Egypt

 

        A blazing wind dances around this area as sand is blown in all directions... Once upon a time less than 14,000 square miles of the Egyptian land area was cultivated or settled on, but much has changed since then; Egypt, while not nearly as busy as some other areas, is still a bustling trade route and well established community. The ancient Egyptian structures such as the great pyramids and the Sphinx are still standing tall, unmarred by millennia of age. A few of the old culture's other constructions still stand tall as well, reminding many of the achievements of the ancient people that once lived here and standing out from most of the technological advanced buildings in the area. Aside from the few cities such as Cairo, vast deserts make up most of what is Egypt today, much like it was centuries ago. The large Nile River and all that surrounds the massive body of water is within view.

 

Pharaoh Man [Son-of-ra] [RM]           Repliforce Space Shuttle <Comet> [RF] 

Onga's Ghost Plushie 2                 Repliforce Mobile Fortress V <F5> [RF]

Battle and Chase Stands - Single CombatRepliforce Outpost                    

Ancient Pyramid                        Cairo                                 

 

 

 Northeast <NE> leads to Israel.

 West <W> leads to Eastern Sahara.

 South <S> leads to Lake Hope / Aswan Dam (Aswan Lake Region).

 North <N> leads to Nile Delta.

 Up <U> leads to Sky Above Nile Region.

 

Javelin Whitetail has arrived.

 

*DUN dun-dun dun DUN dun dun DUUUUUUUUUN!*

 

        This time, there IS a fanfare. Evidently Javelin's rehired the sedan chair and carriers; for a small fee, of course. But the money from her latest venture is more than enough to support a few luxuries--and this is one of them.

 

        The other is her outfit. She's dressed like Cleopatra, straight down to having her short spiky hair dyed black, and gold ornamentation instead of silver. And also dressed in the minimal amount of material required for acceptance. Egypt isn't exactly cool.

 

        After the fanfare stops, she gestures regally from the gilt throne. And then opens her mouth, dispelling any lasting impressions of royalty. "Alright, let's get this overwith! I've got a Storm Owl an' a Pharaoh Man on th'roster." She scowls to the eye-rolling apprentices who are her helpers in the Battle and Chase judgings. "Git me some papers, an' get 'em up here so I can review th'weapons 'fore we start."

 

Storm Owl descends from the Fortress V, a huge threat looking over the battlefield and blotting out the sun for anyone who might be in the stands. The Fortress Commander is here for his rematch with Pharaoh Man. The first battle was fought with troops, with resources, and with strategy. This will be something more of a... brutal, personal match, Storm muses. Not the cold impassionate chess match of invader matching up against defender, but the close, intimate dance between two warriors. How fitting that the match is in Africa, the site of where the liberation of this territory began against Wily's tyrannical rule. Storm Owl settles down on the Repliforce soil. Snapping his head upward, Storm Owl peers at the judge Javelin Whitetail and her band of boy toys. Ah yes, the... celebrity friend to Mavericks. Nevertheless, Storm Owl fires off one of his salutes to the judge as an aid hands over the paperwork. You could almost swear you heard a thunderclap from the salute.

 

And as for Storm Owl's opponent? Well, he's just arriving as well.

 

Moments after the salute, a wind picks up, whipping about suddenly. Sand is caught up within it, creating a mildly blinding effect. Suddenly, it gathers on the other side of the arena, coalescing in a flash of heat and flames into Pharaoh Man, Master of Delta Squadron. He hovers slightly above the ground, arms crossed before him, scepter and khopesh in hands. Lowering slightly to rest his feet upon the ground, two crimson optics are leveled upon the Repliforcer.

 

" I believe you broke something of mine. I'm here to collect on that..."

 

Javelin Whitetail pricks her ears and looks up to the sky for a moment. Huh, perfectly clear. Could've sworn she heard thunder.

