Qualifying Match: Rositro vs. Rustred

[The Great MM]

Qualifying Match for Robotica Championship 4-Way Match

Rositro vs. Rustred

Ref: my derpy self

Post intros!

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

A great synthetic light blasted the flat land like a bolt from God, and out stepped a fallen being of scraps and rust. Ancient form creaking and groaning with every step, sparks flying from three thrashing tails, Rustred strode across the grassland with an expression of disappointment on his mechanical mug.

"What? Pfft. There's nothin' here to smash! Laaaaaaaaaaame."

The machine giggled suddenly, a horrible, bouncing screech in his dry throat. He slammed his bulky blaster and hooked blade together, sending up streaks of fire and generating a loud clang!

"Well, least 'til my boxin' partner gets here that is! Ha-HAH!"

[Blerhwave]

Savannah, eh?



The usual teleportation beam flashes in the Savanna, but off to the distance in the sky, not against the ground. The humming of active rotor blades plays as the evidence to what has just been teleported- a hundred-meter long helicopter. After its approach, Rositro can be seen suspended by thick cables which are designed to haul a mech exactly like they're doing. Rositro's legs are perfectly straight, arms as well, hugging the mech's sides; Rositro is currently in a dormant state.
Now the helicopter enters the battlefield perimeter. As if he's been timed to activate once inside the field of battle, a quick flash of light goes off inside the visor, signaling Rositro's activation. His arms distance themselves from his hips and articulate at the elbows; his systems linked with the automated helicopter's, Rositro shuts down the circular magnets ending the cables' power, allowing the lithe meka to propel to the ground in a straight-shot. His steel feet land, pushing down the soil underneath his titanic, inorganic feet into indentations, flattening the blades of grass in the rectangular field created by them. Rositro straightens his legs, unbending the knees. Rositro's visor flashes a ">" by lighting the appropriate LED bulbs inside the visor to express his anticipation for the fight. He's prepped and ready for combat.

[The Great MM]

FIGHT!

[Blerhwave]

"There ya' ar'. Well, les get this show on th' road! C'mon, midg't."

Rositro's visor flashes with, "," in confusion over the machinist's thick Southern accent, but it does not change the fact that Rositro is about to attack, and the agile mech is quick to attack first. The left arm undergoes a transformation, sections opening up and contorting, panels sliding, until Rositro's bladed end is now a tri-shot missile launcher, that is raised without wasting any time to fire off a rocket. The munition passes through the air quickly, like the controller who shot it off. The shell of the rocket cracks apart on contact with Rustred's left shoulder, the core throwing a hot wave of force upon ignition. Rustred had taken the hit not expecting much, it is a single missile after all, but he's quickly corrected in regards to the strength of these missiles, and learns why only three are carried. The missile disassembles the rust covering to the point of impact with its dynamic shockwave, throwing hazardous shrapnel to the ground, impaled into the soft earth. The interior silver, which is surprisingly clean (surprising when you look at the outer rust of the mech)-rather, was clean, because the heat has burned plots of char into the interior steel and grafted dents and a few webbings of cracks-courses twice with electrical surges. Ol' Rusty tests his arms functionality out after sustaining the injury to his limb's major point of articulation, and the arm passes with flying colors.

"Well varmint, ya' fooled me about th' miss'ls."

Rositro does not answer Rustred's speech with an LED expression like before; rather, the lithe mecha mobilizes for another attack after his left arm reforms into the classic clawed tip. The extraterrestrial 'bot runs towards his sparring partner, traveling the landscape at a speed that one would not expect to see from a hulking titan of kaiju proportion. This attack requires 'stred on the ground, so Rositro performs a low sweep-kick (dunno the name off hand...but it's the kick when someone crouches against the ground and spins a kick like the person is breakdancing) to sweep the Machine Revolutionist off his feet and onto his back. For the next step, Rositro jumps about 170 meters off the ground, raised with the help of boosters, then Rositro comes down with the right foot, thruster activated, against the Southerner sentient's chest, to Rustred's left side of the green orb; the other leg plants into the ground. In a combination attack, he slams raises his leg and slams it down into Rustred's chest a second time, afterwards keeping it pressed tight against the rusty coating. The heat of the unconventional torch turns the aggressed armor florescent orange from the heat, as well as the silver underneath (although it does not burn with the same temperature as the rust coating being directly heated). Rustred speaks but one word.

