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Between the rigors of the tournament, the fight with the robots, and her being attacked by the insectoid assassin, Klara was in worse shape then she would have liked to admit.

Suffice it to say, retreating North to the colder climate was exactly what Klara needed to get back in the game. The ride may have been a bit uncomfortable in the side car, but she was enjoying the company of all these fine warriors and they seemed to enjoy her presence as well, though that may have been because she had little interest in the prize money that Jonas had split among them.

Being back in Europe was a nice change though. The colder temperatures did a lot to restore her strength, and it was good to see the hills and mountains again. It wasn't entirely the same though; the last leader of the Germanic people she heard about was Charlemagne, and to say things had changed a bit since his day was putting it mildly. Along with Askin, who was equally curious about the state of the world since his time, Klara spent a lot of the trip exploring what had changed since her elders withdrew into their isolation. Most of which involved either the frost giantess or her new friend pestering Jonas with historical trivia or annoying passersby with odd questions about the Saxons and the Gauls.

Either way, the cooler weather was doing Klara some good. She still felt a bit weakened from the events in Rio, but she was sure that a few good spars and some stretches would get her back to her usual self again. Sitting in the side car (which turned out to be surprisingly roomy for the ice giantess; clear the wolf girl had some larger friends before she met Klara) as the bike trundled along, Klara flipped through the guide book that Jonas had kindly picked up for her a few towns back. Sure It was a children's book that Klara suspected Jonas only got so she would stop asking him so many questions, but it had some very useful information, even if it wasn't always entirely accurate.

"Why do these warriors wear horns?" Klara asked aloud, visibly perplexed by the appearance of the cartoon vikings in the book. "No warriors I heard of had helmets like this, they would be too easy to grab in a fight!"

Before she could comment further, something overhead roared so loudly that Klara nearly dropped the book out of shock. She looked up and easily spotted the steel gray behemoth flying overhead of the oncoming city, roaring flames erupting from its maw. Klara, her grip tightening on the book, recognized that shape immediately.

“Uh, I’ve never been to Germany before,” Brown remarked from inside of the car. “Is that super loud murder machine normal? Because I don’t think that’s normal.”

"....it is a travesty!" Klara boomed, her brow lowered in absolute contempt. "Such a crude and destructive mockery of a legendary creature! Whoever built this will have to answer for it!"

“We can’t fight that in the middle of town,” Askin piped in. “Is there any way to lure it somewhere else, force it to land?”

"I suspect we could lure it away by presenting a better target," Klara suggested. "I'm sure that's how the skraeling who built this aberration suspected the dragons acted!" She spat on the ground in disgust to prove her point.




Meanwhile, as the Sentai fighter was knocked out of the arena of the Japanese Championship, two figures slipped through the crowd, passing inches behind the girl with her motorcycle trying to strike up a conversation with Vanburen. Wearing loose monk robes that hid their features from view, the robed figure in front turned to the sky as the first drops of rain began to fall.

"Damn," she said quietly. "It has to happen now, during the fight?"

"Are you sure it is not just rain?" the second figure questioned in a deeper but still feminine voice.

"No, I recognize these signs," the first woman said, her pace quickening. "We must prepare."

"Then we may need more hands," the second robed woman suggested again. "If the Oni are as fearsome as you say..."

"Our hands will be enough my friend. If fortune smiles we may not even need to fight."

"I hope you are right, but still..." The second woman turned her head to look at the two fighters they passed, pausing slightly as she spotted Vanburen. "If they cannot be stopped here, we will need warriors to fight alongside us." Her eyes turned back to the sky as the rain began to fall harder, soaking into her robe.

Something told her fortune would not be on the side of peace today.
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"Ham 'ona stick! Get yourself some ham 'ona stick!"

Hank walked through the stands of the Local Tournament in Japan, with a tray strapped to the front of his chest, filled with meat on a stick. He felt like a fool right now. After losing his entire lard after the destruction of the Brazilian Fighting Cup at the hand of some robots, here he was in some Japanese town, at a tournament hardly worth mentioning, trying to serve food from a different country that he made from some stray cow. He'd been here for two hours, and hadn't sold a single thing. Honestly, he shouldn't have been surprised.

After watching some guy who looked like a 80's Sentai hero get his ass kicked by some kung foo girl, it started to rain. Great, Hank's situation just went from bad to worse. He didn't expect rain, which would've completely logged his meat. He needed to sell it and fast.

Hank realized that he just needed to find the right crowd. Most of the people here were Asian. There had to be some Americans here, who would've bought what he had to sell. Plus, it was in between matches. Plenty of time for people to hassle themselves and get some grub.







Rod entered the grey, featureless room. The only furnishings were three chairs and a table. Sitting at the table were... Damnit, he couldn't tell if either of those Nomads were guys or girls. He was a bit disappointed at only two. He guessed most of the Nomads who appeared at the tournament either got the hell out of Rio after the robot assault, or got killed trying to fight them all. Either way, he couldn't be a beggar. He had exactly one week to find SYM-04, or else the guys at the HQ would "recycle" him.

Rod cleared his throat "Welcome, uh... folks, I guess? Thanks for showing interest."

He slammed a briefcase on the table, and clicked it open. He retrieved a sheaf of papers, and flimmed through it, handing both Rosie and Sage the same pieces: A picture of "Jeremy Halvit", basic information about him, and instructions to retrieving him.

"This is the guy. Unless you live under a scientific rock, you know that we here at Horizon Frontiers are the leaders in Prosthetics and cybernetics across the world. This, Jeremy Halvit, was a man who agreed to be the test subject for a suit that would improve ones entire body! But, for reasons unknown, he went berserk, killed several people, and ran away in the middle of the tournament. Luckily, nobody seems to be talking much about him, thanks to the whole city still mourning all of the lives lost, as well as the Fighting Cup Stadium.
"We have no idea why he is so aggressive. Such a rampage is technologically impossible. The theories with the eggheads is that the sudden stress of a massive robot attack triggered some adrenaline response, which his suit reacted to.
But, that's not the problem. Right now, I need you two... uh, folks, to find him, detain him, and bring him here. We're willing to pay 5,000,000 US dollars, or any equivalent, if you can detain him without causing significant damage."


Rod suddenly slammed both of his palms on the table. "Any questions?"







The robot hadn't appeared for longer than five minutes and already it was causing panic. a missile had slammed right into it, and it hardly appeared phased. Two SYMBIOTES walked along the mountain trail towards the village. Not ran, walked. There was no way they could attack the dragon from this range.

One of them had thin-looking legs, but massive arms, and a single glaring eye, plated with blue armor almost like an actual machine. The other appeared much more lively, with jagged and ridged red and black armor, and a full pair of monstrous teeth, fixed into an almost permanent grin, as well as a large black dome covering it's many eyes.

The robotic SYMBIOTE, SMOLDR, held up "his" hand, signalling the pair to stop. It's big red cybernetic eye scanned the Dragon, examining it's entire body. But, then it's sight drifed to another object in the sky, humanoid, flying straight towards the Dragon. Intriguing. It's eye also scanned yet two other robotic entities, this time a young woman, entirely artificial, and a young man, partially cybernetic. Their original target was the supposed robotic army. One of these entities was bound to be associated with it. The Dragon was too high up to assault, as was the humanoid rapidly approaching it. They approached the cliff, a few yards away.

As soon as SMOLDR and his companion, POCOA, had made visual contact with the two, the Symbiotic duo ducked. POCOA had activated camouflage and moved to a better vantage point. SMOLDR stood and approached the android and cyborg, speaking in his buzzing voice.

"ATTENTION. YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND WITH HEAVY ARTIFICIAL COMPONENTS WITHIN BOTH OF YOU. DUE TO REPORTED DANGERS WITHIN THE AREA, SIMILAR TO SUCH A NATURE, I HAVE BEEN INSTRUCTED TO PLACE YOU TWO UNDER DETAINMENT, UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. SURRENDER, OR PSEUDO-LETHAL FORCE CAN AND WILL BE INITIATED."

As if to prove his point, SMOLDR'S claws detracted from his huge arms, curled into fists.

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Germany.



Looks like Lady Luck ain't too fond of the pair.

"Give me a break." Justin said with a roll of his eyes. A robotic... thing, decided to approach them. Deciding that they had something to do with this. It definitely didn't look like robo-police... in addition, this looked like the work of Abel. Or some kind of bounty hunters. Whatever. Didn't matter. They weren't getting Justin or Seven. But, both of them raised their hands, and decided to try to end this peacefully.

