[Eliminator] CIS Victory

NORTHERNLANDS - THE PIT

Here lies a hole; a considerably large one. It was as if some heavenly entity parted the clouds and punctured the earth with its divine might! Those who venture near will feel their very essence drained, their strength sapped, their resolve weakened, seemingly sucked into its the gaping maw. There has been much speculation over the hole’s depth, but those who went in to investigate have never returned. In fact, those who lingered too long in the area didn’t fare much better. Remains of vehicles, shelters, and research equipment lay scattered along its rim like so much rubbish. Some seemingly there for decades, while others were a tad more… recent. Yet, there were no corpses.

Terrain

General – Wasteland, rocks and death stretches for miles all directions, save for the huge hole that measures roughly a quarter mile in diameter. Absolute darkness greets those who peer over its lip. Strangely enough, the soft humming of engines lingers in the still air. A transport shuttle of some sort sits abandoned several feet from the hole. It’s rear entry hatch left ajar. Machine wreckage is scattered in close proximity. They appear to have once been some sort of humanoid fighting machines. The signs of a recent battle are apparent as there are scorch marks and spent shell casings nearby, as well as blood stains. Again, there are no bodies, only drag marks in the dirt- leading into the hole.

Weapons - Broken bits of long dead machines. However, the shuttle itself has two side-mounted energy turrets.

Natural Element Resource None.

Bonus Effects -Warriors fighting in this area will begin to feel the

draining effects of the Dead Lands, sapping away their strength at a rate

higher than normal, stunting combat performance, and extending the

resting and healing times one might normally have...

Extra Note: The transport shuttle is still active. It measures about 70 feet long and can carry a team of 10-15 people. Turrets stick out on either side of the vehicle, allowing one person to cover each side in a 180 degree arc. The ship is pretty well armored, able to withstand a nice amount of punishment before going down. Mounted on a pair of short “wings” are huge, engines capable of altering their thrust vector to give the vehicle roughly the control of a helicopter. Just picture this:

-but with a turret sticking out of either side. Those taking the controls will find piloting the thing surprisingly simple, as it has built-in safeguards to prevent things like over-correction, engine stalling, and pretty much anything outside of intentionally slamming it into the ground.

Special Rules Wrote:

This encounter will be separated into multiple phases. Each phase will present a scenario for you and your team to accomplish. At the end of each scenario, your team will be graded by myself and given a completion rank. These ranks will be revealed during the Final Phase. Where things progress from there will depend entirely upon how well you ranked on the other 3 phases. In general, the ranking criteria will be creativity, timeliness, and teamwork with bonuses awarded for miscellaneous feats (Read: s**t I thought was cool/hilarious). For some scenarios, I will not necessarily have to be present and will do little outside of tossing random events at you and presenting situation reports (during these instances, feel free to post without me until the time limit is met). GOOD LUCK

It wouldn't be long now...

Team Shattered Steel had been given a chance that many did not forsee. Kain, Rhoslyn, Canaan and Yasuo had been able to prove themselves twice over now that they were the better team; Team Super Sentai's defeat, and the shocking defeat of Team Guardians. Yasuo, the team Shinobi and second-in-command, had not even dreamed of coming this far in Heaven or Hell. He was simply put here on a mission to represent his village in the prestigious tournament - to gain a potential foothold for people of his own kind, for acceptance into society or otherwise. Could he believe where he had ended up? Absolutely not! But did he feel like he had been given a chance to do something other than represent? Yes.

Earlier, the team had been picked up on the roof of the Crimson Hawk. There was no telling where this helicopter transport was going to take them - hopefully someplace advantageous or good looking - or whatever may happen. All he knew was that there was a deep feeling of worry in his gut, and that he would be on edge for the entire trip. Yasuo couldn't stand flying, honestly, but if it was the only way to get to where they needed to go then it would have to be accepted. His teammates might notice that the shinobi would be abnormally quiet along the trip, an act commonly associated with nervousness or deep thought, each of which being the case.

It wasn't the helicopter had taken them over some seriously rocky terrain that Yasuo began to finally relax. The ground below was the first relaxing feeling he had aboard the entire flight, and a giant sigh of relief would be had from the Iwa-nin. It was a great reminder of home for him, the stone mountains of the Land of Earth quickly popping into his head. At the same time, he couldn't help but have the adverse feeling accompany his calm.

"I miss home," he would finally say. His first words for the entire trip - and unfortunately his last.

Before anyone could call him on that, a bright silver object streaked past his window. Even with his trained sights it was nigh impossible to make out what that object had been, but that bad feeling in his gut suddenly rummaged about once more. Without a second thought, Yasuo would grab hold of something out of instinct and hope that it wasn't what he thought it was.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!

"s**t..."

It was the only thing on his mind now. And his second thought?

"Everybody hang on!!!"

"st, st, s**t!" The word kept playing in his head, a panicking broken record if one could call it anything. Gravity took over now as the violent shakes of the cabin became worse and worse. Smoke filled the cabin and altimeter alarms wailed, the red emergency lights flashing like crazy. Yasuo clenched his eyes tightly, giving off a final thought for himself and his village. "Survive! We have to survive!" And it was then... that things began to make a little more sense.

"We're going down! Mayday! Mayday! We're goi-" Silence. Static. Nothing.

"Noah..."

CRRRAAAASH!!!

CRACK!!!!

CRUNCH!!!

Blackness and pain. It was all that was left for awhile, an undetermined amount of time actually. Yasuo would wake up just outside of the helicopter; dazed, confused, and going through a pain he had not felt in his life. Full bodily pain, with nothing but bright lights and sounds of a broken rear rotor spinning around on the downed chopper. He had no idea how the team was, nor would he be able to find out it seemed as the sound of first a high powered jet engine, shortly followed by some loud footsteps would approach the shinobi.

"Wha-...who... who is that?" mumbled the shinobi. "Wh-... what happened?" He struggled to get his words out, each seeming to choke him half way through. The metallic taste of blood was in his mouth, furthering speculation of injury for himself. Worst of all, he was half equipped. If this was the opposing team, they'd have the advantage over everyone right now...

Mimicking the silence of his two companies, Kain's reddened and cracked features were directed outside of the 'copters port, viewing the passing ground and whir of the shadows casted by the blades keeping the vessel airborne. His face was stricken with apathy, realising that HoH was the only worthwhile telling thing he'd been doing since its inception, at least, post its inaugural year. Unlike Yasuo and Canaan, he had nothing to prove, no direction or purpose to his actions other than to play with the idea of killing his opponents in the ring; combating his infernal instincts as well as the very real danger he'd be wrestling.

""I miss home"

He turned his head to regard the shinobi, no doubt, it was meant to be a personal comment and, perhaps, was thought that it couldn't be heard, but Kain picked it up. When you mostly keep to yourself you learn about others, an observer of sorts, always on the eavesdrop or wary of body language, never know what detail could betray personalities.

Home.

The nomadic man would've further reflected on the implications the word held for him, or used to, if it weren't for the---------------

BWEEEEEEE BWWWWEEEEE BWEEEEe---"MAYDAY,GOING DOWN--HoH TRANSPORT---DAHH-s**t!!" the pilot and co-pilot both sounding their mayday.

