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Ericka Wilson

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a character in “Apollo's Colosseum”, as played by TwilightDivine

So begins...

Ericka Wilson's Story

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"So where are the others? Are two gladiators still training or wee you planning on having only me and the robot meet?"

"Wow, Lucy, it seems so unlike you to be wanting to meet others," the White Knight spoke sarcastically. "But if you are so excited, then I see I must. Follow me." Kadir led Lucy inside of the gym, and walked his way to Lelah and August. Kadir knew it was about time to give Lelah a break, even if it would be a small one, but he was curtained that she truly wished and yearned for one.

He walked in to see the two, "Hello, I have another member of the team, you may recognize her. You can just call her Lucy." Kadir was happy to see his team was going pretty smoothly, but perhaps he was very optimistic, it had not even been an hour, and he believed things were turning up good. Well, that is probably better than always looking on the downside of things.



Beatrix Phoenix



"I know I'm good and what you think isn't going to convince me otherwise. I would think you ought to be the one to trade in your attitude."

Beatrix had only shrugged, only feeling bad due to the fact that her comments did not drive him away, but instead cause more commotion by dragging the Inquisitor bickering. She dumped shot in, trying to enjoy her drink, trying to focus on herself rather than the conversation with Rook, though she did continue to pull herself back in, not holding back on those snappish comments.

She heard Rook continue to say, "Bitching and tossing around insults isn't going to get you any friends and despite what you may think, trying to put us down doesn't make you any better. You step into the arena alone. Its all you and nothing to do with us. Heck, its better to have people on your side."

And then the Inquisitor, "Brave you may be, but you don't seem to know anything about my craft nor my circumstances, but we aren't here to talk about me. We're here because we're all part of the same team."

They both spoke of this so-called "teamwork", Beatrix had a distaste for it. No, she could not trust anyone, she could not even trust her own mother, why should she trust this strangers? For all she knows, they could be traitors, or she may only be paranoid, stubborn, and arrogant to only hold concern and care to her own beliefs, ideas, and assumptions.

"Team? Working together?" she questioned. "Have you forgotten who you work for? If you care about camaraderie you should sign up for the White Knight's team, I think he needs a waterboy. But actually, too bad, we're owned by Apollo, greedy vulgarian, if his team loses..." Beatrix paused, she didn't want to think of it, because she knew exactly what would happen, and she would not be the only person suffering from the defeat. And she was not going to allow Bentley to sell Lily into slavery, but she also knew she would not have any chance nor time to save her in they were not victors. So in fact, they were working as a team, but Beatrix was too stubborn to face the facts.

"Look, we are technically a team, but don't think we are friends. Since when this city, this world, crawl itself out of hell." Beatrix got quieter, "No, I'm still figuring out why I'm still burning, why anyone would deserve a life like this." Beatrix drank her last and walked her way out of the lounge, "You know what, I'm out." Of course she did not mean she was out of the team or any crazy nonsense like that, but that she was leaving the lounge, where Beatrix attempted to storm into the training room, but with reckless emotions, trying to make an escape from the lounge, and being blind, Beatrix clashed in and bumped into none other than Ericka Wilson, Godhand.

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Ericka "Godhand" Wilson





Ericka flexed her fingers within her heavy gauntlets, going through the routine checks to ensure they were working properly, of course Ericka herself saw little real point to it, after all they were specifically designed to be able to crush virtually anything there was little potential for malfunction but she nonetheless went through it each time, after all it would kill her fun if her almost singular source of offense were to fail. Once satisfied, she slammed them together hard, just once, enjoying the satisfying sound of metal pounding into metal.

Now ready, she turned and left the lockers and made her way out near the lounge, she didn't actually have real training scheduled today, but her "manager" that sold her services to Apollo made sure she knew to wear her gauntlets as often as possible. Their sheer weight for one, its important she is always used to it, and that she feels as natural as possible with them on to increase her ability with them.

