Elita One
LIME LIME
LIME!!!!!!!
The horror!
What has happened to this femme? Fallen from grace, forever in disgrace, forced
to wear this awful paint job! Bearing this mark of shame throughout her body,
her white joints and articulation even have been changed into some sort of PURPLE
color. Despite that actual fact, the femme commander, resistance leader and
Autobot Elita One stands proudly... Despite that every last drops of her
dignity had been taken away from her, honor having taken its toll against pride
it seems. Yes, lo and behold, Elita One...
LIME LIME
LIME!!!!!!!
Scrapper
PINK PINK
PINK!!!!!!!
Before you is
a smallish, but stout PINK!!!!! mech, clearly identifying the robot as a
Constructicon. The Decepticon's feet are PINK!!!!! with two sturdy black tires
located just behind each leg. Silver makes up the upper leg as it connects to
the Constructicon's deep purple and PINK!!!!! torso. Two powerful arms hang
down with black tires on each shoulder. PINK!!!!! hands are almost always
holding either a small pistol, or a construction tool of some sort. The
Decepticon's face is black, covered with a faceplate to hide the mouth. The
only splash of colour is a red optical visor that runs along his eyes. Yes,
this is Scrapper, the leader of the Constructicons!
PINK PINK
PINK!!!!!!!
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:
Arachnae, Foxfire, Michael Briar, Ranger, Scavenger, Shade,
Shockwave, Sky Lynx, and Wreck-Gar, Elita One
Combat Pit 1, Combat Pit 2, Combat Pit 3, Combat Pit 4,
Commentator's Booth, Events Computer, Junkion Boxcar, Race Track, 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.
And lo, there are two things which suddenly assault the
senses of anyone within a ten mile radius. The first is pink. Overwhelming... pink.
Scrapper is... pink. Elita One pink. Why is Scrapper... pink? Because Scrapper
lost a bet to the pink one herself. However, in Scrapper's mind, Scrapper
actually won. The pain of wearing... pink, for on entire astromonth AND losing
his arm is a small, small price to pay for Elita One being forced to lose an
arm of her own and wear the glorious lime green that marks any robot as a
Constructicon. Maybe he can get Elita to visit Crystal City. Despite his mood
that thought brings a chuckle to Scrapper's vocalizer. The second thing that
assaults the senses is a mood that makes Huffer seem like Barney the Dinosaur.
The lime gr- I mean, the... pink Constructicon is battered, worn, and hobbling
into the area on *crutches*, and he has to go up against Shockwave. Where's the
justice here? Scrapper's thoughts are only half on this upcoming match. Most of
it is on what he's going to turn Elita's arm into. Oh yes, he's already
decided.
From Combat Pit 3, Swindle meets the tag with a casual slap
of the hand. Remaining outside the ring for a moment, he slowly re-enters after
quite a lengthy rest period. He approaches Hook carefully, stopping while he is
still some distance from the lime-green mech. a slow smile stretches across his
face and, after a brief pause for thought he pointedly remarks. "Dear me,
are you out already? That didn't take very long, now did it? And if that
/meagre/ remark is some attempt at encouragement, then I despair, I truly
do." After repeating this remark, as requested, to Hook's face, he
immediately charges forwards, leaping at Hook, using his own body as a
makeshift weapon.
Arachnae was quiet.. Her attention strays from the fight for
a moment as something coloured a certain obnoxious derivation of red comes into
view. She half dismisses it out of habit before she realizes that something
just *ain't* right. Her wings twitch behind her as mind connects what optics
are seeing and she comes out with, "Oh... dear.. *choked
laughter*..."
Scavenger notices Hook going at it in one of the pits and
starts a cheer all on his own, but it's still a cheer. Just then he spies a
familiar form though the colours are somewhat....wrong.
From Combat Pit 3, Hook stumbles out of the way of Swindle's
attack. "Damn you." he mutters, his energon low. "I won't...give
up...I won't...I WILL NOT SURRENDER! BITCH!" Hook suddenly roars to life
and charges at Swindle. His hand comes up...He moves for the swing..."I
have *always* hated you...WHAP!
From Combat Pit 3, Streetwise sits paitently on the side
line for his turn to try to end the match.
Shockwave's mind has also been pulled towards his
forthcoming match with Scrapper; he missed the opportunity to conduct
reconnaisance on the Constructicon "several days ago" against Elita,
however there is a tactical file as long as Shockwave's... well, it's long.
Thus, it did not seem necessary. Scrapper's new color scheme cannot assault
Shockwave's optic, as he has no perception of 'good taste'. Lucky for Scrapper.
What our resident Cyclops doesn't know yet might hurt him, though; the
re-arrangement of his opponent, or opponents more accurately, has not been
revealed to him yet.
From Combat Pit 3, Swindle ducks quickly to avoid Hook's
attack, rolling forwards so that he ends up behind the Constructicon.
"Gee, and here I thought we were the best of friends. You're breaking my
fule pump." As he springs to his feet he snaps off a quick reply and,
spinning around quickly, brings his pistol to bear on Hook, target acquired he
fires of a quick burst.
From Combat Pit 3, Swindle strikes Hook with only normal
ranged.
Mechanical Spider's attention has been drawn in by the
fight, and as of yet the giant arachnid doesn't seem to even notice Scrapper's
unusual paint-job. Instead she simply shifts position slightly in the rafters,
angling for a better view into the combat pit below. Hook seems to be putting
quite a bit of effort forth for only limited results.
From Combat Pit 3, Hook is thrown foward by the attack. He
gasps for air, his cooling systems on overdrive. "Dammit..." It is
clear that Hook is in a considerable amount of pain. "Swine-dle..."
