Olympic Stadium

 

     Vast and large, this circular stadium is to house the main events for the Monacus Olympics. Stands surround the center field, with chairs ranging from small sizes to much larger ones, able to seat Transformers of nearly every size. In the very center of the stadium is a raised platform about 30 meters (100 feet) on each side, obviously some sort of fighting arena. Ringing this platform is a wide, level expanse with different numbered rows, which borders the outside of the stands. And yet there is still a lot of empty space in the arena.

     Outside of the stadium are abandoned buildings, the remains of an area that Pangalactic Industries is in the process of rebuilding.

 

Contents:

Airwolf, Comcast, Elita One, Fulcrum, and Mute

 

Combat Pit 1, Combat Pit 2, Combat Pit 3, Combat Pit 4, Commentator's Booth, Events Computer, Terran private box, and The stands

 

Obvious exits:

West <W> leads to Monacus Highrise Hotel.

South <S> leads to Last Chance Alley.

East <E> leads to PGI Office Block.

 

Mixmaster has arrived.

 

From Combat Pit 1 Judge Jar Jar Binks walks into pit one slowly his stupid ears flopping around his head as he strides stupidly into the pit. He takes his seat in on the judging platform and shouts, "Meesa say dat, hmmm, Scrappsa and dat Elisa one come here to fight... Meesa tink people gonna die!"

 

Combat Pit 1

 

        A recessed arena, ringed by tiers of bleachers to give onlookers an optimal view.

 

Contents:

Judge Jar Jar Binks

 

Scrapper is currently up in the stands, reading over a datapad next to a bunch of noisy, rowdy aliens. The aliens are all of the overweight beer guzzling variety. The eight of them have painted letters across their chests, spelling out E L I T A O N E as they cheer and jeer anyone and everyone. Scrapper grumbles to himself. And what's on the datapad? Not technical schematics of the latest doomsday plot. It's the tactical analysis of the Constructicons' battle against the Dinobots in their failed retaking of the Warrens. Specifically, of his duel with the knight in shining pink armour, in which Scrapper ended up being carried off the battlefield by Bonecrusher. Scrapper generally does not bother with reading tactical information (Primus knows he didn't bother with the tag-team match against the Combaticons, and heck, he wasn't even aware of /who/ he was going to be fighting in the gladiatorial until Galvatron told him. But Elita One. Ah, Elita One is different. Omega Supreme lite, lets call it. Scrapper is determined to make a good showing here after losing his first two matches. He could care less about moving onto round 2, but he cares a great deal of defeating the pink wonder. Scrapper doesn't even hear his name being called for a few seconds until one of the rowdy aliens gives him a shove, at which point, still grumbling, Scrapper fires off an angry look at them and storms down into the combat pit.

 

After her first round in the Gladiatorial match, supporters of the pink femmes have been spreading like wild fire across Monacus it seems. The gruesome attitude of the femme commander had earned her quite a substantial reputation around, enough to stir up the crowds who were all eagerly waiting for another display of Elita One's strength and perhaps wit throughout the battle. This was one of the fight aliens have been looking for throughoutly, as Elita One managed to make it into the Heavy Weight, despite the actual slender and ginger frame the femme commander had been designed with. Some belives that she may have a few more aces in her sleeves...

 

        All that was missing for the actual fight was Elita One's opponent's presence. She was already there, paying little attention to the cheers from the group as she stretched about a bit, doing a few pre-combat exercise, or merely to appeal the eye of the crowd and give them a sneak, teasing peek of what was to come. As Scrapper finally storms in though, Elita One freezes, stopping her stretchings and straightening herself, "Ah, you finally come, at last, I was starting to wonder..." She calls out softly, torso facing Scrapper. Her lips curl gently into a smile and Elita One lets out a gentle chuckle, glancing over her shoulder at Scrapper, "I think... We have some personal business to attend to here, don't we? And it's more than mere friendly games..."

 

Judge Jar Jar Binks watches as the fighters walk into the pit, He grins a large grin and looks towards Elita and then at Scrapper then says to himself, "Meesa tink day pink and green not be seen..." he laughs slightly then coughs to himself as he stands up and says, "Meesa welcome you to dis pit, You gonna fight in da full combat event... You can shoot stuff or hit with fists.. Me say may da best people win... and may da worst people gonna die.. gooder luck." Jar Jar takes his seat, He slowly raises the platform so he is out of shooting range of the contestents and has a fair view of the action.