Just as she turned a corner, someone ran right into her, almost on instinct she was ready to act on her innate aggression and cocked her arm back to take a swing, only to see it was her so called teammate Beatrix. She actually hesitated a second before lowering her raised fist, glaring down at the shorter woman in a way that would make most normal people flee in terror. "Watch where you're going brat, if you don't want me to pop you're head open" she snapped angrily, keeping her fists clenched and waiting for further provocation to give her good reason to smash her and let off some steam.

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Beatrix Phoenix


Beatrix watched as Ericka rose her fist up, now Beatrix was face to face with an expert gladiator, someone better at fighting than her, but was she scared? Was she going to watch what she would say, or do? No, of course not, it was Beatrix, she was far too headstrong to her own ways to think of the smartest option. So the second she watched Ericka lift her mechanic fist upwards, Beatrix resorted to her own instinct, her guns. But funny thing, during the moment, she somehow brought her mind to think of Damian and Rook, perhaps it was because they were indeed kind, even friendly to her, but now when she is met with cantankerous, she feels regret for her own ill-mannered attitude.

"Watch where you're going brat, if you don't want me to pop you're head open"

Insulted was only one word that describe the million feelings of hate she had for this woman. Watch?! she shouted angrily in her head. This punk is going to look into my blind eyes and tell me to watch where I am going! Beatrix's face went from misery to a twisted sourness. It was another thing that Ericka called Beatrix a brat, Beatrix knew she was anything but a brat, Beatrix was a slave, not spoiled. Ericka thought she was the only one, sure her step-father may be rich, but he was rich enough to enslave her and still get away with it. But she lowered her gun, seeming that she was fearful of Ericka, "Godhand? I'm so sorry I didn't know it was you. You know I would like to see things from your point of view, but I can't seem to get head that far up my ass."

And within a blink of a eye Beatrix snapped, and with her cunning finesse she struck her gun against Ericka's jaw, pistol whipping her and breaking her nose. Did Beatrix regret that decision. Nope. But was she going to feel pain after it? You bet ya.

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Ericka "Godhand" Wilson





There was a moment, a very brief moment that seemed to last far too long, that this girl had dared actually attack her, no one in her life had ever been that outright stupid. Ericka was already in a rather foul mood of late, but this woman had just given her the excuse she needed, an excuse to let her rage loose. Her eyes went wide and her teeth bared as her face contorted into a look of blind fury, a look so infamous former serial killers have begged forgiveness before it, and it only took the briefest of seconds for her body to follow her anger.

She grabbed Beatrix's arm, the offending limb that had struck her, hard enough to bruise but nothing more, she didn't want to do to much to quickly, this kind of anger shouldn't be wasted, no, this little welp had stepped well beyond her place and Ericka fully intended to inflict as much pain as humanly possible. She knocked Beatrix's weapons away and slammed her into the wall hard enough to make it vibrate, her other fist cocked and ready, a crackling sound and smell of ionized air signaled a full discharge ready from the heavy gauntlet.

"So the little bitch wants to die? fine by me" She hissed into her prey's ear, "Now tell me brat, what should i break first? maybe your legs? no no... they'll come later, how about I crush those vocal cords of yours? Then no one will ever find you until i'm long done grinding your carcass into the ground, or maybe I should take you by those legs of yours and tear you right in half? I'm sure that'll get some nice screams..." she went on, her dark tone made it quite clear she was not only ready to do just what she threatened, but anyone who'd seen enough of her matches knew that she'd already done all those things to others, and had no qualms about doing them again.

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Beatrix Phoenix


"So the little bitch wants to die? Fine by me."

