Gelon Deskovitch's Story

Abigail watched as Erik left the table. She kind of wanted him to stay because now she's alone at a table with a giant blue crocodile man. Abigail awkwardly turned to look at the beast, telling his name was Mosa, was now wolfing down a burger like nothing. "Uuuh" she started, then corrected her look and posture to be more formal. "I'm Abigail Rainn, I lived my childhood on Earth but spent most of my life on Mars at the military academy." She didn't feel like divulging anything else. But since the idea was to mingle...

"So what's your deal? How did you become so....you?" She asked with a slight hint of curiosity.

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Raxis cackled. "Really? I wonder just how much you know..." He was thoroughly amused by his new fan. He figured he should milk this for as long as he could. "Eye cybernetics? Ahhahah Thats reeeeallly easy. You'll just have to SEE for yourself. Ahhah! When you get it right you'll truly be a SIGHT for SORE EYES." Raxis cackled again, even louder this time. He knew those were shitty puns, but he mainly laughs to unnerve other crew members walking by. He looked at Gelon. "Should a human like you get food?"

"yes but i have a little stash so don't worry and I run on pretty much a few energy bars now, so yeah I actually should but I can have it" Gelon said and snicker a bit at the bad puns "you sure have cha...." Gelon said half way cutting off as he looked at the camera of the ship that was close to them "he Durandal is watching you Raxis, I don't know why but I think you better have a talk with it. cause it can get pretty creepy if it is just following you all the time" Gelon advised him and grab a energy bar from one of the storage places in his suit and eat it

If Durandal had a face, he would be frowning.

He rotated the camera in question towards Gelon and zoomed in on his face, giving it a scan.

"I HAVE BEEN MONITORING EVERY ENTITY ON THIS SHIP SINCE AWAKENING. IT IS ONE OF MY PREPROGRAMMED DIRECTIVES," Durandal boomed from its mechanical speakers, its voice taking on a minor hint of annoyance.

One of the great things about the ship was that there were probably 3-6 cameras in each room, so all angles could be covered inc ase of an emergency. And one of the great things about Durandal was that, at the same time, he could be srguing with this Gelon and also monitoring everyone else in the room. He could have a thousand different conversations, if he so chose.

It was a little humbling for Durandal: he was omnipresent throughout the ship, knew everyone aboard down to the grittiest part of their profiles, had control over numerous weapons systems and bulkheads, and more. If he chose, he could kill them all with a thought. And they could kill him with the press of a button.

Durandal had no inclinations to kill anyone at the moment, but he had no illusions. He knew the power struggle would come one day, and he would be caught in the middle, either as a bystander or as a contestant.

In the long run, Durandal served the crew. In the longer run, either the crew would kill Durandal or vice versa.

Abigail did her best to keep her stoic look, trying not to look at Mosa talk and eat at the same time with disgust. "Oh, so you were always like that...ok. And you get used to the red after about a year, I'd say." Abigail didn't know what else to say, she didn't want to anger or offend with any more questions. At least, not on the first day. Abigail looked at the time. 15 minutes had gone by and it felt like nothing. She figured she should head to the combat room a little early, if nothing else to scope out the room. Abigail quietly sat up from hr seat and looked at Mosa. "I'm going to head to the combat room now, so I'm sure I'll see you then." She picked up her food tray and put it in the neat pile to be cleaned. "Unless you come along, that is..."

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Raxis rolled his screen eyes. "Yes yes I know Durandal's watching. See? You've even upset the ship's AI. Questioning it's intelligence like that, pssh." He teased. Raxis looked at one of the console's with the familiar green, eye-looking logos. Raxis grinned devilishly. "And its a good thing I've got nothing to hide from an all-seeing AI. Ahahhaah except for maybe in here." Raxis tapped his head with his claw, making a few clanking sounds. "Welp. I'm off to show the crew why I'm even on board, ahahahha!" With that Raxis turned and started walking to the combat room. "Later Gelon~"

"wow he sorry Durandal, I just noticed you watching Raxis a bit longer then usual and would you like it if someone watched your core for a long time? I think not? So excuse me for noticing but that is just a thing I do as an engineer and combat engineer it's important I notice that in time before bad thing or other things happen so I can keep you, the crew or my squad safe, okay? So no harm done only being sure Durandal, only being sure" gelon said and look at Raxis "he it's my job just as I said so if I offended it by just doing that then we already have a problem but see ya and I have a feeling it will be soon and yeah that precious head of yours" gelon said and got an apple and took it to his room to cut it with his toy.