 

Mixmaster has arrived.

 

Mixmaster sits in the seating in the pit next to the holding a large lime green sign. He's cheering louder than anyone else in the area. His sign reads: "Bad Trumpet Playing Doesn't Mean Bad Fighting, Slap the Pink Offa Her, Scrapper!"

 

Scrapper, unlike his opponent, is playing plenty of attention to the cheers from the various aliens. Scrapper, a Decepticon, is just fine with being the bad guy in a situation like this, and would love nothing better than to wipe the smuggness from Elita's supporters. Scrapper takes one glance at the judge and knows well enough that, amazingly enough, this one seems a lot less annoying than some of the others. Thrangar... *shudder*. Scrapper then turns his gaze upon the reason that he's here. "Thought I wouldn't show, Elita One? You don't deserve to be that lucky. If you're itching to up the stakes here, Elita, then I can assure you that's fine with me. What do you say... the winner gets the arm of the loser?" he sneers. Scrapper flexes his fingers and draws out his heavily modified pistol. Scrapper glances over hsi shoulder at Mixmaster and says, "What do you think, brother? Think Elita has the ball bearings to take me on without the help of her dinobot cronies and her other allied twerps." He doesn't name Ranger since, naturally, he cannot remember him being there.

 

Mixmaster stops waving his sign. "And the lose has to be painted the main colour of the winner, Lime Green or Hot Pink, and keep it on for a month." He adds, before continuing to wave his sign.

 

"So, that is what you wish?" Elita One asks, folding her arms across her chest, shifting her weight a bit to one side as she stares at Scrapper. The femme arches a brow and closes her optics, tilting her head foward, a soft chuckle escaping her throat... Which soon changes into a faint laugh, "That'S fine, if that's what you wish for, then we'll fight for it... However, in order for me to have a chance to fulfill my own wish..." Elita One says, drifting off for a moment, her gaze turning over toward the judge...

 

"We'll fight, without the holographic battle system... Just you... And me... In this arena, with what is inside of it, no interference... To death or until the other grants mercy to the other." Elita One smiles and glances back to Scrapper, "You think you have the ball bearings to accept that, Scrapper? Are you sure you can win? Because I definately have the ball bearings to settle this with you once and for all..." She slowly begins to stride over closer to Scrapper, her smile merely widening as she approaches the Construction, going within reach slowly but surely. She leans in closer to Scrapper, as if to stare at the green Decepticon right in his optics, "Are you afraid, Scrapper? Think wisely about this, because it's no game I'm talking about... If you lose this one, you lose it all... I would hate to know the Construction's courage has been failing them though... But the choice is yours, and yours alone. I can understand you don't want to risk leaving behind so much..."

 

Scrapper hesitates, but only briefly as both Mixmaster and Elita One raise the stakes even higher. The thought of being pink for an entire month is not terribly appealing. Though forcing Elita to wear the glorious green would be a sight well worth the trouble. His crimson optical visor widens slightly as he gives it some thought, no doubt betraying the fact that Scrapper is not 100% confident. But as Elita strides over towards the Constructicon Commander to stares him down, Scrapper looks up at the pink femme. Like a kid who knows he can't back down simply because everyone else will know him to be a coward, Scrapper throws himself into agreeing.

        "Fine!" he spits back, shouting at the femme. "To the winner, an arm, and to the loser, severe damage and a new paint scheme!" Forcing himself not to take a step back to gain some comfortable distance from Elita, Scrapper turns towards the alien judge, "Well? Shall we get this massacre underway?!" he demands, wanting to get this started before he has a chance to talk himself out of it. Regardless of what the judge says, Scrapper adds to Elita, "Hope you've gotten your affairs in order, Elita. With you out of the way, I imagine that there's going to be plenty of additional parts coming from your incompetent femme squad."

 

Judge Jar Jar Binks listens to the pair of robots talking and yawns slightly, He starts to play with the buttons on the platform and grins as a small tv screen pops out of the arm and tilts to face him, "Dem junkies tink of everything..." he doesn't really care what the fighters are saying he just says in a loud tone, "Meesa say dat you gonna fight.. so you fight..." he grins as he looks back to the TV... We'll make an honerary junk out of him yet.