"Grah!"

Ro' moves his foot from side to side applying a supplement of pressure. Rustred turns a little to the left with the chest's lime green orb glowing. He launches a column of heat and volatility that explodes against the right side of Rositro's chest panel. The force from the explosion has Rositro stumble back, his foot's thruster killing the grass underneath its stoutness.

With the appendage no longer bearing down on Rus', the sloth-influenced behemoth discontinues the torch. Rustred gets to his hooked feet, the damage on his chest cooling down, altering from glowing tangerine to a dark color. The rusty crust is now welded to the underneath layer of metal, more sensitive than the rest of the body from the heat. For Rositro, the blasted piece of chest is sharp and jagged, pieces blown off, and also a dark hue of scorch. Rositro decides to communicate his feelings this time, the LED lights under the visor lighting up.

""

Rositro charges forward, helped along by his vernier thrusters. At the right time, he lifts towards the sky, diagonally falling towards his target, right elbow bent for the impending incursion. During the fall towards "Rustbucket," force is built up to add to the heftiness of Rositro's looming hit. His elbow smashes the area of welded steel, punching through the armor that has not only been desensitized, but the under-most steel is vulnerable to blunt attacks to begin with. The appendage punches through, including the lower layer, breaching the machinist. Rositro's weight slams Rustred's body against the ground, bearing 62,000 tons of strain against the rusty body. Upon impacted with the ground, the blunt elbow pushes deeper into the opening, breaking apart additional metal belonging to the rim of the intrusion.

Attack successful, Rositro gets up before the flailing lengths of Rustred can attack him, including the clawed welders and sparking whips. Rustred's point of damage possesses an opening that exposes inner workings, gears and circuitry alike. While Rustred brings his weighted bulk to stand, Rositro points the newly-formed Fusion Cannon and fires an explosive burst of energy right at Rustred's torso...

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

(Southern? Heh, not quite. Try talk of tha street, boy-hee!)

"Not so fas', sucker!"

Rustred's eye shrunk down to its smallest diameter and launched out a thin spear of energetic acid. The narrow blast carved through air with a warped sleeve of heat and slid into Rositro's spherical burst with little resistance. The orb-like shot of energy was split into harmless gaseous sprays, bifurcated by the optic ray of the Rusted One. The thin blast did not stop there though. It continued, straight through the slain projectile of Fusion Cannon, into the barrel of the weapon itself, and then slashed across the right side of Rositro's torso. A hot line of melted metal was painted everywhere the ray touched. The sentient machine stumbled back some, alarmed at the ease of his attack's diffusion and the fluid conversion from defense to assault.

Rearing up with a laughing crow, Rustred lashed out with his left arm. The Rust Ripper whistled hauntingly through the air for a moment before it was flipped back. The long, heavy hook-blade took its place, the angular melee weapon rotating to strike Rositro's chest with its blunt side like a war hammer. The blow rung loud and true, like the thunder of a church bell. The metallic body of Rositro gave a barking groan as the area slammed by the hook-blade bent inwards, severing several motor-control cables and causing the defender to spasm for a brief moment. As the vibration of the heavy blow spread across the robot, it found a weakness- the streak of slag carved by Rust's optic attack. Splitting at this long fissure, the armor of Rositro sagged suddenly. It was no longer the sleek, complete protection it had been only a few moments ago. It was now fractured. It was broken. Vulnerable.

And the Machine Revolutionist would be dammed if he did take advantage of it. The sleazy machine smirked, one jaw hinge disconnecting to drop his underbite into a crooked smile. Time to fight dirty.

"Hey, look!" whined the Rusted Raiser in a voice like the buzz of a saw. "Somethin' ta' break!"

Two clawed tentacles extended from the ancient machine's back like segmented python spitting sparks from wire fangs. The long limbs each wrapped one of Rositro's arms and yanked him upwards. The sloth-like defense was pulled off the ground and hurled high over Rust's head. Releasing his foe in the peak of his arc, 'Ol Rust and Bolts allowed Rositro to plummet towards the ground and crater the dense earth at least ten meters with a tremendous, earth-shaking CRASH! RR's only response was to giggle softly. Struggling to rise behind the machine, Rositro twitched and jerked as his internal systems rerouted themselves away from damaged circuits. There was a line of cracks and splinters across the machine's chest, where Rustred had carved. Oil leaking from these shattered portions of armor like black ichor. Smirking hideously again, RR began to casual spin around, no hurry or concern in his step.