Hook growls, his voice ragged. Energon flows from multiple wounds. "I will
not surrender..." he gasps. Spinning around, Hook tries to trip Swindle
up.
Rodimus Prime watches a giant alien fighting this small
green lizard thing in one of the random pits. He looks kind of board with it,
just because it's not 'his match'. Now, if he were able to go toe to toe with
Galvatron, now 'that' would be a fight. But sadly no, he won't get that chance
this time around. Or will he?
You enter the Combat Pit 4.
Combat Pit 4
The interior of
the gladiatorial pit has not been designed for any aesthetic appeal, only
aiming at pure functionality. The ground is comprised of a dirt/sand mix,
allowing for both good grip and impact absorption should one find oneself
hitting it hard. The pit is a ring design, encompassing a diameter of one
hundred meters. Several entrances dot the walls, and large view holes are
arranged every few feet.
Your endurance is now set to 62. Damage level: 77%
Scrapper hobbles down into the pit, still cursing his luck.
"Up against Galvatron... GALVATRON, of all people. What did I do to piss
you off, Primus?!" he mutters. "Was it the 'Death Star'?"
Scrapper is only able to do one quote since he only has one hand at the moment.
The other has been donated to Elita as a condition of their upping the stakes
in the last round. The quotes are made even more difficult by the set of
crutches Scrapper is using to get into the pit. Were it not for the Monacus
Authorities being persuasive (read: ready to bribe people), the Constructicon
would have simply declined to be a part of this match given his situation.
"Well, at least it's ME that they advanced to the next round. Must have
realized Elita One isn't... gnnnnh," he hobbles to avoid tripping as he
makes it to the arena, "Isn't worth being allowed to advance..."
Shockwave has quietly taken up shop behind Scrapper, picking
up every word of his conversation with himself. PErplexed at the mention of
Galvatron, he checks his itinerary for the forthcoming match to confirm his
presence here. "Scrapper," he intones darkly from behind. "I
believe you are mistaken. This match pits you against myself, although
considering the ending of your previous match, I am not quite sure how the
authorities made the decision in question. Most... peculiar." Shockwave,
contrary to his opponent, is in pristine condition after having several days
off to take in the sights and sounds of the Olympics and Monacus in general.
Thieves, gamblers, prostibots... all the lowest forms of life seem to be
attracted to this planet. Current company included, it would seem.
You briefly assess your condition...
Current Endurance: 62
Damage Level: 77% Energon
Level: 100
"How dare you!!" Comes a voice from behind
Scrapper, shouting loudly, angrily... Helping herself with a pair of crutches
as well, forcing her way through all the way into the pit, Elita One's icy cold
optics gives a fiercy glare at Scrapper, her metallic lips grinding against
each other, almost creating sparkles so much there was friction between each
other.
"How dare you, Scrapper... Come over here... You have
not won the other match! In fact, you fell down right before I did, making you
more the loser than I am!" The femme commander shouts, her steps eager as
she hastes herself toward the arena, finally managing to get into it some,
"My legs might be injuried, I may still not have recovered, but there's
enough strength and courage left in me to fight! I won't step down my right --
and obligation to fight in this round, you glitched turbo-rat, back off, you
lost... This isn't your fight..."
With a cough though, as soon as she seems to close in from
her opponent, the femme straightens herself a bit, the crutches not helping her
much into having a proper posture but still. All the anger in her voice though
seems to disappear, going back to her serene and calm intonation as she speaks
to Shockwave, "Ah, Shockwave... Forgive me for my late arrival, I am
afraid that some of the Monacus' medical bay caused me unexpected hassles on my
departure..."
Scrapper mutters back at Shockwave, "I wasn't talking
about /this/ match, I... oh, forget it." The Constructicon makes it past
the ropes, activating his thrusters and landing in his corner. From the
pathetic speed he was moving at, one might imagine that he hasn't exactly fully
recovered from the beating Elita gave him. "Maybe they hate me more,"
he suggests sarcastically regarding the reason that he was advanced. The
Constructicon peers down at his pink, oh so pink self. It goes oh so
wonderfully with the purple highlights he also has. The Constructicon wears the
off-setting colour scheme as a symbol of pride. A symbol of victory against his
hated foe. One thing that can be said about Scrapper is that he is a very
passionate mech, whether it be with his artwork, or against his enemies.
Before this
-farce- can begin, however, a voice is heeard from behind Scrapper. The
Constructicon's optical visor narrows in pain. But when he turns around to peer
at Elita, finds a certain elation in all the beautiful lime green. Yeah, now
that's why he accepted that bet. "Sorry, Elita... guess the judges just
saw things differently than you did. No reason to be a poor sport, now is
there?" But as Elita One moves to the fighting arena, Scrapper frowns,
"Hey! If you think I'm just going to let you take my spot, femme, then I
must have knocked a few extra loose screws from your head than I first
thought!" Scrapper looks at Shockwave and stresses, "Your match is
against -me-, Shockwave. You can ignore her idiotic ramblings. She's just a
little jealous of her defeat at my hands."
Shockwave visibly strains under a piercing, nauseating
sound. It is so familiar, and yet so distant. The pierce of the voice
reverberates within his mind like the raking of nails down a chalkboard, only
at one hundred-fold intensity. The cycloptic one pivots to behold Elita,
complete with lime-green garb in contrast to Scrapper's hot pink exterior.
Barely able to make out the words from the screeching, Shockwave instead turns
his attention to Scrapper and receives the translation he was looking for.