 

Optics closing for a moment, Elita One lets out a slight 'hum' from her throat and shakes her head slightly at Scrapper's words, "So eager to jump into it..." She mutters, half to herself, "I have come here to fight you not as an Autobot, but as Elita One. My femmes can take care of themselves on their own, I'll spread my own and fly, and they'll learn how to fly on their own without being under my wings." The femme Commander narrows her optics slightly and then glances over toward the judge and comments out loud, to make sure that the Judge can hear her, "Your presence shall not be necessary any longer." She says, "Remove the holographic system... We'll settle this, as they did in the old time..." She comments before she turns her attention away back to Scrapper.

 

        The femme waits for a moment, resting her hands on her hips, standing perfectly still as she assesses Scrapper's demanor and composture. A facade of ice, a cold glare given to Scrapper for a few evanescent moment before she turns around on her heels and begins to walk to one side of the combat pit, "I pray you will get what you have wished for..." She says, reaching over to one corner where old style weaponry had been displayed and set for the fighter's usage as they pleased. With a smile, the femme command reaches out for a wide sort of axe, with a handle that would remind more or less a long staff than anything else.. A bit executioner axe, "It's time then... Perhaps I'll fulfill my own wish tonight.." A tight smirk grows on Elita One's lips as she slips about, setting herself, with her knees bend, into her combat postures.

 

Judge Jar Jar Binks stands up and walks to the edge of the platform and turns to Scrapper and says, "Hmmm, You want dis too? Me see people gonna die if dis done... Me wanna make sure dat dis what you both want... Me not gonna get shot for dis..." he has a worries expression on his face as he looks at both Elita and Scrapper.

 

"Oh for the slag of it all!" Mixmaster yells, throwing his sign on the ground in disgust. "What, you two have forgotten how to fight? It's easy, just point those guns you've got at the other guy and pull the trigger!"

 

"Something tells me Moonracer'll simply leap off a cliff -before- learning about the flying part," Scrapper retorts, thinking about the four different times the femme has donated to his artwork. Yeah, Scrapper doesn't think too highly of the foolish green femme. Feeling a hint of relief as Elita One finally halts her glare, Scrapper heads to the opposite side of the pit. The Constructicon, appraising the corner of weaponry, draws out his own energy sword that was stolen from Springer. Finally, Scrapper reaches out and grabs a metal pole with a sharp and elegant tip. Scrapper holsters his pistol, now armed with the sword and the short spear. "Sorry, Mixmaster. I'm going to have to slice her up a bit before getting to the part where I simply gun her down." Scrapper nods to the judge in case he didn't realize that this means 'yes'. "And Mixmaster?" he says, "Start brewing up another batch of lime green for our femme friend here."

        And so, Scrapper is at his section of the combat pit without the comforting benefit of knowing that this is simply a charade of a battle. The Constructicon, with a sword in one hand and a short spear in the other, motions for Jar Jar to start this match.

 

Judge Jar Jar Binks nods and takes a seat as he presses a button marked, 'Don't press' He shrugs as the holographic damage field is taken down. The lights of the area flicker slightly as the field falls. He then says, "Now dat done, You gonna kill ya selves... But it good for da folks... Let da fight start den... Meesa say Fight!"

 

"Moonracer will do what she pleases, I am not her mother, nor do I set any course of restraint over her that is beyong the relationship of her commander to an officier." Elita One comments, frowning slightly. She glances over toward the stands and grunts over to Mixmaster, "Better prepare a coffin you mean..." And with that, audio sensor twitching a bit at Jar Jar's words, Elita One casts a faint smirk on her lips and mutters, half to herself. "Just the signal I was looking for..."

 

Not wasting any seconds, letting out a loud scream, Elita One moves her large axe behind her slightly, rushing over toward Scrapper almost in a reckless sort of manner. Despite the heavy sort of weapon, it seems to be a mere matter of instants before Elita One closes the distance between the two, her course being set directly toward Scrapper without any turns here and there. She rushes herself over and swings that axe over her head, leaping up and hurling herself on Scrapper as the blade of the axe soars down on the lime green Construction, in attempt to cleave him all the way from head to crotch.

 

Mixmaster was actually going to pull out his own gun and perform a demonstration on how to use a gun.. when he realised that he lost his right hand in a forfeit against DepthCharge.. oh yeah. He waves stubby arm about, continuing to cheer his brother on. "Woo! Go, Scrapper!"