"Hey, we just got here," Justin started off. "We're trying to figure out what in the hell is going on." A yes and no kind of scenario. They were looking for Edward Gallo, who had something to do with the robots. Getting the money and Gallo's information would be a win-win for everyone.

The robots didn't listen, and Justin shook his head.

Seven, on the other hand, was concerned it was able to deduce she was a machine so quickly. This would be a problem down the line if they were able to identify her again! But, she had a plan. Since violence seemingly is the only solution and... due to the lack of ki, this was definitely a machine of some kind, they had no reason to hold back.

"Sorry love," Seven-Seven said, her left hand turning into a raygun-cannon of sorts, and charging up a huge ball of plasma energy very quickly. "I can't do that."

That was merely a distraction of course, and Justin caught up on it immediately as he leaped up into the air. His legs transformed and he threw a series of three lightning fast kicks that left ki slashes in the air. Going straight for the robot. By coming from two angles, he either had to retreat (and give them an opening to escape), or take one attack or the other.

Logic clearly wasn't this robot's strong suite, because it was messing with them.


Germany.



Brenda merely enjoyed her seat, with her headphones. Playing some bass heavy funk music, and nodding her head back and forth. Unaware of the antics her team was getting into.

Two weeks hanging out with them pretty much immunized her to their quirks and other acts of weirdness. Brenda shook her head. She was just waiting for the jeep to come to a stop. So, this is Germany? The furthest Brenda ever traveled away from home was São Paulo... she didn't like that place. She was close to dozing off, ignoring her team mates.

Of course, the massive roar wasn't something she could ignore. She immediately lifted off her headphones as she looked around... and saw a god damn robotic dragon flying around them. She raised an eyebrow, was it related to the bug that attacked the Stadium? That was a question for another time. With it being so high up in the air, she wondered if fighting it was possible.

"....it is a travesty! Such a crude and destructive mockery of a legendary creature! Whoever built this will have to answer for it!"

Klara shouted, and immediately earned an eyeroll from Brenda. She was definitely something if she thought that the most offensive thing about the dragon was that it was, well, styled after a dragon. Not that it was threatening to blow their damn eardrums out.

“We can’t fight that in the middle of town,” Askin piped in. “Is there any way to lure it somewhere else, force it to land?”

"I suspect we could lure it away by presenting a better target, I'm sure that's how the skraeling who built this aberration suspected the dragons acted!"

Both Askin and Klara wanted to fight the thing, and Brenda on the other hand, wanted no part of it. Especially when she glanced back, and saw that two people were going straight at it. "We may not even have to fight it!" Brenda shouted over the loud sounds of the dragon. "Someone else is beating up to the chase."


Germany.



While Seshat was flying towards the Dragon, suddenly a puff of smoke appeared above her. Followed by a heavy being landing on top of her.

"... Hey, hope you don't mind," Jaden cockily said as he stood on top of Sehat for a moment. "But, I needed a stepping stone!" He shouted as he leaped off with full strength (Probably pushing her off balance a bit).

He left behind a trail of afterimages, as he went straight for the dragon. If this thing was the worst of the problem in Germany, then Jaden was going to get paid big time! But, again, the robots were pocket change. Only thing was that he was after all the marks that decided to converge in Germany. So many bounties in one place! Jaden can taste the money already!

But, he made one step onto the flying monstrosity and kept that grin on his face. He fell off balance for a moment, before he grabbed both swords and jammed them into the back of the robot. He began a sprint, as he cut two massive divides in the robotic imitation, but, in response, the dragon flipped over mid air.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" Jaden said as he grabbed onto both swords for dear life. But, this shit was easy peasy! Hanging off the side of a bullet train was literally the first thing Jaden learned! He just couldn't... attack the robot, in the meantime. He shook his head, as he held on.

Still grinning, and waiting for his time to shine.


Japan.



While the fight was going on, Brooke swore that this girl was talking to a robot... thing? Straight out of Star Wars! But, the girl definitely wasn't around here. She looked like the girls straight from California, baby! She raised an eyebrow at the woman, before focusing back on the fights.

But, the woman decided to strike up a conversation, asking about the rain. Brooke smiled. She had to make a good first impression on this woman! Though, she wondered where Margot was!

"Of course not!" Brooke answered, "Real warriors fight anywhere, in any weather."

She flexed her arm, and grabbed onto her upper arm very tightly. Showing the bulging muscles, and laughing a bit.

"And I can tell that you're new to this," Brooke said. "Because only a newbie would ask about that... but, hey, lemme ask.."

She trailed off as she leaned into the woman's face.

"Are you competing, or watching?"


Brazil.



Sage sat with their legs and arms crossed, a very annoyed look on their face as the man, introduced as Rod, explained everything.

So, apparently it wasn't a machine... but, something created by these corrupt corporations. Sage should'a known during the fight with it in the stadium. They were quite annoyed by the deposition of the man, basically treating an angle like a common Nomadic thug. When he finished the explanation, Sage just sighed...

... And in an instant, Sage was standing straight up, and had a sword made of light pointed directly at the man's neck.

"Let me get a few things clear here," Sage spoke with cold furry. "I am not after money, and I am not interested in recovering the abomination your company has created." They said, and leaned forward a bit.

"That... thing... has killed many, many, innocent people," Sage snarled, "And as a servant of the lord, I cannot let a demon like that run amok, or get off without punishment."

The blade of light disappeared, and they put a hand on their hip, and turned around. Beginning to walk away, before giving Rod a look from over the shoulder that just screamed contempt. Harshly warning him.

"After I am done with it, I am going to be looking into your little corporation, clear?"
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All three attacks homed in on SMOLDR, who stood passively. As all three of the attacks hit him, they combined into one massive, ethereal blue explosion that enveloped the SYMBIOTE.

Moments later, when the light and smoke cleared, SMOLDR was still standing, with relatively few scratches on his blue armor. He was holding both of his massive arms in an X shape in front of his body. They were gloring orange and humming aggressively, dying down seconds after what would have been a devastating attack. SMOLDR lowered his arms, and glared right at Justin and Seven, despite having only one eye.

"YOUR ACTIONS HAVE BEEN FOUND POSITIVE TO RESISTING DETAINMENT. PSEUDO-LETHAL FORCE IS NOW ACTIVE."

SMOLDR lunged towards Justin as he fell back down, his arms glowing and vibrating once more. As soon as he was within range, SMOLDR threw a fist straight towards Justin's gut. Once it made contact, the pistons built into the fist would've rammed forward, pushing a second-impact onto the cybernetic boy.

Meanwhile, POCOA crept on all fours through the surrounding foliage, the only trace to it's existence being their camouflaged silhouette, watching Seven-Seven from a distance. Before the android could fire her plasma attack, POCOA let out a monstrous shriek as it lunged towards her. Just as she disabled camouflage, she swung down a clawed strike towards the girl.
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Germany.



Justin grit his teeth tightly, as he realized his record spin was... absorbed?

He didn't know, nor did he get the chance to question it as the metallic brute came flying towards him with a punch. He reacted quickly and grounded himself well, placing his feet deep into the dirt. When the punch came, Justin blocked the punch with both arms in an X. Using every bit of his might to hold back the blow. He grit his teeth as he pushed back with the same amount of force. Creating an impasse between the Cyborg, and the Machine.

"Someone doesn't know what pseudo means." Justin said, almost laughing at how corny he sounds.

Before Seven-Seven could retaliate, a sharp yell quickly signalled an attack from the side that she was not quick enough to respond to. She let out a yell as POCOA left several slashes into her stomach area. However, she had fired off the plasma ball as it was long finished charging... except she didn't know if it would hit Justin or the other robot.

She quickly turned to see a strange, red, machine... that she almost mistook for a spider at first glance. Right when the enemy machine landed, Seven-Seven deployed her machine gun. The only weapon quick enough for this situation. When POCOA lunged forward with an uppercut slash, she got a faceful of machinegun fire.
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Khan woke up to a blast of cold water. He flopped, and groaned, and broke through the haze of sleep like a defenestrated drunk.

“Hey, dummy,” came a voice. For a second, blotting out the sting of ice water running down his skin, Khan considered falling back asleep. Maybe the voice would go away.

Another blast of water, and he swiped blindly at the air, jerking upright again.

“You overslept,” the voice said again. He stared up at his agent from his place on the floor. She held an empty glass in either hand.

“You’re upside down,” he said.

“And you’re supposed to be at the tournament right now.”

She set down a glass, then picked up another from nearby and calmly doused Khan for the third time.

“Up! I’m up! Fuck. Jesus.” He turned over and slumped up, leaning his body more or less upright against the coffee table.

