The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  TheTJ on Mon May 28, 2012 7:59 am

Spoiler:
No, he just took a shot in the dark and got lucky. Sorta his thing.

Also, you're really NOT at any disadvantage. You know what descriptions we got of the space station in the book? Basically a techno training ground in space. Weldar thought though, that since in the book the only places to fight are the battle rooms, we shouldn't stick too close to the source material. You can make up what you want.

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  Vivian Vex on Mon May 28, 2012 10:24 am

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There is a difference between being lucky and then somehow knowing that there is something to deactivate it and what to say to turn it off. And as Suicide pointed out he got confused by a door. So how would he know how to work turning off gravity right off the bat?

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  TheTJ on Mon May 28, 2012 10:38 am

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Well, Neil wasn't confused by the door, just caught off guard when it hissed open in front of his face.

And he didn't KNOW it would work, he was releived to the point of distraction when it did.

...Fine, adding a stupid sign on the door because apparently the luckiest man in the world can't make a lucky guess. Razz

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  Raya on Mon May 28, 2012 12:51 pm

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Don't worry Suicide, I haven't read it either. Just bullshit it, that's what I'm doing Razz "Huh, abandonned military base in space. Dusty and with lasers, that works!"

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  Weldar on Tue May 29, 2012 3:19 am

SuicideAngel wrote:
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First off, I need a better description of this place than techno training ground in space. I've never read Ender's Game, never will. This is NOT an opportunity to recommend the book. I'm left at a huge disadvantage because I don't know the source material, and thus can't interact with the environment I find myself in, even in as fundamental a way as DESCRIBING it. That being said, if "techno training ground in space" is all I get after a day, I'm going to be making stuff up that fans of the source material may not like.

Second off, unless I missed a bunch of exposition, Neil just happened to know exactly how to work the place's gravity generators, despite being flummoxed by an automated door not 30 minutes beforehand? Probably Nothing to be done about it now I'd think, but I call foul play =/
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The battlerooms from Ender's game are basically just, zero gravity room with a bunch of floating cubes. Source material is already broken by the inclusion of deadly obstacles. This round comes from the suggestion of Ender'a game but is only loosely based on it. Generally round descriptions won't be too specific, you're free to fill in the extra details yourself as needed. Abandoned military space station filled with zero gravity obstacle courses. That's basically the summary of this location, work up whatever you like from there

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  Vivian Vex on Tue May 29, 2012 1:27 pm

The battle complex, the next stage in which the contestants will take part in. A quiet, abandoned space station filled to the brim with weapons and technology. The voice spoke to The Terrabeing as it matterialized inside a room with floating platforms that bounce off all 4 sides of the room, sometimes randomly changing direction. in the middle there is a huge pit that separates the two sides of the room with 2 doors on each side, one facing North and one facing South.



ERROR: MISSING MAP DATA

CALCULATING: VARIABLES

CALCULATION: COMPLETE

VIRUS: DELETED

CALCULATING: WHICH VIRUS DELETED...

CALCULATION: UNKNOWN

PROBABILITY OF VIRUS DELETION
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VIRUS NUMBER 1: AIDREIL

RANK: SON OF DEMON LORD

DEFAULT: UNKNOWN

DANGER LEVEL: SUSPECTED TO BE HIGH TO VERY HIGH

CHANCE OF SURVIVAL 92%
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VIRUS NUMBER 2: JAK

RANK: MILITARY SOLIDER

DEFAULT: UNKNOWN

DANGER LEVEL: UNKNOWN

CHANCE OF SURVIVAL: UNKNOWN
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VIRUS NUMBER 3: TAKUMA YAMAUCHI

RANK: NOTHING SPECIAL

DEFAULTS: DEAF

DANGER LEVEL: NONE TO LOW

CHANCE OF SURVIVAL: 6%
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VIRUS NUMBER 4 ZELGIUS II

RANK: ROBOTIC/PSI OSTRICH

DEFAULT: ATTACKS THE MIND, SELF HAS NO MIND TO ATTACK

DANGER LEVEL: MEDIUM

CHANCE OF SURVIVAL 74%
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VIRUS NUMBER 5 NEIL MARANDO

RANK: LUCK S.O.B.

DEFAULT: LACKS FIGHTING CAPABILITY

DANGER LEVEL: LOW TO MEDIUM

CHANCE OF SURVIVAL: LUCK RENDERS CHANCE OF SURVIVAL UNKNOWN
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VIRUS NUMBER 6 HEART

RANK: BIRD GOD

DEFAULT: MORTAL HUMAN FORM

DANGER LEVEL: HIGH TO VERY HIGH

CHANCE OF SURVIVAL:89%
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VIRUS NUMBER 7 EVANGELINE

RANK: CLONE

DEFAULT: UNKNOWN

DANGER LEVEL: SUSPECTED TO BE LOW TO MEDIUM

WOUNDED BADLY BY SELF

CHANCE OF SURVIVAL: 15%-26% DEPENDING ON DEFAULT/SEVERITY OF WOUND
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VIRUS NUMBER 8 SIRRIA

RANK: LYCANTHROPE

DEFAULT: UNKNOWN

DANGER LEVEL: UNKNOWN

CHANCE OF SURVIVAL: 78%-84% DEPENDING ON DEFAULT
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VIRUS NUMBER 9 KEITH

