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Post by Hoist on Jun 15, 2015 12:35:12 GMT -5
Sintalli Prime
Live and across the universe, brought to you direct by CNN (The Cybertron News Network), AFTERMATH is being beamed across the universe LIVE from the Sintalli Stadium.
Set on a barren fiery planet known as Sintalli Prime, a planet where time has reverted back to it's natural state. Volcanoes erupted, the frozen over lava lakes and oceans thawed as temperatures rose making the planet inhospitable and off limits. Once a year however, bots across the galaxy, aliens, humanoid and living plant folk come to watch the special games set in a specially colonized stadium designed to keep the spectators cool and the fighting area at near-full temperature it's time to settle some scores and defend some championships. The Sintalli Stadium is set inside the rocky volcanic mountains with thick re-inforced thermoplastic heat resistant glass to seperate the audience from the match arena. In the center, high above the lava lakes on a rocky mountain point lies our eight-sided ring, the only way in is via the narrow rocky walkway ledges towards the ring on either side, once false move over the side and it's crispy bot time!
At either end of the walkway are mountains were our competitors wait in the specially designed and heat-resistant/cool locker rooms where a Quintesson guard waits outside, guarding the entrance. Already our crowd have seen the slave ships arrive with General Ghyrik and the competitors, some refer to them as "Athletes". Inside they can hear the crowd getting restless as the sound of the Quintesson ambassador ship hovers above and heads towards the nearby space-port, the crowds certainly have no love for these guys as the booing and jeering ring out across the stadium. Each competitor has to prepare, not just physically but mentally as well, as it's not just about winning but surviving, winnning is not always the final word and only the five high Quintesson judges can decide whether you're worthy of keeping your life.
Back-stage in the locker rooms our athletes prepare themselves... for AFTERMATH: SOLAR SLAAAAAAG!
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jun 15, 2015 13:39:11 GMT -5
In one locker room stood a defiant warrior. Tossing his axe in the air with one hand, ignoring the sounds of excitement coming from the crowd, ignoring the warnings from the guards, Clank stood poised in his stance. Focusing on the task at hand, the warrior waited to meet his opponent head on. Despite the hefty rewards he would gain if he won and the honour and fame, Clank wanted none of this. All he wanted was victory over whoever it was who dare raise a weapon towards him.
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Post by Bomblast on Jun 15, 2015 17:05:29 GMT -5
Devilock stood in his locker room. It was small and cramped. He figured he had been put in a locker room designed for a smaller mech in an attempt to anger him. He was trying to tune out of the sounds of the crowds, the guards and even the other competitors. Devilock just wanted this mockery over with. He couldn't believe that the Quints had brought back AFTERMATH. The memories of the last tournament were still fresh in his mind. Not that he'd really done much since then.
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Post by RipRaw on Jun 16, 2015 6:08:44 GMT -5
Deadlift just sat, almost morosely in his own locker room. Like a dozen times before and dozen before that. The giant mech was not nervous, or excited or scared, and he certainly was not complacent. He was merely resigned to his fate and the fact that once again, he would probably kill someone, just so he could live another day or three. It wasn't a good life, but it was his, and he was not about to let it go without a damn good fight. The thought of a total rebellion against the Quints made him smile. just a little bit, though he knew very well how fruitless any attempt to change the order would be.
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Post by Hoist on Jun 16, 2015 16:13:09 GMT -5
Out in the stadium's auditorium, the crowd were beginning to get restless, hungry for oil to be spilt and General Ghyrik wasn't helping matters. Hovering around the Crowds on his hover-board, always threatening to shoot into the crowd with his laser arms if they became to rowdy, it was clear some of them remembered him and his ways of keeping order. To Ghyrik, this only made him even more entertained, licking his green lips as the crowd began jeering at the General and throwing things towards him through the air over the barrier, but failing to make contact due to the distance and his maneuverability instead falling to the lava lakes below. Although some of the litter did manage to get to the ring. In the center of the ring there was a bright flash as the guest Quintesson announcer teleported into the center, hushing the crowd for a klik or at least quietening things. Back stage the competitors began to also get the sense of things quieting down as they began to hear the announcer.
Center ring - exterior to Back stage:
"Fellow mechanical beings! Aliens, femmebots, humans, cyborgs and inter-related plant species!", began the announcer, "Weeeelcome!, to.. AFTERMATH!!!!". The crowd both cheered and booed simultaneously. "Tonight,live across the galaxy in front of our capacity crowd AFTERMATH returns to Sintalli Prime! What better way to start things of with our annual solar cycle event SOLAR SLAAAAAAG!"" More cheers. "We've got some of the biggest, the most and most undisciplined bots all the way from planet Cybertron! Don't forget all the money from this event goes towards the Quintesson Empire and it's federation for it's care and well being of these slaves, here to entertain you tonight!..."
Inside the locker rooms a Quintesson guard teleported in the middle of the room with his electro whip, a third guard to the ones outside; and began to whip any bots sitting down on their skid-plates "Alright you lot look lively! This things about to start!" raged the guard as he cracked his whip towards the competitors..
