Post by Neo Calrissian on Aug 19, 2013 14:56:07 GMT -5
N33 labored to maintain his calm exterior, though his shackled hands were shaking behind his back. He barked up at Kledij, grinning wanly through his fear. "Kledij, you slimy piece of worm-ridden filth, you'll get no such pleasure from us! We die with honor!" He frowned, unsure, and turned to S-616. "...Right?"
L926-1 stammered where he stood on the uneven rising platform, the transformation of the arena having taken him by surprise. Now it was more like some kind of smelting pit. "You really believe that stuff?", replied the bot shooting a look at H865, "I wish I had your faith, it's all myth and fairy-tales to me... The sooner this is over with the better, a quick death with dignity!"
Cupping his hands around his mouth the bot answered the thread of termination at the hands of the merciless Quintessons."Your mistaken! This is your last chance! Free us or die with the rest of us!" As confident as he might have sounded a small fragment of his spark inside felt uneasy at the imposing Sharkticons now circling the small island platform they were on. It was feasting time, and they looked like they were hungry..
Post by Jazzman Crothers on Sept 2, 2013 23:50:09 GMT -5
Judge Heirodyus shook his head as the slaves in the middle of the Sharkticon pit yelled empty threats. General Ghyrik looked at him in disgust and wished he had the Quintesson Judge over the pit along with the slaves. The general then looked at Lord Kledji and announced. "My lord, have you reached a verdict?"
Lord Kledji, as loud as he could yelled. "Guilty!"
And with that the platform that the slaves stood on began to disappear. Reverting and transforming away, the metal floor that the slaves had stood on was no more and the slaves were now in the liquid. The Sharkticons didn't attack at first. Instead then began to speed up and circle their intended prey faster as their swimming speed increased. The slaves in the stadium watched in horror as one slave after another was ceased by the jaws of a Sharkticon, pulled away from the group and then torn apart, limb by limb and piece by piece.
The group of slaves in the liquid was reducing in size rapidly. In a matter of minutes it would be all over.
But then in occurred to everyone watching the execution that something strange that never happened before was going on. The liquid inside the pit was going down, getting lower with each passing second. The slaves in the pit noticed it too as the walls of the pit seem to grow upwards on their own. From their perspective it looked this way. Then before anyone could figure out how this could happen, the pit was drained of it's liquid. The slaves were no longer floating, they were back in their element and standing on their own two feet.
But all about them, the Sharkticon were still about. However, the Sharkticon were not on the attack. Instead they were fighting to get on their hind legs and go after the slaves. Much slower now but still just as deadly, some Sharkticons managed to form groups and chase after an unlucky slave who was either too slow to get away or wounded so badly they couldn't move fast enough to escape.
"Behold, Primus exists and he's on our side!" Proclaimed H865. "And now my friends, let us make our stand the best that we can."
The strong slave bot rushed the nearest Sharkticon. The beast leapt at H865 but the slave was too fast for the slow creature. With his might hands, H865 made them in to fists and began to bring them down on the beast. Avoiding the Sharkticon's teeth and it's claws, H865 hammered away at the skin of the monster, leaving dents and cracking its armour. H865 then smashed in the beast's optics, rendering the Sharkticon blind, allowing him to finish the job.
S97 turned to L926-1. "This is no fairytale L926-1, told we die as legends!" And with that S97 leapt into the fight. She jumped in between two Sharkticons and taunted each one. They both rushed to eat her but the femmech was too quick and leapt out of the way to safety as the two beast's collided with each other, causing serious damage to one another due to their bulk and size.
All along the bottom of the pit, Sharkticons were scrambling about, attacking slaves and trying to catch the wounded. Many slaves were still getting torn to pieces despite the best efforts of some, but the Sharkticon's numbers were getting low as well.
Lord Kledji looked on in horror. He had never seen this sort of thing before and was appalled that the slaves would dare to disrespect then Quintessons this way. The supreme Quintesson Judge then noticed something that disgusted him even more. The crowd was cheering the slaves in the pit on.
Lord Kledji then looked at Judge Heirodyus, who seemed to be enjoying what was transpiring below. "Stop that! Or I shall have you liquified! General Ghyrik, put an end to this madness!"