“You still have time to get to the arena before the winner is announced,” she said, tossing him a bundle of clean clothes. “Get showered, get dressed, get moving. I have a meeting with some guys from Toho, so try not to make a boob of yourself while mommy’s not holding your hand.”

“No guarantees. Obviously. You could’ve just let me slept in.”

Khan staggered to his feet, then gave a little bow.

“Great,” she said. Then, “Hey, Khan, chin up. This’s your moment. The schmoozing goes well, who knows, you might have a few more roles coming your way. Real roles. Smiling a little isn’t that big a price.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong.” He began removing his undershirt, then stopped, leaving it half-entangling him, like a seagull caught in a net. “I really have to go?”

“You really have to go. That’s what happens when you’re reviving a dead career. Smile for the press, kiss some babies, if you drown, don’t drag me down with you. Are you still drunk?”

“I have seven livers, Benny. It takes a lot to get me drunk.”

“Right. Okay, well, I take that as a yes. Just wanted to make sure I was right to take your keys.”

“What? I can drive drunk.”

“You will fucking not. Jog there, put that superstrength to good use, I’ll see you tonight.”

With that, she was gone. Khan dragged himself to the shower, took about fifteen minutes applying eyeliner, another fifteen getting dressed, and, when it was clear he couldn’t stall his way out of the post-tournament reception, found himself jogging through the Tokyo streets on his way to the tournament.

He had already set his mind to looking good and living with the drudgery of the press, unfortunately, when the rain came pouring down.




A tall woman walked down the street, though it was difficult to see her, as five enormous figures in badly fitted raincoats flanked her on all sides, little black umbrellas popped open over their heads. The rain was coming in fierce now, howling across the streets like the gasps of a geriatric giant.

Nearby, a car skidded across the slick asphalt, and the driver lost control. It went sliding towards the woman and her entourage. She gave no reaction, but two of the giants in raincoats dropped their umbrellas immediately and lunged forward, catching the car with their bare hands and shoving it out of the way.




“What the shit, what the shit, why—what the fuck—” Khan held a hand above his face to keep the rain from getting into his eyeliner, which was mostly successful, though less successful was using his swearing to ward off the rain soaking his clothes to his skin like glue. The rain pelted down on him, and it was unimpressed by his efforts to stay dry beneath overhangs and buildings.

“Twenty first century metropolis and they can’t get the weather report right. Witches in bumfuck nowhere huts in Siberia could tell me more about the godamn weather—“

A car, suddenly, came sliding out of nowhere from down the street. It wasn’t moving particularly fast, but it caught Khan in the stomach and knocked the wind right out of him.

Doubling over, he caught himself, then looked around, left and right and up and down. It didn’t take long to put two and two together. Reaching into a nearby recycling can and yanking out a crumpled up soda can, Khan shouted, “Hey! Watch where you’re throwing your cars, tincan asshole!”

He chucked the soda can as hard as he could at the mysterious entourage. Hey, they looked nomadish enough, right? Maybe an irresponsible use of his strength, but whatever, it couldn’t be that bad. Without giving them another glance, he turned in the direction of the stadium and made to hurry off.









Japan

Verga didn’t mind the easy money. She didn’t expect anything less, watching the tournament progress. She would be coming up soon for her first round, but no one especially impressive had made an appearance. Easy money was easy money was easy money, sure, though it was a little disappointing no worthwhile sparring partners made an appearance. A few strong ki signatures popped out here and there around the observers platform, but it had been a while, and Verga’s sixth sense couldn’t pinpoint anyone with exact accuracy. It seemed like the tournament would be, overall, disappointing.

But she couldn’t lie, there were moments of entertainment. Despite herself, Verga thought it was a little funny to watch one man strike the most ridiculous, impractical pose, balance up on the tippy toes of his left foot, then get punched straight over the towering marble walls of the arena and out into the street far outside. No visible reaction, of course—her face remained as unrevealing as the clear afternoon sky, blue and expressionless. Maybe in another life, she would’ve laughed. Instead, Verga popped open her can of lemonade and took a drink.

Seconds later, when the day went dark overhead, it was without fanfare. The clouds rolled in. The rain came down slow, then fast. Verga looked up. Her most minute senses had been dulled, and it was hard to tell anything specific with so many fighters and so much ki concentrated around the arena, but she could tell that something hung breathless in the air, like the sensationless half second after stubbing your toe, waiting patiently for the pain to come rushing up your body.









Germany

Askin clutched at his poncho. The wind from the roaring thuds of the dragon’s wingbeats was striking the jeep properly now, and it sent everyone’s hair and clothes go fluttering.

“Can’t imagine we get paid if a bunch of strangers take out the big boss,” Askin called over the roar of the fire and the howling wind. “And it probably won’t feel that great if they all get killed when we could’ve helped. Hey, I can only speak for me, but definitely not looking forward to that emotional baggage.”

Damn. It was so high up…a strange comet of light had gotten close, and another little dot that Askin could barely make out as a figure was glued to the dragon’s skin somehow. But their little party didn't have much in the way of flying.

“I can get maybe one person up there,” Askin shouted, fingering two seperate brass bottles. “Klara!” he called, leaning out the jeep window. “Pretty sure I know the answer here, but you punch pretty hard, right?”
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Having some time off was undoubtedly nice, even if it meant effectively babysitting. At least Askin and Brenda were both willing to help her get food and such. Askin more so than Brenda.She also took the time to figure out how they were going to get across the Atlantic, as well as time to process her cut of the payment from Jonas. Thankfully everything went smoothly until they neared the town.

"Look at the size of that thing!" She pointed to an upcoming exit sign. "That's it. Shouldn't be more than 15 minutes away," she shouted back. Speeding back up, she pulled ahead of the truck, the motorcycle quickly accelerating despite the passenger in the sidecar. The opposite lanes were full of cars, busses and trucks trying to flee the town, as well as some people who had stopped simply to watch the spectacle.

"We may not even have to fight it!" Brenda shouted over the loud sounds of the dragon. "Someone else is beating up to the chase."


Otsana looked over and saw the two figures already engaging the dragon. "Like hell they are," she muttered. She was about to gun it but she heard Askin talking to klara at the last second. Slowing down just enough to keep pace with the truck, she threw her two cents in. "Yeah I think I can get Klara and myself to the fight faster than you guys can. I was thinking about going on ahead and throwing our hat into the ring."




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Margot ran under the stands, water pouring off her cape and hat. She sipped at a warm can of tea, bought from a vending machine, as she searched for a local news stream, relying on her rusty Japanese. The good news was that the local internet was still working, the bad news was being broadcast on by a very nervous pair of variety show hosts tried to fill in until the proper news anchors.

"This just in from the Japanese Meteorological Agency: A storm warning has been declared over Tokyo and the surrounding prefectures have been placed on storm advisory. While they are trying to figure out how this storm developed so quickly, they advise citizens to take normal storm precautions. They also warn that the storm is spreading rapidly. While no state of emergency has been declared, it is prudent to keep listening for further updates. There have been reports the river water levels are rapidly rising, and heavy gusts are whipping up heavy waves."


The coverage soon degraded into the two hosts speculating on the weather, and eventually going back to their normally scheduled programming of reviewing a local cafe.

"Sounds like I won't be touring the city today." she muttered to herself. She headed back towards the arena. Thankfully the first match had just ended, and there was going to be a break before the next match started. Spotting Brooke, she walked up beside her and patted her shoulder, pulling another warm can of green tea out of a plastic bag. "Perfect timing, eh? What'd I miss?"
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"Yeah," Otsana's called back to Askin, "I think I can get Klara and myself to the fight faster than you guys can. I was thinking about going on ahead and throwing our hat into the ring."

She had maneuvered back to drive side by side with the jeep. Askin had no idea how they were making their way so quickly and nimbly on that thing with Klara filling up the sidecar, and then some. Must be a strong motorcycle. Or maybe Jonas cheaped out on the jeep.

"Here, I'll go with you," Askin called. Without giving it a second thought, he popped open the side door, asked Brenda if she could close it behind him, then took as strong a leap as he could manage to join Klara and Otsana in the motorcycle.
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Before POCOA could lunge upwards and scratch Seven-Seven, the android's arm turned into a machine gun, and started firing a full round right into the squatting POCOA. She held up her arms, blocking the large black glass covering her face. Her armor did a good job of blocking most of the flaming pellets as they bounced off of her, she was suppressed at point blank range.

SMOLDR was moved back as Justin blocked and shoved against his blow. He turned and saw Seven-Seven was shooting at POCOA, rendering her defenseless. Looking back for a moment at Justin, SMOLDR ran towards Seven-Seven, charged up his arm once more, and delivered a haymaker right into the robotic waif.

