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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Apr 17, 2013 1:48:28 GMT -5
Pushing, shoving and ducking under out stretched arms of those all around her, S97 made her way through the crowd. She ignored L926-1's plead as she fought to get to H865 and G367. As she got closer, she noticed S-616 was also there trying to help. But what shocked S97 the most was that S-616 had his blades out.
Many slaves had equipment built into them by the Quintessons. Drills, buzzsaws and blades. But the law stated that any slave who used their tools as weapons would face death. S97 watched as one of the guards that S-616 faced pulled out a short metallic tube. The guard pressed a button on it that sent out a powerful red bolt of energy. S-616 was stunned on the spot as his body was engulfed in red electricity. Close to stasis lock, S-616's body fell to the ground.
"No!" Yelled S97. "Hurry L926-1, they're going to kill S-616!" S97 ran faster then she had before towards S-616. She watched as one of the guards pulled out his battle axe and raised it above his head to strike S-616. With all her might, S97 tackled the guard and managed to bring him down, saving the hurt S-616.
As H865 fought the guards, he found himself getting weaker against the numbers he faced. His strength was great but not against a horde of Quintesson bailiffs. For each time he struck a guard, another who strike him back and with their weapons. H865 felt himself failing to the might of his attackers. With one last desperate attempt to make a difference, H865 grabbed one of the guards by the arm and pulled him off his feet. He swung the guard around and cleared all who surrounded him with a might show of strength, that had finally ran out.
He looked up and saw his loyal friend and comrade G367 in trouble. H865 ran to his aid. "Heed G367! Help is at hand!"
"No G367! Save yourself, I am not worth the risk!"
H865 came up to G367 who was being man-handled by two Qunitesson guards. H865 struck them both away and grabbed G367 by the young mech's arm. But as he did so, a Quintesson bailiff came in from behind. Armed with a spear, the guard drove the spear in to H865's side torso. The massive slave yelled in pain. But before he fell victim to the attack he managed to push G367 away from him and the guards. G865 began to groan as shock wave of electricity invaded his body bringing him down to rest on the ground.
The crowd was still wild and running around out of total control. The stun clubs the guards carried weren't enough to get the slaves under control. Soon the guards began to bring out the heavy projectile weapons. The next thing heard along with the panicked voices were the shots of radiation guns being fired. Slaves were now being burned to death while others were electrocuted by any Quintesson bailiff who was armed with an electricity gun.
Up above, Judge Heirodyus smiled to him as he grew more and more satisfied by the second. Then another image besides the violence that he was enjoying caught his attention. It was the holographic image of General Ghyrik. "Judge Heirodyus. I have been informed that the slaves in your arena pit are rioting. Do you require military assistance?"
"Oh no my good General," Assured Heirodyus. "It is merely a small commotion hardly worth your time"
General Ghynik hated the Quintesson Judges, especially Heirodyus. He knew that the Judge was merely using the slaves for his sick and twisted form of entertainment. It was a waste of resources, time and energy. And of guards if any were too stupid to stop a few rebellious slaves. Still the General had to obey. "Very well. But do inform me if it gets out of control. You will be able to regain control on your own, correct?"
Heirodyus laughed. "Why yes of course General Ghyrik. After all you are in charge of Cybertron's safe keep." Heirodyus ended the transmission and returned to watching and enjoying the mayhem he had helped create.
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Post by Hoist on Apr 17, 2013 8:54:45 GMT -5
With the intensity of the weapons being even more beefed up, L926-1 could only watch in horror as countless slaves were incinerated and burned to death, "We have to get those weapons of them if we've any chance of stopping them!", cried L926-1. What he was witnessing was now inhumane.
Without thinking he grabbed his hook/grapple out from his chest and begun unwinding the long metallic chain it was attached too. He wasn't even sure what he was going to do with it, let along use it as a weapon; but as the chain lengthened, he began spinning the chain (with hook/grapple) around like a lasso. He did this when he was about to scale large and tall areas for Energon deposits, get a good swing and you get a good grapple, and hopefully a good placement when it embeds into the side of a building or wall. These were no walls or buildings however, they were their masters, but he had no time to justify the action it was either them or their masters and he wasn't about to let any more slaves die a needless and senseless death. He had to get the weapons of them.. Still swinging the grapple round more vigorously, he threw it at one of the armed guards and their weapons, or else he would just hit the guard and get their attention and be dead within a few kliks..