The voices weren't very reassuring of their situation and Kain braced himself in his seat in the corner. A good thing too, the calls were cut short with a deafening crash of collapsing steel, dust, debris and anything else slapped the Devil in the face, filling his nostrils, agitating his cracked and scarred face before all went dark.

Assassins? Grudging competitors (Heh)? ----Noah...had to be. No crazy sonuvabitch would readily endanger the competitors unless their name were Eliah Noah. Eliminator Round...and either this was a test in itself: survive the crash, or a greatly misguided joke.

Kain crawled out of heap, spitting out mouthfuls of dirt, cursing all the while. He noticed several abrasions on various places on his body, his arms and shoulders mostly, the left side of his face was doused with blood. Looked even worse since the wounds inflicted by the white mage scarred his flesh, giving him a more battered appearance than what was actually caused. Brushing himself off from both dust and wreckage he found that Yasuo and Canaan seemed to be alright..

"Yas' see if you can find Ross-Canaan and I will keep watch for whatever it was that took us down." He was in a frenzy, taking on march, examining the damage and readying his energies in case whatever it was that took them down came back. When he tried, it was meager, like something was sapping whatever he tried to conjure. He wasn't wrong, this was an eliminator round. His first, but knew what to expect.

You better get ready now, Canaan. "You wanted some prestige, Captain? Now will be your chance to REALLY earn some."

Three black specks crested the horizon, invading the air with the drone of powerful turbine engines. Three shuttles, each bearing emblems not belonging to any nation native to Gaia, flew in a staggered formation as they approached their current objective: The Pit.

Leaning out the side hatch of the lead shuttle was none other than the Ensign. He wore a bright smile and his eyes burned with passion… FOR ADVENTURE! His orders were simple: investigate the disappearance of Alpha Team, and bring back one of the surviving HoH participants suspected to be onboard that chopper. Yes, his orders were simple, but what of their motivations? The Commander had left them largely in the dark, divulging only tidbits of has grand scheme. His mission report was vague, just stating that they were here searching for something. Exactly what it was and its significance remained a mystery. A mystery that lead him here, to this festering rock of supernatural lunacy!

How the Ensign hated this world. He hated the sounds, he hated the smells, he hated the sights, and he especially hated the people.

“Movement up ahead!” called one of the pilots. His team consisted primarily of Combat Drones. They were mass produced, single-minded minions that served mainly to bolster the ranks while those with actual thinking brains could tend to more substantial tasks, like piloting the shuttles! 30 such Drones were distributed amongst the three aircraft, each one standing 6’ and weighing roughly 200lbs. They carried the most basic of weaponry: Metal fists, extendable blades, stun guns, and wrist-mounted lasers. They were versatile, able to be reconfigured for a multitude of scenarios. For example, the drones currently under the Ensign’s command sported Jet-packs.

As a matter of fact, so did he!

He brought up his binoculars and scanned the smoke plume a few miles away. There, he spotted Shattered Steel emerging from the wreckage. They all seemed well and able bodied, considering the ordeal they had just experienced. The man recalled his orders; he was to bring back only one.

“Rodger that, Lieutenant. Bring us in low for a pass. We’ve got to be quick! There’s no telling what these freaks are capable of.”

“Yessir.”

“Alright, Drones. Initiate Attack Protocol Beta, RoE: Passive.” The Ensign spoke briefly into his radio, and the machines responded with a flash of their single, glowing optic unit.

It wouldn’t be surprising if Shattered Steel had by now noticed the three shuttles approaching them at an extreme low altitude (only a couple hundred feet). If any doubts lingered about whether the new arrivals were friend or foe, they’d be put to rest as

each of the shuttles launched a pair of canisters from their now opened hatches.

The canisters bounced between the four fighters, hissing loudly as they released their payload. It was a chemical similar to Tear Gas, GAIA STRENGTH! People on this planet probably snorted the vanilla stuff like a narcotics. Smoke peppered the target site, forming a thick. white cloud that engulfed everything in a 100-foot radius. Not only would it be difficult to see, but difficult to breath! To top it all off, the passive effects of the Dead Plains served to dampen their supernatural resistances, further increasing the effectiveness of the grenades. But this was just a lucky coincidence.

Up above, the Ensign grinned. His binoculars had thermal view and he had slipped on a gas mask. He was scanning the fighters below for a candidate worthy of bringing back to The Commander. It didn’t take long.

Rhoslyn Vernal Wrote:

"Any broken bones?"

“Her… GO!”

In pairs the drones exited the shuttles, their jet-packs firing briefly to shorten their trip. Obviously, the smog had no effect on them. They were machines.

Miss Rhoslyn would find herself having a close encounter as four Drones approached her from all sides, hopefully while she was still disoriented. Two grabbed at her arms, one snuck up from behind, aiming to smack her one in the back with a metal fist, which at this time, released a burst of electricity on par with a stun gun (the drones were well insulated and their internals were able to withstand these levels of electricity). The Drone approaching from the front just threw a normal punch to the face with hopes of KOing the woman.

If successful, they’d proceed to tie her up.

Now what of the other 26 drones? Well, they’d be getting in the way. Some would form barriers between Rhosyln and her teammates, others would form a loose circle around all four fighters, their wrist mounted lasers charged and ready. Moments later the Ensign ordered the shuttles in closer, the downwash from their engines blasting away the smoke from the grenades and revealing the entirety of the ******** scenario to the possibly confused Shattered Steel.

“Hello there!”

He’d yell, lowering his binoculars. He kept his mask on for the time being.

“Sorry to have to run into you all like this, but my boss requests an audience with one of your teammates. And since this one is the easiest on the eyes, she’s coming with us. I hope you don’t mind! Then again, it’s not as if it matters.”

This ****** reeked of a trap. Rhoslyn could feel her grip over her glamour fading ever-so-slightly as she sucked down the dirty, gritty air in a few quick gasps. Remember, this is Elimination... no POOF'ing away, no transition into a [Sluagh](http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/EldritchAbomination).. yet. She coulda been wrong, after all, and a rogue Illy or Shady coulda done some hacker st. Wait and tell. She dropped the corpse.

Hm... drone of engines. Dots in the horizon coming in fast. No. FAST.

Quote: "What the hell?" were the first words out of Canaan's mouth.

"IT'S A FUKKEN TRAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"

Women's intuition, maybe. Or just that when one is in a chopper crash when alone through most of the flight, shot down by a blur, and SCIENCE bears down on you, it is a safe bet to assume that they're enemies. Things opened on the ship, some odd hissy-thing came down - NO. ********. THAT. Didn't see the things closing, either...

She snarled and focused her telekinesis on all six of the objects, one by one. They had a few seconds before the whatever-the-hell-it-was could drop all the way, and a few good, determined TK-shoves in midair sent one of those canisters right on track for the giant pit of doom and kinda scattered the remaining five a little more. For some reason... nngh, she felt kinda drained.

CLINKTHUDSMACKSMACKBOUNCE

DROPKICK

Rhoslyn exhaled hard as the gas began to vent, then took a big, long breath in and extended her middle finger to the heavens, refocusing her TK to swing back and forth in front of her eyes. Once again, she was unsure if this would affect her, but part of the spell keeping her back had made her rather... attached to breathing. Take no chances. Get low. Get away from the gas - that shuttle thing. Maybe.