RANK: TECHNOPATH

DEFAULT:DRAINS ENERGY

TIME FOR ENERGY TO RETURN: UNKNOWN

DANGER LEVEL: DEADLY

CHANCE OF SURVIVAL: 95%
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VIRUS NUMBER 10 ZERO

RANK:UNKNOWN

DEFAULT: UNKNOWN

DANGER LEVEL: UNKNOWN

CHANCE OF SURVIVAL: UNKNOWN
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HIGHEST CHANCE OF DELETION: TAKUMA YAMAUCHI AND EVANGELINE



After calculating all the viruses, it comes to the conclusion that Takuma and Evangeline are the two most likely two most likely to have died. With Takumas lack of skills and hearing, and with Evangelines stab through the gut that Terra gave her in round 2, not taking into account that she could have healed so rapidly.

GENERATE MAP OF NEW AREA

The Terrabeing glows green and it spreads it data out along the room, taking in every dent as it records two doors and a few cameras.

...SCANNING...SCANNING...SCANNING...

SCANNING COMPLETE

DEVICE DETECTED

CONFIRMED: 3 CAMERAS

CONFIRMED: WIRELESS SINGLES DETECTED FROM PLATFORM
S


Terra glides over to the camera and and wraps its tendrils around the camera, forming a sphere that is identical to Terra, only smaller. In doing so it detects a small electrical current coming out of the camera.

CONFIRMED: CAMERAS SENDING VIDEO DATA

CONFIRMED: POSSIBILITY OF WIRELESS SIGNAL OF PLATFORMS COMING FROM THE SAME ROOM

LOCATION OF SENT CAMERA DATA AND WIRELESS SIGNAL: UNKNOWN

THIN WIRES RENDER TRAVEL TO ORIGIN IMPOSSIBLE

SELF'S BODY TOO MASSIVE

ACTION: SENDING FRACTION OF SELF THROUGH WIRES

OBJECTIVE: LOCATE ORIGIN POINT


The shrapnel of Terra's code shoots through the camera wires, eventually reaching its destination.

MAP UPDATED

GENERAL DIRECTION NOW KNOWN

LOCATION OF ROOM: NORTH-WEST

LOCATION OF OTHER ROOMS STILL UNKNOWN


Now that it got the information it wanted, it releases the camera and sets out for the north door.

REPLACING CURRENT OBJECTIVE: DELETE VIRUSES THROUGH DELETION OR DOWNLOAD

With a more complex objective than just simply eliminating the other viruses, one of its tendrils go around a keypad in a similar manner to what it did to the camera.

NEW OBJECTIVE PART 1: FIND ROOM

it now seeks a more strategic rout to getting what it wants

NEW OBJECTIVE PART 2: TAKE CONTROL

it seeks the control room.

NEW OBJECTIVE PART 3: USE CONTROL ROOM TO AID DELETION AND OR DOWNLOADING

It seeks to use the entire station as his firewall against the others. Speaking its last words for now as the door behind him close shut.

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  SuicideAngel on Thu May 31, 2012 12:29 pm

Sirria felt better than he had since this dark brawl began, despite finding himself locked in a cage. "Not a cage" he muttered to himself, sitting on the small bench that seemed to serve as chair and bed "A Cell. A Prison"

"Not any different."

Sirria frowned. This again? The Wolf had a point this time though. "True, I suppose" He looked through the bars of his prison, seeing a desk and a small steel and Glass box which glowed slightly. A Ring of keys hung on the far wall, sadly out of reach. He sighed and lied back on the cold, hard bed, pondering their current location. A steel vessel in the heavens as the battleground. There would be little chance to escape here, the boundaries of the arena defined this time by the confines of the ship. Unless... "We get to the helm. We could take this ship anywhere."

"Get out of the cage first human." The Wolf growled, growing impatient with being locked away twice.

"I know that" Sirria grumbled in reply, none too happy with being in a cell either "But I cannot cut metal. Neither can you"

"Then burn it away." The Wolf barked "Or do your silly shifting thing"

Sirria blinked. He'd forgotten he could do that for a minute. Standing, he drew Desparatum and quickly cut 2 flaming slashes through the bars, leaving red hot glowing stubs where bars once were. He stepped through carefully, grabbing the keys from the far wall just in case they became useful. Upon closer inspection however, the ring had not keys, but key sized rectangles. The words written upon them did identify them as keys though, so he pocketed them. The glowing box also had writing upon it – a report of some kind, detailing the progress of a former trainee. Unimportant.

He sat in the rather comfy chair behind the desk and considered his options. Who had died this time? Logically it was either Neil or Evangeline, and he doubted the multiverse had enough irony to allow Sirria to have gotten lucky and be rid of the luckmonger. He allowed himself a sorrowful sigh. It is always a harsh thing to lose an ally in battle, moreso in this game where even an honorable death has no meaning. But he couldn’t dwell – not now. There would be time for grief later, when he had escaped.