Was this woman crazy, kill Beatrix Phoenix? Did she find Beatrix replaceable? Beatrix not only saw her as a sadistic lunatic, but a fool. Well, she was not a comedian that was for sure, if she was implied killing Beatrix, she was dead serious. But Beatrix was not going to lie down after she had been slammed against the wall. But she the rush, it was just like being in the arena, actually though it seemed to be, in reality it really was not. Because Beatrix knew she could not kill Ericka, what would Apollo do if she murdered his expert gladiator, sure he probably had lists of expert gladiators, but because she is his expert gladiator tis very moment means she was picked out of hundreds of different candidates. If Beatrix did kill Ericka, Beatrix may be put to death herself.

"Now tell me brat, what should i break first? maybe your legs? no no... they'll come later, how about I crush those vocal cords of yours? Then no one will ever find you until i'm long done grinding your carcass into the ground, or maybe I should take you by those legs of yours and tear you right in half? I'm sure that'll get some nice screams..."

As Ericka was talking Beatrix did not waste the time to conjure a comeback, though that would be rather easy for her, but Beatrix started to kick wildly at her, Ericka clutching Beatrix arm off the ground, lifting her body up high to crash her down knee snapping apart her spine. The pain at that moment excruciating, it chilled her to hear the cracking of her own spine, but the spine cracking was not the only sound heard, no Beatrix had no other reaction to the action than to scream in the agony.

At this moment Beatrix knew nothing but that she was going to indeed die, she wondered after death will there still be darkness the type darkness in her vision that she had always lived with and dwelled in? But her heroes, Damian and Rook, or so she presumed it was their footsteps, because the lounge was right by them, rushed in to prevent the slaughter that once awaited Beatrix.

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Damian Stryke





"Look, we are technically a team, but don't think we are friends. Since when this city, this world, crawl itself out of hell. No, I'm still figuring out why I'm still burning, why anyone would deserve a life like this."

The last part came out much more quietly, so quiet that Damian wouldn't have been able to catch it if his hearing hadn't been enhanced. He could, in fact, help that he felt a pang of sympathy for the angry woman by reminding himself that she was a capable adult who could make decisions for herself.

"Teamwork and camaraderie are entirely separate. We are asking that you be professional toward your fellow teammates," he said, "I understand your pain, but if you hate Apollo so much you can take your own advice. He is, as you say, 'a greedy vulgarian'."

As he continued speaking however, he noticed the redhead walked away....only to bump into the Godhand. Ericka Wilson was not one to be trifled with. Outside of her devastating strength she possessed a blood lust that operated outside the bounds of teamwork and sensibility. Though Phoenix was irritating, Wilson stood on an entirely different plane. He feared Wilson, but not nearly as much as he wanted to study her.

"Godhand? I'm so sorry I didn't know it was you. You know I would like to see things from your point of view, but I can't seem to get head that far up my ass."

Phoenix was as dumb as she was stupid.

"Both of you stop!" he yelled, waving his rod and firing a bolt of electricity near the two women, "animosity or not we are here to fight the White Knight not each other."

His third arm popped out and began whirring, ready to laser off either one of the two.

"I will not miss again so think very clearly about whether or not you want to continue your match."





Lucille "Lucy" Archer





"It's good to know who else I'm forced to depend on," she smirked as they reached the person known as "Lelah Piaget."

Her appearance was as unconventional as her fighting style was reported to be. She had tattoos, shaved sides, and piercings littering her face. Quite distinguishable compared to some of the other gladiators she'd known her time. Lucy didn't expect much professionalism or normal wear but she couldn't believe that those piercings wouldn't be pulled out during a fight. Well, assuming that Lelah's opponents could even get that close to her.

"Racer," she answered.

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Ericka "Godhand" Wilson





Ericka glared at the one who interrupted her, seeing who it was, she decided it best to leave things be for now, she wasn't liable to get in trouble with either her owner or Apollo himself over Beatrix, her temperament was common knowledge especially to her teammates after all. Besides that any of the numerous security cameras spread around the facility would make it quite clear that despite her attitude Ericka wasn't the one who threw the first punch so to speak, however, her potential freedom later would be at risk if she went and slaughtered the rest of the team.