Ring:
"Titles are on the line tonight and as ever there not just fighting for the honor of winning but of being allowed to continue their sorry pitiful lives! Just like the scrap-bots they are, nor would they be here if it wasn't for us liberating their wretched sorry excuse of a planet!". More boos. "So with that out the way, let the games began and I want to hear you all - are you ready?!"
Half-hearted cheers.
"I SAID ARE - YOU - READY??!!" Huge cheers.
"Then let the games... BEGIN!!" More huge cheers.
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jun 16, 2015 19:35:53 GMT -5
Clank turned to face the guard who appeared in his room. He gripped his hammer tightly in his hand and glared at the guard. "Lay a hand on me and I'll strip you of your spark or whatever you call the life force within you!"
Clank began to back up towards the door, waiting for it to open for he knew what was coming. Glory.
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Post by Bomblast on Jun 16, 2015 19:56:51 GMT -5
Much like the last tournament, Devilock made no move towards the door as the announcer spoke. The guard stationed outside his locker room reached in to hit him with a whip. Before the guard could attack, Devilock grabbed the guard's arm.
"Touch me again and this arm belongs to me." He growled.
Devilock squeezed the guard's arm before releasing it. He glared at the guard before standing by his door.
"Let's get this mockery over with." He muttered to himself.
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Post by Hoist on Jun 20, 2015 15:02:50 GMT -5
One of the Quintesson guard's tentacles slithered and wrapped itself around Devilock's legs, "The General will hear of this!! IF you make it out alive!" after Devilock let go the guard swept the competitor of his feet "HAHAHAHAHA! Sittdown! Not you! - YOU!" replied the general and shoved Clank in the back, "GUARDS!!!", the two guards outside immediately hovered in quickly and drew there weapons at the warrior bot
"HAR HAR, IT's TIME!", grunted one, "Get out there! MOVE!"
Meanwhile the previous guard teleported again to across from Deadlift, and Devilock was free, "You! I said on you feet!" and cracked the electro whip around the bot's feet and dragged him of where the was sitting onto the floor before releasing him, "Do I have to drag you all the way there!! I said UP!!!
OOC: Clank may enter when ready by approaching the ring via fight Clank Vs Deadlift thread.
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Post by RipRaw on Jun 20, 2015 23:01:52 GMT -5
Deadlift knew the routine. It was boring and mostly inconsequential by him. Despite sitting down, he was ready fro the guard's whip. He caught it one handed, stepping up and forward into the swing. He grabbed it and yanked back, pulling the guard face first into his waiting fist. All the juniors guards got lugged with whipping Deadlift up and all got surprised by how quick someone so big could move.
However he liked it, it was time, and the watchers demanded a show. And if he didnt put on a good show, he was as sure as dead as if he lost a deathwatch.
He roared with every joule of power his voaliser could draw, and stamped his monstrously heavy feet. Let them know Deadlift was ready to fight.
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Post by Hoist on Jun 21, 2015 15:48:19 GMT -5
"You'll pay for thisssss!" roared the guard "Now move out!!!", croacked the Quintesson rewturning to an up right position.
More guards moved in and thrust their weapons at him to move out, not making contact - just to threaten "You heard the boss move out! Your fight - and your death awaits!!"
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Post by Hoist on Sept 17, 2015 12:35:17 GMT -5
Bomblast, Dai AtlasBack stage as Clank returned, Terrajolt and the massive LEVIATHAN were warming up, their match was up next with the Leviathan already filling the enclose back stage area with his massive height. The Two guards remain standing stationary outside the entrance ready to guide them out when the time was ready.
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Post by Bomblast on Sept 17, 2015 13:55:26 GMT -5
As she prepared to go out into the arena, Terrajolt stared at Leviathan. She didn't break optic-contact with the much larger mech. She grinned wickedly as she deployed and retracted one of her arm blades, over and over.
"The bigger they are, the harder they fall." She muttered. "The bigger they are, the harder they fall."
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Post by Dai Atlas on Sept 17, 2015 22:05:01 GMT -5
Leviathan was not deterred by the taunts of Terrajolt as she flashed her wicked grin and played with her toys. He simply stood staring at her, almost as if his optics were burrowing into her very spark... "Before this day is over I will rip off that arm with its blades and ram it right up and through your aft, as it rips through your circuits when I pull it out of your wretched mouth. Make your peace, for I am about to bring the pain."
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Post by Bomblast on Sept 17, 2015 22:54:39 GMT -5
Terrajolt continued deploying and retracting her blade. If Leviathan's words had any effect on her, she didn't show it. Quite the opposite, in fact. Terrajolt started to giggle maniacally.
"Pain? Oh sweetie, I'm the Mistress of Pain."
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Post by Dai Atlas on Sept 18, 2015 6:42:23 GMT -5
Leviathan simply smiled in return... "We shall see, we shall see." ...then he he folded his arms and spent the remainder of the time in silence, ready for the event to start.
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