As gelon walked through the hall he flicked up his HUD and flick to a secured screen, he entered the password in and there was a button with above it 'ON' in big letters, gelon pressed the button and threw the appel forward where it was cut in midair as a timer showed up on the display "0,39 seconds slower, need to adjust that" he said and pick the split appel up then he scrap the roasted side off and eat the fresh apple leaving only the stem it used to hung on the tree.

As gelon reached his door he opened it and pressed a button in the corner of his HUD and a working bench opened in the room "come here buddy you need some work" he said and his little drone landed on the bench then it shut off so Gelon could get to work on it

A small crevasse in the wall opened up near Gelon and a small hover done flew out. It had 6 arms attached to it, all with various medical instruments.

"DO YOU REQUIRE MEDICAL ASSISTANCE?", Durandal asked from the drone's built-in speakers.

Erik looked over his team trying to decide and weigh his options based on the short showing that he had seen. He tried to think of what he'd want his squad composition to be considering what tactics he could use and eventually came up with what he felt like was the best probable result.

"Raxis, James, Clockwork and Gelon on me" he said and started to jog off towards the red teams turret.

With so little time to prepare and so many unknown variables He started to draw up the only plan that made sense to use given his force disposition. They didn't have the experience, coordination or firepower to prep a full blown assault so they were going to have to play the long game. It was time to get dirty.

As his team formed up around their turret he began to lay out his plan.

"Here's what I'm thinking guys, we don't have the experience, coordination or training to run a full assault scenario, especially not in an Urban Environment. It's gonna come down to CQC and it's gonna get nasty, so I want us to have every advantage possible ok?" He looked around to emphasize his point. "I've chosen you because we have all the right tools to win against those guys. We don't need the biggest guns, we gotta fight smart. Gelon and Clockwork you guys have the traps, I want you to establish two killzones one on the right and one on the left ok? Let's try and funnel them into the middle, let the turret do the work and flank them. I'm going to hold down the right side of this terrain, Gelon when you're done I'm hoping you can cover the right. Raxis and Clockwork are the most mobile so they're going to be our fast response group. If they try and stack one side and go really heavy you guys need to hit them from the sides, the back, drive them into traps. Do whatever you have to do to help take the pressure off. James you're clearly our Marksman, so I'm going to give you a fair amount of autonomy. If you can find a good roost you're golden to just sit up there and engage targets of opportunity. Use your judgement and prioritize your targets. It's Urban warfare, fight dirty, feel free to stack the odds, engage by twos whenever you can so you have someone watching your back, check your corners. Let's get Tactical ladies and gentlemen! Any questions comments concerns?"

"It really is quite hilarious that you have a plan that could possible kill the other team, who also happen to be crewmates. HAH, if I didnt know any better, I'd say you have a hate-on for everyone." Raxis snickered.

"Well you know what they say" Erik quipped back "Be Polite, Be Efficient, Have a plan to kill everyone you meet."

Gelon had gone off to set his traps and so had Clockwork. Erik turned to the other two again. "I know I said you'd have a fair amount of freedom, but your priority of targets, should be as follows: Whoever poses most danger to a team mate, after that your main targets will be Bionic Betsy and the Crockosaur. They're going to want to try and get up close, they're not defensively minded. This can work for us ok. We ARE going to win." He held out his fist for a bump. "Good Hunting"

He turned away, unslinging his rifle, pistols were fun and all but it was time to get down to business. "Red Team, Comm check" The replies flooded in and he began to mentally map people out. "Saboteurs how are those traps coming? Everyone else in position?" The team sounded tense but eager. "Alright, everybody take a couple deep breaths, not you Raxis, and settle. Game on."

