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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Sept 26, 2010 13:06:55 GMT -5
“Jus’ make sure ya ain’t confusin’ me with one a’ those Arcees,” he says over Bonecrusher's enraged with a slight smile. One that disappeared rather quickly at Dai-Janku’s next admission though.
“... I’m getting the feeling you didn’t know this was a killing arena either,” he says quietly after a moment. Looking at Dai-Janku now, the guy was practically screaming wannabe hero. Initially Farlane had thought the fellow was just some joke character the arena owners had decided to toss in for kicks, but this was a clueless kid and he was an Autobot and and what the slagging pit was he doing here?
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Post by SceneMod on Sept 26, 2010 14:22:08 GMT -5
And just like that, it's over.
Bonecrusher's attempt at unbalancing Dulcinea fails, but it does cause her to hesitate as she's forced to shift positions in preparation for a leap off his arm.
It's this hesitation that has her in place long enough for Bonecrusher's hand to grasp her.
Less than a full second later, the humanoid is an unrecognizable mess on the arena floor.
The audience roars in bloodthirsty approval as the announcer starts up. "And that's it for Dulcinea Six! Yet another upset in a day filled with them, as Bonecrusher gains his first victory!"
The cloaked figure standing near the female Quintesson stiffens and throws its head back, the hood of the cloak falling back briefly to reveal a humanoid female that looks identical to the one Bonecrusher just smashed. She quickly pulls her hood back up as the Quintesson looks back towards her.
"Did you get that?" the Quintesson asks.
"I did, Mother," the other answers.
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Post by Swindle on Sept 26, 2010 14:56:23 GMT -5
"Or smash her into paste! That works too!" Swindle cheers, waving his little pennant and gesturing with his giant foam novelty finger. Glum'non has to give Bonecrusher a chance now!
"Brutal doesn't start with 'T' Duskwing." Of course, he doesn't actually say this. He says the Cybertronian or GalStandard equivalent or whatever. We know what we mean.
"I have trouble imagining Megatron as a gladiator. It's not much of a stretch, I suppose. It's always a pretty risky business proposition arming your slaves and teaching them to fight." The merchant stops talking, then realizes the seeker might not have followed his thought process there. "Megatron is a revolutionary in my reality. Gladiators sometimes become revolutionaries. I guess that's what happened in your universe?"
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Post by Duskwing on Sept 27, 2010 13:50:46 GMT -5
"BOOYAH! GO, BONEY!" Duskwing cheers.
"I know dat! It was a figment of speech. Slag, what are you, dumb?" Duskwing asks Swindle querulously. "Anyway, the big guy won. Guess he work up a style as he goes, huh."
"Megatron? Yeah, he fought in the State Games for Tarn, in the old days. See, back then, the Autobots had dese ritual peace games" --Duskwing couldn't keep from sneering at the idea-- "only dere wasn't much peace, an' it was more important for your city to win the games, so everybody like had dere own games to train up gladiators for the State Games. The official Games weren't s'posed to be to the death, but dat was kinda boring, so the best gladiators fought in th' Pit Games, which was illegal, see? Only people would pay to see a real fight, an' dat's where the best fighters came from, see? An' Megatron was the best from Tarn, an' the last State Games, which has champs from all the city-states, see, he beat everyone he fought. The fight wit' Sunstreaker was the most awesome thing yet!" Duskwing crunched some more oil balls.
"He was gonna tear Sunny's head clean off for his finishing move, only the old Autobot Overlord--he was da last Overlord, too--put the kibosh on dat, on account of the State Games bein' a sacred peace ritual and all. Shame. Woulda been cool to see, and wouldna got so many Seekers killed by Sunny-boy later on." He shook the snack box and peered into it. Empty.
"But yeah, he formed us up as Decepticons later. Don't think it was really revolutionary, 'cause dere weren't no government left to revolt against after Tarn and Vos went FWOOSH. Just a bunch of us starvin' in the radioactive ruins and the rest of the cities not givin' a slag. Megatron pulled us outta dat, made us someone again, even better than we was before."
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Sept 27, 2010 15:35:53 GMT -5
It takes Bonecrusher a moment to realize what just happened. He's used to fighting Transformers, and machines don't tend to burst into smears of gore when you smash them against the ground. As soon as he realizes that he did, in fact, just kill his opponent as wave of satisfaction washes over him, tempered only by the the fact that he'd wanted to draw her death out longer.
Fisting his hand in her remains, he raises both arms above his head and roars, "I'll kill all of you!"
He happens to mostly be facing the area reserved for combatants, so that will probably come across as a threat to future opponents, but really he intends the sentiment for everyone.
He finally remembers the spear jammed through his arm and he pulls it out with a grunt before making his way out of the ring. It'll make a good souvenir or something. He imagines jamming it through Shockwave's big, yellow optic. That's good for a chuckle.
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Post by Dai-Janku on Sept 29, 2010 14:17:48 GMT -5
Dai-Janku shakes his head. "I was not, no. I...do like a good fight, but this is more than what I was expecting." Dai-Janku frowns. He pulls out the letter he'd shown the operator before. "This got delivered to my room - it was meant for Firebolt, not me. I wanted to see what was going on, and...well, the chance to stretch my servos was a big temptation once the guy explained it to me."
The Junkion's shoulders slump. "Didn't think it'd be like this, though."
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Sept 29, 2010 15:12:51 GMT -5
“Hun....” Farlane trails off, not really knowing what else to say. That and the blood thirsty crowd was cheering too loud to be heard over anyways. There wasn’t much that could be said to the kid in this kind of situation, really. Electing to answer in action, he shifts the food box out of the way and tries to pull Dai-Janku in for a big slagging hug.
