TheSoviet

((Intro is a bit short, but....))

Smoke obscured Major Reikoff's vision as the Supers blasted the door open.

"TacOps, RALLY!" He screamed to his fellow Malta as they stormed to the front room. He had been with the Malta for years; He was a TacOp Commander, but experience and tactics wouldn't help much him here. There was no cover but the boxes he was currently behind, and eight heros had just broken into his hideout. Only skill and a little blind luck could help at a time like this. He tossed a frag grenade over his cover, hearing a satisfying scream of two heroes as the grenade exploded at their feet. One of his Gunslingers foolishly teleported right in front of the heroes, pulling his assault rifle. He only heard one shot before his comrade flew past him from a haymaker.

The bases' only two Herc Titans came ambling to the frontline, spraying plasma into the heroes, but both were cut down by massive plumes of fire. They didn't even get to combine.

"Malta, RETREAT!" He yelled to his men again as they ran back into the base.

"No you don't!" Yelled an electric hero, following them.

The operatives remaining, Reikoff, a sapper, an engineer, two Gunslinger lieutenants, and four TacOps ran into the teleport room. The hero fired a massive bolt of electricity into the porter, surging the room with electricity. The power knocked Reikoff out......

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The Malta awoke in a forest. "So what the hell are we, Robin Hood an' his merry men?" Quipped one of the TacOps. Reikoff silenced him. He detected movement.

"On your guard."

((Crap. I forgot....Can he get into the rafters or something?))

"Damn, 'sall unnerground! Donny, haul it....I need yous somewheres." Dictated an obviously annoyed Johnny to his hidden minion. "Dat was too easy. Be on yous guys's g'ards. We goin' in for da next 'un."

The Family mob stood outside of the arena gate, waiting.

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Donny cursed. It was going to be tough to get to the top of the arena; it had been hard enough even getting into the damn place. The battle continued to rage below him, and stray blasts whipped past him every so often, but eventually he found a perch directly above an audience viewing window.

"Hee hee, dey'll luv da muzzle flash." He joked to himself as he crouched low to avoid detection.

"A'ite, troops. Come wit' me."

The Family entered one of the training rooms as a whole.

"But jes' in case...." Johnny pulled out a cell phone. "Donny, you at yer spot yet?"

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The guard hadn't been wrong; there had been another. A Family hitman stood crouched on the outside of the window, having drilled a small firing port for his sniper rifle into it. "In p'sition." He responded as he looked down his scope.

Whatever was coming up against his boss wasn't going to last long. Not with his eyes in the sights.

((Nah, it's only a bot.))

Johnny The Knife sat in his "Delivery" truck outside of the Coliseum.

"So 'dis where all da cool kids play, eh?" He inquired, shouldering his heavily modified Tommygun.

His right hand man, Erik the Fist, an underboss, acknowledged him.

"Yep." He grunted, holding his AK-47 tightly in his musclebound hands.

"Aiite, let's get outta da truck."

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The Coliseum guard, still flustered from the Skyraider assault, saw a nondescript bobbytruck pull away from the curb. Towards him came a tall man, ((The Knife,)) A huge enforcer, ((The Fist)), Three men in suits with Tommyguns ((Capo Gunners,)) And one man shouldering a 12-gauge. ((Marcone Buckshot.)) He thought he had seen another figure leave the truck, but he shrugged. Must've been his imagination.

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Johnny walked up to the guard. "So 'dis it, huh? Where we start?"

((Heh, the jump bot is all that's left, and he's currently on the ceiling, spraying his last clips.))

The porter crumpled forward, but through a miracle, teleported away.

The other porter, loading up a clip of incendiary shot, realized that this was his chance. He smacked the clip into the gun and began to unload bullets that exploded like small bombs, spraying the inch-wide explosion area with cinders and molten slag.

The remaining Raiders began to see that this was a lost fight. The shotgunning porters disappeared in a flash. As soon as the last remaining porter emptied his clip, he teleported away, just dodging a vicious swipe. The last two wing Raiders, going airborne as the Rikti stood back up, flew vertically away. They fired after them, but the plasma didn't quite make it to the attackers.

Weston's mediport kicked in; It was only the jump bot now.

It began to whip around the guards, slashing with twin machetes like something out of a B movie. Dropping the blood-stained weapons, it flew to the ceiling and reloaded, opening fire onto the lobby below it, peppering the entire room with Armor Piercing MP5 bullets.

"Hell." Carlos mused.