And then there was the Voidling, Zero. He thought back to the Minister’s introductions. A Blank Slate he’d called him. Considering what he’d seen of the voidling, it made sense. Sirria had not seen it in it’s original form since the Grand Brawl had begun, perhaps that is what the Minister had meant? Could he need to take another’s form to exist? Perhaps, but it didn’t explain his actions in the last round. They had been unsuspecting, but it had been able to fool both him and Jak, but to no obvious purpose. It had attacked Aidrail, but by all visible means it’s attack would never have succeeded in the first place. Perhaps, his mind as well, was blank. Perhaps even learning from the contestants? How far would he go, given the time? How strong would he get? A mystery to ponder, but not one to dwell on. It was impossible to tell at this point, he just had to observe and perhaps assist. He had only one ally now, an alliance with Zero would prove most useful. “Just as long as he knows what an alliance is” Sirria muttered.

”You are a fool human,” The Wolf grumbled ”To rely upon strangers. That is why the female is no longer with you.”

“Evangeline made her choice to fight Neil; that was not my decision”

”Not her. The green-eyed one from so many moons ago.”

Sirria’s breath caught in his chest. A flicker of memory. “Who are you talking about Wolf?” But the Wolf was silent once more.

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  Ansem on Thu May 31, 2012 12:52 pm

As Aidrail opened his eyes, he found himself some sort of room plated with metal. Most of the lights were destroyed, but the few that worked were bright enough to show what kind of room it was. It appeared to be some sort of training room. Aidrail was standing on a platform hovering over a basin filled with a strange, greenish glowing liquid. There were more platforms, leading towards a half-open door.

Great. Some sort of training temple for soldiers. And it had to be metal...

Aidrail took a step on the platform, trying to sense any kind of magic, but none was found. Quite annoying. With a sigh, the demon jumped from his platform to the next, reaching his destination with relative ease. He was lucky his kind boasted more strength and speed than humans, or he'd be in trouble here. Clearly this stage was not his forte. Better to lay low and let the others decide who to kill. The Terrabeing was a nice group target, all the little humans could combine their strengths and take it down. And when they moved to a better stage, the Son of Salvator would crush them all in a single sweep and take this tournament for his own. Aidrail took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He could feel his Father's pride already, he could see the eyes of his followers glimmering with nothing but admiration. He was born for this. He was born to conquer, to rule and to destroy anything that stood in his way. He jumped to the next platform, and the next, until he got to the door. With a word of Power, he created a blast of pure Mana, clearing the way for him. He strode into the hallway, Codex under his arm.

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  Quaetam on Fri Jun 01, 2012 1:37 pm

The entropy of the Forest faded to black, to the utter void, all tangibility vanishing in the blink of an eye. Zero floated in an abyss, one of blackness, pierced by pinpricks of infinite light. From that dark expanse, from the intangibility of space, arose a cage of steel; a box of solidity within which Zero found itself imprisoned. This time, there was no conflict of perception, no solid surface passing through the nonentity as if to deny its presence.

The world resolved itself quickly, methodically even.

Zero stood in an empty mess-hall, replete with tables, tiled floors, windows into the void of space, and a deactivated screen labeled “RANKINGS”, upon which the current leaders of the plentiful wargames were once displayed for all the students of the Complex to look upon, to aspire to overcome through their own accomplishments. The room had once fed hundreds, had once been a hub of discussion, of bets placed and stories shared, bursting forth with youth aspiring to greatness. Now Zero stood alone, a humanoid of smooth silver amidst a hard box of steel, of sterility.

The being-that-was-not-a-being found itself in a large space, perfectly rectangular, registering with its perception of solids, walls, a ceiling, and a floor. The tables strewn about formed tangible obstacles, spaced at even intervals. To its left, along the wall, large viewports gazed out into the abyss beyond. The windows pierced the steel cage of Zero’s world and lent it a very small degree of the surreal. Yet Zero’s perception, this time, had no difficulty interpreting the void that lay beyond the walls, and the world, to it, remained logical. Zero was, for the first time, able to comprehend the entirety of its surroundings. The artificial construct that was the Complex lacked the entropy of nature that had made the Forest, had made even the Kingdom, impossible for Zero’s evolving instincts to truly grasp, and immediately the nonentity took in the room around it. Zero stood in not a void this time, not in an amalgamation of color and shape, nonsensical, lacking meaning, completely incomprehensible. This time, Zero stood in a room.

Immobility is death. Do not succumb to the absolute.

Following this logic, Zero set off at a stride amidst the tables, its gait steady, undaunted, perfectly adapted to a singularly flat surface after having been forced to adapt to the irregularity of the forest. When one can deal with something as inconsistent and uncertain as the natural world, making sense of the constructs of man was a simple task, even for a being incapable of thought.

Ahead, below the deactivated scoreboards, Zero observed and entered a gap in the wall.

The room into which the paradox proceeded was just as reasonable as the last; a rectangular area, replete with a counter from which food would be served. A small receptacle for cutler stood nearby, to Zero little more than a box with holes, alongside which a plethora of trays were neatly stacked. The entire place was kept in order, nothing left unpredictable, nothing amiss. Zero observed the counter before it, and turned, walking along it, proceeding forward for a brief period before coming to a halt, recognizing the wall before it. It was as solid as the rest of the steel box in which Zero found itself, however a small rectangular section was slightly inset. The nonentity stepped forward, raising its right hand as if to open the wall like the door it had seen opened in the Kingdom, before it slid upwards, admitting Zero passage.