The General was actually in shock. He couldn't believe was he was seeing. It wasn't until he heard his master's order that he was snapped back to reality. He then left the booth he and the Quintesson's judges were sitting in and went to gather up his troops to put a stop to this atrocity at once.
T-474 moved quick. As one Sharkticon approached, he leaped in the air like an acrobat, doing a front flip over the creature. At the apex of his flight, and with perfect timing, he fired a salvo of acid pellets from his shoulders, which he'd once used to clear rubble from the underground, now made effective weapons as they corroded through the Sharkticons armor. "They will regret becoming so complacent as we turn our tools against them as weapons."
T-474 pulled out his pickaxe, and grabbing it by its chain, swung it around with astonishing quickness, cutting the legs out from under another Sharcticon before bringing it down into the disabled beast, lodging it deep into it's head. He pulled it out of the Sharkticon, swung it around and brought the axe end back into his hand in a quick, fluid motion, then looked around to the other, and the situation they found themselves in.
"We need to find a way out of here. The Sharkticons may be out of their element, but the plasma cannons will make short work of us at the bottom of this pit."
Last Edit: Sept 3, 2013 16:38:04 GMT -5 by Onix Solo
L926-1 pulled his grappling hook out from his chest and started swinging it round like a weapon, granted it wasn't much of one, but if T-474 could find use in his pick-axe as a weapon, then he was sure he could do the same with his slave tool.
"If this is no fairy-tale S97, then allow me to utter an old Cybertronian prayer I heard once!
We swing ungirded hips, And are lightened are our lies, The oil is on our lips, We do not fight for prize. We know not whom we trust Nor whitherward we fare, But we fight because we must not one moment must we spare.
The cries for mercy Are troubled as by storm. Ashe tempest strips our armor we wait to be re-born. Do the merciless stop and pause? Do we stop ask why? So we fight without a cause Beneath the big bare Cybertronian sky.
The oil is on our lips, We do not fight for prize. But the storm the anger whips And the waves of enemies in the skies. The blasts around us rise and strike us through creation - to ashes we transform. And we fight because must We fight to be re-born."
L926-1 swung his grappling hook like a wrecking ball at the nearest Sharkticons, knowing that T-474 was right. With their weapons, the Sharkticons would soon get the momentum with their weapons - and not even an old ancient Cybertronian prayer would be able to save them, or stop the Sharkticons..
*Original poem by The Song of the Ungirt Runners by Charles Hamilton Sorley
S-616 stood in shock for a moment as his fellow slaves began attacking the Sharkticons. He had no explanation for how the Sharkticon pit had just drained, but he was thankful for a few more moments of existence. Once again, he deployed his arm blades and dodged around a Sharkticon that lunged at him. As he dodged, S-616 lashed out with one of his blades, cutting into the Sharkticon's leg. S-616 lashed out a couple more times at the Sharkticon as it struggled to turn before he leaped backwards out of reach.
Post by Neo Calrissian on Sept 4, 2013 13:11:46 GMT -5
N33 raised his head to the sky defiantly as he vanished below the surface of the liquid. Sinking lower and lower, his feet touched the bottom of the pool, and his optics brightened with shock as he felt his head break the ever-falling waterline. He stumbled and fell to his skidplate, looking in disbelief around him at the utterly inexplicable scene- the tank had drained. L926-1 was praying. And the crowed was screaming in support as his friends fought the Sharkticons. Trying to flush his systems of the liquid, he began to cough violently, but it was all in vain as a Skarkticon jumped onto his chest and pinned him, knocking the breath from him. He snarled and kicked violently, trying to get his hands free so he could use his magnets and throw the foul creature off, but it was no use- the beast sank it's fangs into his leg, crushing armor, cables and pistons in a gross burst of oil. N33 howled in pain, a meaningless scream becoming words: "AAAAAAHHHH!!! KKKKKKKLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEDDDDDDIIIIIIIIIIJJJJJJJJ!!!!!!!!" He drove his remaining knee up into it's body, and, as the Sharkticon was distracted with it's feeding, he activated the repelling magnet in his servo, yanked it free, and slammed his palm into it's eye in a burst of blue light and static...