"Tell the runt she won't get off so easy next time she pisses me off" Ericka said, giving a final sharp kick Beatrix's helpless body before shoving her way past Damian. Without so much as a twitch of her eye, she reached up to her face and straightened her broken nose, ensuring it was in its proper position again and wiping away the small amount of blood. Before she went much further, she looked back down the hall, shooting the so called "Iron Inquisitor" a dark look, "And by the way, threaten me again, and you'll find out why I'm called Godhand" she said, crashing her fist into the wall, leaving a dent the size of a person's torso.

With her point made, she entered the lounge and sat herself down, briefly pondering what to do with the rest of her day when she had no training scheduled for once.

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"You know what, I'm out."

Rook sighed as Beatrix culminated her tantrum with storming from the room. He wished he could've step back and clarify what he meant. Although he couldn't quite understand what this woman was doing fighting in the coliseum when she seemed so dissatisfied with the deal. Glancing towards the Iron Inquisitor he found himself reassessing the man, seemingly they did not think too differently.

A sound brought him back to where Pheonix had been about to leave the room. He caught a sight that chilled him. Her. Godhand. He wasn't afraid of her skills, although he is very, very aware of what those were. Its simply her nature that unnerves him, he utter willingness to cause pain and death. While Cataclysm was the standard he aspired to, Godhand was the one he aspired to beat, completely. He view her as his anthesis. She was the other side of his coin. Close combat fighters, he despised that fact that he was similar to her in so many ways.

He snapped out of his seat, body tense and ready to step in. Even though she seemed to care little for him, Rook was firmly on Pheonix's side in this conflict. He eyed Wilson's armor encased hands though, knowing that he was hardly in any state to go toe to toe with the brutish fighter. Admittedly even if he had his armor he doubted it would protect him from the sheer force of the woman's fists. It was fortunate that was yet another way he was similar yet different. While she favoured brute force, he tended towards finesse and speed. One hit could undoubtedly pulverise his internal organs, if she didn't hold back merely to cause him pain. She did need to hit him first however.

He was thankful when Damian provided enough encouragement to cause Erika to back off. The other woman's scream of pain had him nearly rushing towards Wilson regardless. Scowling darkly at the woman as she casually sauntered past Rook Palmer swiftly moving next to the injured gladiator.

"Shit." He hissed, her eyes were unfocused and drifting closed with the pain. He had no first aid training, other than a basic layman's knowledge of how to deal with injuries. Something this extreme he was unequipped to deal with. "Hang in there Beatrix, we got you."

He glanced up at Damian "We're going to need a stretcher, or a medic team. I don't think it'll be safe to move her any other way." He said curtly, before turning to try and sooth Beatrix some more. Somewhere there was a niggling thought in the back of his mind that were she not in pain, she would be royally pissed at him for that.

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Beatrix Phoenix


Beatrix could not concrete on anything at the moment, she felt her body being penetrated from the spine with electrifying pain. In fact, she was in shock, shallow breaths, cold sweats, vigorous shaking. She was terrified, like her heart would pound out of her chest, she was in complete darkness, as she always was but now she could not even tell if she was alive or dead. She heard voices, but she could not put any into focus, it was so unclear to her.

But why did her lips feel so... wet? And taste so... bitter. That was when it finally clicked- I'm vomiting blood. No, how could one person with a single move damage what Beatrix thought of herself a legend so fast, so quickly. Beatrix knew this would be the last time she ever did something without thinking, because she knew even after she would be supposedly healed that her step-father would surely be vexed by Beatrix's behavior, if she had given Ericka the beat down, then that would be a different story, however Beatrix was the one with a life-threating injury. And Ericka walks off being feared, Beatrix being pathetically defeated.