She extended one leg, and sprinted off as - ******. Robots. Shoulda gotten low... not one to assume these were trained medics, Rhoslyn ducked and dove off forward to her right as felt four things at once. First off was her shirt-sleeve being torn right off, as well as a wicked pinch at her shoulder. The third was a feeling of extreme irritation, and the fourth was her hair raising like a **** and little static shocks playing off her head. Extreme note to self: run like a b*h.

She rolled and came to her feet, the carbon-plus blade in her right with a thin little layer of blood on the edge held like an icepick, and her case o' pain in her left, facing the robots. Her back was turned to that shuttle. This was gonna suck. Her skin felt blistered, the cut on her leg burned, and she sucked in more air with a desperate gulp, throat tensing up and legs getting sore. Huh... why wasn't the gas-

Quote: “Hello there!”

He’d yell, lowering his binoculars. He kept his mask on for the time being.

“Sorry to have to run into you all like this, but my boss requests an audience with one of your teammates. And since this one is the easiest on the eyes, she’s coming with us. I hope you don’t mind! Then again, it’s not as if it matters.”

She kept an eye on the robots and readied herself for combat, heart pounding as blood trickled up through the air to coat the blade, magic shifting and distorting the light reflected off of it. Her brain idly calculated the odds - no, she couldn't take all of them in straight-up melee. Take one out, run to the shuttle. Maybe find a door or weapons or SOMETHING. Her team would have her back.

Rhosyln Wrote:

They had a few seconds before the whatever-the-hell-it-was could drop all the way, and a few good, determined TK-shoves in midair sent one of those canisters right on track for the giant pit of doom-

Bad move.

An earth shattering roar ripped through the air, sounding off at ear-irritating decibels! It sounded simply inhuman; screams from a godless creature twisted enough to make even a certain member of Al Azif smile in appreciation. Too long had it been dormant. Too long had it been since the creature feasted upon the essence of actual living beings. That is, until recently. Foolish researchers ventured too near, threatening the sanctity of the temple in which it guarded and offering themselves as an appetizer. Now, more tasty morsels were causing a ruckus, signaling to the creature that the main course had finally arrived.

THOOM!

One-

THOOM THOOM

No, Two! Three!

THOOM THOOM THOOM THOOM THOOM!

Eight massive legs emerged from the pit, dragging the rest of its grotesque form out with it! Multiple eyes scanned anxiously in each direction as if the creature was having problems deciding who it wanted to devour first. Razor sharp mandibles oozed with noxious ichors, burning the soil where it landed. Heavy carapace covered its body like armor, making the creature neigh impervious to the weapons that the combat drones feebly brought against it.

Just when the Ensign, his crew, and the HoH participants suspected things could get no worse- they emerged from the depths. Dozens of them! Like their gargantuan parent, the hatchlings (who were about the size of a small dog) too had been starving for a meal. And like their parent, they would not be denied. A dozen or so of the drones turned their attention to new arrivals, bringing their weapons forward and forming a quick firing line. They were able to keep some of the spiders at bay, but not for long.

Yet amongst the chaos, amongst the panic, the young Ensign kept his cool. Running a hand through his golden hair, a confident smirk cascaded across his face (though it couldn't really be seen beneath his mask. He was not perturbed in the very least.

“Don’t worry.” He reassured his few living team members. “I got this.”

FOOSH!

The turbines of his jet-pack roared to life, carrying him from his elevated position on board the shuttle. He landed with a heavy thud, his boots digging into the soil as his legs recoiled to absorb the landing. He stood before the incoming tide of subterranean beast-spiders, fearless! His hands reached to his side, gripping the shaft of his staff and extended it to its full combat length of 6 feet. Surely he wasn’t about to take on the beast and its head on?

“VICTORY, this is ground team Epsilon.”

Of course not.

“Requesting Arial support at my coordinates."

He had backup.

With a fancy twirl his staff, he retracted it and returned it to the holster at his side. One would wonder why he even drew the weapon in the first place. The answer: A man couldn’t call themselves a warrior if they didn’t look epic while performing a summon spell.

Code: Ensign->Action->Summon->CIS VICTORY

Tearing through the cloud cover was the CIS VICTORY, its silvery hull shining with divine magnificence! It did not matter that the ship was still several miles away from where the action was. Its guns were mighty, and its range was great!

CLANK CLANK!

Dual cannons located on the foremost section of the ship shifted into position, using the targeting information provided by the ground forces. The air was filled with the sounds of the energy coils charging as they drew in energy from the ship’s reactors. Particles of blue green light danced before the nozzles of the weapons, dancing like fireflies on a summer night. Only they were not fireflies, they were ions… very angry ones.

On the bridge…

“Commander, target has been acquired and siege Batteries are powered up to 100%.”

“Excellent. Await my command.“

Back on the ground, Shattered Steel would notice a crudely constructed, spherical robot soaring up to them. It’s huge, red ocular piece bounced its focus between each and every one of its members, even the one who was currently under assault by the combat drones. Once confirming their identity, a small arm extended from the top of the floating machine, bending towards the fighters and projecting a 3'x 6' rectangular image before them all.

It was the picture of a helmeted figure wearing a heavy cloak and sitting in a command chair of sorts. No facial features could be seen beneath the blackness of his helm, only a pair of brown eyes. In a raspy metallic voice, he spoke to them.

“Greetings, fighters of Shattered Steel!” He paused for a brief moment and shifted his gaze. “And horrid spider-thing. On behalf of the Victory and her crew, I’d like to welcome you.” A dramatic pause followed.

Wait for it…

Wait for it…

“TO DIE!!!!!!!”

There it is.

“Open fire.”

Like the Star of Bethlehem, a bluish-green light pierced the sky, causing reality to warp around it. The Ensign knew what was up and had already activated his jet-pack, along with the rest of his robot minions. Well, save for a certain few who were still occupied with an important task.

Yes, the drones remained in pursuit of Rhosyln, although Kain's efforts had decommissioned a few of them. Still, they had their orders: "Apprehend the woman and return her to the ship", and they would not relent. Only this time, there were more of them. 10 would now descended upon her from every direction, wielding metallic limbs and stun guns. The sneak attack having failed, the next logical thing to do would be to escalate their efforts. They'd continue their attempt at capture, at least for a few more seconds. If they succeeded, they'd tie her up and fly towards one of the awaiting shuttles, conscious or not. Hell, it didn't matter if they succeeded in restraining her! Barring complete destruction, they WOULD lift her off the ground and carry her towards one of the awaiting shuttles. Why? Because it was time to GTFO! If the rest of Shattered Steel didn’t want to be eliminated from existence, they’d also do the same.

As if to give them a not so subtle hint, the floating orb-bot would be projecting a giant a** holographic arrow towards the still idle shuttle, along with a counting-down timer, which as of now read:

Code: ETA TO OWNAGE : 35.31 seconds

Dragosani Kain Wrote:

"GET TO THE CHOPPER!!!"

Yeah, he had the right idea.