Zero, driven by its instinct to remain in motion, drove itself forward through the door.

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Jak turned, waved as Sirria entered the clearing, and the world flickered out from under them, and he found himself floating amidst the void of space. His first reaction was fear, remembering what he’d heard about soldiers that were spaced: Eight, ten seconds tops and they’d lose consciousness. Another fifty to ninety and they’d die—the effects of sudden decompression all-but boiling their blood, potentially bursting their lungs, causing irrevocable damage to their ribcage. It was a nasty fate, and not one he was keen on submitting to. He made to look around, to grasp desperately for a handhold, but found that he was frozen in place, and began to panic. This panic was silenced, however, by the realization that somebody had died, and they had moved on.

He heard the Minister speak, and found himself removed from the serenity of space, control of his limbs regained. Jak floated, bereft of gravity, in the middle of a room, solid spheres and cubes positioned at even intervals around him in the silence. The upper and lower walls were lined with spikes, and about fifty yards ahead he could see a door set in the center of the wall, currently open to reveal a smaller room, the details of which he couldn’t make out from this distance. Stretching to glance behind him, he noticed an identical entrance on the other wall.

There was a problem, however; He was stranded here, helpless in the zero-gravity of the training center. Jak drew his machete, reaching out, trying to find purchase on one of the nearest floating objects, and managed to touch against the surface of a cube. The contact was only momentary however, as the blade’s tip slipped slightly and Jak was pushed away from the surface. He cursed, reaching back and forth with his weapon, as he found himself utterly helpless, drifting slowly away from the cube.

But then his leg caught against something. He found purchase against a floating sphere, and, taking a moment to focus on his aim, Jak pushed off, sailing through the zero-gravity void, straight towards the open door. He drifted closer… closer… But no, his aim was off, he was going to miss! Jak threw out his hand and grasped the edge of the opening. His momentum undeterred, his body swung around and crashed against the nearby wall. Jak took a second to regain his breath, winded, and pulled himself inside.

The renegade examined his surroundings. He now floated in a sort of preparation room. Lockers filled with suits and racks of weapons lined the walls. He thought about grabbing one, but recognized it would be pointless; if this was a training facility, he had little doubt the guns were harmless. Moving on, Jak saw another door, next to it, a small control panel. He examined the latter, flicking a pair of switches, and the door to the training room hissed closed. A mere moment later, gravity returned, and Jak fell to the floor, landing on his feet. He stood, brushed himself off, picked up his machete from where he’d dropped it, and turned to face the door. It promptly hissed open, and Jak found himself face to face with Neil. For an instant the two stood there, surprised, thoughts racing. It was Neil who broke the silence,

“Jak!” Neil exclaimed, “Good thing I ran into you before someone else did!”

Jak drew his sword, smirking slightly, “What are you talking about?”

Neil hesitated, seeing the machete leveled before him. Before Aidrail had burst into the clearing he’d noticed the friction in Jak’s alliance with Sirria, he’d noticed Jak seemed to be receptive to his ideas. But perhaps he’d been a bit too hasty in approaching him here. He drew his own sword, but kept it low, unthreatening.

“Look,” he said, raising a hand, backing up a step, “with what you said last round, I thought you should join me. I’m glad someone else is seeing things straight at the moment.”

Neil eyed Jak’s machete ruefully, “Or… I was.”

Jak scowled, memories of their clashes in the Kingdom returning. He took a step forward as he responded, “You fight me, run like a dog, and ask for my help in this? What are you talking about? I don’t have time for your games.”

“What?” Neil asked, confused, “That doesn’t… Listen. Think about this, are you more powerful than the Terrabeing? Than that demon, Aidrail, who took on the lot of us and emerged almost completely unscathed? “

“Of course not,” Jak said calmly, keeping his sword leveled, stepping forward again, forcing Neil’s retreat. Jak was confused; each time they’d met he had made his intent quite clear. Why was Neil even trying to push this? He determined to himself not to worry about it, for Neil was here, before him now, vulnerable, easy pickings. He knew how dangerous this battlefield could get. And he knew that here, in the depths of space, any hope of escaping alongside Sirria would be futile. Better to move on, and quickly, before things got hairy, better to reach a place where they’d at least have a chance of breaking free.

“And if you want to survive,” Neil said, eyes darting back and forth, readying himself in case things went poorly, “wouldn’t you want to team up against them? All I’m saying is we’re fighting each other and ignoring what should be our only target. Look at what’s happening; the Minister is pitting us against each other, forcing us into different battles, fights against each other. But this is really a war, a war against him! And I’m just trying to get you to realize it!”

Jak went briefly quiet, and the two stood there, Jak’s machete raised, Neil’s sword still gripped low and to his side.

“I’ve been through a lot in my young life,” Jak said, looking Neil straight in the eyes, “And I’ve seen war. This, this is no war. It’s a slaughter. You’re right, the Minister is pitting us against each other, but I have no intention of taking part in this game. I’m breaking out of here; I’m getting home, away from his reach.”

“No! JOIN me!” said Neil, “If we band together I believe we CAN defeat him!”