Once she was no longer suppressed, POCOA grinned at Justin, before activating her camouflage again. She crept up on Justin, and delivered multiple lacerations to his body, before her camouflage ran out of time.







Ivory hardly noticed the car that lost traction and would've ran right into her. She would have, had Commando not lunged to her side, and sent it flying.

The car must've almost hit someone, since she heard someone shouting angrily at her.

“Hey! Watch where you’re throwing your cars, tincan asshole!”

The well-dressed man then hurled a soda-can with great force towards Ivory and The Pioneers. She knew because it tapped her right in the side of the head. Ivory came to a complete stop, as well as The Pioneers. All five of their heads instantly turned towards the man who hurled the object at Ivory. Ivory turned to Ricochet, and gave the nimble Symbiote a nod, her faceplate glowing orange. Ricochet sprinted towards the now running man in less than five seconds, and positioned herself right in front of the assaulter, cutting off his path. Ricochet grabbed the man by his expensive jacket, lifted him off the ground, and tossed him back into a puddle of dirty rain. The rest of the pioneers had formed a circle around the troublesome man, with Ivory standing a few feet behind them. Looking directly at the fallen man, she made her demand clear with one simple word.

"Apologize."
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Within seconds of turning around, Khan let all thought of the strange entourage leave his brain, dwelling once more on celebrities and socializing and all the strange new expectations and possibilities invited into his life by one moderately successful movie. Then, something very fast and very heavy hit him like a hundred winning homerun baseballs. There was a blur of motion, and then Khan was pressed suddenly into a puddle of dirty rainwater, a harsh, spindly figure holding him down.

He was encircled by the four giants, mechanical face-plates glinting beneath the hoods. At the head of the group was a woman. Sort of. She was all sleek silver metal and soft white porcelain and long, razor fingers. Her face was blank and unrevealing. The rain slid off her without leaving any moisture behind.

"Apologize," she said, looking down on him.

"Hey, here's an idea—" Khan strained against the figure holding him down. There was momentary give, and then another of the hooded figures came down and placed a calm, crushing hand on Khan's sternum, holding him in place and pushing all the air from his lungs.

"Here's another idea," he said. "Maybe go throw yourself out a window—"

His twin hearts, at this, gave an enormous twin burst, pushing a sudden surge of strength through his body. He shoved, and the two figures holding him down were sent sprawling in opposite directions. And then, the largest of the figures stepped out of the circle and planted a huge foot the size of a garbage-can lid down on Khan's chest, breaking several ribs immediately. What followed was a chain of rambling swears and insults, ranging from, "Everyone who ever loved you was wrong" to "If you were a potato you'd be a shriveled up famine potato" and, not directed at anyone in particular, "And my coat is fucking ruined—"

Then, soon enough, Khan calmed down. The transition from rambling frustration to sudden coolness was as jarring as it was quick.

"Here's the thing, miss," said Khan. "I don't do apologies. That's not happening any time soon. I didn't apologize to the Latin Kings, I didn't apologize to Michael Keaton, and, for the handful of people who actually probably deserved one, no, no apologies there either. I think it would literally boil my soul, or something. So this is me hoping you're going to take charge and be the better person here, because I guess someone has to. Also you started it, and this is all your fault."
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“So friend, iz this your first time in Germany?”

“No.”

“Planning on staying long?”

“No.”

The moustached clerk maintained a warm smile and nodded as if he and the blonde haired man were old friends catching up with one another. It had always struck Voyt as odd how friendly the German people seemed to be, the business owners anyway, perhaps it was just a way to maintain a consumer base. Voyt still didn’t like it. Nobody was that happy.

“Can I use your bathroom?” Voyt asked with the same terse tone he’d maintained since he came in, the clerk didn’t seem to notice as he chuckled for no apparent reason and made a joke about oral hygiene before pointing to a thick wood door next to a row of energy drinks.

Voyt beelined for the door as the clerk laughed on behind him, quickly putting down the lock and breathing a small sigh of relief to himself. He relaxed himself and walked towards the mirror, taking off his bag and letting it thud to the floor as he did so. Voyt stared at his reflection, his dirty blonde hair really being the only indicating factor of who he was, had you seen him before, the cowboy ensemble gone, for now, and the dark paint around his eyes washed off.

Considering the climate wasn’t exactly suited to Voyt’s usual attire he didn’t complain much, though he felt naked without his mask, but if he wanted to distance himself fully from his usual appearance then he’d need to go a little further. Voyt took out a pair of scissors from his bag and draped his head over the sink,carefully snipping away the length from his hair, a process that went slow but Voyt’s typical steady hand and presence of mind made it relatively painless.

Voyt turned on the sink and let the water wash away the flecks of hair he’d left behind as he looked back up at his reflection, his hair now short and neat at the back, he wasn’t one for elaborate styles so Voyt parted the front of his hair to the side and left it at that. He bent down and pulled on his green bomber jacket and black gloves as he prepared to once again go out into the cold, but not before taking out his twin SAA’s and allowing himself a moment to enjoy holding them once more. He placed his guns into the specially fitted holsters in his coat and exited the bathroom,

Voyt braced himself as the clerk lit up upon seeing him again, a quip about Voyt’s new haircut began escaping from his lips but the gunslinger immediately tuned him out as he turned his attention to a TV mounted on the corner.

"This is Molly Schuler, and tragedy has struck at the Brazilian Fighting cup in Rio!" Molly started off. "Right when the first match begun, a horde of machines, descended upon the stadium, and caused a massacre. Destroying a majority of the stadium, along with the death of many civilians."

Molly cleared her throat as she continued.

"Brave MAVERICK soldiers fought bravely to ensure the contestants, and survivors get to safety, but it seems an explosive went off in the building." Molly started off. "Authorities are still looking for survivors."

She centered herself.

"MAVERICK is still investigating who is behind this attack, but it is believed to be either the work of the dreaded ZODIAC group..." Molly trailed off, as she pressed her earpiece, and turned to the side. "... We have received word that the two terrorists, Justin Haggar, and a woman who refers to herself as Seven, are the two behind the attack."

"These two are responsible for the destruction of MAVERICK headquarters, currently with a bounty of a trillion dollars," Molly started off. "Said bounty has doubled to two trillion dollars each. Seven is wanted strictly alive..."


It was a repeat, even though it had been about two weeks since Rio the incident was fresh on everybody’s minds, a bounty like that would be publically broadcasted on it’s own but the trouble at the arena had people from all over the world honing in on it. Anti-Nomad activists using the incident to further their campaigns, conspiracy theorists debating the presence and nature of the robots that attacked the place, a mass of voices crying over each other to make a point about something they never really understood. Voyt hadn’t been altogether pleased they’d essentially broadcasted his bounty for the rest of the world but then he wasn’t exactly their exclusive hitman, their way of reminding him he was a hired gun he supposed.

Voyt stared intently at the footage on screen, the fire raging across the arena as the remnants of that massive machine stood broken in the centre. It bothered him, he understood that, but he had more trouble comprehending why. He didn’t exactly order those robots to attack nor did he even aid them. Pushing the thought from his mind as quickly as it entered the gunslinger took a step outside, the polite farewell from the store clerk barely registering behind him.

Voyt was much more concerned with the metallic abomination blotting out the sky above him.

The clerk rushed out of his store and stood beside the cowboy, whereas Voyt’s typical indifference gave way to a slight frown the clerk’s jovial disposition changed to a mixture of awe and fear, he continued to gaze up at the beast while addressing Voyt, a touch of weariness undercutting his words.

“They never stop, they attack relentlessly and without warning… We have had no luck in stopping them.”

Voyt turned to face the man, he opened his coat slightly, enough to show the clerk the revolvers they concealed. Though unfamiliar with the concept, Voyt spoke with assurance, however vague it might have been.

“If I were you, I’d get outta here while you have the chance. Don’t look back and don’t stop for anyone but the people you care the most about. This, all of this. It’s gonna get a lot worse before it gets better. With the bounty out, there’ll be nomads coming from all over to break apart these things, just wait it out somewhere safe.”

The clerk looked at Voyt hesitantly before gazing once more up at the dragon, now seeming to carry a blot on the side of its wing as its roar pierced the landscape below. He stared back at voyt and gave a slight nod before walking in the opposite direction down the street, slowly breaking out into a jog and then a run.