 

        Then her ears flatten and she scowls, holding one hand against her muzzle to block the flying sand. When it clears, the scowl doesn't fade. Bloody Robot Masters. Too bad it's only simulated combat. After reviewing the basic paperwork, she shrugs and tosses it onto the sand (where it's frantically saved by apprentices), and gestures to the combatants. "'tis the rules. Both of ye stay within th'ring; flyin' height be limited to a three-fourths mile, same for underground. All th'combat is simulated, 'member; when th'bout is over, both of ye will be good t'go. I trust ye both know what cheatin' is, an' if there's any--" She tries to scowl again, but it looks a little worried. There's not a lot *she* could do about it, at her size.

 

        She holds up a coin for their inspection; a stag's head on one side and tail on the other. "We'll flip f'r the first parry, then after that it's all fun an' games. The owl calls it."

 

Javelin Whitetail flips a coin in the air and it comes down heads.

 

Storm Owl raises one of his hands, shielding himself from the glare of the sand as it whips all around. Who's the master of wind here, hmm? His beady eyes follow the anomaly until it rests in the corner and reveals itself as Pharaoh Man. "Naturally," Storm Owl says, "I would expect you to be angered by the loss of both your army and your fortress. However it was simply inevitable. As is the eventual liberation of the rest of Africa. However if you feel that this sham of a battle will truly grant you your revenge, then so be it, Robot Master." Storm has not lost sight of this being a simulation. Failing the 50/50 coin toss, he waits for Pharaoh Man to make his move.

 

      A cruel sneer curls up upon Ra's face as Storm Owl speaks, " Oh, you really do believe that, don't you? Ever single bit of it? That's a pity. Mostly because you will die without ever having the realization of the truth...." A dark chuckle, before Pharaoh Man blinks, re-appearing behind the bird.

 

" Never realizing the true glory of Amun-Wily. Ah well, I'm sure you'll have an eternity to ponder your mistakes. " The Khopesh is drawn forth as he whispers this softly to the bird, before suddenly being slashed out at his back. " Now let's see just how long it takes before you scream in pain, begging for death to claim you..."

 

Pharaoh Man strikes you with a minor hit from his Khopesh Slash attack for 7 units of damage.

 

Storm Owl waves his hand dismissively, arching an optical ridge. "Indeed I do, Pharaoh Man. I shall see to it myself, if need be." The war bird draws out one of his daggers and holds it in front of him, wary of what Pharaoh Man is planning to do with that staff of his. The Major is all too well aware of the Delta Commander's blinking ability, and so cannot rely on the skies to keep him 100% safe. The moment Pharaoh Man vanishes, Storm whirls about, confronting him as he reappears. His quick parry is foiled by the powerful slash, and a deep cut is formed on Storm Owl's belly, sending him staggering backwards several steps. "You have a talent of speaking often without truly saying anything," he quips back. Storm continues to back off, trying to get some distance between them. As he does, the war bird hurls his dagger towards Pharaoh Man, trying to skewer him in the throat.

 

You strike Pharaoh Man with a minor hit from your Feather Missile attack.

 

Pharaoh Man is about to retort to Storm Owl's critique, when he catches an explossive dagger in the throat. Reeling backwards, a hand rushing up to the wound, the Robot Master stumbles for a few steps as he attempts to regain balance. Looking upon his opponent, a cruel, scarred visage-half robotic underlay, half egyptian undead-glares at the reploid. " Nnnn. You will pay for that, bird! " The scepter is raised, causing a swell of superheated air to rush towards Storm Owl...

 

Pharaoh Man strikes you with a glancing hit from his Heat Wave attack for 5 units of damage.

 

Javelin Whitetail eyerolls; reaches down to the side of her chair and pulls up a water bottle. And this one actually *is* water. She'd drink her whiskey--but this match looks dry enough as it is.

 

"And so," Storm Owl mutters, "Calm has left you, and anger has taken its place." Storm Owl acts in a surprisingly graceful way for an being as controlled as he as Pharaoh Man sends the heated blast his way. The war bird spreads his long wings arching upwards into the sky and hovers upwards. The extreme heat results in his golden/orange armour to partially melt, causing it to glisten and shine in the light, but Storm Owl pushes away such pain as he summons the power of the storms itself. The sand begins to whip around the arena, potentially interfering with a certain judge. But more importantly, interfering with Pharaoh Man and his antics. All of the sand is blinding, and it painfully stings whatever it strikes. And out of the midst of the storm, a blast of air shoots out, trying to knock Pharaoh Man down on his rear end so Storm Owl can take the initiative in this match.