"Logically," he begins in his most famous catch phrase, "The
results of your previous match are... questionable, at best. The judges
rightfully called a draw, which makes the current situation unfortunately
difficult to decide." Glancing between the pair of cripples, now in hot G2
color schemes, there is only one conclusion to draw. "You are both welcome
to face me." Simple and to the point for once, however there is a complex
stream of equations playing out behind Shockwave's optic. The anticipated level
of team work between these two, for example. And he would be lying if he
claimed to not look forward to the opportunity for punishing Elita One for
those millions of years of evasion on Cybertron.
"The judges did not declare a winner for our match just
yet Scrapper..." Elita One retorts with a grunt. Though however, a gentle
smile crosses Elita One's lips as she stares throughoutly over Scrapper's body
and comments, "Beside, his royal pinkness seems to bear the mark of defeat
over him... Guess I know who took the last remaining pink pain, eh?" Of
course, you wouldn't expect Elita One to admit defeat so such dreadful
creature, and while pride was hurt she could still try to dissimulate it a bit.
"Beside, you have no right to take what is rightfully mine, I think your
hydrolic system's a bit off-level, you're letting some steam out, it's not too
good for your system, you'll rust before too long."
However though,
it seems Shockwave's words put an end to their little argument... Elita One
arches a brow and glances over to Shockwave, a tight smirk growing on her lips,
"Well, then, if you're truly the one winner of last match, you should be
able to be the last one standing -- or, be able to take care of Shockwave
before I do... That's what we'll see, I do intend to prove you that you are
mistaken and that this place is rightfully mine, you don't have the skill to be
in this place, let fighting to the expert, Scrapper.." Elita One says,
letting a soft chuckle escape her throat as she pushes herself a bit closer
with the help of her crutches, testing her legs to see if they'd be able to
hold her in the fight without further support. "So then... Shall we begin?"
Scrapper looks back down at his pink colour scheme once
again, feeling just a tad self conscious about it. "Yeah, well at least I
can say that your new paint scheme is an IMPROVEMENT, Elita One." As
Shockwave, always logical Shockwave, comes up with a compromise, Scrapper
grunts and nods. "Very well, Shockwave." He fires off a look at the
green one. "Please, Elita... there's no reason for you to embarass
yourself with this. Admit defeat and go home. Or, as you wish, Shockwave can
finish the job I started." Course, this'll be a holographic fight so there
own't be any actual finishing tonight.
Determined to
do more damage than Elita One, the Constructicon draws out his pistol.
"Sorry, Shockwave. Nothing personal. I hope you understand." The good
thing about a gun is that it doesn't matter how pathetic you look while on
crutches. You can still shoot people. As he aims, Scrapper lets his crutches
fall off, knowing that if he can't even stand without them, there's no point in
being in this. Perhaps surprising, Scrapper doesn't fall down immediately. A
purple blast of energy shoots out of the pistol's barrel, streaking towards the
large-chested one. No no, I mean Shockwave.
You strike Shockwave with Mixing it up with a Masterful
shot.
Elita One has a pretty flat chest, if you want to know...
Flat enough to be jealous of Jazz, Bluestreak or Smokescreen for that matter.
"No," Shockwave replies to Elita's last question.
"You shall perish here, as you rightfully should have at various points
over the preceding millennia." Boy howdy does Shockwave hate girls!
However, in order to get to the girl in this unlikely pairing, he must first
deal with Scrapper. "Apologies and understanding are irrelevent, Scrapper.
Regardless of who wins here..." he starts as Scrapper notches a small
incision across his midsection with the purpley laser of Constructicon frailty,
"... the Empire will prevail." Shifting into less-talk-more-action
mode, the logician kicks off the ground and swings his torso sideways, pointing
that wonderful, lovely, sexy cannon at G2 Scrapper. A thin beam of phased
energy charges and fires as he towers ominously over his current opponent.
<Attack:> Shockwave used laser. (&combatspam me=1
to stop this.)
You evade Shockwave's Phaser attack.
"Don't even count on it Scrapper..." Elita One
mutters under her breath, deciding to let go of her own crutches. It was a
question of pride here, if Scrapper could do it, she had to do it... She'd
never let a Construction prove, even if by one evanescent moment, that he was
better than her or actually more efficient. Her system though, does not like to
seem that outburst of stubborness and lets a slight grunt out of her throat as
she straightens herself, her little delay giving Scrapper the opportunity to
have the first attack. "Well, if that's the case then, I suppose I'm proud
to be an anomaly in your calculus, because if I was supposed to have been
terminated at various occasions, it seems I miraculously managed to get out of
those alive.." Not wanting to test her luck or add more pressure to her
legs already, Elita One takes out her laser-pistol from subspace, advancing
over toward Shockwave one step as she fires off a few laser bursts toward the
purple mech.
Elita One misses Shockwave with her Right Laser Pistol,
burst shot mode attack.
Scrapper leaps up high, rolling in mid-air as he does as he
touches down on the combat pit arena in a cartwheel that would make Spider-Man
gasp, neatly avoiding Shockwave's blast as he stops in a defensive combat crouch
with his gun at the ready. Hah! No, actually Scrapper trips at the right time,
letting the blast streak by. To his credit, Scrapper manages to get back up
with only having one hand available for use. The Constructicon sneers as Elita
misses her shot. "Something wrong with your optical sensors, Elita? Did
one of your hack Autobot medics patch you up again? I bet it was
DepthCharge..." Chuckling at his own little joke, the pink Constructicon
rushes forward towards Shockwave, his only hand recoiled. "If we win,
Shockwave, promise me you'll at least kill the witch." he jerks his head
over in Elita's direction. Regardless of the reply, Scrapper throws all of his
weight into a punch aimed at Shockwave's giant chest.