She was crying, she soon sensed that, though it happened immediately after Ericka snapped her spine. But Beatrix was sure of the tears, she felt the wetness of the drops pouring from her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. She didn't want this, no, if Beatrix was in healthy physical state to which she could at least stand, she would probably do something stupid anyways, but with this experience, she most likely learned her lesson. Beatrix just had hoped she would live to prove it.

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Ericka "Godhand" Wilson


It had been a few hours now since her little altercation with Beatrix, Damian and Rook had left, taking her to the hospital for emergency treatment, or at least that's what Ericka assumed they'd done, she honestly didn't care very much at the moment. She was bored, extremely bored, her instructions for the day were to keep rested, meaning no real training and she wasn't allowed to go out and do what she wanted. She hated these days, it was little more than a huge waste of time for her, for now she chose lighter exercise since she couldn't train properly, she'd already finished several, sit-ups, squats, and now she was doing hand stand pushups, nothing more than killing time for her really, especially with the gauntlets augmenting her strength.

Her attempt to keep herself occupied was interrupted however, by a high pitched beeping in her ear, the small communication device her owner required she wear at all times. "The hell does that shriveled piece of shit want?" she muttered in disgust, letting her back fall forward Ericka rolled and came right back up on her feet, she tapped a fingertip to the device in her ear, hearing a click as the call opened. "What the hell do you think you're doing girl?" said a voice that Ericka thought of as perhaps the most revolting sound in the world, the voice of her owner, even someone who'd never met the man would be able to guess what he was like by his voice and tone, a spiteful, spoiled, overweight old man who hated everything that took a single penny out of his fortune of hundreds of millions. "I'm killing time old man" she answered, of course she knew that wasn't what he meant, she knew full well he was probably referring to what she did to Beatrix, but she always did take any opportunity to piss him off, because she knew he was too valuable truly punish for something she did, or at least she used to be...

"Don't get smart with me you rotten little bitch! I have millions invested in these upcoming battles and what do you do? you nearly kill someone!" he snapped in an obvious fury, despite the situation Ericka had to stifle a laugh at the thought her owner throwing one of his tantrums like this in his office. After managing to calm her voice she responded, "She pissed me off and attacked me first, go check camera footage or something i'm sure there was at least one that saw what happened" she said dismissively.

Then she heard laughter, he was laughing? at her? Ericka couldn't imagine why he'd be laughing. "yes... i'm aware, and that is precisely why this little call is merely a warning, you recall our little arrangement correct?" Ericka froze where she stood, speechless, and that spoke volumes more than she herself. "I'll take that as a yes, you kill that White Knight in the Arena and you get you're precious freedom, otherwise I'm selling you to the highest bidder" he said smugly, she clenched her fist, arms shaking in fury, but it broke soon enough. After all she had no alternative, for once there was a consequence she was afraid of and she wasn't going to lose her chance. "Understood... sir" she said, the last word dripping with anger and spite, but the message was clear, and without a word the call cut off.

She stood there for a long moment, shaking with renewed fury and frustration, with as loud a scream as her lungs could muster she smashed both fists into the wall with everything she had, sending a huge shudder through the room and leaving a dent the size of a small person.

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"Y-yeah... Sure... I will keep that in mind."

"Maybe it will make sense to you one day," Kadir responded. "But for now, I'm going to get some ice-cream. Wish you best of luck, well actually I don't believe in luck. Um, but I know you are going to make me proud."

The day of the match arrived Kadir was in an elevator with Lelah, he was going to walk her there to the room before the actually arena, his face was clearly wounded with the attacked he ordered for himself. Kadir had a point, in order to show her the brutalities of fighting in cold blood, he used himself as the target. But there was lie Kadir also had did it to punish himself, he felt like he deserved it, however he was not willing to let Lelah know that ugly truth.