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Apr 17, 2013 9:27:58 GMT -5
The hook and chain flew through the air and L-926-1 watched as it struck the face of one of the guards who held a electricity gun. The guard stumbled backwards as his weapon fired wildly about. The electric bolts then found its mark on another guard who carried a radiation gun. As the hit guard began to shake, his weapon began to smoke as sparks flew from it. Then in a burst of fire the radiation gun exploded, taking the guard with it.
The explosion caused the guards to become confused for a moment as they tried to figure out what had caused it. The ones who were standing by the entrances and exits to the battle arena lost focus, allowing the slaves to over whelm them. The panicked slaves were able to escape back in the camp.
G367 collected himself and tried to get to his feet. Being thrown by H865 allowed him to get away from the guards but the small mech was still hurt from all the fighting. He looked through the smoke caused by the guard and his weapon who had just erupted to see that H865 was being dragged away. He could tell that his friend was still alive but was badly damaged.
But then something caught his optics. He was sure what he was seeing at first. In the air, flying across the sky just over the arena appeared to be a robot but with wings. G367 watched in amazement as the mech soared over head, for it was impossible for a robot to fly in robot mode. And then as soon as it had appeared, the robot vanished behind one of the high standing structures of the slave camp.
Wasting no more time, G367 got up and began to look for H865. But he was now gone.
S97 wasn't having much luck with the guard she had tackled. She soon found herself over powered and stunned when a pair of guards struck her with their stun clubs. She was then dragged by her arm over to the edge of the fighting pit and thrown in. There she landed hard and then completely passed out. If she had remained awake she would of saw that H865 had also been thrown into the pit along with her and some other slaves.
As N33 fought his way through the last of the slaves, he came across G367 who seemed to be lost in a daze and wandering about. Also close by was S-616, who seemed hurt but still awake. To any slave left in the arena, they could see that some the guards were using their stun clubs subduing the slaves and dragging them to the slave pits while the guards with projectile weapons were out right killing anyone left.
G367 then seemed to notice N33. He staggered towards him and fell into his arms. "There... there collecting slaves for the next fight. H865 could still be alive... he....." G367 then passed out.
The last of the slaves were making their way out of the arena running over the now dead or unconscious guards. The exits were now beginning to seal up as the massive doors were finally activated and were moving slowing to close up. The opportunity for escape was growing thinner by the second.
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Post by Onix Solo on Apr 17, 2013 11:17:48 GMT -5
"It would seem I've been limited to bludgeoning in the stands, or dieing in the pit today", T-474 had found himself stuck behind an ever advancing crowd of slaves who were being backed into the area he currently occupied. He wasn't a large mech, and his opportunity to make it out of the overwhelming crowd grew smaller each nanoclick. He had one advantage though, he was far more versatile than most slaves,"you have to be in the tunnels, or else you get devoured by a cyber-worm first day on the job."
T-474 shot his grappling hook up at the ceiling above, and with a magnetic clang that would have been audible had it not been for the sound of radiation blasters, it attached itself. The reel kicking in, he shot up into the air and out of the crowd, but about half way up, he disengaged the magnetic hook, sailed over the crowd, behind some guards and rolled to the ground, landing crouched on one knee.
He saw N33, "Brainy type, who'd be some sort of scientist or intellectual if such a thing were possible if not for being enslaved," It had been mere nanoclicks since he cleared the crowd, and now he was up in full sprint, ducking the occasional stun-club with a natural agility the guards lacked, "and I'd like nothing more to have a chance to work beside such a mech, if fate ever allows us more than servitude."
T-474 found his way to N33, and grabbed G367, hefting him up.
"Grab him, we have no time to waste or else we will be tossed in the pit like the rest of them and then there really is no escape."