Unholstering his revolvers, Voyt began walking down the street as several of the village’s denizens fled in terror from the scene. The gunslinger didn’t expect to find his targets among the ones fighting the dragon but perhaps he could find someone to point him in the right direction, besides, he hadn’t done undercover work in some time.
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Seshat had perhaps been too focused on the dragon to consider the possibility that someone might appear out of thin air over her head… Perhaps. She liked to think she was ready for anything, but such things were easier said than done when Nomads were involved. Regardless, she could work with this.

“Ah, yes!” Seshat said as she corrected her course. “Give me a moment, we shall take it down together!” She focused, increasing her speed slightly before the ninja leapt off of her and sent her spiralling out of control.

If she were human, and had eaten recently, her visor would have likely been covered with bile as she spun and tumbled through the air. Instead, she only felt a desire, deep within her core, to strike this man across the face as hard as she could. But that was not her path… In addition to the fact that he was far beyond striking distance. She managed to right herself before she reactivated her boosters, sailing back towards the dragon. The oaf had managed to get it to turn on its back, but not without losing his own footing.

Seshat had gotten close enough for a landing, and the whining and crunching of strained metal could be heard as she disengaged her boosters and stuck a landing on the dragon’s robotic underbelly. She could attack the joints of the wing, perhaps overload this layer of her armor and dissolve a chunk out of its body in the explosion, but it was close enough to the village for her to worry that the carcass would crash into it. She wouldn’t harm an innocent… Not as long as she still had options. She peered over the side of the dragon, looking down at Jaden with a somewhat disdainful expression hidden behind her visor.

“Ninja!” The golem roared over the various noises of the dragon and the wind. “If you actually had any sort of plan to bring this down, I urge you to wait until I have led this machine away from the village!” She turned and broke into a sprint as she made a mad dash for the dragon’s head, vaulting over the ridges and contours in its body as she needed to. She leapt onto its neck, haphazardly peppering the bottom of its head with fire from her rifle as she neared it. Like clockwork, it began to crane its neck upwards (at least, upwards from Seshat’s perspective). Perfect.

Her armored hand clawed itself around the tip of the dragon’s head in a vice grip, and she leapt over it as an orange glow appeared around it. She raised her shield, the ankh on her shoulder glowing intensely as the shield itself flared a blue light in front of her. The dragon’s flames arced around it, being diverted and reflected in all directions around her as she quickly fell out of the way of the cone of flames and went into freefall in front of it, reorienting herself with her back towards the ground as the boosters on her back opened once more.

And she shot forwards, regaining the beast’s ire with another couple of shots to the head. She twisted and turned out of the way of its attacks until she was sure that it was firmly focused on her.

“Is this what passes for an automaton these days?!” Seshat taunted, turning to the side with the dragon following close behind. She shot another burst at it, just to be sure it wouldn’t get distracted by something else. At the very least, she had managed to draw it to a less worrying position.




Japan.




Jill nodded as the other woman showed off her muscles, perhaps paying a bit too much attention to them, but she looked back up once the conversation started back up, leaning back slightly as the woman leaned towards her. She was a friendly one, alright…

“Oh,” Jill said, a hint of nervousness in her voice. “I’m competing. Wouldn’t be all dressed up if I wasn’t, you know?” She lifted the end of her costume’s bright scarf from her side and let it fall back down behind her to accentuate her point before gesturing to her bike, her helmet hung on one of the handlebars. "Probably wouldn't lug that around here, either." Pit Stop chirped in response before returning to silence.

“I’m no stranger to a good tussle,” She admitted. “Comes with the job and all that, I just never got around to competing in a tournament or anything like that...” Of course, she’d watched more than her fair share of them ever since her childhood. Especially the recordings of the matches with other Justice Riders in them.

“The name’s Jill, by the way,” She added. “You’re competing too, I take it?” As she finished asking, another familiar-looking lady came through the crowd and said a few words to her new acquaintance. Jill gave Brooke an expectant look, hoping for some more introductions.
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Even though SMOLDER was quite... cunning, at the end of the day, he was a stupid robot.

Justin knew he was up to something when he turned his head away from him, and towards Seven. He grit his teeth as he used all the strength these damn cybernetics granted, as he pushed up against the bastard's raw, brutal, strength. Hoping to hold him back. But, SMOLDER quickly shoved Justin into the mountainside as if he was trash, he smashed against the wall, but he could spit out the warning,

"Seven, look out!" He shouted, as he quickly bounced off, and recovered with relative ease as he rushed towards Seven, his hand transforming.

The bullets weren't effective, but Seven-Seven was merely using them to suppress the machine as she got some distance from the thing. Part of her wanted to quick-boost out of here before it gets uglier, but she heard Justin call out her name, and her eyes shot wide as she saw the gigantic SMOLDER over top of her. If she was capable of instinct, it would show in this moment as her lower body transformed in a vain attempt of dodging the blow from SMOLDER. But, it hit her in the side, and sent her flying. She cried out in pain, as she landed on her side. Her lower-body still transformed into a jet.

"Seven!" Justin said as he stuck a hand out. At that moment, he received a sudden barrage of blows, and grit his teeth. His armored cybernetics, and natural ki guard, took most of the blow. But, he was getting pissed. "Alright you bastards!" He shouted as his fist transformed, glowing with a bright blue ki.

"I've had it to here with all of you! Hammer!" He slammed his fist hard as he could into the ground, and sent out a shockwave, an explosion of ki. Powerful enough to root out his invisible foe.


Japan.



"Brooke Vanburen," She introduced herself with a smile. "Course I'm here to compete!"

Competition just ran in her genes. From her father, to her mother... eventually to her children once she gets to that point - but, for now, the spirit of competition filled her with an undying passion to win. At least this tournament. She didn't get a good chance to fight between the titty cow, and the dictator bitch, but hopefully, she'll win this time! If the obvious weaknesses of this style aren't that apparent.

"Maybe you heard of the Vanburens, we're big deals in the competition scene!" Brooke cheerfully responded, then Margot walked up, and Brooke smiled. "Well, you just missed the first and most important fight!" Brooke said as she playfully wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"But, don't worry, you didn't miss any of my fights," Brooke play-whispered to Margot, then turned to Jill. "And, oh yeah, I made a new friend. Jill, Margot - Margot, Jill." She smiled.

"When's the next fight anyway? I've been waiting for my turn!"


Germany.



Plan?

Now the jackass in the robo-suit has the gall to talk down to the mighty Jaden Raldo as if he was some dumbass in over his head? He rolled his eyes, before that cocky look returned, "I got a plan," Jaden replied. "Take it down!" He swung his body, throwing himself on the other side of the dragon as he pulled himself out. She was right, they had to lure it away from the village (Or they're would be no one to pay Jaden!), but he also knew that working with this person was bound to create confusion when it got down to the paycheck.

He landed on the other side of the dragon, and noticed that it was breathing fire into her as she dodged. She caught it's attention, and Jaden knew there wouldn't be another opportunity more golden! She fired a few shots, and Jaden did the same thing that he did earlier; jam his blades into it's body, and ran with the speed of a ninja. Sparks and flames erupted from its being as Jaden ran all the way to it's head. The damn brain has to be around here somewhere... but he had to take out a loose end.

He jumped up into the air, and did the teleportation pose and disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Again, he appeared in front of Seshat, and quickly did his divekick straight into her face.

"Sorry, babe!" Jaden said. "I ain't in the sharin' mood!"
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Hot on the trail of that bitch and her limp dick boyfriend, The One switched between dashing along the desolate landscape to rocket boosting his sweet ass over obstacles, whether they be small fjords or the corpses of cars and robots alike. Grasping his stick, he stuck the landing as he smashed his foot down right onto the head of a shitty robot, crushing it whole as he wiped his finger across the brim of his hat.

"Hmph, not fucking surprised," he hissed, frowning as he squinted at the mess of mangled metal and wires he left behind. Scrunching his nose, he gave the piece of trash a quick punt, causing it to tumble and ricochet into a car that was missing its roof.

He didn't know where the others were, but once he caught track of this mechanical whore, he knew he couldn't just let it slide... sure, he could of fucked them up in Rio, but hell, there was too much shit going on down there!

The One might of gotten interrupted by some fuckboi amateur's... though he did beg to wonder why they were going there... what did Seven-Seven have out here in this fucking beautiful place?

He began running again, scanning the landscape in the coming ski season. It would be a truly wondrous place, if not for the cannibalized cars, destroyed robots, and array of other things that ruined the natural landscape. The One sighed, shaking his fucking head as he began running up the slope of a hill.

The closer he got to the village, the more the "road" he was traveling on became pervaded with the same mechanical failures and ruined vehicles.