When Kadir and Lelah arrived to the room, Kadir, put a hand on her shoulder, "You're going to do great out there." He had hoped, but it was not only hope, he believed, he trusted Lelah, and knew that he trained her as well as he could, for Kadir would never wish failure for her, because that would result in her death. Kadir has no idea what he would do then if he was responsible for Lelah's death. "See you on flipside, Lelah." Kadir then had to leave and be escorted out to a reserved section in audience with his team the same was for Apollo's team, well, they had nicer seats a VIP box.

Kadir was sitting next to Eight and Lucy, but he didn't say anything, not for a while because he was nervous and it was extremely obvious of that. But he figured if he would say something then maybe he could lighten up his mood, "So... You guys excited to see Lelah win?" He tried his best to speak optimistically, but the truth was that the sooner the actually match started, the sooner he feared for Lelah's life.



Beatrix Phoenix


As Beatrix was panicking she heard Rook say, "Why wouldn't we be here? What kind of people would we be if we just left you there. We're teammates after all." Teammates that was hard for Beatrix to process, especially against a hospitable bed with the potential of being crippled. If she was healthy, in her natural habitat, Beatrix would automatically disagree, but she wasn't. Instead, it seemed when Ericka had broken Beatrix's spine, so did the walls that surrounded her closed mind had been shattered. She turned her head from looking down at her legs, to Rook. "T-teammates?" she questioned the word, as if she had no definition to the word, it seemed unrecognizable to her, but above that confusing, also. Beatrix also did not understand what he meant by we, that word is plural, was he talking about him and Damian, or him and the rest of the team, because Beatrix could not find either answer believable.

"What do you--" And as Beatrix was going to ask him what he meant, she was interrupted with the door opening. First came in the doctor with his tablet in his hands and his googles pressed above his eyes. But then came in none other than Bentley Baldwin, the man's face looked harrowing, the visage of a nightmare. Beatrix always believed her mother married the man for his money, for there was not an ounce of charm in his face. But it was not only his face that gave him the appearance of creature so sinister, it was the way he carried himself. For as he would click his heeled leathery shoes he when walking carried a cane, and it was not used just for walking. He was an immensely tall man, slender also, like a walking skeleton, Beatrix has considered that she could beat him if he was on his own, but Bentley never went without his top of the class fighter bots.

"Gentlemen...," Bentley spoke with an eerie tone, one Beatrix was so familiar with, anyone would be, he had such a distinct voice. "Please, you must excuse us, me and Beatrix need a little chat." From then Damian and Rook was kicked out from the room, Beatrix left to endure her step-father. As soon as the two men left Bentley clicked his tongue signally for one his bots to execute his commands. The robot put two firm grasps onto Beatrix's shoulder, jerking her out of the bed and hoisting her up, lifted off the ground, bounded body to face Bentley.

"Funny you had friends, what did you somehow pay them to accompany you, believing that with their presence you could avoid mine? Or are they making you think they actually care about you? Because if that's the case, I'll sign you with some mental health therapy, and don't worry, I can be the one operating the sessions." Bentley turned away from Beatrix. "But do you know what I find not quite as hilarious, you know, it doesn't quite tickle my funny bone. Maybe the humor's just not my cup of tea or maybe--" And right at that moment Bentley whipped around with the metal ball against his cane rammed against Beatrix's jaw, busting a tooth out, she coughed with blood sinking out. "You're making me look like the clown! I will not be seen as the fool! And whether you like it or not, you represent everything I have invested in. And I will not let you throw it all away!" Bentley would continue to lose himself in striking Beatrix against the face if the scars and sores would not remain afterwards. He knew he should have not struck her to the lip already, would not want to let the public know what he does to her, no Bentley wanted to be seen differently than from the slavers, though he practically was one himself.

"And you know Beatrix another thing that pisses me off. Do you know how unique it is for you, a blind woman, to never bear cybernetics for any injury or disability. But now with your crippled legs, I have no choice but to fix that. Soon enough Lily will take your spot, perhaps she will not prove to be quite the bloody dunce as you are."