Post by Jazzman Crothers on Sept 4, 2013 16:02:42 GMT -5
"N33! Hold on!" Yelled H865 as he saw his fellow Cybertronian in trouble. He rushed in as fast as he could to assist N33. As a Sharkticon came up on the downed slave, H865 stood between it and N33. With his arms up to stop the rushing beast, H865 grabbed hold of the Sharkticon by it's right arm and head. But he was not fast enough to stop the Sharkticon from biting a piece of his torso off. H865 yelled in pain but held fast to he monster.
As L926-1 swung his grappling hook, he made good on keeping the Sharkticons at bay as none of them could withstand each lashing L926-1's made-shift weapon gave them. But then by accident, the grapple landing in one of the Sharkticon's mouths. Latched in, the Sharkticon began to pull L926-1 towards him as it ate away at the grapple and cable line.
T-474 was most successful with his strategy of jumping and leaping about. Until his back came in contact with a random Sharkticon's maced tail. The blow sent the slave to the ground and cause him to roll across it until he bumped into S97. Both slaves began tangled with each other and then realized they were surrounded with no way out.
S-616's tactic were working well but it didn't detour the Sharkticons away from wanting to make a meal of him. As he slashed at a Sharkticon in it's face, the beast bite down on one of S-616 arm blades. The Sharkticon pulled at S-616 arm, trying to break it off as his teeth were stuck in his blade. S-616 found himself being shaken about.
The crowd grew wilder with each passing moment. They were routing their comrades on and didn't even care about the guards who were rushing around. Usually the Bailiffs would have started getting the slaves under control but they had bigger matters to attend to. Never in the history of Quintesson ruled Cybertron had slaves fought back against the Sharkticons and actually put up a fight.
And just when the the guards thought the cheering from the crowds of spectators would never end, a sudden hush fell upon them. Many began to react in shock as they pointed towards the sky. All those who looked up at the new commotion were awe struck when they saw something flying around the arena. Something that looked like a robot.
With wings from its back, the thing swooped down over the pit and back up again, over the heads of slaves as they ducked for cover. It made another pass, this time catching the attention of the guards, making then stop and stare. Lord Kledji looked up at the flying mystery with annoyance and curiosity. "What in the blazes?" Was all the Quntesson Lord could say.
With a final pass, the flying robot came in to better view now, as if it had decided to slow down for all to see. Then with a turn of it's body, it began to power dive towards the bottom of the pit. All who watched shrieked as it seemed that the robot had decided to commit suicide by fall to his death into a hole of Sharkticons. But no crash was witnessed as the robot impacted the ground with both feet.
The wings on his back retracted as he looked about where he was now. The Sharkticons seemed to be put off there feeding frenzy for a moment as the fast moving object had suddenly landed. But soon their instincts got the best of them as they advanced towards the robot. Then slowly, as the robot's wings settled in behind his back, the stranger revealed a sword.
In a series of quick slashes, the stranger deflected the attacking Sharkticons as they came at him from all side. Each Sharkticon who got too close now had a split face or lost an arm. The stranger then finished each of the monsters with a killing blow before moving on to the eliminate more.
S-616 was the cloest to the stranger and the stranger saw that this slave that was stuck to the Sharkticon's jaws was in the most danger. The sword wielding robot came up behind the beast and cut off it left back leg. He then angled the top end of his sword and shoved it in the center of the monster's head, killing it.
The stranger left the sword there for a moment as he reached down and grabbed something off his legs. In each hand he held what looked like flat discs. With more hesitation he threw the discs, both towards the Sharkticons surrounding S97 and T-474.
S-616 then watched as the stranger took hold of his sword again and placed a foot on his arm. With a quick kick S-616's arm blade was free from the Sharkticon's mouth. The stranger then looked at the slave. "My name is Hawk. If you want to survive then follow me and fight."
Wasting no more time, the stranger named Hawk then dug his sword into another Sharkticon as he fought his way into the mass of feeding frenzy, trying desperately to save lives.
T-474 got up as fast as he could, unleashing another salvo of acid pellets at a nearby Sharkticon, then turned to S97 and helped her up quickly. He had been caught quite off guard when the Sharkticon smacked him across the pit. He was even more caught off guard when he was thrown into S97, which hurt about as much as getting struck by the Sharkticon, but the situation now was beyond what he could have fathomed happening when they were dropped into the pit. T-474 was good at reacting though, and he wasn't going to be caught off guard again.