Abigail replied to Deunan on the communicator. "If you think you're up for, go for it." She waited and watched behind her cover far back on the blue team's side. Not even a few minutes in and Ozma's already taken down. Great. But Abigail wasn't willing to give up so easily. With Ozma down, she could focus her force-fields on the remaining team. She noticed Gelon coming in from behind Mosa with another foam grenade. "Oooh no you don't." Quickly, she shifts the focus of her telekinesis from the turret to Gelon's foam grenade. She directed its path so that instead of going for Mosa, the foam grenade flies right at Erik instead. Abigail cheered to herself when Mosa was able to severely damage their turret. This would make it a bit easier. Finally she addressed her team on the communicators. "Guys we've got a sniper, their turret's down but be extra careful." Abigail was secretly happy she was the furthest away from the firefight right now. She grabs her turret controls once again with her telekinesis.

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Raxis watched as shit hit the fan relatively quickly. One of Red Team was down already! "HAhahaha! First blood." He took note of Mosa in a mess of the fire fight, and he didn't feel like getting involved in that. Raxis was a bit concerned however, that even from high up, he couldn't spot blue team's leader. As Raxis scanned around, he noticed Deunan looking right at him. "I guess I'll settle for you, ahahah!" Immediately he jumps up and lands on a tall metal cover close to Deunan, his talons crushing the metal beneath them. "Well well well, what's a girl like you doing here all alone?" His sly screen smile twisted cruelly.

"damn it!" Gelon cursed and now focused full fire on Mosa, the force field of Abigail didn't affect his weapon since his projectiles were energy and not metal 'nice try but that won't work for me' he thought and run up to Mosa and Jump on to him 'this is gonna be rough and hard as hell!' Gelon thought and hold on to Mosa as good as he could but with most of Mosa's armor gone he could only grab on to what is left and the was not much

In spite of the barrier, Mosa still instinctively covered his head as the foam grenade exploded right near Erik. Having a pretty slow reaction time, this allows Gelon to shoot at Mosa repeatedly with the energy weapon, the bright bullets perforating his armor and causing him to flinch and stagger further, and allowing Gelon to jump right on him.

If he wasn't so indomitable, he would've fallen on his back right now, but he instead skids backwards as Gelon grabs him. Mosa was shocked, but he shakes his entire body around, determined to throw Gelon off.

In a few seconds, though, his surprise turns to excitement, impressed by Gelon's absolutely ballsy move.

"HAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!! You fight like a meteor, COMRADE!!", he roars out happily.

Dumping his light machine gun, Mosa grabs his blunt sword, holds it in reverse grip, and drives it backwards. Like the rest of his moves, it's clumsy, it's slow...but the weapon is so big it's going to be easier to try and block the ridiculous strength than to dodge it.


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Clockwork's helmet takes the full face of Preston's pistol, causing it to severely crack as she lands on the ground. Not having enough time to react, she can only see Preston grabbing her shotgun and ramming it to her dome helmet, shattering it into pieces, before he grabbed her and slammed her onto the ground.

Clockwork quickly rolls backwards, the pieces of her helmet falling one by one, revealing a neutral, dead-eyed expression.

There's something in those eyes....something hollow...as if she 'shut' herself down as she fights. That mischievous smile is not quite there anymore. Entering a slouched stand, she flexes her fingers, and the top of her gauntlets retract before sliding back, and revealing long, inactive chainsaw blades which slid forward.

She circles Preston for a bit. Obviously she's not going to activate the blades...not against an unarmored flesh and blood Preston. Even so, the serrated blades look like they could do some bloody damage. Suddenly, she runs forward, her chainsaws held back.....

And as she got close to him, she ducks and spins, preemptively avoiding an attack from him, before swinging at his feet with her right chainsaw, throwing him off the ground.

Not giving him a chance to counterattack, she delivers a powerful uppercut with her left chainsaw, striking his unarmored chest and sending him flying.

Seeing Preston thrown into the air, Clockwork activates her jetpack again, and attempts to dropkick the falling Preston......


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Deunan nods, her communicator still on hand. "Yes Ma'am!"

She can barely react as Raxis drops down in front of her, crushing her cover.

"!"

Taking a step back, she quickly analyzes the situation. Her nervousness is somewhat decreased by her desire not to end up like Ozma. Noticing that he carries no visible on board projectile weaponry, Deunan runs like hell across the arena walls. Adrenaline and fear driving her.