Beatrix has been quiet the entire time, fearing anymore pain and torment to come, but with mention Lily, Beatrix had to speak, "B-But that's not the deal," she said with worry. "As long as I fight, and she doesn't have to."

"Oh, that was the plan, but guess what-- plan's changed," Bentley responded. "Her training starts tomorrow, because if you die, I need another gladiator to be cushion so I don't fall into bankruptcy. Speaking of your death, some might find it a miracle that the Godhand didn't kill you, but in reality, she screwed you harder than any other opponent faced. You know why?" Bentley started to walk off, but paused. And before he said anything the doctor wrapped a muzzle around her mouth to muffle the screams to come. "Because of this." And with that the bot holding Beatrix elevated her body so that the broken bones in the spine would align and finally the robot snapped it back in place with Beatrix feeling it all, and as soon as that happened the bot dropped her.

Beatrix screamed madly, crying with the electrifying pain stitched to her spine, and it was at these moments that Beatrix twisted into bitterness of despair.

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Ericka "Godhand" Wilson


Ericka made her way towards Team Apollo's gym room, still heavily pissed off at the exchange she just had a few moments ago. A certain man had approached her, wearing a suit and dark sunglasses, her handler so to speak, and one of an extremely small list of people Ericka had even the slightest inkling of positive feelings toward. He had been sent to tell her that a certain old bastard wanted her to get to her training after all as the first matches between Apollo's team and White Knight's, apparently after their little exchange earlier he said nothing simply as a way to further irritate her while he sent her handler to actually tell her the truth.

In her anger at the news she'd smashed the couch in the lounge to a piles of ruined wood and shredded cushions but she didn't fault her handler, after all he was too much like Ericka herself, he cared little for just about anything and the sole reason he even had this job was the rather massive paycheck he had to keep his mouth shut about the old man's slaves.

As she entered the gym, she went to the locker assigned to her that held her training equipment. She planted her fists on the ground, and with a hiss of steam her gauntlets opened up and she pulled her hands free, flexing her fingers a bit and rubbing her forearms. She stowed the heavy armaments in the locker and pulled out a series of thick large rings, specially made weights she wore on her arms and legs, all accounted for with the weights on her arms would bear 50 more pounds each than if she had worn her gauntlets, and her legs each held 75 extra pounds.

She gave a few brief swings of her limbs to adjust a bit to the new weight, before heading over to the bench and setting her preferred weight amount on, she laid back on the bench and began, annoyed as she was she was at mildly glad she had something to do now to occupy herself.

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Character Portrait: Lelah Piaget Character Portrait: Ericka Wilson Character Portrait: Rook Palmer Character Portrait: The White Knight Character Portrait: IMIT-8 Character Portrait: Beatrix Phoenix Character Portrait: Damian Stryke Character Portrait: Lucille Anthony Archer
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Damian Stryke





The short conversation that transpired nearly tugged the humanity out of Damian, nearly. She revealed to him and Rook that she couldn't feel her legs anymore which reminded him of his own plight but he wouldn't show it. They were still on Apollo's territory which meant that every interaction, whether it was on or off the arena, was a battle. It was a pity that she'd been so reckless. She was already at a disadvantage due to her blindness; her inability to use her legs would only make things worse. He had a feeling that she would refuse any sort of cybernetic armaments due to her own pride, but Apollo wouldn't be so principled.

"Why wouldn't we be here? What kind of people would we be if we just left you there. We're teammates after all."

Ah yes, that was right. They were teammates so Palmer (rookie that he was) felt it necessary to stick around. Damian wanted to open his mouth to say something else, but the arrival of Bently Baldwin meant he needed to quiet. Much as Damian cringed at the sight of the man, Baldwin's sphere of influence outweighed his own so defiance would only get him killed. He decided instead to slip out of the room and go back to his personal garage where he would work for the rest of the day.

Some time later he entered the gym, his limbs refreshed and ready for some training.