Shockwave evades your Left Hook attack.
Shockwave completes his rotation overtop of Scrapper. The
missed phaser fire was, in fact, intentional! Yes, that's it. Because there is
a secret tactical advantage to missing one of two opponents in the opening
round with a low-power blast. And that advantage is... secret! Chances are it
doesn't really exist but we'll just not speak of such things right now. Elita's
bursts fly wide-left of him as he lands on the ground, now forming a triangle
between Scrapper, the Femme Commander and himself. Scrapper's bull-rush is
easily sidestepped, however the triangle formation was key to his strategy in
this affair; the constructicon has ruined it, the cad. With Scrapper behind
him, he takes off for Elita in a full sprint and lowers his shoulder for the
form-tackle. "You forget that statistical anomalies are not unusual.
Percentages are a matter of probability. You have remained on the safe side of
those calculations for far too long, now," he chides as he throws the
entirety of his bulk at G2 Elita.
"It appears someone tightened the screws a bit too much
in your stability regulator," Elita One comments to Scrapper with a snort,
"Can't even stand upright, tss.." She comments, those words coming
from the Construction enough to take half of Elita One's focus on the battle,
her words mostly directed to Scrapper, whom she hates with a passion. As
Shockwave rushes over the femme, Elita One barely has the time to fire off a
few laser bursts that were lost in the back of the arena before she stumbles
and crumbles back in a vain attempt to avoid the charge, though she merely ends
up falling a victim to Shockwave's tackle. She's knocked out a couple of feet
away, sliding through the ground, her frame grinding against the arena's one,
damaging her paint job and the friction causes a bunch of sparkles. With a
grunt, Elita One winces and raises her back a little, one of her hand idly
reaching for one of the crutch that was on the ground, "The chance's slim,
but you should know, Lady Luck has always been with me, and even if the probability's
slim to none, my courage will help me prevail... Four million years going
through those utterly low odds and I've come through, my luck's not going to
let me down today..." She says, as she lets a loud scream, throwing the
object over at Shockwave.
Scrapper grunts as Shockwave avoids the punch. Not because
he's upset that Shockwave dodged, but rather because he heard an awful ~snap~
when he made the effort. "Ow... ow... ow..." Scrapper mutters,
holding his side momentarily until the pain stops. By the time Scrapper has
turned around and recovered, Shockwave has already thrown a block on Elita One,
sending her sliding on the ground. Scrapper smiles behind his faceplate and
once more draws out his pistol. "Oh I think it will, Elita," Scrapper
sings quietly to himself regarding the femme's luck. The Constructicon takes
aim at Shockwave with his laser pistol. But then he pauses and spots Elita, on
the ground. His aim shifts to Elita. But wait, the objective here is to defeat
Shockwave. His aim shifts again. But how often will he get a chance like this?
Scrapper takes aim and fires.
Elita One evades your Constructive criticism through
superior firepower attack.
Scrapper says in an oh so sarcastic tone. "Oops."
Shockwave barrels over Elita, going down with her in the
process. Scrambling back up to his feet, it's all he can do to avoid the
incoming crutch. It clangs off the dirt and sand of the pit, kicking up a small
cloud of dust. In the process, it gives Shockwave an idea as he responds to
Elita. "Curious that as you claim to be the recipient of 'luck', an idea
that has no real substance in the universe, your crutch clatters harmlessly off
the ground instead of against my frame, Elita. Pitiful." However, he's
drawn away from her in attention and towards Scrapper as the Constructicon
takes a potshot at Elita. He reaches down to brush some dust off his boot and
straightens to glare at Scrapper from across the pit. "I get the
impression you are not in this battle for legitimate purposes anymore, Scrapper."
Intent on returning the match to some semblance of order, he takes to the air
towards Scrapper again and makes it look like he's going to take another
airborn shot. But no! As he descends, his fist opens up and delivers a
significant amount of dirt at Scrapper's optics.
<Attack:> Shockwave used slap. (&combatspam me=1
to stop this.)
Shockwave strikes you with Dirt to the Optics! for 10 points
of damage.
With the towering hulk standing right in front of her, her
vain attempt to distract Shockwave seeming to have miserably failed, Elita One
finds no other options left to her right now, her neural net processing all of
her current possibilities at the moment, not taking in account Scrapper, of
course, whom she takes more as a nuissance in this fight as anything else. The
conclusion of her data compilation however took too long without coming with a
proper ways to get out of that situation, her injuried legs not helping her the
least. However, it doesn't prevent the femme from remaining the same, a tight
smirk growing on her lips as she meets Shockwave's imposing stature with
calmness and tranquility, "See Shockwave, in the universe, there are a
couple of things that are beyond the simple calculation processes that you are
doing, things that your logic cannont comprehend. Luck is one of them. Call it
an anomaly if you wish, but Lady Luck's pretty shy, just give her the time to
pass by, the fight's still young... You know as well as I do, a weak point in
an armor structure, a shot placed upon it, by total hazard, a random
probability which tips the odd in my favor..."
Though
however, Elita One's words soon comes to an end as a few laser blasts burst
right over beside her head and her groin, hitting the ground plating without
damaging the femme, aside from a nice suprise effect... Where they aimed at
Shockwave? Maybe... But it seemed more like to her. With a loud grunt though,
Elita One's optics turn over to glare at Scrapper and she shouts, "Update
your tracking system, what you think you're doing!?" She shouts... Her
optics narrow a bit as she mutters to herself, "Oh, I think I know what
you're doing you little..." Her words drift off though, as Shockwave goes
airborn... Looks like the solution to her problem had been found after all.