 

Scrapper continues to taunt Elita, "It's amazing that she's still alive, then." Scrapper is the sort who will try and find one good solid button that upsets his enemy and then mash it like a crazed monkey on crack. Whether that button be Crystal City or Moonracer, it barely matters. But at Jar Jar's idiotic sounding, but very important, words, Scrapper braces himself defensively. Naturally, Elita has chosen the opposite by charging. "Come on, you waste of pink paint," he hisses at her approach. As the axe is brought back over Elita's head, Scrapper raises his sword and spear to form a protective 'x'. The axe's shaft smashes against the two weapons, and Scrapper's block almost buckles under the force. The head of the axe comes within inches of striking Scrapper's forehead. "Courageous as always, Elita One..." he rasps while he struggles to keep the axe away from him. "Valiant as always, Elita One... STUPID as always, Elita One!" With that, Scrapper brings up his lime green foot, trying to catch Elita in the mid-section and knock her away before the axe strike can overpower his defenses.

 

Judge Jar Jar Binks watches the fight, Now a fight with more sport in it. He grins as he watches the pink robot run towards the green robot and strike with a large axe. His ears cover his eyes as he watches the carnage below, "Meesa knew dis was gonna be nasty..."

 

With a loud -CLANK- the steel handle of the axe hits right in the middle of Scrapper's defensive x pattern. A slight moment after the shock, the pressure of Elita's weight only gets her axe further down into Scrapper's defense, though she fails to break it before her feet graciously touches the ground once more. Hands shaking a bit as she tries to break through Scrapper's defense, pressing herself against him, the femme lets out a loud grunt and replies to Scrapper's words, "Survival is a good skill, I'm glad she has it." She says, "I wonder if you believe in Primus..." Elita One wonders out loud, a tight smirk growing on her lips for a moment, "Because I highly doubt anything now, will be able to protect you against me..."

 

        Whatever she might have wanted to add, if there was any, is cut short though, as Scrapper's kick hits her abdominal plating, distabilizing her vocal unit just for a few seconds, causing her to gasp and flinch slightly. Her grip over her axe weakens, enough to allow Scrapper some relief and perhaps the opportunity to strike her... However though, not wanting for Scrapper to get over her for such a pity thing, Elita One grunts and merely charges right over, right off at Scrapper, trying to shoulder tackle-him or just push him to keep him 'on his toes'. After all, the best defense was a good offense.

 

"Primus, my dear, would be horrified to know what you Autobots have done in his name. It's because of the Decepticons that our race is strong!" And with that, Elita One is kicked back, leaving Scrapper with what he thinks is the needed time to charge forward and bury the metal spear into her chest - a fitting revenge for being skewered on Elita's lance at the Warrens. Scrapper lunges forward, putting him right next to her as the sharp spear tip is thrust towards her chest.

        But the femme moves quicker, and Scrapper gets a shoulder up at his neck, sending the spear sprawling from his hand and him back several steps and down to one knee. With his now weaponless hand, Scrapper reaches up, feeling the wound done to his air coolant system. Dinged up, the process that keeps Scrapper's circuitry from overheating sparks slightly. The sound of rushing air can be heard from it. Whhhhhh-psssssshhhhh.... whhhhhh-psssshhhhh. Scrapper grips his only remaining weapon, the energy sword and rises back to his feet. "I've been waiting for this, Elita One," he rasps. "The circle is now complete. When I left you I was but the beginner," he says, refering to the battle at the Warrens. "But now I am the master." Holding the sword out in front of him with both lime green hands, Scrapper waits for Elita One's next move.

 

Mixmaster has disconnected.

 

Tackling Scrapper, Elita One makes sure to shove him off away from him, so that she has the time to regain a somewhat better combat posture. The femme's hands fiddle against the handle of her large axe, moving the blade down a bit as she glares at Scrapper for a long while, standing still, emotionlessly. "Hum... I refuse to believe Primus would have left us alone in a war such as this one, that would last eternally..." She says, "There's no Primus, he wouldn't have left us to such a thing, wouldn't let us destroy each other like that..." A tight smirk grows on her lips and the femme commander says, "However, that's not quite the thing that's a sake now, is it?"

 

        Letting a soft chuckle escape her throat, Elita One says, "You better only look foward... Because if you look back, you'll probably end up regretting what you've done." With that, Elita One lets out a growl and merely rushes over toward Scrapper once more.. However this time, she does not lift the axe to strike, she merely charges on Scrapper, keeping her axe pointed at the Construction, as if using it like a spear... As if she intended to impale him right through with it.

 

A random laser shot went in Jar Jar's direction. You knew it was gonna happen eventually, there are lots of people who want him dead after all.