//Let’s get you outta here,// the car-bot comms. He isn’t sure how exactly that’d go though; it wasn’t like he’d come across many completely naivete mechs in death arenas and there wasn’t exactly a policy for people who wanted to walk out of death matches. These fighters generally went into these fights with a fair idea of what they were getting into. //You got anyone else with you?//
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Post by SceneMod on Sept 29, 2010 22:10:41 GMT -5
"Next up," begins the announcer, "Returning favorite Quake Stormdoom battles newcomer, Dirk Deathblade! Will Stormdoom bring the thunder, or will Deathblade rain him out? Get your bets in now, ladies and gentlemen!"
OOC: Decided to give everyone a round of warning for the timeskip, but on my next post, we will jump to a few days later. Everyone still participating will have fought their way up to the middle leagues, and Bonecrusher should have his exhibition fight.
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Post by Swindle on Sept 30, 2010 17:39:36 GMT -5
Swindle grins and claps his hands together once. "Well, Lugnut, now that the fight's over, how about you step into my office and we can install those mods? And how did you feel about me managing you? Personally I love the idea."
The arms dealer rises from his seat and starts toward the gladiator's locker room.
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Post by Dai-Janku on Oct 2, 2010 22:21:01 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Duskwing and Bonecrusher due to timeout.
Dai-Janku is caught off-guard by the hug, not quite knowing how to react until Farlane mentions getting out. Then he frowns, and attempts to get free of the hold. "No way! Not until I fight that posturing, loud spawn of a glitch! I owe him for a clash on Gillanan III, and for how he executed his opponent!"
He frowns, then looks away. "Once I've dealt with him...then I'll be ready to go."
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Oct 3, 2010 5:14:11 GMT -5
“Are you slaggin’-” Coexistance with naivety and Farlane were simply not meant to be. He leans back to give Dai-Janku a wide opticked look. Then he tries to shake the crazy bastard, because there really wasn’t much else Farlane could fathom doing in response to that. Maybe shaking might reset some things in that glitch’s hairbrained head.
“Don’t you get it?” His voice drops to a harsh whisper. “If you lose, you die. If you win, he dies. Do you really want to be like these guys? Do you really want to step into that arena knowing you’re either gonna die fer nothin’ or murder someone for the same?” Farlane stops then, clapping his hands over his helm in bewilderment before dragging a sharp invent of air and stepping back.
“I...” the car-bot glances around, “seriously gotta get back to vending.” He wasn’t supposed to be helping other people make life changing decisions anyways. That always ended badly with a bonus of him getting fired.
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Post by Lugnut on Oct 3, 2010 18:42:31 GMT -5
Oh yes, Lugnut rather liked the way Bonecrusher dealt with the organic fool...Even if it was disappointingly quick. A rumbling and dark chuckle escapes him before he turns to Swindle, his central optic burning brighter at the thought of scrapping the Junkion once and for all! "Yes. Let's, so I may bring judgment down upon that Autobot, for the glory of Megatron!"
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Post by SceneMod on Oct 5, 2010 9:08:48 GMT -5
And so the battles go on...
Day 10
There have been multiple fights, with the Cybertronians always emerging victorious from theirs and eventually moving up to the middle leagues. Swindle, no doubt, has successfully arranged for the fight between Bonecrusher and Domesdee, and that battle has been much hyped. However, this event is scheduled later in the night, and the time is now for the warm-up events.
"And nooooow, ladies, gentlemen, and all others, for your pleasure, for your thrill, the Junkion hero, the most tenacious of Autobot swordsmen, the invincible Dai-Janku, the sword that cleaves evil!"1
"And in this corner, the darting dagger, the flashing blade, the Femaxian Fury, the woman-child who's risen through the ranks to seek vengeance for the cruel murder of her sister only days ago... I give you... Dulcinea Nine!"
And in one corner of the battle pit, a cloaked figure stands almost completely still. The head moves from time to time to scan the audiance, the rest of the arena, as she waits for her opponent to show herself.
But can Dai-Janku bring himself to battle this organic opponent?
1 Hey, don't blame me. Dai-Janku himself came up with this spiel - see page one of this thread.
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Post by Dai-Janku on Oct 9, 2010 15:00:49 GMT -5
Skippin' Swindle due to time-out.
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From one of the entryways into the arena rolls in a black and red dune buggy that would look at home either on the cover of a metal album, or lying in a heap in a junkyard. It transforms in a spin, and the robot stops in an arms-crossed position. A cape rests on his shoulders, fluttering lightly with a big red Autobot symbol on the back, wearing black pointed sunglasses. With a quick motion, he pulls a T-shaped part of his chestpiece off - it folds up into a sword hilt, and the blade flashes in from subspace. It's his smaller blade - someone of this size shouldn't require the bigger blade! He swings it a few times, then thrusts it forward as he tosses his cape aside. As it flutters to the ground, it disappears into subspace. "It's time to duel!"
He's got a big cocky grin on his face, standing still for a moment to let his intro sink in.
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Post by Duskwing on Oct 13, 2010 17:56:51 GMT -5
Duskwing, back in the stands after the boring (ie, not involving robots) past few rounds and days, scowled at the contestants. "Dunno who to cheer for here--the Junkion's an Autobot, but the other one's a <i>squishy</i>."
He turned toward Swindle and Lugnut, who he was sitting near. "Who are youse guys rootin' for? The Bot or the squishy---HEY! YOUSE WIT' DA SNACKS! COUPLA BOXES OF OIL BALLS OVER HERE!"
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