“It’s futile,” Jak said, shaking his head. Neil gestured to a nearby viewport, responding “Well there’s not a lot of options when it comes to running anyways. And if it’s all so futile you don’t have anything to lose, but everything to gain, don’t you?”

Jak again spoke, “On the contrary, I can’t escape here, but who’s to say the same about the next world? I could join you in this pointless, doomed alliance.”

He stepped forward, Neil again retreated, “Or I could kill you now, and move on to somewhere else, where I’m able to escape!”

Before Neil could react, Jak lunged forward, slashing wildly with his machete. Neil parried, exasperated, tired after the duel with Sirria, after Zelgius’ mental onslaught, and Jak pushed forward, aggressive. Neil cursed to himself as they dueled. Neil had no intention of fighting Jak, not when the human contestants seemed to be dwindling so rapidly, and he recognized the dangers of giving his luck a chance to kill his opponent. But he couldn’t hold the soldier off for long just defending; he had to find a way to get Jak off him, or at least calm his opponent down before things got out of hand.

“Stop, Jak!” Neil shouted, raising his sword to block a downward chop. But Jak wouldn’t listen, and continued his silent attack with all the efficiency of the soldier. The Jak Neil had encountered in the Forest was nothing like this. What had happened, to scare him so? And what was it that had hardened him now? Neil leapt backwards, avoiding a chop that pierced his guard, and slashed forward twice, the first parried, the second nicking Jak on the arm, causing the soldier to scowl as blood flowed from the cut. Jak reacted swiftly, kicking Neil in the gut, and Neil was sent sprawling. He rolled to his feet, finding himself in an intersection, and stopped, wide eyed.

Approaching from down a passage, its pace steady, almost mechanical, was a humanoid of flowing silver, green eyes shining out amidst the silver of its body and the grays of the station, against the backdrop that was the starry void of space. For an instant he thought it was a robot, some sort of security device, and he readied himself to fight it. But then another memory crept forth; the words of the Minister floating to the surface of his mind.

“Zero?” Neil said, in shock, before Jak’s slash forced him to return his mind to the duel, and he continued to retreat, fending off the renegade’s well-trained slashes, looking for some means to disengage.

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Zero, under the guise of Neil, about faced, recognizing the combat, the threat of death, that existed in the intersection ahead, and now proceeded back through the corridors at a rapid pace. The walls were blank save a pair of decorative blue stripes running along them at waist height. They curved slightly to the left as the passage wrapped its way around the circumference of the station. To Zero’s right, along the outer edge of the passage, regularly spaced holes in the uniform solidity of the wall gazed out to the vacuum of space.

Zero walked forward for a time, along the long, curving passage, before reaching a wall. The passage proceeded to both the right and the left, branching off at ninety degree angles. But again the wall opened in front of Zero, and again the nonentity proceeded unhindered, stepping straight through the red trip-laser that was projected beyond the door. This had no apparent effect, however, and Zero found itself in an office of high prestige.

A long desk stood before Zero, stretching a good way out from the left wall, against which three computer monitors, to Zero no more than slim rectangles placed on ovular mounts, remained in place. Behind the desk, the wall was entirely made of glass, looking out into space. The room itself was of a decent size for an office, a good ten to twelve square meters, affording whoever sat at the desk considerable room. Two steel, padded chairs stood in the center of the room, facing the desk. Against the right wall stood two ceiling-high decorative tanks, in which a glowing green liquid gently swirled. The entire room was tidy, the desk clearly belonging to someone of importance, the carpeted floor fresh. Zero had stumbled into the commander’s quarters, kept in such a state that one could think its owner was returning any moment.

Only one object was out of place, atop the desk, straight in Zero’s path.

Zero approached and stopped as the desk arrested the nonbeing’s motion. What lay on the desk before it was a softened, technologically advanced handgun. Its entire shape had been smoothed: Its body was defined by its curves. A single slender barrel emerged from a white, largely ovular chamber. A rectangular diode, emitting a green light, was inset on either side of the gun’s body.

Kill or be killed. Zero picked it up automatically. For a moment, the paradox stood silent in the office, alone in the empty room that had once housed the owner of Zero’s new weapon. But then the door closed behind it, its motion cutting a swath through Zero’s perception, drawing the nonentity’s instinct-driven gaze. Zero turned to face the movement, and again a core concept took hold of its being, the same logical connection that had been fostered during Zero’s first encounter with the deathwater in the Forest: Immobility is death. Death is irrevocable. Do not succumb to the absolute.

Zero set itself in motion and the door slid open to admit it passage.

No sooner had the nonentity emerged from the commander’s office than, with a hissing sound, a hole opened in the ground before it. From within emerged a sphere held in place by a metal shaft. The sphere itself was steel, largely solid, save for a black opening on the front, and two circular diodes to the upper left, one of which was currently emitting green light, the other, deactivated. The spheres oriented themselves facing Zero, tracking the paradox. Zero itself had turned left and stared them down.

Identification, please, spoke a metallic voice from within the nearest camera.

“What is this thing?” said Zero, in an innocent, concerned tone.

Invalid Identification, responded the camera, Identification, please.

“Are you listenin’ to me?” said Zero, aggressively.

Invalid Identification, responded the camera, Identification, please.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” said Zero, again aggressive, slurring his words slightly.