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Post by Hoist on Apr 17, 2013 15:00:39 GMT -5
Looking round, L-926-1 had lost sight of S97 in the confusion of the explosions, cursing himself as the arena had begun to clear out quite considerably now after the initial panic. The massive doors of the arena were closing in around them, and there was only one option left - escape or die. Gathering up his grapple/hook, he begun swinging the tool around again as he look for higher ground, spotting an important looking balcony, he swung hard and true towards it. Eons of doing this job had made his aim both well judged and executed, with a tug on the metallic line - testing the strength he activated a button on his torso and the line recoiled back into his body send him scuffing along the arena floor then flying up to the balcony. When he reached the top he grabbed the side of the box area, discovering it was some sort of VIP area, with huge throne like chairs, most like for the chief judge or those of great importance among their masters. L-926-1 Threw himself over the top of the balcony and put the last of his grapple away before sneaking out through the back and looking for a way out..
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Apr 17, 2013 15:14:00 GMT -5
N33 watched in desperation as the young bot he'd seen from across the arena appeared in front of him, then proceeded to pass out, dropping at his feet. Unable to process what was going on, he searched desperately around for S-616 or the bot the sparkling had been trying to rescue, he focused for a moment, and his vision doubled, then tripled, then quadrupled as his extrasensory abilities kicked in. Usually used to pick out scraps of valuable metal in the Pits (or in his case, datapads and discarded art), it worked just as effectively as a tool to pick out figures in crowds; he saw the big mech being dragged away by the guards, as well as a young fembot he recognized as S97. To his utter surprise, T-474, a bot he knew well because he spent about as much time alone as N33 did, appear in front of him in a flurry of acrobatics and ropes. Before he knew what was happening, T-474 was scooping up the young bot and telling him to help him; that they needed to run. He saw S-616 stunned and falling, despite having fought valiantly against the guards, and was, for a moment torn between saving those he knew he could or staying and fighting; but even as he debated, he knew there was little he, a cerebral could do here. He scowled behind his visor and turned to T-474. "You're right of course, Ghyrik take you. I'll take his right." But as an afterthought, he pressed his hands, together, and with a roar and a crackle of energy, he sent a pulse of electromagnetic energy from the magnets in his wrists, pointing it in S-616's direction, hoping to pull him free of the guards and give him time to recuperate and escape. With that, he grabbed the sparkling under his right arm and Hoist ed him up, jerking his head to T-474 to indicate he should get him under the left, before making an effort to pull the unconscious youngster away from the carnage, towards the exit...
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Apr 17, 2013 15:51:17 GMT -5
As the four slaves made for the doors, Judge Heirodyus looked down at the whole area, inspecting all the damage and the dead. "Hmm, it would seem that I may have some explaining to do to Lord Kledji. Not a word of this to anyone!" Said Heirodyus to his guards who were close by. "And nothing must be said to..."
Just as he was about to say the name, the holographic transmitter came back on with the image of General Ghyrik taking form. "General Ghyrik. Twice in one day, how fortunate am I."
Ghyrik did not look happy. "Enough! I do not know what it is you've done, but I'm here now and I'm taking over the situation."
Heirodyus looked shocked and chose the appropriate face for it. "What? Your here in the gladiator arena? I informed you everything was taken care of."
Down below one level, General Ghyrik was making his way through the structure with an convoy of Alicon shock troopers. He walked with grim determination and purpose. No one got away with causing trouble of Cybertron while he was in charge of the planet's military forces. "Reports are coming in that slaves have taken down some of your guards. You are not in control of this situation, I am assuming command."
"You can't do that! I am a Judge and you must obey me!" Protested Heirodyus.
"Just watch me."
The transmission was cut off from the Generals end. Heirodyus was furious but he didn't let it take him too far off the edge. He looked over the edge of the balcony and eyed the four slaves making their way towards the doors. "Pray to what ever false Gods you believe in that Ghyrik finds you first and not me!"
Down below a level, L-926-1 was greeted by odd shaped corridors, doors leading to who knew where, locked windows and badly coloured walls. It was a maze to anyone who didn't know there way around. But some who did know their way around could be heard coming closer to L-926-1's position.
Rounding a corner came Ghyrik and his Alicons. One of the Alicons spotted L-926-1 and reported it immediately. Ghyrik stood strong and pointed at the slave. "There! Kill the slave!" The Alicons, armed with radiation guns and melee weapons began to move in for the kill.
