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| In Need Of A Master; Easy; Solo | |
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| Topic Started: May 27 2013, 10:10 PM (265 Views) | |
| Bassolarr | May 27 2013, 10:10 PM Post #1 |
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KING OF THE RING
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| Bassolarr | May 27 2013, 10:40 PM Post #2 |
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KING OF THE RING
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He refused to fail in this endeavor. DAMAGE REPORTS INCOMING… CURRENT ARMOR DAMAGE ACROSS ALL SECTIONS: FORTY FIVE PERCENT CURRENT ARMOR DAMAGE ON ARMS: FIFTY FIVE PERCENT CURRENT ARMOR DAMAGE ON LEGS: THIRTY TWO PERCENT CURRENT ARMOR DAMAGE ON HIPS: FORTY TWO PERCENT CURRENT ARMOR DAMAGE ON TORSO: FORTY ONE PERCENT CURRENT ARMOR DAMAGE ON HEAD: FIFTY PERCENT CURRENT DAMAGE TO INTERNAL COMPONENTS: TWELVE PERCENT CURRENT REMAINING BATTERY POWER: FORTY ONE PERCENT ALL SYSTEMS DIAGNOSTIC: MARGINALLY OPTIMAL OVERALL EFFICIENCY LEVEL: EIGHTY TWO PERCENT REPAIR PRIORITY LEVEL: LOW Another powerful blow from Rubic’s massive metal fist saw another Planetary Trade Organization warrior to his grave, the alien warrior impacting against the ground so hard, he could not be visible inside his crater and, surely enough, his open topped grave. Another flash of light from Rubic’s arm mounted weaponry saw another three warriors fall to the ground, barely breathing let alone capable of fighting. As the screams of panicking civilians filled the air around Rubic and the warriors in brutal combat, Rubic smashed his heavy limbs into another warrior, crushing his rib cage into his lungs, forever rendering the warrior an invalid—if not slaying him outright. With all the fighting going on, Rubic could not afford to scan the man’s internal organs to see if he had punctured anything more important than his method of breathing. Two more warriors emerged from a ruined building, firing their arm blasters at Rubic. Their feeble shots did nothing more than bounce off of Rubic’s superior armor, yet one managed to find purchase, shearing off a chunk of armor off of Rubic’s shoulder. No matter. Another flash of light and the two warriors were flash incinerated where they stood, their shadows permanently blotted onto the opposite wall. And yet, they still came, apparently thirsting for a real fight, wanting to take down this paragon of ‘justice’ and ‘virtue’, as the civilians had called him. Rubic was not beholden to ‘jutsice’ or ‘virtue’ or ‘morality.’ Rubic was only beholden to his orders, and he would succeed in this mission no matter what. Earlier, he had managed to locate all of the missing civilians and survivors, ushering them outside of the city in order to seek safety and shelter. However, just as Rubic managed to rescue a small child from the depths of a ruined building, the renegade Planetary Trade Organization troopers had struck, slaying the little girl with one shot. Rubic was incapable of feeling anger or regret, but when faced with a foe, Rubic turned to engage without remorse or pity. He was designed for brutal combat, the harshest kind that ever existed, because humans were too weak and frail to do so themselves. That suited Rubic just fine… if he was allowed to exercise his abilities to accomplish his function, then he was about as close to ‘happy’ as the emotionless robot ever could be. Without function, without purpose, there was nothing. A life without purpose was as empty as space. Another swipe of his massive metal arms saw another warrior fallen, another pair of flashes from his head unit sealed the fate of two more soldiers, yet they came in another wave. The enemy was nothing if not tenacious, or at the very least, fanatically suicidal. In either case, they would meet their doom all the same. Even as the last of the civilians managed to flee the city, the Planetary Trade Organization soldiers were no longer interested in weakling blood, but rather, they wanted the ‘beating’ heart of the foe before them, thirsty for whatever he called blood. They wanted a true challenge, one that was worthy of their time and glory. The only glory they would find would be death upon the battle field. Rubic let his flamethrower roar to life, gouts of fire spreading out towards the approaching enemy forces. Even as the molten hot napalm stuck to their armor and flesh, they only let out the merest of wimpers and shouts of pain, more interested in dealing pain to the robot in their sights than on their own pain. It was as if some drug or hypnosis spurned them on. As if there was nothing better than a fight for them, nothing better than to test one’s self against an opponent, even if that meant death. In another time and world, perhaps, Rubic would have grown to appreciate their tenacity. But as it stood, Rubic failed to appreciate anything but cold logic and efficiency. Organics had neither. As Rubic lashed out with blow after blow, shot after shot from his impressive weapons arsenal, another quartet of warriors fell to the ground, their hearts ceasing their functions before their faces even hit the ground. In some cases, their hearts had been incinerated before they even realized they were dead. The screech of an eagle rang throughout the city as Rubic let loose another volley of missiles and mortars, smashing into the oncoming ranks of the largest wave of soldiers yet, screams of agony and pain filling the air between the oncoming storm and the lone metallic warrior, but once again, the enemy proved to be tenacious and fanatical. The truest