Now what of the spider-beast? It was currently distracted by the beautiful ball of light that was rapidly increasing in diameter. Her children had long since began to retreat back into the apparent safety of The Pit. They were having none of that s**t.

Note: Again, I'll wait on all 4 members to post, before we can officially kick this thing off! =D

You know... this was very, very frustrating. Normally, she'd laugh off the gas, start using a robot to kill the other robots, and then throw one of them into the shuttle that p*k was screaming from and make it explode. Somehow. And then she'd POOF home, have a nice drink and a nice smoke, and then ****** his lover until the sun went up and sleep the rest of the day away.

But nooooooo, here she was, being chased by-

...

...

really?

Rhoslyn twitched and let out a grunt as a robot fist met her ribs from behind. Letting go of her blade, the fey used her TK powers to sink two blades into her arms at the elbows, cutting down the road to her wrist as she chanted. Blood flowed down her arms and into her hands as power grew and collected.

"ABACABB! ...GOURANGA! ...IDCLIP!"

You know, come to think of it, at least this wasn't a spider made of ****** LAVA who turned into a spider made of Unobtanium which changed into a spider made out of ****** diamond katanas. If anyone was watching, which they probably weren't, they'd see a bit of a grin on her face.

This was gonna hurt. She'd be out of juice after this for a while. But goddamnit, there was gonna be some very dead ******** robots, and that spider wasn't gonna come out unscathed either. She drew deep within herself, and FOCUSED on the merger of her powers though blood, they key to it all.

And then some a*****e shows up and starts using WORDS.

Quote: "Greetings, fighters of-"

"...XYZZY! ...UUDDLRLRBASS! ...AYBABTU!"

The robots, trying as they were to beat Rhoslyn into submission, did not stop her from her chanting. Or from the bleeding. Most importantly, they were helpless to stop the ball of dark, cold, black flames growing in front of Rhoslyn, shining and glowing with arcane power, sparkling with ancient fey magic, and the cold certainty of death.

They most certainly did do a great job of beating the s**t out of her, though. As bruises began to pile up and Rhoslyn's chanting grew louder, two robots grabbed her around the shoulder and started to jetpack up, dragging the very determined fey into the sky as she finished her spell.

"AGGRO!"

The roughly softball-sized orb of negative energy, sidhe blood magic, and flames compressed itself indescribably. One second, it was there, sucking in ambient light and killing every last microbe around it. The next second, it was... gone.

A dramatic pause ensued, in which we break from the impending doom and take a look at our sparkly, large-breasted protagonist. She flew awkwardly through the air, ankles skimming the ground, head slumped with her eyes closed as she breathed heavily and poorly. It was pretty clear that she had taken a beating from the visible bruises on her body and just the sound of her breathing alone, and was spending the dregs of her power on "remain awake". It'd be a while before she could magic again. Still, it was worth noting that without her controlling her glamour, she was quite SHINY indeed.

Meanwhile, back on the ground, the point of random death in the air EXPLODED. A ring of black flames arced from the exact center of the magic, striking the robots in more or less the midsection. While it did not seem to do much damage at first, the rapid pitting, sparking, and rusting that began to strike almost instantly that they'd fall into two pieces on their own as soon as they tried to use that jetpack. The rest of the flames would eventually make their way to a spot of metal on the ground, and eat their way through it to produce twisted scraps of rust and fail.*

Still didn't help her, but Rhoslyn still weighed every pound that her muscles and boobs implied, and without more reinforcements to get her going, her team would probably have time to knock out a few more, pick up the more-or-less out-of-commission amazon!Rhos, and ******** to that shuttle.

Probably.

[Posts remaining without magic use: 3.5]

[*For justification, I refers to a conversation regarding a possible striker, in which more or less this same use of her powers was discussed - big, down the road cuts, chanting, increased damage, and then dealing with blood loss and power loss for a while. The only change was from "cold" to "death" and the duration of unpoweredness would be longer. Also, NPC's die more easily.]

Kain was already on the move, on his feet and dashing towards the flighting Rhos. He gritted his teeth and prepared himself for the hot flash of pain he'd feel as his wings tore themselves from his back, his arms outstretched and clutched the belt of his teammate, being carried off as he/she was.

The Devil may have accidentally pants Rhos in the midst of grabbing hold of one drones, but a little content like that shouldn't be excluded....maybe.....kinda.....probably best not to think about it. Kain was unarmed still not without options, his added weight brought the two drones lower than anticipated, forcing them to struggle more. The turbines on the jet packs blasted with ferocity, urging upon Kain's pants that were promptly stripped away. He took the drone he was riding on by the back of the 'neck' and tore out its 'spine'. His hand slicing against the tough metal from the force he had to use, but it payed off.

The drone collapsed to dead weight throwing the remaining drone off balance and into the tail of the chopper, it's elbow was badly damaged and the metallic hand would fall limp. Both Kain and Rhos would fall to the soft sands below, luckily not much air time was reached before the devilish intervention. But, now it was up to him to drag the girl back to the ship.

Canaan Wrote:

"YASUO, OPEN FIRE ON THE FIRST THING THAT GETS BETWEEN US AND THAT TRANSPORT!"

Good man, Canaan. Now..

Kain forced himself to his feet in a flash, faltering from the loss of energy that he was not prepared for. But, hooking his own arm under Rhos' they were going to get back to the 'copter.

"URRGGGGHHNNN--Better help me, Rhos..."

The tremors weren't ignored by the infernal, but it wasn't what he would've anticipated, he was focused already on keeping his teammates here. The fact of all the events was lost on him, still catching the remnants of spicy gases. That is, until he turned himself around on the crawl/run/falter/dash/slip back to the transport.

....

Rhoslyn couldn't really do all that much. She took Kain's arm and sorta... halfway drunk-staggered along with him. And as he spoke, she tried to nod and more or less just hung her head for a few seconds, kinda plodding along. Damn this zone... my head HURTS... Every step hurt worse than the last one. It... probably was not a good idea for a being of magic to pay such a heavy blood sacrifice and discharge just about all of their total power in one blast when they were in a draining power zone. Walk, walk... Whuzzat? Why'm I fallin?

Quote: Kain would find something slamming into him. Something very heavy moving very fast! One of the Ensign’s wingmen descended from the sky with a dropkick in attempts to interrupt his daring rescue.

Naturally, when one gets kicked, while holding up another person, there is a general loss of balance that occurs. So, she found herself falling, only -

Quote: A split second later, The Ensign swooped in with his attempt to snatch up Rhosyln like a hawk grasping its prey.

“YOINK!” he yelled while going in for the NINJA LOOT! The sudden influx in weight would slow his ascent; however, it was only a temporary inconvenience as he was soon assisted by another of the drones.

What a charming young gentleman, to come in and sweep her off her feet like that! She turned and marveled at the pretty landscape, and especially the giant spider and random explosions and s**t. It was almost... romantic. It just lacked alcohol, more alcohol, bacon, more explosions, and some gunfire... and no sunrise or sunset.

"What's a boy like you doing in a place like this?" Only, it came out more like, "Whassaboooi like yew doin' hurr?" and sounded more confused than seductive. As usual, when in a situation she did not immediately understand, the solution was always sex or killing. Since sex was more fun, the solution was frequently the former. This was true for Sidhe in general.