However, as he moved, there was a sudden roar that shook the whole area around him, catching him a bit off guard as the sound reverberated. He paused for a moment, ducking behind a tipped over truck as he held onto his fucking hat. "The fuck is that noise," he whispered to no one in particular until he crept from his hiding spot...

... only to find a huge ass dragon diving down on a cliff.

"... I swear to shit, if that's another one of the Pariah's fuckbuckets," he hissed venom from his lips as he squinted, quickly identifying the flying mechanical "myth." The One shook his head, muttering to himself as he snatched the hat off of his head and quickly rocket jumped over his hiding spot...

And then, once more he deviated a little from his original direction, dashing to the side... but not before noticing something exploding beside it.

... ok then, either someone brought a stupid ass rpg, or...

"Or..."

The One grunted as he began running up the side of the of the cliff... or what was left of it. He kept using his top hat to constantly rocket jump, speeding up the process of reaching the top of the remaining fucked over cliff...

Once at the peak, he began overlooking the quaint little town, but not before spying something...

And what was that he fucking spied?

He spied two fucknuggets at the bottom of what was left of it all...

And to go along with that he spied another tool approaching his targets! This was the fucking thing he was exactly worried about in a sense! While he did want to suspect it as a part of the menagerie of rusted failures, these were another special type of stupid...

These weren't a part of the Pariah's collection and they were certainly not like the other bucket of fucking bolts... hmm...

The One kept himself concealed on top of the cliff, waiting to see what they would do...

... and wouldn't ya fucking know, they began fighting. Oh fuck no, he was not going to let them fight his prey! He had to act fast, as the battle was already beginning... and as it turns out, there was another fucking robot! And wouldn't you know, it just had to go and fucking harm Seven-Seven! No, only he was allowed to take down the rest of their god damn line!

Breaking into a sprint he jumped off the side of the cliff, tossing down his walking stick for when he needed to pull off a slick as fuck hit on one of the shitcans!

Grasping his hat, he watched as his stick swiftly planted itself in the ground, albeit in a somewhat crooked manner as the battle shifted! Now it was the clunky fat fuck robot trying to destroy her with his god damn chode arms!

Looks like he wasn't going to be exploding any stupid stealth bots today... but the tanky looking one did retardedly prime itself for getting a fucking sick back attack! Bitches like this tin can deserved it, especially after he slammed into his target!

Before The One even landed on SMOLDR, he had already shot out a couple of slow moving rockets directly at the left joint as The motherfucking One made he descent. While he did end up passing the multiple missiles, he did manage to fall behind the big dumbfuck of a robot... and what happened per say? Did he fucking die from hitting his head on the ground?

Nope! He's too damn cool to go out like this of course!

Instead, he quickly propped his hat onto his head before pointing two of his fingers at the ground in a gun like fashion before quickly firing the two sound-waves from his fingertips. To combo along with that, he let out his bread and butter move out!

"Hey dickweeds, fuck off," his amplified and damaging screech reverberated loudly as the two sound-waves making contact with the ground behind that faggot of a robot (aka, SMOLDR), as he was bounced back up a bit.

Along with that somewhat damaging move, his rockets exploded not only behind him, allowing him propelled forward, but they also blew up in between those thin metal rods in that kept the limb attached to the metal torso. Everything would of gone smoothly if this teenage metal fuck didn't cause a minor tremor around him, causing his stick to rebound up!

He thought he firmly embedded it into the fucking ground too!... augh, fuck...

While the one did manage to procure his stick, he wasn't able to react fast enough to avoid flying directly at the blonde bitchboi, head first as he snatched his top hat from his head.

"God damnit!"
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Rosie glanced around the room with his legs crossed as Rod talked, practically dying from the lack of contrast. He was paying attention to what the man was saying, but it was pretty difficult to tell as he flipped through the various papers he was given with a disinterested look in his eye. He’d accepted some seedy-looking jobs in between sales in his time, but finding a flyer of all things, for a corporation as important as these guys were making themselves out to be?

It was… quaint.

He raised an eyebrow as his “partner” raised a sword to Rod’s neck. A sword of light. Holy light. Things seemed like they were definitely going to get interesting…

The demon rose to his feet as the angel turned away. He walked behind Rod and leaned over his shoulder, speaking into his ear with an eerily soothing whisper.

”Here’s my little issue,” Rosie said softly. ”I’m not exactly sure, but I’m getting the distinct impression that you know exactly what’s going on here, and that you’re withholding some information from me. Now, I don’t really care about what exactly it is you’re doing with your little science experiments, but you do. And I care about that five million dollars. So if there’s any information you’re holding onto that can help the both of us, well, that would just be silly, now wouldn’t it? I’ll try and keep the angel from complicating things too much.” He pulled out his phone and gestured to Rod with it for a moment, before he receded and put a hand on his hip, walking next to Sage before looking back over his shoulder.

“Actually,” Rosie added, as if his previous little exchange had never gone on. “They raise a good point. Can you define “significant damage?” I have a tendency to play rough…”
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The first thing Calvin learned in Germany, was that they really knew how to make their sausage.

Two weeks ago, he'd split up with Lucy, after she was picked up by a MAVERICK transport, that threatened to arrest him if he didn't stop insisting he "tag along". So, after seeing on a TV how a mountain town in Germany was getting hammered by Robots, much like the ones that destroyed the Fighting Cup, he got the bright idea of "borrowing" a ride on a cargo ship, with an IOU and everything.
The town was up in the mountain, yet didn't look too damaged. But, the surrounding forest had multiple fallen robots, with ashes still fresh in the air. It was obviously a battlefield, that he guessed a bunch of people had died defending. So, he decided to return to the town, and hunker-down until the next robot attack occured.
But, apparently something Calvin and Robots have in common is never being in a hurry. He'd been in this town for three days, and not a single attack happened. So, here he was now. Eating a sausage that he bought with five bucks off some thug who tried mugging him, waiting for the army to bust by. But then, he heard a giant metallic roar, followed by panicked murmuring. Up in the sky, Calvin saw a giant dragon flying through the air, with some smaller humanoid object flying straight towards it. It looked like that was his cue... But how was he supposed to hit it from all the way over here?






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"I see..." Ivory calmly nodded.

"But, I was not the one who hurled the car towards you. That would have been Commando, who I am sure is very sorry. Nevertheless, I did not "start this" conflict." Ivory nodded towards Commando, who nodded also. Ivory turned back to Khan "But, you throwing your can at me was balanced out by Ricochet ruining your jacket. That was, as I have been informed, known as an "Eye for an eye", even if I would have preferred a less... forceful method of retribution. Yet, you have revealed to me an opportunity."

Tortuga slowly walked behind Khan.

"If what you say is true, and you do not even apologize to those who you have truly wronged, and thus deserve one..."

Tortuga's big thick hand grabbed Khan by his now-ruined jacket from behind, and lifted him up.

"Then I suppose I may delegate some of my time towards teaching you a lesson in apologizing."

Tortuga hurled Khan towards a parked van. The crowd on the sidewalk took a step back, murmuring in shock. Ivory's face glew orange, as did the faces of all five Pioneers.






Germany
SMOLDR slowly walked towards the collapsed, transformed Seven-Seven. Both of his arms glew orange as he approached her. POCOA slashed up Justin, keeping him busy.

"YOU HAVE USED FORCE FAR TOO LETHAL FOR SIMPLE RESTRAINT. THEREFORE, NECESSARY SUBDUING TACTICS HAVE BEEN AUTHORIZED." SMOLDR's electronic voice buzzed. He picked Seven-Seven up off of the ground, wrapping his thick metal claws around both of her arms. He looked her straight in the eye as he began to pull them away from her torso. Just as he was about to subdue her, he heard a third voice from behind him.

"Hey dickweeds, fuck off," moments before a powerful soundwave collided into him, forcing him to Drop Seven-Seven. Before he could collect his bearings, a barrage of missiles collided into him. Two of them hit directly at both of the exposed joints between his arms and body, blowing one of his arms clean off, and detaching the other in every aspect except for four wires attached to them... Which quickly severed. As if he didn't suffer a hard enough blow, Justin created a powerful shockwave, which not only toppled him over, but also blew off a few plates of his armor, exposing his hideous, biological skin. After several missile blasts, he was completely shrouded in black smoke, atleast hiding his giveaway disfigurements for a few seconds, if not a minute.
POCOA was also knocked away by Justin's hammer wave, forcing her camouflage to disable. She collided into a tree, but was mostly unharmed. She saw that Seven-Seven was disoriented, if only temporarily, Justin was still standing, a third well-dressed gentleman had appeared, and her partner, SMOLDR... was dead. Her night vision activated, showing that her comrade had both arms removed, as well as several plates that exposed controversial biological mass. This battle was obviously lost. POCOA activated her camouflage, and leapt away fleeing.