form of challenge for the Robotic warrior. Enough was enough. Rubic took a knee, his shoulder folding and transforming to reveal a massive energy cannon, the double ‘C’ logo on its side revealing its origin as a Capsule Corporation invention. As the capacitors charged up, the swarm of enemy warriors charged forth, seeking to rip Rubic apart, piece by piece. As they approached towards the one hundred and fifty meter mark, they opened up with their energy pistols and arm blasters, most of the shots going wide but some impacting against Rubic’s thick armor. No matter, the cannon was still untouched. With one final thought, a massive wave of energy left the cannon, the whole city bathed in a rainbow of colors as the energy shot out from the cannon shifted between different spectrums of light, incinerating the warriors that had threatened to bring down the massive robot. There were no screams nor shouts of challenge, just an immense explosion from displaced oxygen as the energy wave leveled all in its way, eradicating all in its path. Once the attack was finalized, there was nothing but silence, as the last of the Planetary Trade Organization troops had either fled or were slain. The battle, it seemed, was over. Significant damage and power drained had been suffered during the fight, but Rubic was practically no worse for wear because of it. In fact, his new experimental systems had worked out so well against the Planetary Trade Organization forces that Rubic had to note the efficiency of his new processors and systems. The efficiency and talent of the Avalonian government and their abilities with synthetic life forms. If nothing else, their foresight had allowed Rubic to easily win this fight and secure the safety of the survivors with only one casualty. A very efficient victory, all said and told. Eventually, Rubic escorted the survivors to the recovery area, where they would be transported by carrier trucks and other vehicles to their various refugee destinations. Meanwhile, Rubic flew back towards his ship, the Codex, in order to seek repairs and a recharge before his next testing simulation. He forwarded the results of the battle to the Avalonian authorities as well as to his superiors at the Earth Defense Forces government, and shortly thereafter, he was met with praise and congratulations with the successful mission. Of course, Rubic lacked the capabilities to be proud or humbled. He simple accepted their congratulations with the same cold, stoic understanding that he usually did. Regardless, now that the assignment was over, he returned to his ship to seek necessary repairs and recharge. Roughly an hour after he arrived back at the Codex, however, he received another transmission from the local parliament, otherwise known as a town ‘mayor’ for all intents and purposes. The man professed his extreme gratitude for Rubic’s hard work, noting that his wife had been in that city at the time of the attack and had been returned safely to him. In return, he wanted to offer Rubic a reward as well as a possible job in instructing the various youth in the ways of self-defense. At first, Rubic considered the possibilities of passing on his learned techniques and capabilities to a younger generation. Unit Minosha had mentioned something about taking on organic mannerisms in order to better understand them, and it seemed he had that chance by doing something similar. All organics sought to pass on their genetic information to their next generation of youth so that their genes could be continually improved and used within the gene pool, as it were. However, Rubic felt no such desire, as he was purely synthetic. He did not have the instinctual need to pass on information, knowledge, or skills to another generation, regardless if the new generation consisted of organics, synthetics, or both. Besides, the way Rubic learned his way of fighting was purely through data gathering and trial and error—the likes of which would not work out very well for organic warriors. Even so, any reward the mayor would offer the giant metal man would likely be of no use to Rubic. Still… the Avalonian government seemed to encourage synthetics to interact with organics, as strange of a notion as it was. Eventually, Rubic relented and agreed to meet with the mayor to discuss those terms. If nothing else, Rubic would be able to think it over while he continued with his own repairs and on the journey there. He then remembered the strange medals he had been given on Yaidrat, and how he was still confused on what one was supposed to do with those medals and trophies. He had attempted to run data searches on the subject, but all he ever found were trophy cases and medal cases, the likes of which would be a gross inefficient use of space within his sparse and limited quarters. The last thing Rubic needed was more decoration to get in the way of his efficient behavior and movements. Still… Minosha had stated that such things would help Rubic understand organics better, hence why Rubic had not melted the medals down and used the metal for other things. If nothing else, perhaps Minosha would be able to explain the phenomenon. Either hours later, Rubic found himself gifted with a strange trophy the size of his arm along with over three dozen young, impressionable students that wanted to learn from a ‘war master’ of a warrior. As inefficient as all this was, Rubic was already stuck in this avenue of ‘entertainment’ for the young ones. At least this way, another incident like what happened earlier would not happen again. WC: 1803 |
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