Anyway, not weak and tired enough to notice the general sense of "impending doom", Rhoslyn did her level best to cuddle the Ensign, or at least be holding onto him as hard as possible. It was kinda... hard to use your hands properly when you had, y'know, sliced your arm open more or less to the bone. Speaking of her hands, they were more or less DEATHGRIPPED onto her s**t, regardless of what actually happens when someone cuts themselves like that. Rhoslyn had no idea of this, mostly busy focusing on "don't die" and "get laid".

Fate had once again smiled upon the stalwart warriors of Shattered Steel, Rhosyln excluded. Faced with a blast that should have guaranteed Jormangandr a free ride to the finals, they endured. One might ask how mere “men” could walk away with such weaponry being brought against them. The answer lay in the details. The Ensign had called upon the Victory to let loose its wrath upon the Pit itself, and not its outlying areas. The coordinates relayed to the ships gunnery team were very precise, and you don’t carry the name “Victory” by being inaccurate.

The blast rained down, exploring the forbidden depths of the Pit itself! This was bad news for the beast-spider and her young, but extremely good news for Shattered Steel! What they experienced were the watered down after-affects of the explosion that occurred several feet beneath them. That’s not to say the shockwave was nothing to be disregarded, luck still played one hell of a part!

Code: Searching...

As dust began to clear, a lone object floated along.

Code: Searching... =(

Yes, the orb had somehow survived the blast, and it was projecting a sad-face emoticon. The robot seemed to be concerned. Had the poor bastards it was sent to guide actually been annihilated? Would Shattered Steel go down in HoH history as the first team ever to be eliminated before the elimination round even began!?

Code: !

Life! They’d leave no such legacy!

The orb approached to location of Canaan and Kain, still projecting its bright red exclamation point.

It had a message for them:

Heaven or Hell 2010

ELIMINATION BATTLE! PHASE 1:

“WELCOME!”

Objective: BOARD THE CIS VICTORY!

Time limit: 3 posts.

Situation: The Ensign has made off with your teammate! Are you a BAD ENOUGH DUDE to go and save her?????????!

Perils: Unknown…

Ready?

GO!

This party was just getting started!

But their only means of transportation lay partially buried and useless! It had been proven that at least one of them could fly, but were they willing to waste time flying for 5 or so miles to reach the ship which now dominated the scenery?

Fortunately for Shattered Steel, they’d receive help from above! Angels broke out into chorus as a focused ray of sunlight shined from the heavens, highlighting another shuttle falling a couple hundred feet away! The long furrow carved into the ground behind it gave a pretty good hint as to how it got there. These bastards didn’t know just how lucky they were! Back during the massive blast, the aftershock startled the shuttle’s pilot and caused him to choke on the gum he was chewing. He blacked out, and lost control, and crash landed. The shuttles were extremely durable, so it was still sky worthy, the only problem being that its landing skies no longer extended.

The robotic orb proved its own brand of encouragement.

Code: -> GO! ->

Now, what of Rhosyln and the Ensign?

Rhoslyn Vernal Wrote:

"Whassaboooi like yew doin' hurr?"

Even if he had a desire to listen to the woman, he couldn’t hear her. Not with the loud roaring of his jet-pack and the buzzing of the huge-a** beam descending on their location. The Ensign landed in the open hatch of the shuttle, shutting off his jet-pack and leaving his wounded cargo in care of the other combat drones. At the moment the shuttle’s initial group of 10 had thinned to 4. The others were either destroyed in the initial conflict, boarded another shuttle, or simply wouldn’t make it out in time.

“Lieutenant! MAKE THIS b***h FLY!” He shouted, bursting into the cockpit of the aircraft.

“YES SIR!”

The shuttle took the lead, its rear hatch slamming shut as it throttled up. When the beam struck, increased turbulence just about shoot the thing apart!

“Sir… 3rd squad seems to be having difficulty.”

“What?” The Ensign glanced out the window just in time to see one of the shuttles break formation and dart towards the ground.

“It’s too late to do anything for him, just keep flying!”

The trip back to the Victory wasn’t a long one, taking little over a minute given their speed. The shuttles flew in through one of the massive pylons flanking the carrier. Its foremost section was currently split in two and retracted, revealing a multi-decked hangar area. Combat Drones, mechanics, and other assorted crew awaited the Ensign’s arrival. The expression on many of their faces read: “What the hell happened out there?” At least, that was the case of the organic crew.

As far as they knew, three shuttles and 30 combat drones departed to the ground and only 2 ships with about a third of the bots returning. On top of that, the Ensign had brought back souvenir! A pantsless woman at that! Either they had just retrieved a very important hostage, or The Commander had made one hell of a booty call. When you’ve worked under the man for so long, you just didn’t know.

The Ensign let out an annoyed sigh as he exited the shuttle through the rear hatch, the four Combat Drones following behind with their prisoner in tow. Maybe she’d come along quietly, maybe she’d kick up a ruckus. At this point it didn’t matter, Rhosyln would be faced with insurmountable odds now that she was in the hornet’s next.

She’d have to depend on her teammates for now.

Note: Okay guys, you have 3 posts (each, or barring that, 9 posts total) to get your asses from the ground and onto that hangar! I'll post crap when needed, but don't wait on me unless you have a concern. In general, expect little resistance until you get really close to the open bay. At that point, you can expect a not so warm welcome ![smilies/icon_wink.gif.]

Kain's face buried into the sand, his shoulder thumping hard into the dustbowl before his fall. He felt the muscles strain at the sudden impact and he was thankful that the was a much more comforting ground to catch him than concrete. Too bad that while he felt more sand chaff down his pants his grip on Rhos was lost, torn from him by the BACKATTACK.

First intention was to turn around and dash after the b*****d but another tugging on his arm forced him into a different direction, the Devil' s fist was coming around to meet the new assailant but was halted when he realised that the blue haired hombre was a familiar face.

"Canaan--WHAT THE HELL!?" The two hadn't spoken much, though, it should have gone without saying, never get between a Devil and his mark. Protest was quick coming to the rescuer, but the point Canaan would have made was already done.

Dust filled up into his nostrils and grit his hair some more, the two barely able to get to shelter when the blast hit. His captain seemed to take a nasty hit, but for the infernal, his wings acted as a much more reasonable 'duck-and-cover' shield'; most of the force blowing over the man in a shower of stone.

This is ridiculous.

Give me a break...

Kain shook himself of the loose dirt that covered him, it was a surprise that there existed a man amongst the filth. It hardly did a proper job, simply shaking loose but it was all that he was going to get. They needed to get Rhos back ASAP.

Quote:

"Toss me!"

"You got it, 'mate"

Canaan wouldn't get a chance here, Kain grabbed the ninja but the scruff, whirling the man around and aiming to trip him to the ground. Grabbing at his ankles the Devil would start turning on the spot clockwise--

Quote: Adrenaline Rush - When in battle a rush of blood and energy is sent to the parts of his body that is in need of added power. This quality is mostly used as an increase of energy for Kain, giving him the ability to heighten his endurance in an area of his body, increased half of his muscle strength, includes speed, for a turn. Muscle fatigue follows to the formerly enhanced area, also for turn.