He was greeting by the glowing barrel of a Fusion Canon.

"Oh shit."

KABOOM!

The ancient one rocked back under a blanket of fire and smoke, bits of rust and degrade fling away from him in a large circle. The machine staggered, and a shiny new patch of under-armor flash in the sunlight. RR snorted, a metallic cough from his jaws.

"You call that a gun?" The machine seemed to have briefly adopted an Australian accent. He lifted his right arm, and his blaster hummed with energized acid green.

"This is a gun!"

Boom, said the RR Blaster. A orb of green destruction with a vaporous trail burned through the air, bound for the damaged area of Rositro's armored breast...

[Blerhwave]

Sorry for the wait Hayes. A family member passed away about 2 nights ago and I havent been myself.




Rositro tucks and rolls out of the way of Rustred's complimentary gift, releasing the full funnel unit into action during the roll out of the perimeter. Six of the remote devices stay safe from the reach of the rusted one's serpentine welders, charging themselves for a high capacity shot each. Another six sporadically constantly move from Rustred's front to his flank, and vice-versa, firing quick shots of their plasma beams each, but the attack is a disguise for the half-dozen miniature attack units' true motives- distraction! The last pod of the troop touched down in the exposed chest cavity that both layers of protection had been fused together, then (literally) punched through with a charged ram. Once a couple of small explosives are lain, the pod retreats and joins the six distractions in firing into that cavity. At the same time, the fully charged pods fire at the left shoulder. An internal explosion sends Rustred's systems on the fritz as the quick plasma bursts ignite the munitions laid, and at the same time. the plasma beams use their feverish beams to heat the arm joint and burn through some armor of the damaged shoulder at the same time. Rustred growls at the damage he's receiving but cannot calculate because of the explosion that severed a number of wires and fried some circuitry. He starts firing blindly, taking out three pods and nailing Rositro's right bicep. It is now that Rositro returns his remaining remote pods to his hips and arm, except both sides of the hips and the arm are each missing one pod.

Smoke continues to rise out of the open chest area. The internal damage accumulates into a very high grade of damage because of certain parts taken out, but by now the installed replacements have taken over the first set's functions. The visible gadgetry is gnarled and scorched beyond repair; Rustred will need replacements built back in the hub for the lost machinery. The bubbling metal has cooled by now at the left arm's joint, fusing the joint together. The rusted one moves his arm around to break through the connected metal, damaging the joint by doing that. Some wires poke out of minor openings made around the shoulder, luckily not severed. Rustred has gained one area that's susceptible to attack, and one area that's very susceptible to attack out of Rositro's opening waltz.

Rositro runs towards a slight hill and leaps from the tip. The hill is barely there, but it's still enough to jump off of with the help of thrusters. Rositro tucks into a ball and spins, arcing towards Rustred. At the right moment, Rositro uncurls and kicks his legs hard into Rustred, kicking diagonally down (so he looks like this in the air: \). The feet acrobatically connect with a sensitized piece of rust-armor, heated enough by the plasma for a small portion to crack off to the ground. If one were to look, there would be rusty pieces of metal scattered across the grass from chipped and disconnected pieces, most being shards but there are the scarce few larger chunks that have been removed. The kick makes short work of the weakened outer coating to deliver a hefty, blunt strike to the silver under-armor. Rustred unexpectedly staggers back but three steps. For the final dance, Rustred slashes his more straightened blades belonging to the right arm into the blackened right knee joint of the machinist. Twin lines are cut into the coal colored material, but by no means is Rustred's walking hampered. Now, Rositro boosts across 160 meters of distance with a kinetic charge, aimed to power-ram the rusted one...


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hayes, am i respecting your armor enough? im kinda afraid i might be damaging it too easily. am I alright?

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

(Nah, you're fine, 'Wave. The rust armor is really meant more for organic foes. It breaks and pelts them with shrapnel, that's its purpose. The upper-armor anyway. The AI Pulse, that's his trump card against other machines.)