Slowly rising
to her feet, her system struggling to support the effort produced by her
injuried legs, Elita One takes out her other laser pistol and smiles a bit,
"Determinisn is a nice sort of philosophy, one that all of us should adopt
considering our nature.. Considering the facts we know, it can only lead to one
conclusion which is predictable, eh? I guess so... The thing is, luck is
basically made out when we managed to bring all those facts together when
they're unknown to us... And it's called luck because not everyone can manage
that, eh, now let's see if I'll manage to make the unexpected happen.."
She says as she fires off at Shockwave as he goes on for Scrapper.
"It was an honest mistake," he snickers at both
Shockwave and Elita One. About as honest as Swindle making a deal to sell
porridge to the local orphanage, maybe. The Constructicon re-aims his pistol at
Shockwave, planning to shoot him now that Elita has gotten a shot at her. But
thanks to the damage he still has, the purple one is on him before he can press
the trigger, and the vicious amonut of mud that gets flung in his eyes
completely covers his optical visor. "Blast you, Shockwave!" The
Constructicon normally wouldn't be harmed by mud, but with his structure being
weakened, some of it gets through and interferes with his internal systems.
Scrapper wipes off the mud with his only remaining hand, not even bothering to
put his gun away. Thankfully, he does not accidently shoot himself, as that
would be embarassing. Drawing back to gain himself some room, the Constructicon
shouts at Elita, "Less chat, more splat! Shockwave's going to kill us
unless we start doing some damage to him!" Said the mech who wasted a shot
by shooting at his partner. Once more, the wonderful flexibility that is
Decepticon honour shows its ugly head.
The pink
Constructicon, very glad to see Elita blast that annoying one-eyed freak, fires
off his own burst from his pistol, aiming through a still partially-muddy
optical visor. Will lady luck, as Elita refers to it, be with Scrapper as well?
You strike Shockwave with Devastating blast.
Scrapper is, it would seem, in the good with lady luck.
Shockwave successfully delivers a mud-cake to Scrappers
optics and blinks in satisfaction as his name is 'blasted' in an unfortunate
display of emotion and instability. Pleased with Scrapper's current state, he
pivots back to Elita and catches a blast from her gun right in the kisser. Luckily,
he doesn't actually have a kisser or that might mean a little more. Glancing
down for a moment to check his status, he is relieved to find that there was no
other damage done. Thus, he vaults towards Elita, cannon outstretched and
charged to fire a salvo of photon torpedoes... until Scrapper re-inserts
himself into the fight. The constructi-blast catches him squarely in the back,
allowing Shockwave's outrageous chest to meet head-on with the ground in
another display of dust and debris. The plume that rises around him conceals
most of his body, a fact he is not unaware of; in response, he keeps his body
low and aims high with his cannon, still facing Elita. For once, he is silent,
attempting to use the GIANT CLOUD OF DUST THAT ONLY SHOCKWAVE COULD BE IN THE
MIDDLE OF as cover.
Shockwave strikes Elita One with Photon Torpedo.
"Just look who's talking..." Elita One comments to
Scrapper with a snort, her laser shots stopping for a moment as she lifts her
pistol up a bit to retort to Scrapper. Once she returns her attention toward
Shockwave, the femme's optics widen a bit as she notices the torpeos flying her
way... With the side of her gun, Elita One knocks one of the missile shapped
torpeo aside, which hits the ground near Elita One but alas, her reflexes were
hardly enough to prevent a salvo from hitting her. The other ones merely impact
right with the femme's body, the blast sending a cloud of smoke all about and
hurling the femme off flying all over toward one of the arena's wall, smashing
her against it...
Gladly
though, she does not fall and holds herself, sliding down back to her feet, her
plating damaging, that green pain fading away. Her whole frame trembles for a
moment and Elita One lets out a growl of frustration as her optics glare toward
Scrapper, "Why don't you do something you idiot! I can't deal with it on
my own, injuried like that..." She shouts, one hand moving over to open
the side of her laser pistol, inserting an energy shell inside of it,
"Well, looks like we'll have to take out the heavy artellery.." She
says, before she closes the side of her gun and lifts it over Shockwave, firing
off her energy blast at him.
Elita One strikes Shockwave with Energy Shell.
Scrapper is all cool with Shockwave beating on Elita.
Whether one wins or the other wins, it's a victory for the pink Constructicon.
Scrapper smiles to himself and reholsters his pistol, giving it some time to
recharge after frying Shockwave in the back. This would be the second robot he
has shot at while they were unaware of it. This is why Scrapper is such a good
Decepticon. The Constructicon draws out his energy sword and ignites it.
Looking somewhat like Captain Hook (shut up, Hook, wherever you are) with a
cutlass in one hand and a missing left arm, Scrapper peers into the dusty
cloud. "I know you're in there, Shockwave. Come out, come out, wherever
you are!" he teases. Shouting back at Lita, he hisses, "What, didn't
you see me wonderfully shoot him in the back?! Fine, fine, wench, let me show
you how we Constructicons deal with a problem..." Scrapper braces himself
and rushes forward with his sword. Once in the middle of the dust cloud,
there's the sound of *hack, slash, rip, shred*! Hopefully that's the sound of
Shockwave being slashed and not Scrapper hacking at the ground.
You strike Shockwave with Instrument of Construction.