One.

Two.

THREE!

"RAAAAAGH!"

And like a shot-put he'd launch Yasuo after his mark.

Kain'd reel around for another turnabout, his arms pumped and jacked up from the increased surge of adrenaline. This time he'd be the one snatching Canaan up, to his feet, at least. The Devil would be quickly following the shinobi, taking flight with his own two wings, churning his own gust of sand as he took flight. Upward and onward.

1/3

Supreme Jerk Commander Wrote:

Either they had just retrieved a very important hostage, or The Commander had made one hell of a booty call. When you’ve worked under the man for so long, you just didn’t know.

The Ensign let out an annoyed sigh as he exited the shuttle through the rear hatch, the four Combat Drones following behind with their prisoner in tow. Maybe she’d come along quietly, maybe she’d kick up a ruckus. At this point it didn’t matter, Rhosyln would be faced with insurmountable odds now that she was in the hornet’s next.

She’d have to depend on her teammates for now.

No ruckus, the fey was still confused, vaguely trusting of the quiet, romantic jetpack guy, and had not somehow magically recovered from a few dozen hard punches, nearly being blown up, nearly blowing herself up, and the whole "bleeding a lot" thing. So, assuming that the Ensign was trying to take her out on a date, the fey giggled and bled as she kinda-walked, kinda-dragged onward and inward.

Rhoslyn went along quite cheerfully, giving big, goofy smiles to just about everyone and everything. People, random electronics, even one very confused-feeling ant. Giving the assorted drones another sparkly and toothy grin, the fey tilted her head sideways and stared at the knives sticking out of her arms. Yeah... you know, this probably qualified as a medical emergency. Hee... emergency rhymed with...

She giggled, then stumbled a bit, stars dancing across her vision as she took another few deep, slightly rattling gasps. Her stomach churned acid and her chest hurt. So did her back, for some odd reason, like she'd managed to burn it. Yes, the tear gas blisters.

"Guuuuuuuuuyyyyyys. Guys. Waaiiit." Maybe they would, maybe not. Either way, someone up ahead caught the look on Rhos's face, and suddenly had a very bad feeling that he would need to get his uniform cleaned. "Imma be sick now!"

And then she was. The guy's boots were covered in all manner of bad, and after a few seconds of standing there/being dragged along by vomit-covered robots, idly brought up her right arm, tried and failed to wipe her face clean, and poked herself in the cheek with the knife point due to angles.

"Aaaaaaaallll better!" she announced to nobody in particular, smiling at a particularly bright light. So the man wasn't all that talkative, but he sure did have a cool house and she was that kind of girl.

Mmh... she tried again to wipe her face clean, and more or less got the job done with her numb, coldish hand. Even through the haze of pain and blood loss, she could feel the steady, cool trickle of her power flowing out from her soul into her physical body, filling her reserves back up. Knotting her red eyebrows together, she tried to focus on her Hand and get it to seal her wounds.

Her fingers sparkled a little. Blood dripped from her wounds. Nope, still too hazy to reach it. She wasn't far enough gone to not realize that this was something serious, but given the whole layers of pain on pain and feeling sick and confused and strangely horny, she wasn't surprised. Now...

What was she doing? Ah, ********, Jetpack was doing the thinking for her. She kept moving forward under a combination of her own power and the robot's steady advancing... mostly the robots, since she was holding onto them for dear life now.

"Mmmmgh..." She thought out her words carefully, eyes narrowing a bit in concentration. "No infermeme. Steaaaaaaak. Joooze. Time. An'... an'..." Blast it, what were the words? It really wasn't cool, her having to thinky for talky. Blinking a few times, she un-squinted her eyes and grinned again, not noticing that she was shaking a little. "If y'all keep... urgh. Doan keep meee outta magic. 'f ya worry, then jes' poinagun amme."

So... this guy wasn't trying to be romantic. Rhoslyn breathed a few times, still sounding like something was stuck in her throat.

"An' I hates mosta the everyones here. Th' sllewshuns boozy, jes say "fukken Gaai-a" threeerfour times an' haves a shots tilliz aaaaaaaaaaallll gravy!"

A giggle. Still, he seemed to be the Chief Flunkie to the Boss Man. And, unlike these robots, he talked! Maybe he knew where they all were, flunkies tended to know these things. Or who this BOSS was. God, she hoped there wasn't a BOSSFIGHT.

"Ssshho yer th' cute toppy lil gofer, ain'tcha?" Another giggle. "An' yer boshadick? Whya gotta werk foreeem, then? An' where army?"

If he was talking, she'd try and keep him talking. And maybe get in his pants. Nah... you don't ******** flunkies, it's bad for morale. Still, any port in a storm, and he did rescue her, so he did have certain rights...

Her thought process would show by her gaze, bouncing back and forth between the Ensign's face, his chest, and his legs. Mostly, the chest and legs, like he was a prime piece of steak ready to be eaten with butter and potatoes and a nice glass of wine. Yeah, she was in serious need of some fuel to staunch the bloodflow and to use her Hand to seriously bring her blood levels back up. Obviously, there would not be a full recovery, but given enough time, sugar, and protein, she'd at least manage to not be so dizzy/ditzy.

Kain would be ascending from beneath the aircraft, not wanting to be caught in the planes jet force. The cargo doors were a welcomed sight for the tiring Devil, the lands below made his legs feel like jelly, the surge of adrenaline in his arms adding to the fatigue in his limbs. He ushered himself up the ramp and tumbled into his welcoming committee.

Bastards just keep coming out of nowhere...errgggh

In a heap he lay with two lightly armed drones, wanting to quickly evict the vagrant flier. Reaching for their weapons around the bulk of the man, they found trouble grasping their tools. Errant shots were executing the parachutes under the seats.....so much for them. Yay for wings.

Kain laid on a limpy elbow PAUNCH to the drone on his lefts main camera, shattering it and causing the thing to roll about looking for a new visual angle. The other drone was grasping into his right shoulder with incredible force that made the infernal grunt against its rough hold, his right hand came to the metallic wrist in attempt to free himself from the hold but there was no use.

--PEW.....pew PEW

Turned out that drone number one found its weapon and met a nifty mark; its shoulder digging partner's DOME. The blind drone fired more shots, scarring the seats above the parachute bags, small fires started to break out from the scorches.

"...you dirty mother'...." Kain's tail thrust itself into the drones abdomen, erupting a burst of sparks and smell of electrical fire. It twitched about until the power slowly ebbed away from its core and left a shell for Kain to bed on. He let go of his tensed muscles and took a couple rejuvenating breaths.

In and out of planes. Ridiculous. At least it was Yasuo in charge up front now, hopefully Canaan was well on his way, they'd need everyone to get their teammate back.

2/3

Rhoslyn Vernal Wrote:

"Mmmmgh..." She thought out her words carefully, eyes narrowing a bit in concentration. "No infermeme. Steaaaaaaak. Joooze. Time. An'... an'..." Blast it, what were the words? It really wasn't cool, her having to thinky for talky. Blinking a few times, she un-squinted her eyes and grinned again, not noticing that she was shaking a little. "If y'all keep... urgh. Doan keep meee outta magic. 'f ya worry, then jes' poinagun amme."