As the sentient machine guardian charged in like a sloth-shaped meteor, the ancient one fired up the torches embedded in two of his claw arms. The robotic tentacles, still withdrawn in his back, spun Rustred- violently and suddenly. So suddenly that Rositro barreled straight past, his barred shoulder only grazing Rust's form with a quick flare of sparks. With a synthetic cackle, Ol' Rust and Bolts spun around and- quick as a copper cobra- wedged his hooked blade around the throat of the independent defense system. The blade, although not at all sharp, was slammed with so much force that it crunched right through the dark metallic coat of Rositro. A frowning face flashed across the vizor of the robot as his own momentum nearly took off his head, his metal 'skull' wrenching back and his feet flailing high over the rest of his body.

: ( : ' ( : ( : ' (

Rustred threw the sloth-like robot back down with a grunt, slamming the flat earthy with its oil-smeared mass. The machine thrashed and malfunctioned as it hit the ground, its limbs either twitching uncontrollable or grabbing at its parted neck. Sparks poured from the 'throat' of the thing as if from a skilled killer's knife. The segmented neck was almost split in two, cracked down to its core and beyond. It was a brutal 'wound' to the intelligent machine defender.

And Rustred just couldn't resist hitting it again.

"Sore throat? Jus' lemme patch it up for you!"

Screeching madly in laughter, the age-old robot pressed his trademark blaster against the open neck of Rositro. The bulky gun whizzed with sickly green power for a moment, then fired! Rositro was catapulted back as his slit throat was blown open by the energetic acid of Rustred, green flames and molten orange streaks flying from is ravaged neck. The heroic machine crashed into the endless earth of the grassland, shredding soil and throwing up dirt as he tumbled across it. A line of inky oil and emerald flames was left behind as the mecha-sloth rolled. Coming to a stop after he splashed into a broad lake, polluting its depth and emptying it of water in one action, Rositro slowly rose. Hit slag spilled from his neck as if a gateway to Hell had formed there, and the green fire of Rustred's favorite weapon burned behind the sobbing face on his vizor!

The energy of the Rusted One was razing his inner workings as well!

The downward curve of his digital visage suddenly accompanied by a pair of lowered brows, Rositro started his boosters with a loud roar and a burst of flames. The defender launched into the sky like a trained Shaolin warrior, stance impeccable and claws raised high. Rocketing towards the ground with another flare of his boosters, the sloth-like machine brought down a double serving of serrated steel! The twin blades of his striking limb raked down Rustred like the saber-teeth of a deadly predator, peeling away layers of degradation and gouging the silvery coat beneath. RR barked out an angry sound and stumbled back, two pale scars carved down his entire front. The machinist was a vengeful being though. He would not suffer alone! The old one lunged forward, attacking the very instant his rival touched the ground. The Rust Ripped flipped forward with a hollow whistle and plunged into the damaged breast of the guardian! The jagged blade sliced into wires and networks and connections, severing all it touched with its raggedness. Sparks burst from every joint and oily 'wound' on the hero, and his vizor flashed with every negative emoticon in his archives.

Not satisfied with simply piercing the 'heart' of his foe, Rustred hacked out a bit of laughter and began to saw down with his merciless weapon...

[Blerhwave]

The saw fulfills its purpose- but not completely. Through some maneuvering, Rositro jabs his straightened set of blades into Rositro's rubbery throat alloy while electrically charged, giving a shock potent enough to put Rustred back meters away. His cyclops eye and chest jewel flash like strobe lights while the systems distribute the extra electricity. The slash marks have orange outlining from the sudden heated temperature distribution and play the nexus that the sparks pass through from the inside, to out of Rustred's bicentennial visage. Rositro rises, ignoring his new slash mark, with but one emblem against his visor.

"</3"

Rositro runs forward with only slight boost from bodily thrusters, jumping at the right time towards Rustred but at an elevated height. Rositro's pair of feet take turns bringing metal crashing into rusty metal. Rustred takes a pounding during the acrobatic bicycle kick. Rositro reaches the last of his momentum, so he lands, but the Rusty One continues stumbling. With a chest dented and with armor withered away by physical blows, Rositro exchanges footwork for pure thrust, and jets into Rustred, dragging him across the landscape while slashing away at Rustred's chest, the victim of the bicycle kick. It is an upsetting sound, the alien blades tearing away chunks of armor, but Rositro does not relent. Rositro hovers backwards while Rustred keeps sliding, a second missile shot towards the fucked up breached chest of Rustred...