Shockwave hears the sound of successful tone getting impact
on on cybertronian armor, and the satisfying sound of Elita's body crunching
against the ground. The cloud of smoke dying down around him, he emerges to
return his attention to Scrapper and is about to phase his cannon into his
forearm in exchange for an integrated energy-axe of his own, when Elita's shell
erupts against the would that had been opened up by Scrapper a few moments before.
Back to the ground with ye! He works his way up to a crawl and then to his
feet, just intime to be hacked into by Scrapper's sword. This is becoming
annoying, he decides. Completing the cannon-for-axe exchange and ingoring the
pain of his ridiculous chest from Scrapper's swipe, he takes a powerful, if not
maximal swing at Scrapper's head.
<Attack:> Shockwave used energy_axe. (&combatspam
me=1 to stop this.)
Shockwave strikes you with energy_axe for 15 points of
damage.
"Now that's a little bit more like it..." Elita
One says with a grunt, tugging the side of her laser pistol to once again opens
the hatch on its side, one of her hand idly reaching out for another shell from
subspace, "That's it Scrapper, get slaughtered for me, I'll back you up,
one way or the other, you're not good enough to make up for the ammouth of
damage I can count.." With that, she pulls the other shell inside of the
gun and slowly slides her torso back against the arena's wall, forcing herself
up, a little bit of energon following her trail against the wall. She sets
herself back on her feet and points her laser pistol over to Shockwave... Melee
fight with Scrapper... She might end up hitting the Construction... Bah, who
cares anyway? When did Scrapper care for her when Shockwave was close? And with
that, she fires off that shell of hers at Scrapper, sending up a blast of cold
liquid over Shockwave's general position, hoping the blast will hit him and
just splash over him.
Elita One strikes Shockwave with Nitrogen Shell.
Scrapper suddenly remembers just how strong Shockwave can be
when he gets annoyed. The Constructicon is flung backwards, and it is an
amazing feat that Scrapper hits the ground upright. New damage, given to him by
Shockwave and not from Elita One in the previous bout, can now be seen.
"Shut up, Elita One! Just shut up!" he snarls, angry that the
one-eyed wonder is now focusing on him rather than the pin- I mean, green
femme. Ah well, it was too good to last. The Constructicon raises his pink arm
as Elita fires, nearly missing him but hitting Shockwave. "Watch where you
aim!" he shouts at her. Once Shockwave has been shot, Scrapper returns to
melee range, once more hacking at Shockwave with his sword. Hack hack hack! The
little pink mech is David next to Shockwave's Goliath, but Scrapper is used to
his enemies being bigger than he is.
Shockwave evades your Looking to Scavenge some Autoparts
attack.
Shockwave swipes through Scrapper as the two continue to
bicker with each other, increasing Shockwave's position in the fight. However,
Elita's most recent blast reminds the logician that he's still facing a
two-on-one battle despite their apparent differences of opinion on how to go
about battling him. Like the seasoned poker playing falling prey to the
relative n00b due to incorrect strategies, Shockwave is losing his footing at a
steady pace. Determined to swing the tide back to his side of the fight, he
ducks underneath Scrapper's sword and seems to run away. Transforming into
cannon mode and facing Elita, the virtual ping-pong ball that is Shockwave
flips the target on his back up to focus in on the femme commander and
unleashes a powerful surge of purpley, swirling energy at her.
Shockwave brings his arms and legs together to BRING THE PAIN!
Orbital Cannon strikes Elita One with Quantum Torpedo.
"Like I'd give you that pleasure!" Elita One
shouts, "Unlike you, I'm able to attend to multiple task at once, I guess
that's asking too much from your neural net, not that I would mind seeing you
overload from data-processing..." Elita One can't help it but chuckle a
bit to herself, shaking her head to Scrapper for a moment as she loads up her
pistol with another shell she had, "You better start doing something, it
feels like I'm doing all the job here... Well, got to admit you're a nice
decoil..." Elita One says, teasingly. Her little talk over brings her
attention off... Her system had not recuperated fast enough to allow her fast
movements to prevent the blast and she takes it full on, sending her right back
into the wall, which one shatters under the added pressure of the femme and the
quantum torpeo. Once that is done, the femme commander falls down to her knees,
not much left of her front plating, reduced into pieces, some fluids leaking up
and a few sparkles can be seen. "Primus... Hurts more than it looks
like..." She mutters, before she decides to transform, perhaps to spare
herself a little bit of pain, letting her auxiliarry laser platform on her lime
techcar fire off at Shockwave's cannon form.
Collapsing to the ground, Elita One transforms into her pink
Cybertronia techcar.
Elita One misses Orbital Cannon with her Mounted Laser
Turrets attack.
Scrapper now does something that will no doubt be very, very
stupid. He points and laughs at Elita One. "Bwa ha ha ha ha ha!! That's
the LEAST of what you deserve, Elita One! For your preaching, for your
insufferable inability to die, for your horrifying siding with OMEGA SUPREME! I
hope that HURT!!" Who's side is he on, anyway? The Constructicon's legs
begin to give out, and so he activates his Decepticon-given antigravity
thrusters and hovers up towards where Shockwave is hovering. "I wish I
could give you another chance at blasting her to smithereens, Shockwave, but
I've still got a match to win!" The Constructicon hovers up into perfect
kicking position and snaps back at Elita, "You're doing the entire job of
being a TARGET, yes." Once Elita has fired off her laser blasts, Scrapper
moves forward to give Shockwave a swift kick right to the targeting panel!
Orbital Cannon evades your Kicking the enemy to Scrap
attack.