 

You strike Pharaoh Man with a solid hit from your Cyclone Storm attack.

 

Pharaoh Man is engulfed by the sand, raising his arms to shield himself. The grains wear down quickly upon his form, cutting at the armor. But all the while, he laughs, rather maniacly even. " Sometimes, anger helps you survive, my dear Storm Owl. And despite my anger and your...logic...it apepars you have made the mistake. " Suddenly, the winds cut off, and the sand gathers into a sing ball in Ra's palm.

 

" You forgot that /I/ and /I/ alone rules these sands! " The sphere is then shot out at Storm, ready to explode on impact...

 

Pharaoh Man misses you with his Sand Burst attack.

 

Storm Owl has all the tools he could ever want in this arena. Two wing mounted wind generators to serve as the executioner's gun, and a huge unending sea of tiny little bullets. A shame that it's the bullets that are under Pharaoh Man's control. Storm's sharp hearing can make out the laugh and the retort. When the sand battles against the wind, Storm fights to keep control, but loses it long enough for the storm to die down, and everything to become clear, even if for only a precious moment. Suddenly vulnerable, Storm Owl streaks upwards into the sky, performing a complicated series of evasive maneuvers - this one being taught to him by Storm Eagle himself. The end result is the bullet of sand barely grazing his wing. "It would seem our advantages nullify themselves, Pharaoh Man." Storm, now up high in the sky, neatly shaded by the looming Fortress V battlestation, uses this position to his advantage and begins to descend downwards, attempting to strike Pharaoh Man before pulling sharply back up.

 

You strike Pharaoh Man with a minor hit from your Divebomb attack.

 

Javelin Whitetail scowls--again with the damn sands! There's no way to *prevent* it here, but it's still annoying. Even apart from the combat, she still gets quite a few stinging whips from the wind blowing it her way. So instead--she pricks her ears some; her metal skin shudders like a horse's, and her hair spikes out in response. That will filter the sand out--and she can hear now; everything in the combat right down to robotic pulses. Even if she can't always see, she can find them in the mess.

 

Pharaoh Man is struck, flying backwards and into an arena wall. The concrete cracks and crumbles slightly as he falls away from the indention left behind, onto one knee. Concentrating for a moment, he begins to blink rapidly about the arena. " Fool. " Blink. " You cannot possibly hope. " Blink. " To have an advantage. " Blink. " Over Me. "

 

A rush of flames is unleashed upon the reploid from the Pharaoh, segments of it being released each time he blinks into a new position, quickly closing in upon Storm...

 

Pharaoh Man strikes you with a solid hit from his Pharaoh Wave attack for 15 units of damage.

 

Storm Owl recovers from the collision with Pharaoh Man faster than Pharaoh Man himself does and hovers in place. Storm's wind generators are prepared for a long series of blasts. He fires off a concussive air strike at the Robot Master, but the enemy blinks aside at the last minute. He fires off a second at his destination, but once more the Pharaoh is gone. Storm frowns as the Robot Master neatly avoids the blasts, hearing the taunts the entire time. Finally, Storm Owl is unable to keep up with the mad pace, and many waves of fire pass over the avian, scorching his armour and sending Storm Owl back down to the ground on all forms. Smoke rises from his body as Pharaoh Man closes in upon him. Desperately, Storm fires off another blast at the approaching foe to blow him away.

 

You strike Pharaoh Man with a solid hit from your Wing Gale attack.

 

Pharaoh Man is caught up in the gale, unable to blink quickly enough to a distance sufficient enough to esacpe it's effect. Slammed into the ground by it's might, his ceases his constant teleportation, a bit stunned by the blow...if not rather damaged, as the sickening crunch-thud proved. Picking himself up, pausing momentarily to spew forth bits of metal and mechfluid, he shakes in rage. " You insolent little fowl...." he murmers, and then...starts to laugh. It's a maniacal little giggle at first. " Ah yes, poultry. They haven't had that in a long, long time...have you, my dears? "

 

As if to answer his question, shapes begin to move under Ra's bandages. Slowely at first, but a growing skittering sound of scrapping chitin and metal is heard as more shapes appears. Soon, they are crawling all over each other, bulging forth. " Yes...I think it's time they feasted..." He begins to cackle, but is cut off as a massive swarm of robotic scarabs spews forth from every orifice on his body, moving for Storm Owl.