Rhoslyn’s comments elicited a raise of the Ensign’s brow. He still couldn’t figure out what the hell she was talking about. Was she saying the only medical attention she needed was food and drink? What’d she think this was, A dinner date? This wasn’t Avatar! The Ensign had no interest in getting a piece of alien tail. Oh no! Not after what happened last time.

Rhoslyn Vernal Wrote:

"An' I hates mosta the everyones here. Th' sllewshuns boozy, jes say "fukken Gaai-a" threeerfour times an' haves a shots tilliz aaaaaaaaaaallll gravy!"

“Whatever you say.”

All that blood loss must have been making her delirious.

Rhoslyn Vernal Wrote:

"Ssshho yer th' cute toppy lil gofer, ain'tcha?" Another giggle. "An' yer boshadick? Whya gotta werk foreeem, then? An' where army?"

“You’re aboard the CIS Victory, a starship. Don’t worry about the boss; you’ll be meeting him shortly.” The Ensign performed an about-face and continued on his path, still a bit ticked about his boots. At least he kept his gas mask on, so the smell of vomit wasn’t overwhelming. His 6-robot escort marched along behind him, dragging Rhosyln towards one of the elevator.

Meanwhile…

The observer bot floated alongside the shuttle currently being requisitioned by the rest of Shattered Steel. Its red eye pulsing as it watched their actions with great interest. Unfortunately, the robot wasn’t their only spectator. Captain Jeramiah shot up on his seat in the control tower. He had been tracking the 3 shuttles ever since they embarked on their mission. He also knew that only two of them returned as the third broke formation and went falling to what he assumed was its end before suddenly regaining control.

Earlier attempts to contact the shuttle had been met with chocking sounds and banging noises. So one could imagine the surprise of the Captain when he hailed the shuttle again, and got this:

The Crossed Fox Wrote:

"HAAAAHHH!!!!!"

Dragosani Kain Wrote:

--PEW.....pew PEW

“What in the hell!?”

Okay, if those sounds didn’t foretell a good old-fashioned hi-jacking, The Captain wasn’t sure what did!

"s**t, We’ve got incoming. CLOSE BAY DOOR A!" The man shouted into his com. "AND ARM THE FLAK LASERS!"

As Shattered Steel flew the shuttle closer to the Victory, they’d notice two things:

One, the massive doors revealing the hangars started to slide forward, slowly moving to reseal their only entrance.

Two, Lasers.

Here’s Hoping Yasuo kicked a** at Video Games because things were about to get a little bit hectic.

Cue: ACTION MUSIC!

Kain was no idiot, he had a brief understanding on who he was teamming up with; craazy broken mo'fo's unafraid of martyrdom. Buckling himself in, Kain made sure that hisself was secure enough to endure one mighty crash, at least, one that he presumed would wager itself into the ground he fled from. But, it would happen his security would be that from the docking ship they sought.

The immense forces that shot and pulled him to and fro in the buckled seat were intense, all threatenting whiplash but causing hm nothing less of extreme discomfort and masive chaffing against his voluminous wings that encompassed his mass. The Devil quickly revived from his secured state to venture forth into the 'hnager' Yasuo landed them into, it was time to find out where Rhos was taken. HoH, demanded that everyone be able, what would happen if she/he was lost?

By ********, not if I'm here and able.

He spared up a smoke and left the new wrekage to meet whatever resistance presented themselves. Nothing could stop him, rescure mission was NOW.

3/3

ON SHIP; SUCCESSFUL.

No less than 10 Combat Drones were taken out as the shuttle power-slid to a halt, scuffing up the deck and generally making a spectacle of itself. Countless pairs of eyes, both organic and machine focused upon the unexpected new arrivals. None of which carried more annoyance than those of the Ensign, who had by now reached the elevator at the far end of obscenely large area.

“How, unpleasant.” The Ensign spat. He wanted desperately to turn around and take care of the three intruders himself, but there was no way in hell he was going to leave his captive under the care the Combat Drones.

First, deliver the chick, then come back for some a** whooping.

-Shhhkt-

The Ensign gave a quick wave to the three members of Shattered Steel before he, and his convoy disappeared behind the closing elevator doors.

Going up.

As for Canaan, Kain, and Yasuo they’d find themselves confronted with an entirely new problem. At the hangar’s center was a square hole, a rather large one. Through that hole, rose a lift, a platform used for carrying equipment, vehicles, and weaponry between all the decks of the hangar. Today, however, it carried a gift created especially for Shattered Steel:

An a**-whooping!

Its arrival was announced with the hissing of hydraulics and the grinding of metal against metal. The lift locked into place, letting loose it’s contingent of 35 Combat Drones! As one, they rushed towards Shattered Steel, armed with extra large mechanical tools (wrenches, hammers, circular saws, etc) in addition to their own blades and wrist lasers! If Shattered Steel wanted to even entertain the thought of following the Ensign, they’d first have to fight their way through the angry mob forged of metal and hate! But wait, there’s more! Mixed amongst the typical cast of silvery drones, were 5 who carried a bluish tinge. Shattered Steel would quickly realize that these guys weren’t the ordinary grunt-bots that they have been smashing thus far. These bad-boys were considerably stronger and a bit more armored.

Code: ! NEW OBJECTIVE!

That damned floating helper-bot had made its way onto the ship as well!

Heaven or Hell 2010

ELIMINATION BATTLE! PHASE 2:

“All aboard the SS Assbeat!”

Objective: MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE UPPER DECKS!

Time limit: 4 posts (2 to reach the lift, 2 while actually on it).

Situation: Smash your way to the lift, then take it to the upper decks!

Perils: Surprise! MORE combat drones who not only appear on this deck, but seem to rain down from the upper-levels as you ride the lift! Though this time, they’re slightly different from the typical cast, some of them have giant wrenches, hammers, saws, and even blow torches! More importantly, there are some upgraded models who are considerably tougher than normal. Oh, and keep your eyes peeled for surprises while on the lift!

Ready?

GO!

At first glance, Shattered Steel seemed to be faced with the most insurmountable of tasks. However, they’d have a couple things going for them:

One, the power draining effects of the Dead Plains no longer applied on the Victory.

Two, when they crash landed, one of the drones they ran into was sent flying into a ambiguous, unmarked crate, shattering it to splinters! Its contents consisted of a single plastic bottle of blue liquid that went rolling along the deck quite a ways before coming to a stop in front of one of Shattered Steel’s members.

Why there was only one bottle in that entire crate was not important. What mattered was they had just scored themselves a free POWER UP!

Effects: Free usage of powers/special abilities for 2 posts without regard to power up times, energy requirements, and other limiting factors. After the two posts are up, you feel replenished and suffer no downtime from your abilities (as if you didn’t use them at all)! You can split it in half if you want (both of you only have 1 post of the effect), but you need at least 16oz of the stuff to gain any benefit from it! Otherwise it’ll do little more than quench your thirst. (This is clearly marked on the bottle… as a warning!)

[Note: TIME FOR ROUND 2! Same deal, 4 posts each (or 12 total if you don’t want to go in order). Get to the lift, and ride it up to the topmost deck, where I will post the situation once there. Don’t wait on me, I’ll post situation reports when needed. GO!]