"Not again. Mediport!"

Mechanism smashed into him, "Killing" him instantly, though his limp body teleported away. The generator, out of range of its transmitter, flew into the guards and committed suicide spectacularly.

The porters with the assault rifles turned. Mechanism was clearly the biggest threat. One of them had Cryogenic rounds, the other, Armor Piercing. They opened fire on full-auto.

((Heh. I only assume my attacks will be countered; Sorry, I'll tone them down. I just figured if a shotgun to the face didn't kill you, a machete in the gut would only be an interesting attack to pull ))

"Aie!" Yelled Weston as he hit his jetpack; He had forgotten the damage it had taken. He began to fly, a very lopsided, drunken flight. The jetpack, now active, coursed energy through him. He yelled with pain. The surges knocked him cold. His jetpack softly wedged him into a nook in the building. He was alive, but definitely out of the fight for now.

"It just always has to end like this, doesn't it? Our pigheaded cap'n just has to make us fight. We didn't even come to fight, we came for a 'Raider meeting in the neighborhood. Jesus."

Carlos paused.

"Oh yeah." He remembered, drawing a .50 Desert Eagle and aiming at Mechanism. "We love fighting."

He fired the heavy-hitting slug towards the cybernetic warrior.

"SONOFABITCH" The clearly customized Jump Bot yelled as the rounds smacked into it. It was heavily damaged, but managed to shrug it off.

Drawing TWIN Skyraider Machetes, the Jump Bot flew at top speed directly into one of the guards, twisting its arms in a rotary motion.

The Machetes smashed into the armor, but penatrated several inches. The Bot twisted 560 degrees, and flipped onto the guards back, stabbing at his head.

The grenadier took the energy blast to the chest. He screamed as plasma burned through his bulletproof armor, but he survived. His bayoneted M22 only shinked! off of the Rikti armor, but a grenade to the face got his assailant away for a moment.

The shots Smacked Weston's left jumpjet. He yelled as electricity jolted him.

"I need reinforcements!" He screamed into a wrist-mic.

Four Porters appeared from nowhere; Two carried shotguns, two Assault Rifles. They opened fire on the nearest non-Raider, which happened to be Firecracker.

Carlos tossed up another Force Field generator and fired his flamethrower near Firecracker and the un-armored guard.

((Well, Damn, I can't win.))

Weston flashed him the biggest smile he had ever seen.

Mechanism turned behind to see what it was that Weston was planning, but he had anticipated incorrectly. He finished his 180 and looked. All the other raiders were distracted and fighting, but he felt a tinge, then he lost the feeling in his legs. He looked to his chest, and saw that a massive SkyRaider machete was sticking right through his stomach.

The irritable engineer swore at the death of his drone and began to spew flames into the newcomer.

Weston muttered a curse under his breath and hit his jetpacks, heading for the Hero. On cue, the engi' stopped.

The attacking hero looked to him, flying forward, shotgun raised, and could see his eyes gleam, even through his 'Raider helm.


Right before he shot him in the face.

As the Skyraiders continued their attack, the holder of the M4, uniform reading DAVIS Q., slowly loaded a single armor-piercing bullet. Drawing a bead on the unarmored guard, he smiled slightly, and fired.

"Ahahah!" Ltc. Weston laughed, a grindingly fake laugh.

"Ahah."

"Hah."

"Hoo."

"Open fire."

The Skyraiders all ducked, and the Jump Bot began to hose the guards with sustained fire. The engineer threw a small sphere into the sky that unfurled into a force-field generator drone.

As the Rikti charged from behind, the Wing Raider with the Grenade launcher set his ammo to detonate-on-contact and fired.

"Oh, hell!" Yelled the Inferno.

"Get close homes, we gone!"

The two Hellions watched the fireball eagerly, then went back-to back. Infernus snapped a finger, and his arm caught on a seemingly living fire which quickly spread to him and his comrade. The two flaming men suddenly exploded and were gone, and two Skuls had taken their place.

The two looked up and said only one word in perfect unison.

"Hell!"


((I will be intro'ing more characters as mine are killed off. I'm doing a bunch of groups.))

Atomic firecracker turned just in time to see a shape charge blast a section of the wall away. In walked and flew several skyraiders.

"Excellent work, Carlos." Mentioned Ltc. Samuel Weston, a Wing-Raider captain of high skill, absently gripping a SPAS-12 tactical assault shotgun.