And just like that, Shockwave is back in the lead for this
battle. As soon as Elita's body goes sailing, the giant cannon that is rivaled
only by Galvatron swivels in mid air. Somehow, it evades both Elita's response
and Scrapper's fortuitous kicking, but he has not the time nor the inclination
to be impressed with himself; as Scrapper said, there is a match to win. As
such, the back-mounted target homes in on Scrapper and paints the
Constructicon's face with a red targeting LASER. The Decepticon allows for a
very brief moment of recognition to occur to the Constructicon, as fear
sometimes allows for more pain. Suddenly, but not surprisingly, a flurry of
torpedoes erupts from his barrel, one right after the other in a merciless
succession of agony and destruction wrought with precision and care. You know,
if he doesn't miss.
<Attack:> Shockwave used plasma. (&combatspam me=1
to stop this.)
Orbital Cannon strikes you with Photon Torpedo for 13 points
of damage.
Tires screeching loudly as Elita One revs her engines and
quickly begins to accelerate, not wanting to leave herself there be an easy
target. Though gladly, it seems Shockwave's attention was turned over to
Scrapper for a brief moment, which was good, considering it gave the femme
commander enough time to speed up all the way toward Shockwave, "Now who's
the target!?" Elita One shouts, "How's a few torpeo in the tail gate,
eh!? Hope that one HURT to!" She shouts as she tries to, reckless
behaviourishly (tm) hurl herself totally in Shockwave to unbalance the big
cannon.
No doubt about it, Scrapper goes down, aft over teakettle
from that burst. The Constructicon winds up on the ground. The bonus is that
most of the pink is now black. Course, that'll vanish once the holographic
damage goes away... y'know, after Shockwave is done beating them righteously.
"Shut up... Elita One..." he wheezes. Scrapper, battered and bruised,
aims up awkwardly with his pistol and fires another burst at the flying gun.
Sure, Elita's jumping at him at the exact same time, but we've already found
out how much Scrapper cares if he accidently shoots Elita. But this time, the
shot happens to be relatively on course...
Orbital Cannon evades your Mixing it up with a Masterful
shot attack.
Orbital Cannon keeps on spinning, like some giant, invisible
child twirling a bottle in the hopes that it lands on the person they most wish
to kiss. Shockwave, however, is not the bearer of good fortune in love and
romance, but the pinnacle of technological advancement among the Decepticons.
As both Scrapper's shot and Elita herself go sailing past him, he locks on to
Elita's bumper and switches to his anti-matter spread. Wait for it... wait for
it... OK, here it comes! AHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh. That's the stuff, right there.
Orbital Cannon misses Elita One with his Anti-Matter Spread
attack.
Rolling just pass Shockwave, the femme's commander tires
scream loudly as she does a wide turn, which is only accentued by the
Anti-Matter blast, which causes Elita One's whole frame to be sent in the aire.
And from that current position, shifting in the air, the femme commander
transforms back into her robot mode, making quite an hazardious and ungraceful
landing, but she manages to get back on her feet, or rather, knees, since her
legs doesn't seem to support the actual impact with the ground, causing them to
bend as she falls. With a shriek of pain, Elita One screams to Scrapper,
"No! You, by Primus, shut up! I won't grant you the pleasure of ordering
me around, I'll shut you up if I have to!" She says, as she lifts her
laser pistol up and fires a couple of bursts all over Shockwave... Or Scrapper,
both were close enough anyway.
Elita One rises up into her pink robot mode.
Elita One strikes Orbital Cannon with Left Laser Pistol.
Scrapper is still laying on the ground, battered and bruised
(and no longer pink!). He can see Elita One bust a move and avoid the blast
from Shockwave. He was really hoping that Shockwave would kill her. But at
Elita One's retort, Scrapper snorts, "If I'm going to lose this match, I'm
going to lose it with my gun pointed at your head." What a Decepticon!
Treacherous and a true scum-bag at heart. And to think that Scrapper is one of
the nicer Decepticons out there. Ahhh, but I've already said how passionate
Scrapper is with his art and with his hate. And so, there's no regret as
Scrapper shifts his aim and fires at Elita One.
Elita One evades your Constructive criticism through
superior firepower attack.
Orbital Cannon's anti-matter spread didn't quite spread
enough, it seems. In return, he accepts the love of Elita's pistol with a
gracious re-targetting of Scrapper, who seems to have turned on his would-be
'partner' fully, at this point. Not in the state of mind for a prolonged
lecture on the sanctity of teamwork among like-minded sentient beings with a
specific goal in mind, Shockwave targets Scrapper with his barrel, this time
going for the sweet, sweet release of his body-freezing pulse disruptor.
However, he will allow for this much; "Incorrect strategy."
<Attack:> Shockwave used special. (&combatspam
me=1 to stop this.)
You are temporarily incapacitated by Orbital Cannon's Pulse
Disruptor attack.
That's it! This was too much! Too much steam rising! Who was
the enemy? Scrapper or Shockwave? Who cared, one thing was for sure, Elita One
wasn't gonna win that one with Scrapper goofing around like an idiot like that,
and firing at her randomly. "That's what you want!?" Elita One shouts
at Scrapper, her current damaged status and the toughness of the challenge
before her, along with the constant argument going on between the two had
erroded Elita One's patience it seems, and especially considering that Scrapper
was one of her sworn enemy, it was pretty tough working with him...
The laser
blasts that came her way... Now that was the dropplet that made all of the
steam goes. "You energon-leech! Stop suckling about me, arg, now you've
asked for it, that's it! I'm going to silence you and then, I'm going to win
this match, I've had enough of you!" With that, Elita One barely seems to
care for Shockwave anymore... The actual blast from the purple cannon sending
Scrapper merely closer to the femme, and that was particulary what she wants.