Invalid Identification, responded the camera, Identification, please. This is your final warning.

“Ttthe fuck is up with this guy? He's trying to be tough. He's definitely a tough guy.”

The camera went quiet for a moment. Then the green light turned red, and a loud screeching emitted.

Identification failed. INTRUDER ALERT!

The alarm continued to resonate throughout the station, and the camera remained fixated on Zero. From the second diode, below the light, a small red beam emitted, and locked itself onto Zero’s arm.

Eliminating security risk.

Death is irrevocable. Do not succumb to the absolute.

Zero raised its gun and immediately pulled the trigger, even as a beam of light passed straight through where his arm had been moments before. A lance of green energy shot straight from the barrel, hitting the security turret dead on, causing its lights to flicker and its circuits to short out. The station’s AI reacted immediately, pulling it back under the floor. But still the alarm rang out throughout the facility. Zero, as Neil, set off at a run through the corridor, just in time for a blast door to seal itself shut behind him.

Zero ran for a while, undisturbed, gun in hand, alarm ringing in the background. The corridor ran straight for a good fifty yards before making a sudden left turn. Zero rounded the corner and found itself face to face with four of the auto-turrets.

Eliminating security risk, four voices rang out, before suddenly being silenced by arcs of lightning. Keith stepped out of a side passage, gun raised, before recognizing his ally and lowering it, even as Zero raised his own weapon, recognizing the threat of death. Kill or be killed. Better you die than me.

“Neil, it’s Keith! I’m not gonna hurt you!” said the technopath frantically.

Not gonna hurt. Hurt is pain. Pain is death. Do not succumb to the absolute.
If entity is Keith, Neil is safe.

Zero lowered its gun, Keith relaxed his muscles. The nonentity stood facing the technopath in the intersection, staring blankly. Keith, expecting his ally to take the initiative, looked awkwardly around in case the station tried anything fishy. Seeing Neil was gazing off, probably thinking about something, possibly worried, Keith spoke up.

“Are you alright?” said Keith.

“Can’t go back there,” Zero said, shaking its head. The alarm continued to ring overhead.

Keith nodded, “Yeah, those things are everywhere, we should move.”

“Let’s get moving,” ZeroNeil agreed.

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  Quaetam on Wed Jun 06, 2012 10:48 pm

Spoiler:
td, where are you bro?

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Post  TD260 on Thu Jun 07, 2012 8:40 pm

Keith Nodded.

"Couldn't agree more."

The pair of them took off down the hallway. Keith looked over his shoulder and said to Neil "Hey, what happened back there?"

Neil looks at him with a blank expression on his face, then speaks.
"There's some crazy shit going down, we've got to get out of here."

Well thank you Captain Obvious.

Keith looks back at him, and says aloud "Alright then. It looks like you tripped some sort of alarm doing... whatever it was that you were doing."

Silence from Neil.

... Shit. Whatever happened has got him rattled... I won't press the point.


The pair ran on, until keith threw out his arm.

"Hold up. There's something weird about the floor up ahead..."

As he spoke, 4 metallic pillars rose from the floor in a rectangular shape.

"ALERT. ALERT. INTRUDERS DETECTED. ALL INTRUDERS WILL BE ELIMINATED. ELIMINATE. ELIMINATE."

"Son of a... Alright, get behind me."

"Keith, don't let your guard down!" Neil shouted, as the top of the turrets began to glow with a reddish light. Keith stepped in front of Neil, and flicked his wrist. A semi-transparent disc of energy appeared in front of him, as the turrets sent beams of light towards the two. The beams hit the barrier and were absorbed into it.

Keith smirked.
"My turn."
He pulled out a small object about the size of a dinner plate, and sent it into the box formed by the pillars with a flick of his wrist. Lowering the barrier, he stretched his arm then pressed a single button on his computer. The disc lit up and electricity arced between the four pillars. Keith paused for a moment, and satisfied with the results, walked forward and picked up the disc.

"You Shoulda oughta brought more gun, son." he said, with a slight chuckle.

Turning back, he gestured towards Neil.

"Come on, I'm not sure if that's going to permanently disable them. Best get a move on before we find out."

Neil followed, silent.

Keith muttered to himself as he walked down the hall.

"No, not here..."

"Not here either..."

"Ah, here we go."

With this, Keith knelt down and made a gesture with his hand. A small beam of light appeared over his index finger. With it, he cut into the wall in front of him. With another gesture, the light winked out, and he removed the plate.

Behind him, Neil spoke.

"What is this thing?"

Keith looked over his shoulder, and then went back to looking at the wires behind the panel.

"This may be the thing to give me an advantage this round."

Neil was silent.

Keith looked at the immobile figure, then shook his head.

"It's a camera system. Or, rather, part of one."

Still no response from Neil.

Guess he's REALLY not tech savvy...

Keith sighed.

"It watches everything and everyone in the station."

With that, Neil spoke.

"The others... Have you seen anything of them?"

A bit dense, is he? This is nothing like he was before... Whatever.

Keith sighed again.

"Not yet, that's why I'm mucking about in here. The only person I've seen so far is you. Here, hold this?"

Keith handed the section of wall he had cut out to Neil.