"Yeh." Grunted his engineer, who stepped through the hole jetpack-less behind him wielding an advanced model flamethrower.

Two more Wing 'Raiders flew in quickly, one hugging an M22 Grenade Launcher, the other an M4A1 Carbine.

Bursting into the room came an Assault Jump Bot, holding twin military grade MP5s.

"Sign us up." Said Ltc. Weston as he motioned to the papers.

"YeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!"

Screamed Infernus at the top of his lungs as he and his comrade met Coldfire ((D'oh)) Head on. Their flaming blades slashed forward with incredible strength and momentum.

"Yo', Freaks!" Infernus yelled to the two unaugmented metalheads standing near the broken ice. "You Repr'sent? Com' help us save fir' doo'!"

Infernus and his Lieutenant charged to Icefire's melee range, fire swords drawn.

As he ran, Infernus threw down another pair of smoke grenades.

"Ally goin' down!" Yelled the Inferno. As charcold hit the ground, Coldfire right on his tail, the Hellion responded in the most basic way he could think of;

He drew his standard Hellion .45 and emptied the clip into Coldfire.

((There are only two of us, remember? I had to pick my Elite boss, boss, or two lts.))

As the Inferno hit the wall, Infernus sprung back.

"He's too tough!" Yelled his underling.

"Do'n worry, we get him later!" Responded the Warlord.

He reached to his belt, throwing several smoke grenades all around the arena, along with a flashbang straight for Goro.

The Hellions, using demonic sight, lurked around the smoke, looking for a new target.

"Tshyea, righ'!" Yelled Infernus as he and his comrade rolled out of the hammer's path in opposite directions. The sheer force of the blow actually tossed them into the air, but they quickly regained their footing and drew their fire swords.

They charged straight for Goro, burning swords in hand.

"Aww, yeah, it's rock man! And now I got you!" Yelled Infernus, hopped on battlelust already.

"Hellions fo' life!!" They yelled in unison, and smashed the ground with burning fists.

A crack of molten rock stretched to Goro. Below him opened a massive inferno.

"Der's too many!" Yelled the Inferno as he looked out to all of the fighters.

"Be careful, not all o' dem's again' us, 'member? We got da numbers fo' us!" Responded Infernus as he shot some plumes of fire haphazardly at Iron and Jord.

"Still mo' than tha Skuls we usually fight!" Snorted the Inferno as he joined his boss in the fiery assault.

"Yeh, but dat's da thrill of it!" Yelped Infernus gleefully as they synchronized and focused a large stream of jet-engine like fire towards their targets.

"Aiite homes, we got freaks, 'rachnos, 'n Circ's up abov' wit us, and dis Char dude right her'."

"S'do it!" Yelled the Inferno as they spotted Jord.

They fired a plume of heat into the sand, icing it over, and melting Jord's feet to it.

"She-yat!" Spat the Inferno to Jord. "Bet you think yous' all hardcore 'n sh't."

"Shov' 't, homes'." Responded Infernus. "Yous re'd?"

"Yeah, re'dy as I'll eva' b'." Confirmed the Inferno, again forming his fire sword.

"Ya'll ready to lose?" Taunted Infernus, breath blistering with heat.

The two Hellions flashed a couple of gang signs to each other and motioned a couple of hand signals. They crouched to combat stance and awaited their call.

"Ok, wha'd you all brin'?"

The Inferno materialized a sword of fire.

The Damned pulled out an Uzi.

"And yous twos?"

"Da family kill'r." Responded one, as he slowly drew out an AK-47 from behind his back.

"Niiice. And yous?"

The other Fallen only smiled under his mask, and pulled out a military-grade .50 Desert Eagle heavy pistol.

"Damn! Deci'zuns deci'zuns."

"Okay, Inferno. You got A-5? What'd you all get?"

"A-6." Responded the Damned.

"Teamed up, we got A-6, too."

"Damn! With those wep's?! Aiite, you all unnerstand that I need my heavy hitter. Damned, go take those two out for some target practice, jeez."

The two Fallen sighed, but resigned themselves to following the Damned out.

"Aiite then, see ya at da 'ideout boss. Kick some [censored]."

"Heheh, what're you, kiddin' me?" Joked the Inferno.

Both of their hands lit with sweat-inducing fire.

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((Actually, basically what he's sayin g is that you could be ANYTHING at the Coliseum. Anything at all. That was just an example, you didn't have to do so.))

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((Well, it was kind of my original plan. But whatever Khel says.))