More or less able to use her legs, being on her knees, Elita One crawls off and
quickly makes off the distance between her and the Constructions... Both of her
hands abruptly, if not wildly goes to grip Scrapper's shoulders to turn him
about so that he faces her... That fiercy glare of her piercing through
Scrapper's own one, her nostrils flaring off some air.. OH yeah, you could tell
she was mad. With a loud scream, Elita One merely hurls her head foward with
all her strength, "OPEN YOUR CIRCUITS AND BE USEFUL FOR ONCE
IMBECILE!!" She shouts as she'll pry some reason into Scrapper somehow as
her head just goes on to bash Scrapper's own one in a real painful headbutt
from that close...
Elita One strikes you with ram for 10 points of damage.
Scrapper falls to the ground unconscious.
Elita One falls to the ground unconscious.
Scrapper has forgotten all about Shockwave and is doing some
yelling of his own. "YOU HAVEN'T GOT THE -GUTS- TO SILENCE ME!" He
roars back, even though he cannot actually move. This tactical disadvantage is
lost on him as Shockwave takes advantage of it, immobilizing him once he's done
skidding in Elita's direction. Of course, Scrapper already /was/ immobilized so
it's a fairly moot point. His vocalizers still appear to work, and running off
at the mouth is all he's been doing recently anyhow. "You shouldn't even
BE in this match! You LOST last time!" Oh how he wishes he could have
forseen that pistol being pressed up against his chest several days ago so he
could have pushed it aside and claimed total victory. But instead he's unable
to move as the femme advances on him. "USEFULNESS IS NOT RUSTING IN FRONT
OF CRYSTAL CITY!" He shouts. "USEFULNESS IS NOT YOUR WORTHLESS
PRATT-" ~CLANG!~ Scrapper's vocalizer is shut off -
- and as the
holographic damage vanishes and Scrapper's lovely hue of pink returns.
"-LING!" he roars. Suddenly Scrapper realizes he can move, and he
rises back up to his feet. Of course, he still has the real damage he suffered
before. "Mark my words, Elita One," he says gravely and slowly,
restraining his anger, "For this, the Constructicons and I will not sit
idly by. Once these Olympics are over, you can expect a new Constructicon reign
of terror, which has been proven that you Autobots are unable to stop."
Scrapper turns away, hobbling towards the edge of the pit. "I hope to see
you on the defending side."
Orbital Cannon watches the horrific scene unfold before his
eyes (Ha! Betcha didn't know he had more than one in this mode!) as Elita does
the unthinkable, drawing the real match here between her and Scrapper to yet
another draw. "Query," he states as he reverts to robot mode and
lack-of-depth-airity. "Why would you plunge yourself into Scrapper,
defeating both parties at the same time, and forcing this issue to arise when
you two must both face Inferno for the bronze?"
The Orbital Cannon breaks apart at the handle and barrel; a
moment later, Shockwave appears in its place.
You leave the Combat Pit 4.
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:
Broadcast, Foxfire, Long Haul, Mixmaster, and Sky Lynx
Combat Pit 1, Combat Pit 2, Combat Pit 3, Combat Pit 4,
Commentator's Booth, Events Computer, Junkion Boxcar, Race Track, 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.
From Combat Pit 4, The head-bash actually was much more
painful than she expected, causing Elita One to jerk back and falls on the
ground afterward, the damages throughout her body vanishing as well as the
whole illusion of this battle does, restoring her to her former glory of...
Limeness. With a grunt, Elita One shakes her head a bit and heaves a sigh,
sparing a glare over to Scrapper as she retorts to his word, a tight smirk
growing on her lips, "I have yet to see that oh~so called greatness of
yours and your reign to come, his royal pinkness." She says, obviously
trying to put him farther over the edge.
Hearing
Shockwave's words, Elita One shakes her head and heaves a sigh, slowly forcing
herself to her legs, stumbling about as she goes to reach for the crutches she
left about over the arena, "In four million years... You failed to
understand us, I highly doubt that, even if I tried to explain you, you would
understand, Shockwave..." Elita One smiles and glances over at the
towering cyclops, "See it on the bright side, that means you're going to
the final, I wouldn't complain if I were you, but be grateful to me." She
says with a wink, "Next time... Me and Lady Luck won't let you go away
that easily.." She says, idly wiggling a finger in a 'no-no' way in front
of Shockwave before she begins to make her way out.
Mixmaster, for the last few moments has been running around
and around chasing that pesky Foxfire. There is (al)chemicals EVERYWHERE.
Again. Oh, and Mixy's hand is still missing, and in it's place is a powerful
magnet. And at the end of that Magnet, is Long Haul, screaming and whining
about how he hates glue, as Mixy drags him around.
Mixmaster gets the autotape cornered finally. "No
stupid Autobots to stand up for you now, is there? I'd be glad to be the one
who breaks the truce. I'll teach /you/ to disrupt the sacred ritual of
Constructicon Trumpet Playing!"
Scrapper storms out of the combat pit. Yes, a Constructicon reign of terror of the like that the world has never seen before! His glorious troopers shall ravage Earth and plunder it all! And DEATH shall come to those who stand against the Constructicon Supreme! And then Scrapper sees his glorious troopers. Running around. Chasing Foxfire. With a magnet. And chemicals. And Long Haul hating glue. And then Scrapper remembers that he is pink. An alien passes by and gives him a queer look. "I... I don't know them." he tells the alien before walking in a completely opposite direction, hoping nobody else spots him.