 

Scrapper points at the femme and retorts, "All you Autobots have to do to end this eternal war is surrender! The Decepticons'll continue our conquest, and you miserable mechanisms can stop all the fighting you apparently despise!" Scrapper takes a step forward (ironically) and continues, "There's nothing I've ever done that I regret." The sole exception being the destruction of Crystal City, but that was so long ago that Scrapper has convinced himself it really did need to be done.

        At Elita's charge, Scrapper swings his sword around, smacking the axe masquerading as a lance. Unfortunately, the axe's trajectory is only partially diverted, and the tip of the axe slashes into Scrapper's side, doing the first real bit of damage in this match. Fumbling with his sword awkwardly, Scrapper draws out his pistol with his free hand. Thought this would be a melee battle? Well any good Decepticon has no problem with gunning down an opponent at point-blank range. "Die die die!" he shouts, firing the trigger three times. Shaken, his aim is likely not the best, but hopefully at this range it won't matter any.

 

Judge Jar Jar Binks ducks quickly as the shot flies past, he looks down at the combat below then back out of the arena, he then curses his cousen for making him appear in that star wars film, it wasn't his choice to be the most hated creature ever to have been created... He slowly puts on what seems to be a leather hat as he looks back down at the pair of fighter and says, "Dats gotta hurt..."

 

Don't worry, Jar Jar. You'll always have Wheelie to keep you company.

 

A few sparkles errupt from the contact of both weapons together, and the axe grinds against Scrapper's side, digging through the mech's metallic plating easily enough, like a knife in butter. The femme commander, a bit shaken by the impact, barely has the time to straightened her posture a bit that she notices the barrel of Scrapper's pistol pointed right down at her abdomen...

 

        Her optics widen, but before Elita One can react, a first shot collides with Elita One's armor, causing a loud explosion noise. The impact causes the femme to stagger back, struggling to maintain her balance, as the other two shots land right on her not too far off from it, every blast causing her to withdraw farther before the last one actually causes her to fall and sends the axe flying off away. She leaves in her trail a few scattered metallic pieces, along with a trail of smoke... "I... Believe..." Elita ONe says with a grunt, as her hydrolic system slowly forces her back to rise up a bit, "That Cybertron will be neither unified... Nor conquered... No matter what.." She says. Then, a gentle smirk grows on her lips and she says, "Nothing you regret? What if I killed you, right now, today... Would you regret to have accepted this challenge? How do you think your Constructions would feel for your loss? Or do Constructions even grieve for the death of a comrade? Eh, I wonder..."

 

Sparks shoot from Scrapper's side, and the wound is dripping with greenish fluid, staining the ground when he moves too quickly. Such an injury, however, is the farthest thing from Scrapper's mind as he pumps three energy bolts into Elita, warding her off. The breathing room is much appreciated. "Yeah, well, no sense in regretting the impossible, Elita. If this doesn't end now, it'll end later with you starring down the barrel of a huge purple solar energy rifle." Scrapper smiles behind his faceplate in a falsely confident manner, "But I'd rather that we finish this now."

        Instead of marching towards Elita One, Scrapper strides over to her fallen weapon, retrieving his own spear along the way. The Constructicon places his green foot on the shaft of the axe, symbolically claiming defeat over it. Now with a pistol in one hand, spear in the other, and sword in its holster, Scrapper's confidence is beginning to grow. As for the hypothetical question of what would happen if Scrapper died, Scrapper firmly believes that his brothers would exact their vengeance upon the perpetrator. Aiming the pistol at the slowly rising femme, Scrapper adds, "We grieved for the death of Fulcrum, wench, as we do for all of the honourably fallen." Gotta love that Decepticon word 'honour', which changes its meaning on convenience. "We just haven't had time to kill DepthCharge yet. He'll be next after you!" And with that, Scrapper finally presses the trigger again, hoping to strike the prone femme.

 

Judge Jar Jar Binks watches the fight, and notices a small beep on the console of his chair. He sits back down and presses a button as a death threat appears on his screen. He removes it and goes back to watching this intresting contest between Green thing and Pink thing... The confidence on the green thing looks to have increased over these recent vollies but he wouldn't count out the pink thing.. pink is a dangerous colour...