Edit: Dammit, forgot ACTION MUSIC!

As the other two kicked out the side door in the back, Yasuo would sit back in the chair and relax for a moment. He'd done his part, now it was time for them to shine. While they went about their business, the shinobi would look out the cracked side window at where that damn Ensign was taking Rhoslyn. It appeared as if he were waving down at the Shattered Steel Members, not cool by the shinobi's standards. However, as said, he needed to rest, and the other two in the back would handle it.

Meanwhile, Yasuo would look to see what controls were still intact. Everything seemed to be broken, except for another button that said "Smoke". Huh, interesting. Could this be the alternative to the tear gas?

POOF!!!

Guess not.

The good wing let off a trail of smoke, or what would be a trail if it were moving. That probably wasn't the best of things to do, but not that he had the time, exploration of this technology took over with his curiosity in mind.

1/4

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Energy Revitalizing

Kain was quick to unstrap himself and was behind Canaan as the man charged balls out. The Devil shook his head in disbelief that the dude would waste so much time for a drink break, wasn't enough time for that. The Devil found himself weaponless against the impeding horde of steel, figuring it'd be better to arm himself than just rage through the mass.

Canaan was being a good distraction for him while he ducked back into the shuttle, grabbing the leg of a downed drone and dragging it back out. Two of the hangar drones were rushing the open door but Kain was ready to meet the bastards with a boot. Planted against the mechanical grunts chest and shoved backwards into the other, both fell to the ground with a trampling Devil close by. His heel came down once or twice to their heads, ceasing their movements.

The onslaught would continue as another drone reeled its arm back for a vicious overhead blow with an energy blade, presumably for cutting steel, not so fancy a thing the infernal would want hitting his ol'noodle. The dragged drone in his right and left hands came around, tripping the attacking thing causing it to land on its blade, severing the same attacking arm. In the same movement Kain brought his drone around and overhead for a downward smash to settle the blade user.

By now four had surrounded him, bringing him to rethink his slow progress.

Come on, stop pissing around!

"RAAAGH!"

With an ascending backswing he knocked the two of the four on their asses, one successfully evaded and the last was broken to pieces when he brought down his drone-bat on it's neck. Problem was that it ruined his bat and he was left with two stubby legs.

Five more were closing in, his freedom of movement getting smaller. The situation seemed dire for the Devil, especially when a transport electrical conduit came crashing down on his back.

"Urgh.."

They're coming from everywhere....hard to keep up..

"Pwuh!" A metallic fist met his mouth, blood and spit sloshing together, flavouring his smoke stained breath. Shoved the sucker puncher backwards, receding the advancers for space and time. Time to get his strength back from the effects of the land below.

1/4

After a short little rest in the cockpit, Yasuo felt that he was ready to face the music with the rest of his team. He didn't want to leave them out there too long, after all.

The shinobi followed in the footsteps of his Dragoon and Devil friends, out the door and balls out ferocious. It seemed they were handling things quite well, except for the fact that they had focused on nearly all of the lesser bots. This left Yasuo with an unfortunate situation right now - Five Silver bots, two glowing ones, and a single shinobi left to face them all. s**t was gonna get fun in here.

Cracking his knuckles one by one, he'd speak to the bots as if they were sentient beings. "Who's first?" He questioned, and who would've guessed that one of the Silvers would jump up first. This wouldn't be too hard.

Yasuo drew out his blade from his back as the bot came in with a big a** wrench. It swung,

CLANG!

The shinobi blocked the large metallic club with the fluid movement of his hand, his left supporting the blades form on its flat edge. Gritting his teeth some, he would then send his right foot into the robots chest. The iron cruneched inwards, and an electrical short circuiting sound echoed from within the things form. It wasn't down, but it was damaged, and with this newfound opening the shinobi did not waste any time.

"HYA!" A quick cross slash for the things neck with dig his blades edge halfway through the head, severing whatever command connections that were controlling the thing it seemed. The metal husk fell to the ground, with the next bot (carrying a torch, no less) came in with a sneaky intent. Its metal feet clanged against the ships floor, giving away whatever element of surprise the thing had thought it held. Powering up, Yasuo would turn and KICK the thing in the side, his chakra exploding outwards against the chassis and crushing it inwards completely. It dropped with no reaction either. The other two darted off towards his teammates, leaving Big Louie here with Yasuo to take care of the job. A metallic fist came and struck the ninja right in the chest, launching him back into a slide.

"-cough- Damn, that thing hits hard. I gotta take it up a notch, I guess."

A wise thought, in this situation at least. Dropping his blade, Yasuo would allow his fists to do the taling from now on. The glowing metal man roared with an oddly human sound. Weord. However, it was nothing intimidating to this shinobi - he'd fought MONSTERS before this thing.

The soldier came forward, punching through the air in an attempt to knock the shinobi back once more. Yasuo juked to the side, stepping out and then back into the bots striking box. His right hand, now curled into a fist, came up and caught the thing in the chest. It dented inwards some, but it wasn't enough to knock the thing down, only interrupt its actions. Another soaring fist came from the left, striking into the right side of the things chassis. It swung down and swiped the ninja to the side of it in a half-successful brush off, but it wasn't enough to get him out of range.

Yasuo hopped onto the things back, wrapping his arms around it and giving it another good smash in the back. He yelled,

"You're not gonna get in MY WAY big man!"

Before another blow came soaring over the top of his head, into the crown of the metal soldiers. One of its LED lit eyes came popping out, and the form slowly lowered onto the ground. This super soldier had managed to rough the shinobi up pretty good again, but now that he had his strength again, there wasn't much in this ship that could stop him now.

Surely the other two had managed to clear away the sizable army of droids, because whether they had or not, they'd be meeting Yasuo over at the elevator (which he had just ran too shortly after taking down the IRON GIANT, and grabbing his weapon of course). Along the way, Yasuo managed to weave in between the three bots trailing behind his injured comrade, and he took the time to practically carry the guy to the elevator with him. They had no idea what this Commander planned to do with Rhos, and there was no way Yasuo would waste any time getting up there.

"Come on," he spoke to his Captain. "You're not out of this yet."

Pressing two buttons, the shinobi would prep the elevator for lift-off as soon as Kain got on the tram. Maybe he'd be able to take care of the three trail-bots as well.

2/4 (On Elevator)

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3 strikes =/= 3 uses =/= 3 Bars

"Thanks for the save..."

Taking a look around, Canaan noticed that there was an immediate difference between him and his teammates. They weren't all messed up, Kain had a few cuts and burns, Yasuo some bruises - but HE was the one that looked the worst. His left arm hung limp at his side, a laceration ran from his right cheek to his nose, the small of his back had been smacked with a piece of pipe and his upper back bled profusely from a stab wound.

All in all, it seemed like Canaan had become the resident meat shield. Either his tactics and experience made him more prone to these injuries or some god thought it funny to ******** him over as much as humanly possible when his team really needed him.

"You know... guys... I really want to die."

Pain happened to be as abundant right now as the bleeding. Not good. whatever battle followed the elevator ride, Canaan wasn't going to play a very big part in it. It was up to Yasuo and Kain to save Rhos now.

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