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

Screeching a curse like a spoiled five-year-old, Rustred whirled around, letting the missile bloom across his back instead. The resulting fireball sent waves of smoking shrapnel flying from the machine, revealing his pale under-armor with a silver gleam, but the sentient artificial lifeform was at least thankful that his chest was not further damaged. Metal ground in the Rusted One's throat like a growl, and the synthetic bruiser spun with a harsh crow.

"You think ya' can jus' fuck me up, boy?" spat the machine with a gush of crimson dust from his jaws. "No! I fuck YOU up!"

The ancient being charged forward on sparking heels. With a metallic scream, the degraded war machine slammed into the chrome defender. Rositro stumbled back, and his breast was wrenched apart by the hooked blade of Rustred. The old machine had shoved his angular weapon into the split chest of the sloth-like thing, its bunt edge snapping cables and breaking circuitry as it plowed forward like a thin battering ram. Rositro groaned from deep within, his inner working shooting molten bursts and liquid squirts. Bits of green fire still clung to the wires and alloy. Rust' smirked, unlatching one side of his mandible so that it fell into a lopsided, toothy grin. There was a mechanical whirl, and suddenly the hero spewed sparks like a meteor shower from his chest. Rustred was rotating his hook-blade, forcing Rositro's torso wide open! The sentient defense system kicked, trying to free itself from Ol' Rust and Bolts as it was opened up. A message of alarm flashed across its Cyclopean vizor.

D:)

"Aw, don' like that? TOO BAD!"

Emerald fury erupted from Rustred! Both his optic and chest ray fired into the exposed gullet of Rositro, a double-whammy of energetic acid! Green fire curled from the open machine like a sentence from God, a curse upon his metallic guts. The hero fought in programmed panic, sensing extreme danger from the assault it was suffering. The intensity of the other robot's struggled managed to loosen Rust's grip, and the mechanical sloth fell away, chest snapping closed with a flash of sparks and a shot of emerald coals as RR's rays pulled away. Ol' Rustbucket stumbled back in surprise, but let out a loud laugh of grim delight. Rositro- if he could- would have screamed. The damage did not stop because because the attack had. That terrible green power was still inside of him! And it ate away at his interior like a mechanical necromancer's plague, destroying everything it touched. The touch of death, the green essence thoroughly saturated the silver-and-grey hero, wrecking him from the inside out. From behind his single eye, the machine seemed to cry black tear- streaks of oil forced from a burst compartment. The tears were set aflame as a stray spark found them.

The old one marched forward with sharp clicks of his bladed feet as he trampled the shed shards of his own armor. With a skilled flip of his Rusted Ripper, the age old thing flung a few pieces of its own outer hull into the air. With a wheezing snicker, the machine caught the reddish debris in the barrel of his blaster. Leveling the bulky weapon on the hero, RR fired! A great blast launched out, green etched with burning red, and it hammered Rositro like a clap of thunder. The artificial guardian was sent tumbled back, its left shoulder hot and steaming. The steel skin was soft and shattered, malleable like the wet clay of a sculptor. And Rustred was an artists that carved his name in death! Embedded within the molten armor were tiny, blackened shards- bits of Rust's armor thrown from his gun like shotgun pellets! These little projectiles bit deeply into the heroic one, some only damaging armor, more finding their way into the machine's cavities and wreaking havoc. Each portion of the robot was experiencing the computerized version of a castle bombarded by cannon fire- fear, destruction, and frantic repair. It would be a moment before Rositro could move.

Cooing and cackling in equal proportions, the Rusted Raiser extended his clawed tentacles. The long, segmented arms flared to life with hot blue flames and stretched towards the collapsed Rositro, their bladed talons clenched and flame burning like the condensed inferno of a welding torch...

[Blerhwave]

my post will come later today/tonight, r3f

[The Great MM]

SW...

You know the drill. You have until tomorrow at 9:00 PM to post.

[The Great MM]

(OOC: Annnnnd SW/Rositro is auto-DQed. Rustred wins. I'm locking this thread to prevent it from becoming a bitch fit.)