Neil took it, and said "What are you doing?"

Keith looked back at him, and shrugged.

"I should be able to take a transmitter and modify it to broadcast the system to my computer, allowing me a full range of vision on the station. That is, I should be able to as long as these wires don't catch fire. I know that rust isn't as much of a problem in space as it is on Earth, but damn. These wires are in dismal shape... The fact that they can carry electricity still is a miracle unto itself, not to mention the fact that they are somehow still running some sort of life support AND the self defense mechanism... The entire system is ready to just start shutting down. I'll need to add some hardcore patching in here... Jeeze. Stations like this should have some sort of repair droid... or something... Man. What a project this is... I could spend years in here just trying to bring it to the point where it's not about to explode..."

Keith kept muttering to himself as he worked, grumbling and griping about everything he could find fault with. Despite his complaints, he worked with the electronics with a patient and careful hand, caring for the system as best he could.

"But man... If I weren't in this stupid competition, I could make this place shine... Make it a really awesome station. If only..."

The light of excitement in his eyes dulled as he finished, and was replaced with one of slight sadness as he thought about the situation he was in.

Keith sighed.

"Alright Neil, I'm going to need that panel back."

Neil stared blankly.

"...What?"

............... More than a few bulbs short of a christmas tree then.

Keith rubbed his face with his hands.

"That thing I just gave you to hold. I need it back."

He stretched out one arm to take the piece of metal.

Neil gave him the metal, keeping that blank expression on his face.

Maybe his mind got screwed up in the void...?

Keith put the metal back in place, then passed his hand over his wrist computer, and the display flickered into life in front of him.

"Let's see if this works..." He said, eyes narrowing.

To his left, Neil shivered.

"Let's get moving." He said, obviously disturbed about something.

Keith looked at him, then back at the screen.

"Alright, alright, hold up just gotta.... There!"

On the display, a number of video feeds displayed themselves.

"Alright... Cameras don't show anything down here. We should move before someone proves them wrong."

"Gotta get out of here." Neil responded.

The pair set off down the hallway in silence, vigilant of the surroundings in case of additional security measures.

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  Vivian Vex on Tue Jun 12, 2012 5:42 pm

Spoiler:
I will be putting up a post in a bout 2 to 3 hours, maybe less depending on some stuff.

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  Quaetam on Tue Jun 12, 2012 6:00 pm

Spoiler:
Use color=black tags Viero Razz

On that note, TJ, where are you? I've been trying ot get in touch and talk to you about our upcoming posts :U

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  Vivian Vex on Tue Jun 12, 2012 6:22 pm

Spoiler:
Actually, I am going to have to take that back. I am in no mood to write for Terra. I actually have to be angry to write for him effectively, otherwise I go FAR to slow. And right now I am far from angry.

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  Avalanche on Wed Jun 13, 2012 3:48 am

Zelgius floated indignified trough the metal hallway. How the human had known to deactivate gravity by voice command was beyond him. What was worse, Zelgius was unable to undo the voice command because of his lack of one.
Zelgius had followed the human progress into the trap filled hallway, but never feld any pain or agony comming from him. Not only had the human been able to put him in this hummiliating position, he had gotten away with it. Zelgius wanted to make a sound of frustration, but was afraid the metal halls would carry it further then he intended. His plan to end this round swiftly had been delayed.

When Zelgius could reach the wall with his legs, he sunk his tallons deep into the metal to hold on. He quickly realized that walking on a 90 degrees angle was incredibly silly, and walked down the wall back to the floor, sinking his claws into the metal with every step. Carefull not to lose his grip, he made his way to the room he saw the Neil human disappear in.
Gravity had returned to normal in this room, and much to his disappointment here were no traces of blood or maimed human anywhere. It ruffled his feathers, as he looked around for traces of the human, who had long made his way out of the room.
Along with Aidrail and the Terrabeing, this human was now on his shitlist, but unlike those 2 Zelgius was certain he could take the human by himself.

Zelgius tensed up and spread his short flappy wings, using his telekinesis to move the spiked balls in the room move from their place and circle around him. It was taxing to hold so much at once, but if this round would end as fast as he hoped, it would work out. He followed the path the Neil human had token, the spiked balls smashing trough the walls.
The sound of a alarm bell rung loudly troughout all the halls.
"Equipment can't leave their designated rooms?" Zelgius thought, not particulary caring whether or not the sation would comply with his actions. His mood shifted however when wall mounted turrets started gunning for him. Zelgius started leaping out of the way of the bullets, thankfull for the defense of steel spikes he had taken, and arranged the balls in such a way that they effectivly created a wall between himself and the turrets.

If ostriches were capable of expression he would have smirked, as he used his mind to shove the wall of spikes and steel forward, destroying the hallway and its defenses, while Zelgius followed in it's wake, looking for a suitable target.

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  TheTJ on Sun Jun 17, 2012 3:29 pm

Neil staggered into the open hallway behind him, panting slightly. Jak was proving to be more than a match for Neil, both in strength and skill. It had been all Neil could do to keep his arms from being sliced to ribbons. Even then he hadn't been doing the best of jobs at that. Between almost being absorbed, drowning, the psychic barrage, and being diced like an onion, Neil was starting to get the impression that this might not be turning out to be the best of days.