 

Intent on consuming him.

 

Pharaoh Man strikes you with a solid hit from his Scarab Swarm attack for 15 units of damage.

 

Javelin Whitetail shudders at Pharaoh Man's blinking. It's a disturbing technology; the ability to just--APPEAR like that, out of nowhere, is terrifying in and of itself. Storm Owl might be bigger--but far more tame by comparison, even with his powerful wing blasts. At least she can *tell* what he's doing.

 

        The Deer sets her water bottle down very carefully, then, and tries very hard not to be sick. It's a hologram. Just a holographic battle. Not real.

 

Storm Owl rises upwards as Pharaoh Man falls downward, intent on finishing this before Pharaoh Man can pull out another move from his bag of tricks. But one more, the Robot Master is on top of him already with another crushing assault. The war bird staggers back as the horrifying swarm of insects approach him. Not even having time to give a retort back to Pharaoh Man, Storm takes to the skies, but by then it is too late. At least half of the swarm are on him, and the Fortress V Commander writhes in mid-air, trying to shake off the scarabs even as they consume his metallic flesh. There's a sharp cry of pain from the bug-engulfed Storm Owl as he floats in the air. Just a hologram, my dear Javelin Whitetail, but the pain is very real.

        Storm Owl thrashes about, knocking off scores of the bugs. But still, some remain, ravaging the mech. Wires can be seen, and mech fluid is spilt. It's impressive that the mechanical avian is still functional after that, but it's likely he won't be for much longer. Storm Owl has no choice but to let them be as he takes care of the head of this swarm. Summoning up another wind storm about him, many of the bugs are blown off as he raises his hands over his head. Calling down the very power of the storm itself, a furious blast of wind tries to strike Pharaoh Man.

 

You strike Pharaoh Man with a major hit from your Cyclone Winds attack.

 

Pharaoh Man falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.

 

Pharaoh Man watches in sadistic glee as the insects engulf Storm Owl. " How delicious..." He murmers, thinking obviously he has succeeded. That is, until Storm Owl shakes off a large portion of the swarm...and unleashes devastating cyclone grade winds. Having risen to a hover to watch the carnage, one would swear Pharaoh Man almost goes pale.

 

" Oh no..."

 

Snatched up by the winds, he tries furiously to focus enough for a blink, but cannot seem to gather himself enough to do so. The wind starts to literally rip him apart, pulling away bits of armor, and segments of his very limbs. " No...NOOO! Vengeance will be mine, bird, MI-" And then his head is seperated forcefully from the torso.

 

Pharaoh Man parts rain to the ground after a few more moments, as the wind subsides.

 

Javelin Whitetail raises a hand to protect her face once again; stands up in front of the gilt throne, then. She waves the other hand in the air to signal the combatants, even as assistants run around preparing to wind down the holographic generators that control the arena. "Th'match goes to Storm Owl! Now call off that ****ing wind!" She hunches over a bit, coughing and trying to get rid of some of the sand that got in her mouth soon as she opened it.

 

        After a minute or two, the holograms are shut off; damage subsides, and pain with it. There's nothing to be done about that bloody sand, though.

 

Pharaoh Man picks himself up off the ground, and simply blinks away, a scowl upon his face...

 

Storm Owl releases his hold over the winds on Javelin Whitetail's command and peers downward now that the sand has settled. Storm touches on the sand, peering at the parts raining down around him. Storm is battered and bruised, but still very functional. He fires off another thunderclap salute to Javelin. "Perhaps, Pharaoh Man, we shall have t..." Storm trails off, turning towards where the mech was to reappear once the holographic damage was gone. But alas, the Delta Commander is gone. "o wait for another time for your revenge." he finishes anyway. Storm has no delusions about how a miss or hit here and there, and this would have been a very different match. He hovers up back towards the Fortress V, where no doubt the crew is pleased with their Captain's performance.