 

"Hum! I like how there's a specific kind of honor made especially for Decepticons..." Elita One says, a tight smirk growing on her lips as she forces herself up, the remains of a few pieces of armor plating falling off from her abdomen and exposing a few internal pieces and wires. Sparing a glance over to Scrapper, as the laser shot comes off, Elita One quickl jumps off from the incoming blow, rolling over on the ground gingerly, getting back in a knelt position and drawing off her own pistol in the process. Once she's settled back down, with the pistol quickly pointing out toward Scrapper, the femme commander fires off her own barrage of shots, one after the other, all aimed toward Scrapper as she pulls the trigger again and again.

 

        "I believe that the existence preceeds the essence. You were not made what you are, you become it.. You think you're tough, you believe you're mean and cruel, but you are what you are because others recognize you as such.. You think you have honor, because other Decepticons recognize themselves as such, but it's not true. Honor is much more than this..." Elita One says with a grunt, glaring over at Scrapper as she uses the opportunity of her constant fire to actually rise to her feet, wincing and flinching slightly as her injury leaks a bit of lubricant fluid. "You believe you're a Decepticon, you see yourself as one, but you're not 'born' one, you become one... Tell me, what do you think it takes to be a Decepticon, hum? How do you classify someone as being a Decepticon?" She asks Scrapper.

 

Scrapper tries to shield himself from both Elita's words and her assault. "Honour is relative!" he shouts, trying to be heard over the fierce barrage of laser-fire. Trying to protect himself his face, Scrapper's arms and chest recieve a majority of the blasts. One such laser bolt blows off Scrapper's hand, sending the spear spinning off into a corner, useless. The Constructicon staggers back off of Elita's axe, firing off a few bursts way wide. An observer might think he was aiming for the judge instead of Elita, but it was simply a desperate ploy to drive off the maniac femme. When the barrage has subsided, Scrapper is covered with blast marks, most of them hitting deep within the heavy green Constructi-armour. Visibly quivering from the damage, Scrapper peers at the fragged skeletal twisted metal that used to be his left hand in horror.

        Defence didn't work so well, so offence it is. Scrapper holsters his pistol and draws out his energy sword, advancing on the recently risen femme. "And what about YOUR 'honour', Elita, and that of the Autobots! Can you honestly say that YOUR honour is better than ours! We Constructicons look after our own just fine." No mention of the Cons. Throwing your injured leader out of a moving shuttle, anyone? Battered, and with only one functional hand left, Scrapper swipes with his sword in several strokes, trying to make use of the lessons Hun-Grrr taught him about swordsmanship. "What does it take to be a Decepticon... it takes more strength and resolve than you're capable of. It takes the realization that we were meant to CONQUER, not to sit IDLE!"

 

Click-click-click... There wasn't even enough energon left within the pistol to keep on the assault, but gladly, the attack had destabilized Scrapper enough to shield her from his own attack. The laser shots that came her way merely hits the ground and passes just beside her, striking no one aside from the arena's structure. A tight smirk grows on Elita's lips as she moves her gun away and sees Scrapper's damages.

 

        However, Elita One barely had anything left to defend herself now... Optics widen a bit as Scrapper hurls himself her way and the femme commander grunts, staggering back and kneeling down to avoid the first stroke, "You're an engineer, a medic, an inventor! Do you even have what it takes!?" She shouts at Scrapper, quickly rising up and tilting her toso back to avoid the other swipe of the sword. "Can you even kill another without any remorse?" She asks with a grunt.

 

        Elita One's little parade comes to an end though, as the next strikes hits her right on, in the middle of her plating, over her breast, a couple of inches bellow her neck. The sword actually pierces from one side to the other, shredding through the metal and slicing through the wires and internal programs inside. The femme commander lets out a shriek of pain as it pierces through her, from one side to the other, a bit of energon gushing out from her system.

 

        The femme squirms a bit, moving one hand up to grab Scrapper's undamaged's wrist, and her other hand moves about to grab the remains of the other one... Letting out a soft and weak chuckle from her throat, mixed with a few gasp of pain, Elita One's lips curl into a smile and she comments to Scrapper, "You've missed..."

 

"We killed Prowl, Ironhide, Ratchet and Brawn, wench!" Scrapper counters with a shout. "Believe me, the only remorse I felt about their deaths was that I wasn't able to put their carcasses to good use and turn them into chairs!" Scrapper keeps his sword swinging as he continues to make his retorts, "I'm an inventor, medic, and engineer, but in the Decepticon faction EVERYONE is a warrior! Whether it's slashing an enemy," He times that with a particularly nasty hack with the sword, "Or gunning them from afar with a giant laser!" He'd do the quotes, but he only has one hand, and it's busy. "And don't you ever, EVER forget what we 'medics, engineers, and inventors' are capable of as Devastator."