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Post by Bomblast on Apr 17, 2013 17:24:47 GMT -5
S-616 hid his blades after being dragged away by N33. His audio receptors were still ringing as he helped T-474 with G367. S-616 looked back at the gladiatorial arena.
"It feels wrong leaving. A mech who saved me is now in that pit." He said quietly. "Is there nothing we can do? Even if we leave here, the guards will continue looking for us."
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Post by Onix Solo on Apr 17, 2013 18:12:25 GMT -5
T-474 Let S-616 take the weight of G367
"It is unfortunate, but we have no time. This situation grows worse, and more likely that they will send in stronger forces. Our chances as fugitives are better then they are now."
T-474 waved them to follow and he moved forward towards one of the exits. Instinct was driving him now, instinct to stay alive, "an instinct developed dodging death on a daily basis. We will escape underground, me and N33 can figure out how to disable these collars, and then the Quintessons and their Alicons will have to get past the hungry cyber-worms and arachnicons that creep down there. I know how to keep us alive."
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Post by Hoist on Apr 18, 2013 11:01:55 GMT -5
L-926-1 did the only thing he could - run. As he made his way through the winding, maze-like corridors he was constantly looking for alternative ways out. He was out numbered, and out gunned, and they looked tough. He was more concerned about their weapons however after already seeing their devastating power. All he could think about now was escaping, he could ponder the consequences later; and there were plenty of them. What would become of him now, a life on the run? There's no way he could return to the slaves camps - it would only be a matter of time before he would be recognised. L-926-1 shook his head, "No time to think of that now..", he thought to himself.
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Apr 18, 2013 14:33:03 GMT -5
Blasts of radiation flew over L-926-1's head, hitting the walls and ceiling, burning holes and striping material off and sending it flying in all directions. As the young slaves turned a corner he could see a large window ahead of him about 30 feet away. The buildings on the other side of the window meant the slaves camps would be just a few klicks away.
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Apr 18, 2013 16:15:21 GMT -5
N33 was relieved to S-616 was escaping with the small group which had been forming- and was glad he's been able to help. He was also glad of a stronger pair of hands than T-747's to carry the young waif they'd picked up, but was concerned that the youngster still hadn't woken up. He turned to his compatriots, a concerned expression on his face as they reached the exit to the stadium and began to hurry down a long tunnel. "Where do we do go? We need to get out of range for the collars, or as soon as we are confronted by anything bigger than a Bailiff, they're sure to activate them." He turned to S-616 and nodded down at their precious cargo. "Who is he? Do you know him?"
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Post by Onix Solo on Apr 18, 2013 16:43:53 GMT -5
T-474 moved forward a little ahead of the others, keeping a lookout for any trouble, and trusting his instincts to lead the way.
"Underground, N33. It's dangerous, but that is why it is the safest place for us now. There, we figure out how to disable these collars before they catch on to our disappearance, and the lack of our corpses. We probably have a day or two tops if I had to guess, depending on how out of hand things get."
He continued to lead down the hall, glancing into any side passages, and then motioning them forward. "More than likely, we will not see the next mega-cycle, but what is there to lose anymore?"
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Post by Bomblast on Apr 18, 2013 16:56:22 GMT -5
S-616 followed behind T-474, sharing the weight of G367 with N33.
"I know him, but not well. I know little of him other than his designation. G367." He whispered to N33.
As the small group made their way deeper into the tunnels, S-616 had a thought.
"If...When...We get these collars off, I should go on on my own. You three, with any luck, should be able to slip back into the camps. I won't. I drew a weapon on the bailiffs, they'll no doubt have a kill order for me by now. I'd only be putting you in danger by sticking around."
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Post by Onix Solo on Apr 18, 2013 17:10:37 GMT -5
T-474 looked back at S-616, "genuine, but naive sentiment. All our numbers will be called now."
"You may chose your fate as you see fit, but it will not change ours. There will be records of who was in attendance here, and all that were here today will be pursued and hunted, even if they didn't show up, they were still on the tally, and they will meet their end the same."
He turned and continues to lead ahead,
"You might reconsider leaving our company once you get a taste of subsurface life, lest it get a taste of you."
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