Lucille "Lucy" Archer





The training that she performed for the next few hours was nothing compared to what Lelah Piaget went through, or at least that's what she assumed going into the elevator. It was clear that neither woman enjoyed the presence of the other, but they both enjoyed winning. She honestly wasn't sure what Lelah's deal was (presumably "the stars" or something equally stupid) but Lucy knew that she wasn't the most socially adept.

Her agent booked her for three online interviews and a television spot, but she cancelled two of the voice calls and only barely dressed for the live interview. It was meant to hype up the match and "unravel" some of the mystery behind the enigmatic "Lightning Lucy", but with her mixture of curt replies and interviewer's lack of experience dead air filled the stage. At best she attempted to expand on her feelings regarding her opponents but they decided to cut the show short.

Fine by me. It's more time to train.

On the day of the match, she stood silent and emotionless with only her boomerang to keep her company. While the Knight's team stood beside her she didn't feel much in the way of camaraderie so she merely gave a shrug when Kadir attempted conversation.

"I've got five hundred dollars riding on our team since I know we'll win," she smirked.

What she left out was that she also had five hundred on Lelah losing the first match.

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The White Knight



"I've got five hundred dollars riding on our team since I know we'll win," he heard Lucy say to which Kadir responded, “Yeah, I’ve laid my bets down also, one thousand on Lelah.” It was go big or go home for Kadir, well and also because he needed something to pay for his drugs. Luckily that has been kept a secret so far. However he has always feared the first person to discover his dark secret with Lucy, he believes she has associated with the smuggling business.

But even if she did find out Kadir hoped that she would never tell anyone or worse making money off of it by selling the secret. Though it sad to say that Kadir did not entirely trust her, because he knew there was one thing that Lucy loved and it was money.

However right now, he was not extremely worried about his drug use being discovered, but rather that Lelah will win the match, and though Kadir did not know Lelah’s opponent, he knew enough to say that the kid was on Apollo’s team. Thus her defeat would result in death, and that was one thing Kadir did not believe he had the mental ability to bear again.

Kadir turned to his robotic teammate, “What about you Eight, how do you think Lelah is going to do? What do you estimate?”



Beatrix Phoenix


It was an earlier morning when Beatrix rode out on her wheelchair, which was quite degrading for her. A wheelchair, she felt like some kind of handicap, a weakling to be even harsher. But the reason why she went out at such an earlier hour, was so that no one would spot her looking so pathetically. But she was still going to force herself to fight, hoping that she could proof to Bentley that she was able to still duel, and perhaps he would back off of Lily.

Beatrix arrived to the gym, luckily no one was there. Well, not until she heard footsteps to where she scrambled as far as she could to the back of the gym into a room used for yoga exercises and stretching practices. By the sound of the footsteps she could tell it was someone with cybernetics, and she already knew it had to be because Rook was competing in his match, and he was the only one with no augmentations. But by listening even more she could tell it was Ericka, how could she forget the sound of her due to the encounter the day before?

But as far as Beatrix knew, she was going to stay far away from Ericka as possible. It would be a lie if Beatrix said she did not have any thread of fear from Ericka. But some fear was good, it kept her from doing something stupid again. Beatrix figured she needed to start practicing to walk. She felt like toddler learning its first step, but she was a grown woman, so it felt even more embarrassing. Beatrix stepped out from her wheelchair with one foot, and then the other. She tried her best keeping her balance, but it felt so unnatural to her. She was doing okay until she heard another enter the gym from a distance to where she collapsed in surprised.

It was another with cybernetics, thus she assumed it was Damian. Beatrix then discovered that neither of them went to watch Rook fight, so much for team. But Beatrix did not hate Rook, so that was a good thing, but she did even find a delight in him, which was quite rare. However it was because he cared about her though she insulted him matters before. So if she was well, Beatrix would have gone to watch. But now, she could not even carry herself off from the ground, she struggled to pull herself up, but could not. If only she could stand.