        Scrapper inverts the direction of the sword so he can use it as a dagger. The Constructicon moves to plunge the sword into Elita's chassis. The sword starts its arc, only to be halted as Scrapper's wrist is firmly grasped. He moves to smash the femme with what's left of his other fist, only to find it also countered. *You've missed* But not for long. It's only a matter of time before Scrapper manages to bring a knee up to strike the femme. So whatever Elita is planning, she had better do it fast...

 

Scrapper was merely describing /how/ he impaled Elita. His wrists are now grabbed by the femme, however.

 

Perhaps he was right... Then again, she wasn't in the best of shape to argue for the time being. Her hands clenched tightly against Scrapper's wrists, holding him close enough from her and trying to prevent him from attacking her further. The sword stood from one side to the other, and the struggle the Construction was giving make a few sparkles coming out from the wires that had been cut throughout the femme. She coughs a little, a bit of energon coming out from her mouth, though despite this, Elita One smiles. "I gave you such a wonderful opportunity..." She mutters, her voice just above a whisper, "Yes... You are right, you are a warrior, you know how to fight and you also know, that... You missed..."

 

        the femme brings Scrapper's remain of his free hand up all the way over, lifting it and pressing it against her breast plating, a few inches away from where Scrapper had impaled her, "There..." She says. "You know... That if you had aimed there... All would have been over..."

 

Slowly but surely though, Elita One's grasp over Scrapper's wrists seems to weaken, her hands shaking a bit as Elita One's system was throughout damaged due to the energon loss. She leans in a bit over Scrapper, heaving a sigh of exhaustion, her voice weak and faint as she says to him, "Barely a few inches away..." She says, while the rest is obviously lost by the noise made by the crowd.

 

Elita One whispers: Just a few inches away from fulfilling my wish...

 

Judge Jar Jar Binks watches as the pair struggle at close quaters, he can't quite see who has the upperhand in the contest, or even if the contest is over, He sits in his seat and presses a button on the console and starts to watch a closer view of the action, "Meesa gonna haf trouble if one of deese peoples die.. Me just now it." he shakes his head slowly as he watches the conflict unfold.

 

"Missed?!" Scrapper roars. "I think it's close enough!" He shouts. He tries to push the sword in deeper, and then tries to pull it back out. Neither seems to work just fine. But as Elita gestures to where he /should/ have struck, the Constructicon mutters, "I'll keep it in mind for next time... not that there's going to BE a next time!" he shouts. Scrapper smells victory very close, and isn't planning on letting up any time soon.

        Nevertheless, the Constructicon is genuinely stunned as the strength seems to fall from Elita One's systems and his wrists are freed. As her hands fall away, Scrapper pulls the sword back out of Elita One's chassis and raises it up high over his head, positioning it like a ceremonial dagger before a pitiful sacrifice. Upon hearing Elita One's whisper, Scrapper hesitates, clearly trying to decipher the meaning of those words. "Wish? What in the name of Primus are you talking about!?" he hisses, obviously confused. The crowd's roar dwarfs Scrapper's question and drowns it out, however, and the Constructicon decides it's more comfortable to attribute the comment to some glitch caused by the damage. The dagger hangs in the air briefly before Scrapper sends it plunging downward towards Elita One...

 

With her support leaving her, Elita One merely stumbles foward, crumbling on Scrapper and actually leaning over him a bit limply, her fluids spraying throughout Scrapper's chest. Elita One can't help it but chuckles softly, optics closed as she spares her system at least that bit of energy. One arm is actually wrapped around Scrapper's neck, pressing herself as tightly as she could against him, feeling that her own legs wouldn't support her if she did not use Scrapper as a crutch. Her other hand laid lifelessly on her side, while the femme commander's head was on the side of Scrapper's head.

 

As Scrapper positions his own sword high up, Elita One's lips curl into a soft smile, a gentle 'click' can be audible for the Construction as she reaches for her laser pistol. The barrel presses against Scrapper's chest tightly, despite the femme's shaking hand and she chuckles weakly, "Do you have any regrets...?" He asks to Scrapper, her optics slitting open for a moment to glance at his head to her side, "I certainly don't..." Just as those words are said, Scrapper's blade hurls down and pierces through the femme's weakened plating, going from one side of her toros all the way down her chest... And just as the sword hits her... Elita One presses on the trigger of her laser pistol...