Rio
Rod flinched as Sage summoned and pointed a sword right towards his throat. Their voice had a sense of being "High and Mighty", acting like they knew what was going on, and that they could so much as grasp the scale Horizon Frontiers functioned on. The other guyl, Rosie he thought it was, got up and pretty much repeated Sage's behavior, but in a soothing whisper, asking politely if there was anything they didn't know. And then there was the question as to "significant damage".

"Well, Significant damage would be anything that can't be fixed with a few hours of hard science. So basically, try to keep him in one piece, and don't tear any holes in his armor. His entire body is bonded to that suit, and he'll die if anything is exposed. Don't crack his visor, and don't rip off his tail. Okay? Good luck."

Rod waved them off as they walked out of the room. Once they were clear out of earshot, he turned on the TV in the upper corner. The outdoor camera showed that they both walked into the street, and out of view. Rod sighed, turned off the TV. He pulled up his chair that fell over as Sage threatened him, and sat in it, face in his palms.






Rio

The Slums of Rio didn't just have trash, they were trash. The streets were full of litter. The river in the ditch below was completely logged with garbage. Atleast two men were standing in it, impaling trash with sticks and putting it into bags. As they worked in the river, they made their way towards a bridge over the river, which was more squalid underneath than the rest of the river combined. One of them men pinched his nose as they approached. Once they were both underneath the bridge, a metal scorpion tail slowly lowered itself, and suddenly curled around the arm of one of the men, pulling the poor screaming fellow up into the dark corner. The other man defenselessly pointed his quivering stick towards the darkness, as the sounds of violent drilling emanated. After a few seconds of silence, a shriveled husk of his friend dropped from above.
Next from above, a suit of armor plunged, with the same tail that abducted his friend curling up, before lashing at the man. Yet before it penetrated his stomach, before coming to an abrupt stop.
SYM-04 stood there in suspended motion, his armor covered in dirt, garbage, and stain from water. A few cracks lated his armor, here and there.

WHY


AI Repair has been completed. Now starting...

NO


An Error has occured. Restarting AI...

"NO!"


75% Active... Please wait...

"NO! SHUT UP! GO AWAY!"
SYM-04 shrieked out loud, clutching his head. A deep, primordial darkness poured in from behind SYM-04. He tried to sprint away from it, yet it kept growing after him. As he escaped underneath the bridge, the darkness poured upwards as well, stretching infinitely, and faster, as it pursued the rogue Symbiote. A black hand lunged out and grabbed SYM-04 by his leg, tripping him. More black hands came out, stretching an unnerving distance and grabbing a part of SYM-04. They began to pull him into the darkness. SYM-04 screamed as the darkness subsumed him, absorbing him. The abyss wrapped around him, the trash-ridden slum, the blue sky, everything... All replaced by the oppressive darkness.
He wanted to fight. But the Darkness had a complete grasp over him. A single light appeared in the darkness, far away, yet right close to SYM-04. It took shape, resembling SYM-04, but without the damage and decay he wore with indifference.

"AI Reboot complete. Now heading to the nearest installation of Horizon Frontiers...

NO NO SHUT UP SHUT UP LET ME GO I HATE YOU I WANT TO KILL YOU LET ME GO I WILL KILL THEM ALL
SYM-04 screamed in pointless defiance. He knew how to keep the bad version asleep. He just had to hurt himself, and he would go away. But he couldn't move, only speak. SYM-04 let out a vicious scream that slowly increased in volume, until it deafened any passerby. Eventually, SYM-04 felt his "ear drums" pop. Just that small change in volume receeded the darkness, just enough for him to rip his left arm free, and stab himself in the gut, penetrating his own armor and stabbing his gut. The dark hands let him go, and Jeremy Halvit looked startled.

"SYM, please. If you keep this up, they are going to--"

I DON'T CARE I HATE YOU I'LL KILL THEM ALL IF THEY COME
SYM-04 snapped. Jeremy Halvit sighed, accepting defeat before the void completely disappeared.

"Very well. Let's see how long you can keep this up. Just know that eventually, you will be caught. Or better yet, you'll die, and they will pry me from your "consciousness", as Horizon Frontiers are polite enough to call it. Even if you can run forever, you won't be able to hurt yourself at one point. And then I will have the opportunity to return."

The darkness completely receded, leaving SYM-04 sitting alone, in the polluted river. The other man had escaped. SYM-04 would have to move again soon.
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Seshat twisted and turned out of the way of another wave of fire, charging her laser cannons as she twirled before angling herself and shooting it right in the face. She really wished she had a few more Options to take this thing down right about now… She took a couple more potshots at the dragon with her rifle before she noticed a familiar puff of smoke above her head.

She was ready for it this time, raising her shield. The blue field of energy repelled Jaden’s kick, and while it sent Seshat downwards, she didn't lose control as she did last time. She looked up at the ninja, definitely ready to punch him in the face now.

“Babe?” Seshat repeated. “Sharing? What in the world could you...” She put two and two together and managed to become exponentially more pissed than she was a few seconds ago.

“OF ALL THE SELFISH, MOST IDIOTIC-” Seshat roared, aggressively spinning in midair to prevent the ninja from hitching any more rides on her while firing her rifle, spraying bullets in all directions. She stopped and moved to the side once she heard the dragon fire another burst of flame. Hopefully she could find some way to get this idiot out of her hair for a while, she really didn’t want to be dealing with both of them at once.
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"K.O..." Justin said underneath his breath as he stood straight up.

His arm transformed back into it's usual shape as it let out a gust of steam. He looked around, as his final attack did as intended and drove off those robotic assholes. SMOLDER was, well, smoldering, and the other one dipped, so that just left the two of them... and their new friend. Justin gave him a look - and that was a curious look because he looked quite... strange. He was pale, green eyed, had a goatee, and an attire so outdated that Justin almost thought it was funny.

He ignored the dude for a moment as there were two things he had to check. First being, "Seven, are you-"

On cue, Seven-Seven propelled herself up using her jump jets, before her lower body transformed back to normal. She smiled as she said, "I am not easily disabled," She laughed, even as sparks were bouncing off her body. "You do not have much to worry about."

He nodded his head as he turned to SMOLDER. He had to investigate this guy. It didn't look like one of Abel's robots, but he had to check. He knelt down, and carefully scanned the machine using his hand - then he felt something fleshy. Well, not felt, but there was something undeniably organic about SMOLDER. He was surprised for a moment, before he shook it off. He'd think about it later. There was probably more of them out there, and he didn't want to take any chances on whether or not they're linked.

One last thing before he left, he turned to the newcomer and crossed his arms, "Well, don't really got a whole lot to say other than thanks," Justin started off as he looked at the stranger. "We have things to do, and it doesn't involve fighting more of those freaks."

His hands transformed, as Seven's lower body did the same. He looked over his shoulder at him.

"I'd leave if I were you."


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Right when the last word left Brooke's mouth, the rain picked up drastically.

It was almost like they were in the middle of a damn hurricane. Brooke's sparring gear was getting soaked. She couldn't see much ahead of herself either. "Yo!" Brooke shouted. "What in the hell-"

Suddenly, the wind got impossibly strong, and Brooke was almost carried off. She grabbed onto the railing, but that didn't do her much good, as the whole stadium was getting torn apart by the freak weather conditions. A tornado had formed around the stadium, and it was tearing it apart piece by piece.

Everyone screamed as the place was being destroyed, and that wasn't even the epicenter of the storm. The streets of Tokyo were also ravaged by the storm. As buildings were destroyed and collapsed in on themselves.

Dark eyes moved in the shadows, watching.
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Margot barely had time to look at the other woman. "Oh, I know you, you're—" It felt like someone dumped a bucket of water on her. She'd barely registered what'd happened as the storm roared, wind throwing her cape over her head.

People screamed around her as she was buffeted, eventually bumping into something and falling to the ground. Her mask displayed an alert that the government had just declared a typhoon alert. After a few moments of struggling she got her cape off her face, her hand keeping her hat from flying off. Staying low and holding onto the railing, she worked her way back to Brooke and Jill. Already the building creaked ominously. "What's going on with this weather?" she shouted, "We need to find shelter!" Sirens wailed in the distance as people stumbled around, making their way to emergency exits before the entire place collapsed.
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Khan's vision spun. He spat blood from his mouth. The muscles along his back twanged and groaned. Lessons, he thought, as the faces of the entourage sparked with orange light. No, never very good at that either.

