Stekkmen

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Adelram Drax

Adelram noted the military grade electric device on the Foreman's arm. Obsolete technology, but the background check on Foreman Jo'ones confirmed Madam Ruthalia's claim that Adelram's new opponent was ex-military.
When the reptilian humanoid nimbly escaped his grasp, Drax did not anticipate that he would begin pounding against his lower body. In most situations, one in the Foreman's position would attempt to flee or make an escape. Unfortunately, this criminal outburst lowered the probability of Madam Ruthalia's direct orders being accomplished. Adelram quietly calculated that perhaps just mortally injuring the Foreman would satisfy the Regional Manager.

Either way, the veteran Foreman's death by Adelram's, and by extension, Madam Ruthalia's, hands was inevitable.

"Your transgression has been noted, Foreman Jo'ones."

Whilst informing the criminal suspect of Adelram's awareness that the Foreman has, in fact, committed a crime, Drax cocked his previously zapped right fist and angled it downwards. He jutted his massive mace of a hand rapidly forward, leaning into it. A crippling injury to a common man, but there was a high probability it may just send the Foreman flying backwards with a concussion if his quick punch connected. The punch was launched just as Adelram finished saying, "-noted-".

The android also made note of Foreman Jo'ones' advice, that the position on which he stood is the preferred location of dismemberment.

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@ProPro
Yeeeey

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You sure you don't need me to edit my post?
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@Kouki
your fighting spirit is stupid

i'm gonna stab you in the face

galatec rulez power rangers droolz

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@ProPro
yes sir

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Adelram Drax

"Yes, Madame Ruthalia." The giant android, having been standing right next to the now ex-Foreman Jo'ones, simply reached out of his arm and grabbed the foreman by the front of his uniform, folding the top of the fabric under his steel fingers. He lifted up Jo'ones, the reptilian's feet dangling in the air, iron grip unmovable.

Addressing the foreman's assistants: "I cannot be certain, but I would expect a promotion on the horizon for one of you."

The General, with the foreman in his right hand, lead with his left arm. He hunched slightly as he pushed open a door. Adelram walked among the bustling workers for a small bit, catching a few curious glimpses from miners and Githkin. He camly scanned the environment.
"Take the ungrateful snake to a secluded area, that's easy to clean." Perhaps some kind of metal platform where little activity was going on. Hm. Adelram flipped through his internal catalogs, but to no avail. Secluded and easy to clean weren't part of his searching categories. Drax thought that, given that there his a relatively high probability for this situation or similar to occur again, that the scientists should update his data-base to cater to such a extravagant demotion. Luckily for Drax, he had the perfect guide right there in his right hand.

"Excuse me, Foreman Jo'ones, do you know of a secluded area that would be easy to clean up in case of an accident?" Adelram asked, completely serious.

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You never know when you'll need a degree in English Literature.

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@Charnobylisk

Hm
I don't think Drax's battle axe will be good enough for the fine art of skinning a minion alive

but he'll give it the old college try, anyway.

edit:
Also, GEEZ LA WEEZ
i'm not sure the brutalization of your employees is an efficient business practice

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I guess i'll wait for charno to post because other wise it would just be "adelram stood there doing essentially nothing"

[Planned] ImportantNobody and Stekkmen: UNT vs The Threat

A tank shell exploded into the Threat's hardened exterior. Like chips of painted wood, flakes seemed to break away from the Threat's pulsating skin. A victory, short lived. The soldiers would begin to fire upon the seemingly weakened areas, believing progress was going to be made in this battle against the monster.

Take this place as my own.

A strange liquid began to seem from the open flesh, a purple one that poured over itself, seeming chunky. It made it's way down it's arm. Shells slammed into it, creating gaps in the flow. Another wound would appear, and more liquid burst forth. Bumps and sores began to sprout out across it's entire body, visible from the very top. The Threat stood up quietly, before taking an uneven step backwards. The bullets, while uneffective before, suddenly began to shred the alien to pieces. It began to fall apart before the soldiers very eyes. Flying creatures burst out of the crumbling host body faster in numbers then ever before, abandoning a sinking ship.

The Threat fell to it's knees again, covered in the purple liquid like a heavy sweat. It fell forward onto it's face. The liquid spread onto the ground, absorbing into it. An Ord Donna, standing closer than the others to to Threat, assumed the purple substance to be blood. As his comrades began to battle the remaining flying creatures, the lone Ord Donna hesitated, and glanced at the blood. His large eyes seemingly widened even further as he realized the truth.

The purple liquid sped towards him, breaking apart. No, not liquid at all. A crawling swarm of six legged roaches. Glowing brightly with bio-luminescence, they dashed at their first prey. They were upon him in an instant, sprinting up his boots, digging the ground beneath his feet. At this point, he would lose balanced, falling on his back. The roaches consume him like a high-tide over a sand-castle.

The main Threat rapidly decomposed into the Earth, the roaches bursting forth, the Threat acting like a nest and birthing ground. The flying minions continued their usual charade of burning dive-bombs and strafing runs, occasionally popped by a stray bullet.

But the roaches, still to be seen as a liquid, circled around the Threat's body and began entrenching themselves in the ground. However, a large chunk of them, perhaps the majority, made their way over to the right flank of the UNT defenders.