T-474 pulled S97 to her feet and readied his pickaxe
"Let's work together and get to the others. You lead, and I'll watch your back."
Last Edit: Sept 4, 2013 20:19:20 GMT -5 by Onix Solo
S-616 was surprised at how well he was doing against the Sharkticon, right up until the Sharkticon clamped it's jaws around his arm. S-616 let out a cry of pain and continued slashing at the Sharkticon with his free hand. He was so preoccupied that he didn't notice the mech landing in the middle of the pit. S-616 drew back his free arm and was about to stab into the Sharkticon's face when the new arrival attacked and killed the Sharkticon. Dumbfounded, S-616 stared up at the stranger as he freed his hand. When the stranger spoke, S-616 looked at him for a moment.
"You...Have a name?" He asked, completely stunned.
S-616 snapped back to his senses and readied his weapons and followed Hawk into the mass of slaves and Sharkticons. He hoped he wasn't too late to save any of his new friends.
Digging his feet into the platform floor, L926-1 tried to stop himself from being lurched forward but to no avail. The bot's feet began dragging even with one rooted on the ground and one up right to use the momentum to pull back. Further and further towards the Shakticon L926-1 was being dragged as it ate the chain, until a dark cloud appeared over them all. The slaves and the Sharkticons were transfixed as the mysterious figure flew over before finally landing and appearing to help.
Using the distraction, L926-1 gave the grappling hook one almighty tug towards him, wrapping what was left of the chains around his arms before hand for extra leverage. "Until the last robot stands!", uttered L926-1 and gave one almighty last tug..
Post by Jazzman Crothers on Sept 13, 2013 1:56:29 GMT -5
As L926-1 gave one my huge tug to this hook and grapple, the Sharkticon tried to swallow the hook even further. The greedy beast paid for it when L926-1 managed to rip out the Sharkticon's fuel pump, scattering the inner's of the monster all about. L926-1 fell backwards and watched as more Sharkticon came in and actually surround the fallen beast, eating what remained of it's carcass like hungry scavengers.
S97 ran forward looking for L926-1. She saw him in the distance and ran for him. "This way T-474! And if you have a weapon lend me one. I am no good against these odds like this!"
Right behind Hawk, S-616 was able to see the mysterious new comer hack away after any Sharkticon that got too close. At first it was not clear where Hawk was going to exactly until S-616 saw N33 and H865. Both his friends were hurt and needed help. Hawk was then confronted by two Sharkticons. "I'll hold these two off, be off and attend to those two slaves in need!"
Amid the confusion, it was clear that the surviving slaves were doing better then anyone could have expected but it was a matter of time before they were over ran by more Sharkticons and the guards. But then an unexpected and unlikely voice of hope was heard. "Over here! Hey, N33, S97, H865! Over here!"
It was G367.
The young slave was standing inside one of the vents that lined the walls of the pit. The vents were used for draining and filling up the pit with water for the Sharkticons. He was calling his friends over from a vent that he had managed to pry open just enough for him to and the others to get through.
But all was not saved yet. The guards had now gathered themselves and began to line up along the edge of the pit. They began to ready their weapons and would begin to rain down radiation blasts on the slaves, leaving them all burned to a crisp.
S-616 nodded when Hawk pointed out N33 and H865. He sprinted over to the two slaves, retracting his blades as he ran. He slid to a stop and and started to help H865 up. It was then he heard the shout from G367.
"We need to hurry. Over to the vent, try and grab as many of our comrades as we can. Our new friend, Hawk, is creating a distraction, but he wont be able to hold on forever. I'll get you two to G367, then I'll go back for Hawk." S-616 said quickly.
Post by Neo Calrissian on Sept 13, 2013 15:48:32 GMT -5
N33 shook his head at S-616. He clutched his mangled knee joint in pain, gritting his teeth. "No! Leave me- I'm finished as it is. Save those who can walk- and if you dare argue, I'll kill you myself!" He turned his head towards S97 and T-474, charging as they were away from their only escape route. He looked at S-616, pleading- hoping against hope that his own life wouldn't be put above those of his friends.