He ran a hand through his hair, taking a long, calming breath. Benny didn't like him getting into fights. Post-fight, lying bruised, drunk, and half-unconscious on the sidewalk, he usually wasn't a fan of them either. Another calming breath. Then, clenching his legs, another powerful, united pulse of his three hearts rocked Khan's body, and he shot forward like a cannonball, a wide, angry tackle aimed straight at the tall woman in the center of the group.

Yet, Ricochet leapt into the air, igniting her leg as she performed a side kick straight into Khan as he lunged towards Ivory.

The heel of her foot slammed into him at rocket-speed, and they went spinning sideways like an out of control helicopter, hanging in midair for a moment before crashing and sliding across the asphalt. It was the pointy figure with the mohawk who'd held him down earlier—she managed to land somewhat gracefully, but Khan, who'd fallen like a sack of marbles, grabbed her leg as he landed and yanked in blind anger.

Ricochet grunted as she was yanked to the floor. Babbling in some gibberish language, she ignited her leg, forcing Khan to cease contact.

The blast of heat forced him back, and he scrambled away, pulling himself upright. He could barely orient himself, the pounding rain made everything turn into shadowy streaks. There might've been a crowd watching, somewhere nearby, or maybe the streets were empty, or full of ghosts. You can't have a religion without a flood, some part of him thought mildly, as the rest of him swung thoughtless punches at what he thought to be the hooded entourage.

All five Pioneers ganged up on Khan, throwing random blows at him, or in Powersaw's case, viciously poking him. Ivory watched their assault, as the Frog man tried desperately to fight them all off. Ivory held up a single hand, forcing them all to stop and grab his different limbs, pinning them to the ground. Commando and Ricochet had grabbed his arms. Tortuga had pinned both of his legs down. Haunt held a poisoned claw right up against Khan's neck, daring him to budge. The center showman, Powersaw, stepped forward. One of his four blade-hands had begun rapidly spinning like a powersaw, with complementary ear-piercing screeching. Powersaw squatted down over Khan, holding his saw above his chest, yet not directy over. Ivory "stared" straight into Khan... Even though she had no eyes, much less a face. She said the simple command to the punk once more.

"Apologize".

He could barely hear her over the whine of the saw and the whistle of the wind, but it wasn't hard to get the gist of what she'd asked. Every time he gasped for cold, soaking breath, Khan felt something sharp dig up against his neck, just barely keeping from breaking the skin. Chest heaving, lungs straining. The sound that came in from all directions seemed to slowly flatten out Khan's anger, which melted out into the dirty Tokyo streets like watered down cheese. He looked up at her, the tall, silvery woman, then let his head fall back down onto the asphalt, with the air of someone falling into bed after a long day of work. What was he even angry about, earlier? Oh right. He was going to miss the press conference. Schmoozing with fighters and celebrities, a shining little ray of light full of promise and salvation.

Then, the calm that replaced his anger was, itself, replaced by a kind of cold panic. "Hey," he raised his head again, "I really have to be somewhere, somewhere really, important. Really, really important. I'm already late, so..."

"Then apologize".

Powersaw's saw lowered down slightly. Each of the Pioneers increased the pressure on holding his limbs, and Haunt marginally lowered her claw.

"If your actions have the potential to inconvenience, or even harm yourself, then you must learn how to apologize properly." Ivory scolded calmly.

"Jesus! What is with you? Just let me up, hey, hand to god I'll even sign something before I leave. That's like fifteen dollars on eBay, easy. I guess what I'm saying is I'll give you fifteen dollars to let me go. But I can't actually give you cash cash, I'm out, last night got really wild, but, uh—fuck, can you just—"

Just out of reach. If only he could get to the party, dance like a puppet on Benny's strings, oil the wheels of his new film with gossip and small talk with all the requisite celebrities. Everything he ever wanted, A second life with a better, happier Khan, just out of reach. How did life always find a way to sabotage him?

"What is so difficult about this? I do not want anything signed. I do not want monetary value. All. I want. Is an apology. Two, simple words. "I'm Sorry", and then I will let you be on your way to whatever trifling meeting you must attend to. Yet I, who is currently on an important assignment, cannot let you go, in good faith, without you learning the proper method to apologizing." Ivory's voice went from calm lecture, to that of a disapproving mother.

"I'm not sorry, at all, about anything," Khan hissed. And now, panic became anger again. He twisted his left hand into a hex sign, and with a crackle of dark sorcery the blood that had splattered everywhere in the struggle suddenly crackled and erupted from where it stained the bodies of his attackers. Enough of the hooded figures let go in the rush of violent magic and black smoke that Khan was able to wiggle free, and for a second he felt a vicious triumph at their pain and his momentary success. It didn't last long, however, as he locked eyes with the collapsed metal figure with the mohawk, lying in the rain. She had attacked him twice before and, as a reward for blood lost, taken the brunt of the damage.

"Shit," Khan dropped to her side, his anger apparently blown away by the weather. "Shit, sorry, are you alright?"

Tortuga rammed his shoulder into Khan, shoving him to the ground. Alongside him stood Powersaw, Commando and Haunt. Ivory walked in front of them, staring down at the yet-again fallen Khan.

"I believe my lesson is beginning to have progress, wouldn't you agree? You apologized to an individual, who is merely compelled to follow my orders". Ivory's face glew orange, along with the four remaining Symbiotes. Ricochets did, but she stood up, and sprinted behind Ivory.

"Now let's hear it for me".

Tortuga started marching directly towards Khan... At a pace that would make a snail look like The Flash, stomping along the ground the whole way. Haunt became invisible, likely moving into a strategic position, leaving only Powersaw and Commando to rush Khan. As they approached, Powersaw jabbed all six of his knives straight towards Khan, while Commando lunged forward, dishing out three blows to the ruffian.

Khan took all six knives to the torso, the impact knocking him back on his butt and just out of the way of the other hooded figure's blows. He let gravity take him and knock him on his butt, and from a seated position on the curb he slumped back to lie face up on the ground.

"No," he said again, vaguely in the direction of the pale metal woman. "Hit me some more if you want. I'm cool with that. But I'm not giving you anything."

Commando stepped in front of the fallen Khan. He threw a fist straight into his cheek. Then another. And another. Soon enough, he threw twenty punches straight at him.

Each punch landed one after the other, over and over, and it seemed like they would never stop. His body went bloody, and pain went running up and down his muscles, but no bruises seemed to form, and Khan appeared to otherwise shrug off the attacks. Eventually, the hooded figure stepped away and ended his assault. Keeping a sort of half-eye contact with the woman at the heart of the entourage, Khan said, "I think it's worth mentioning I'm pretty drunk right now. If that makes any of this more understandable."

"Then perhaps I shall continue your "lesson" until your body fully recognizes the threats at-- What is--"

Suddenly, the rain that was a harmless drizzle became an overwhelming downpour, accompanied by a wind powerful enough to slightly move Haunt along the street, who quickly planted his claws into the pavement in an attempt to hold still. Ivory held the skirt of her dress downwards, even though there was nothing to see. The communicator in Ivory's ear buzzed

"Ivory. The hell are you doing? Stop bugging this punk, and get to the stadium!"

Ivory glanced at Khan.

"We will resume tomorrow. Class has been dismissed."

Commando stood behind Tortuga, and bent over onto his arms. Ivory stepped onto his back, and climbed up Tortuga's shoulder. All of the Pioneers started running in the direction of the arena, leaving Khan beaten and bruised in the gutter. He struggled for a moment, disoriented from the sudden surge of rain, so much so that he barely noticed the woman and her entourage had hurried off. "What the—"

Then, from his pocket, his phone started buzzing. Picking up, Khan practically had to shout, "Benny? What the hell?" He could barely hear her on the other end; behind Benny's voice, a monstrous roaring fought to drown her out

"Dipshit, where the fuck are you?"

"In a gutter! Kind of bleeding! Not doing that great! Where are you, what's going on?"

"I got out early, tried to meet you at the stadium, but now there's a god damn hurricane—"

"A hurricane?"

"The stadium is getting ripped to shreds! Buildings are coming down! Where did you say you were?"

"In a gutter!"

"In a—You're not at the stadium?"

"Not yet," he shouted, scrambling to his feet.

"'Not yet'—?"

But he had already hung up. Slopping through the drowning streets, Khan took off in a sprint. His phone was waterproof, but with the scream of the storm blurring his vision he could barely see the screen. Fumbling his way through the apps, he finally made his way to the Map program. Eyes to the phone, he hurried towards the stadium, unaware he was moving close on the heels of his earlier antagonizers.
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