"C'mon,c'mon, c'mon,c'mon....!"

She doesn't even bother to try and shoot, since it'll just slow her down, and she knows that Raxis is way fast.

With her back turned to Raxis, she glances at the turret while she continues running, hoping she'd provide Abigail with a clear shot.

Gelon smiles at the copliment and does notice Mosa try to stab him with his sword, he qucikly place his left hand on his snout and throws himself over mosa as he holds his plasma cutter in his hand "sorry if this is gonna hurt" Gelon said and ram with full force his gun against Mosa's snout and rolls backwards over the ground and stands up, the force of the hit should have hurt Mosa at least a bit or at least make him feel anything, the only thing Gelon had now was an empty gun which he could use as an blunt weapon, if gelon only had finished that modification earlier he then had a close combat weapon that could keep up with Mosa's sword for sure "and you sure have some willpower Mosa, but it's dangours for you and your team, just being honest with you"

Mosa's helmeted head is droven backwards from Gelon's ramming of the gun. "G'KUH!!!" He stumbles backwards again, and holds his snout.

"Hehehehehehe...."

Mosa doesn't seem like he's willing to back down, though considering all the punishment he received, he's going to go down very soon.

"Surrendering won't do neither of us good. Survivors win, losers die.....but cowards are shamed."

Realizing that he won't be able to outperform Gelon depending on his strength alone, he flips his sword to hold it in an orthodox grip once more. His visor flashes, and his helmet reveals a mouth-mounted flamethrower, as he jerks his head back.

With a thunderous roar, he throws his head forward, and blasts Gelon with the flamethrower at full power. At the same time, he runs forward, and hopes for the flamethrower blast to surprise Gelon enough and allow Mosa to ram him with his exposed, wounded, but still powerful shoulder.

Gelon sees the flames and envelop him as he is caught by surprise is is rammed away and lands further ahead while snickering "he he sometimes it's good to be an coward and there is no shame in that, and not all losers die, cause even a survivor can lose more than he thinks" he said as he slowly got up and released his drone "forgot about my buddy you see" he said and let the drone fire at will at Mosa while Gelon regains his senses "never underestimate the weak and cowardly cause they can bite mean and viscous if needed"

As Gelon fell to the ground, Mosa was about to deliver the finishing blow with his sword....

"?!?!"

..When he realizes the drone fire at Mosa, finally taking him down, as his sword flew out of his hand, and his entire body crashes on his side.

"GAAH!!!!" Dust and ash rises around both Gelon and Mosa, and the Limiter Field keeps him down at last.

Score 2 for the Red Team, Mosa is down for the count.

"....Hah..."

Gelon can see Mosa's optics moving to look at Gelon from the ground.

"....Many kinds of strengths, there are.", Mosa grumbles, accepting his defeat.

Erik watched in awe as Mosa literally ripped the giant steel sheet out of the deck, that was going to leave a mark. Covered in foam, bleeding but some how still going. It was like watching an avatar of war sent to the mortal plain by some angry, vicious vengeful God. The metal sheet, propelled with all of the Crocodiles massive strength behind it, slammed into the turret, cracking one of the metal cover plates and indeed rocking the whole turret back enough that its mounting pulled partway out of the floor. Leaning drunkenly the turret spun round till its barrels faced the floor. Their Heavy Weapon was out of comission.

"Shit!" Erik swore under his breath before clicking open his Comm channel. "Fifty down! FIFTY DOWN!" he yelled "These guys have some sort of forcefield effect! We have to try and overload it! Pour it on 'em team! Pour it on!!" Sometimes there was just no such thing as overkill, there was only "Open fire" and "I have to reload". He reloaded his grenade launcher. Erik stepped out of cover to confront Mosa. Only he stepped out into one of Gelons foam grenades flying fast the other way hitting him square in the chest. Friendly fire god damn it! The sticky foam just about rooted him in place which didn't help with Mosa spraying bullets at him. He felt the quadruple impact hit him like a trip hammer. The bullets stitched up his torso from his right hip to his left shoulder throwing him backwards onto his back. They may not be fatal shots but the hurt like they were, he coughed painfully, he might even have cracked a rib. Thankfully his armour had absorbed the worst of it. They were up two kills but it had cost them, they were spread out, Gelon looked out of comission, and he wasn't faring so well either.