Jak was in front of him now, silently swinging that machete around in smooth controlled arcs. At first Neil had tried to talk to him, try to get him to stop, but it was becoming apparent Jak was not going to give up. That's not to say Neil had given up on recruiting him, but talking and fighting gets tough to do after a little while. So the fight had gone on in near silence. Well, okay, there was the blaring alarm.

Neil was starting to seriously flag, if he didn't find a way out of here soon he'd lose this fight, but so far all the doorways had led to either more halls or some of those deathtrap rooms. Neil reasoned that Jak, being a soldier in the future or something (Neil hadn't really paid all that much attention past the names) Jak'd be familiar with them, giving him the edge. So Neil had stuck to the hallways. Problem was there wasn't a whole lot to change the game in the hallways, so far they had been undisturbed in their battle.

Neil took another step back and stumbled. He managed to regain his footing a bit, but still ended up falling against a wall to his right. Jak grinned to himself and prepare to strike the killing blow. Neil searched around frantically. To his right was a large pipe running from the ceiling to the floor. A small valve was within reach and Neil struck out desperately at it.

Neil landed the blow with the hilt of his sword. The valve broke off rather easily spraying Jak with a jet of pressurized steam. Jak screamed in pain and fury as he was blinded. Neil ran as fast as he could down the hall to his left. Behind him Jak shouted "Why does a space station have pipes filled with steam in the corridors?!?"

"Come on," Neil said, glancing over his shoulder, "When in sci-fi has a ship NOT had steam in it for some reason?" And with that he ducked around a corner. Already recovering Jak would be hot on his trail. Neil was starting to feel a bit woozy from blood loss, and staggered a bit and fell to the floor. He tried to get up, but his arms wouldn't support him. He lay facedown on the floor and waited for Jak to catch up, too out of it to care about his survival.

To his right Neil heard a small ding and a narrow opening appeared. Out issued several small, disc-like robots which swarmed over the trail of blood Neil had left behind him. Everywhere they went they seemed to leave a clear path behind them. There was a hiss from the small verticle doorway, no more than 3 feet tall really, as it began to close. Seeing this as his only chance, Neil rolled under the closing door. He felt it slam shut behind him and heard the whirring of the little bots as they cleaned the blood he had left behind from his barrel roll. Less than a minute later he heard the boots of Jak as they approached him.

Jak must have been following the blood because he stopped short of the doorway, muttered to himself and kicked one of the bots. Neil held his breathe, waiting for Jak to get tired and head off. Eventually he did hear the footsteps again, heading in the same direction, but this time slower... more deliberate. He knows I'm still nearby! Neil thought in a panic, almost giving himself away by scrambling to his feet. He would have done that if he weren't so weak. Instead he only managed to rock back and forth slightly.

Neil made himself wait and after a time Jak must have decided to go after easier prey and headed off at a faster pace. Neil counted to 100 and then slowly forced himself to his feet. His entire right side had been soaked in his own blood from the pool that had formed as he had waited for Jak to leave. I'll have to find some medical supplies thought Neil, reasoning there must be some on this station if it were for military training.

Neil took stock of his surroundings. He was in a dimly lit passage, barely wide enough to accomodate him. His shoulders brushed against either side and he had to stoop slightly to avoid the ceiling. The floor seemed to have charging stations for those cleaner bots. It was a wonder he hadn't been electrocuted while lying there. Maybe they were only active when the bots reurned?...

Neil shook his head. He was getting distracted. Right now his goal should be to find some first aid. He headed down the narrow passage, away from the direction Jak had last gone. Bleeding, hunted, and trapped in a wall out in space... No, I've definitely had better days than this.

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  TheTJ on Fri Jul 06, 2012 8:45 pm

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It's been about a month almost since the last post, and thanks to Snake's Gorblaxing all over the forums it got stuck on page two. Just bumping this up so we don't forget about it and it dissolves into oblivion.

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Post  SnakeInABox on Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:27 pm

The only reason why I gorblaxed was to put this on page two

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  Avalanche on Sat Aug 25, 2012 2:34 pm

(any chance this gets revived or resetted at one point?)

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  Quaetam on Sat Aug 25, 2012 2:37 pm

(as soon as game 20 is over I'll continue. So like... the next couple days really, depends how busy I am. Thought Ansem was planning something with you?)

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  TheTJ on Sat Aug 25, 2012 3:17 pm

King Avalanche wrote:(... or resetted at one point?)

And then the Minister declared "Do Over! Do over guys!"

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Post  Doctor Shulk on Sat Aug 25, 2012 3:51 pm

Homura resets the timeline. /bad Madoka Magica jokes

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  Weldar on Sat Aug 25, 2012 4:53 pm

King Avalanche wrote:(any chance this gets revived or resetted at one point?)
'

Feel free to go ahead and post any time, this thing stays as alive as you guys keep it.

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  TheTJ on Tue Feb 19, 2013 9:17 pm

Over half a year? Seems to me like we need a thread bump.

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Re: The Grand Brawl - Round 3: The Battle Complex

Post  Vivian Vex on Tue Feb 19, 2013 10:05 pm

I am swamped with homework right now. I will have to pick this up a bit later on (the 26th at the earliest)

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