 

        Wasn't it empty? It was... Didn't it get empty pretty fast? It did... And for one reason, as it had stored the rest of the energy for one particular strike... That one. The plasma merely errupts right off from the gun's barrel right into Scrapper's chest... The impact of the gun putting enough pressure to hurl Elita One backward, a trail of energon splashing over in the air as her body swings back both arms going up in the air as she begins to fall down on her back.

 

Does the Constructicon Commander regret this accepting the terms of this battle? He could have refused them and gone with the traditional holographic battle, in which case his chest, arms, and hand would be whole again at the end of this battle. His life would be assured and the charade that these fake battles are would continue to keep the illusion of reality. But on the other hand, had Scrapper refused, an even worse fate would be in store for him. Backing down sometimes takes more courage than standing up, and the lime green one didn't have the bravery needed to refuse this match. It's more than just the taunts that he would suffer. Honour was at stake - or, whatever passes for the convenient, flexible, ignored-when-needed, and inconsistant Decepticon form of honour. Elita One is an enemy that runs deeper than merely being an Autobot and Scrapper being a Decepticon. The rivalry here is personal, and Scrapper knows that she deserves to die for it.

        Scrapper knows he's won the moment his sword begins its decent downwards... even before it hits the armour, rips it aside, and slashes down into systems and circuitry. But similarly, the moment the laser pistol taps against his black and purple chest, Scrapper knows he's lost. The gun, pressed against him, goes off, shattering the Constructicon's torso and consuming it with fire. The force of the impact flings engineer backwards, hitting the solid, unforgiving ground of the combat pit with a loud *THUD* of finality.

        Scrapper does not get back up.

 

With the sword still inside of her, Elita One crumbles to her back, rolled slightly to one side as the sword merely presses in deeper into her. About in unisson with Scrapper, the femme commander's fall emits a loud thud... And it does not appear that she'll get back up either, her own fluids making a slight puddle underneath her frame as her system twitches and a few cut wires sparkles about slightly.

 

Looks like this was the end for both of them... And the crowd went into silence to see whom would rise between the two... Even though it seemed neither were about to stand back up.

 

Judge Jar Jar Binks watches the screen as the scene falls into silance, for a moment he is shocked and not really sure what to do. He then stand up and opens all the enterances and screams, "MEESA SAY MEDICS IN HERE! Dem hurt bad!" He lowers his platform and runs towards the pair worried that if one of them or both of them die, he would be next dead thing in the arena.

 

Judge Jar Jar Binks stands next to the pair and watches them motionless energon leaking from both he then shouts, "Match result.. Meesa say Da match is a Draw, Double Knockout." He watches as the Autobot and Decepticon medics run into the arena and seperate the pair. Jar Jar runs back to his platform and turns back on the safties and runs towards the enterance.. With Elita One with a sword looking like a cocktail snack and Scrapper looking more like... well a green thing with a large smoking hole in his chest he thinks it's best for him to get the hell out of dodge.

 

Scrapper is still and silent. He doesn't bleed as much as Elita as his wounds were caused by an energy blast with dried up much of the fluids, but he has more of his parts and circuitry sprawled across the combat pit floor. Aside from that, the medics rush in. They've never actually had to /do/ this since most matches are holographic. But nevertheless, with their skill and effort, the Constructicon is stablized... barely.

 

The same treatment causes to Elita One... And gladly, the sword's being carefully removed after a brief assessal from the medic. It takes a while, but they manage to stabilize her and prevents further fluids lost and system damage. It appears that this was just one of those old-style battle as the crowd liked... A shame no one won this round though.

 

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Full: Elita One Vs Scrapper        Sat Jul 17    Wreck-Gar

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Jar Jar binks is standing outside the Monacus Space port as shots are fired over his head, He looks around then into the camera and says, "Meesa say dat da fight between Elisa one and Scrapeta was a draw, They knocked dem selves out. Was a gooder fight... But me gotta get out of town as da safties were off.. if dem die.. it dare fault... Day say no safties... Me shuttle going now... me go..." Jar Jar then leaves the camera running as a crowd of supports chace after him.

 

OOC: Totally Superb, A Masterclass of Non-coded Combat. Both E1 and Scrap kicked a$$! :) But why don't we all just get along?!

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