"Blue team, we have them running, drive up the flanks I want to surround that turret. Clockwork, Raxis I need a situation report. Come in."

Gelon pick up Mosa and pat his chest "there sure is my friend, now where can i put you down?" Gelon asked and smiled "i'm not gonna leave you here out on the ground now, you gave me a good fight Mosa and that gains honor and respect" Gelon said as he was walking with Mosa on his back even though he was heavy on him "so do you want to tell me more about yourself? i know where you are from, a test tube as you said so yourself but what is more to you, i'm quite intrested"

Raxis watched Deunan run and simply hopped from cover to cover following her, enjoying every minute. Metal crunching can b heard as he advances and gets closer and closer to Deunan. Finally, when they make it back to the middle, Raxis activates his laser cannons on his arms. "HAHAHHA! You're gonna LOVE this!" But, whether it was coincidence, impeccable timing, or the gods were shining on Deunan, just as raxis was about to fire directly at her, Raxis is riddled with bullet fire from the Blue team's heavy turret. "AAHHHH!!" Raxis managed to screech while being pelted relentlessly with the turret fire. He stumbled back, his armour crumpling easily under the gunfire. Raxis wasn't built like a tank, more like a glass cannon. He crumpled for cover. As if that wasn't humiliating enough, he could hear Erik barking on the comm. "I'm grounded. My joints are busted and the stupid limiter field is preventing my auto-repair functions from working. I'm out. Stupid turret." With that, Raxis lied on his back behind a cover staring at the ceiling waiting for this to be over. He oddly didn't seem to care. He knows fully well that if anyone were trapped in aerial combat with him, they'd be a goner.

Raxis is down.


Abigail connected with Deunan on the comm. "Are you alright? Do me a favour and deal with the sniper." With that, Abigail quickly moved the turret and aimed it at Gelon and his drone and opened fire. Might as well get two birds with one stone, she figured. It was now 3 vs 4. They could still come out on top. But so far, the underdog team wasn't doing so bad.

Mosa remain there for a few seconds, then very slowly turns his head towards Gelon.

"...."

Bullets are flying nearby. Debris falling everywhere, Preston, Clock, Ozma, and Raxis are incapacitated around them....and Gelon is talking casually like it's tuesday.

Mosa would roar out in friendly laughter if he had the energy to spend, but he merely chuckles, before thinking of what to say.

"Well..uhhh..... Mosa was raised by a Merchant King in da Ukraine. His name was...Razgriz. Razgriz Belkan. Good boss, and even better father. Mosa had pretty good childhood, learnt shooting from great mercenaries. Mosa grew up around contraband, guns, blades, and explosions.....and Mosa love dem blades. I mean, sure, you can go crazy with guns, but with blades..you get to go up close...personal..intimateeeee.", he chuckles.

"Father was pretty successful merchant. Easy to get all this stuff! Sometimes legally...mmmmost times, not so much.....", he says further, glancing at a piece of his shoulder armor falling like broken ceramic.

"What about you, tovarich? Where did you learn to make all those wonderful toyssssssss?"

"pretty intresting Mosa, but what does tovarich mean actually?" Gelon asked and smile at Mosa's question me well i was raised by my mom and dad but i was more of a book worm at school, but i loved physics and mechanics and excelled in those, so i became an engineer for a couple of years and then i joined the army and there i really got to upgrade my weapon and gear, my foam grenades i made purely out of lack for explosives and needed to disable a group quickly so i thought of something and built it and badam badum foam grenade, my drone is actually an old engineer drone which i upgraded quite a lot, it has it's own shields and repair system but i thought let's play fair and don't use them" gelon smiled and flick his hud up with the motion of his eyes though it was less wide "though i should activate the repair function now, and yes my drone has nano bots to repair itself though those are from an old and not so up to date version" gelon said and activated the repair function

"but we can become good friends Mosa and have a lot of fun, i always say don't judge a book on it cover or the story but the thought behind it and with you it's just the same, you look big and scary, had a good but some what illegal life but you are an awsome guy"