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The man who stepped into the baiter base in Toronto seemed aloof to say the least. As he sat there waiting, he seemed lost in a world of his own without the ability to come back down to reality. It was as if there was a fog surrounding his mind that he could not lift, and his distracted face drew much attention from the passer-bys. They could not imagine the kind of horrors that the man had seen, or the trauma that he was going through. The doctors had already been made aware of what had happened, so many of them pitied the man, not making eye contact, or whispering quietly about how they felt so bad for him for what he had gone through. None of this would help the man; none of it would bring back his family, or the many families that he had lost. As he walked into the office and began to fumble about, knocking things over, and tripping over the wires on the ground, the doctor found it hard to keep his composure. He had just destroyed a set of DNA samples that had taken over thirty hours to process. The doctor ground his teeth together, but he could not be angry at the clumsy warrior. All he could do was prepare him for his test. They had spoken briefly already, and that was what Dal'Mori had been waiting for. They were creating his code core. As they were putting the man to sleep, the doctor grabbed the core as it had finished being processed and he brought it to the now unconscious man. The magnetic weapon holster wasn't a large object, by any means, but it was effective. The man would be able to attach his weapon there with an intensely strong magnetic pull, and disable it at will to remove the weapon from it.

As the doctor attached the magnet to the man's armour, another lab tech was walking into the building with a core container from the prison section of the base. The container looked like a lump of rusted metal--robust and eroded. But as the metal was brought toward the large magnet, it was sucked onto the magnet immediately, the A.I. Core rushing through the contact point into the Code Core. As soon as it had entered the code core, it would flood into the man's subconscious mind, and it would begin the fight of their lives. The core, this time, was a dangerous foe. The beast had two sets of arms, though one was significantly smaller than the other, and its larger pair was large enough to use like the gorillas of the rainforest, running with the knuckles of its large hands, and the small back legs. The beast trundled into the man's mind--still dark and shapeless. The man's conscious had not broken in yet, and it was still preparing for the world around it to be made. The Vault Buster was a strange looking beast to say the least, but its punching power was incredible, and it was named for the sheer strength it exhibited--often seen breaking through barricades with its bare fists. The beast found the scent of the man it was to battle and approached him, ready after its long imprisonment to do some damage to the humans once again.



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The man that the Vault buster stumbled upon within the confines of the man's own mind looked like a warrior, to be sure. A warrior of the past--someone who had existed long ago. However, though the man's warrior attire was certainly dated, it held the technology of the new age. It was dated, and yet modern. Like he was some sort of modern day samurai or something. The core had known about the samurai of ancient times, and it had always wanted to fight against one. It would be one hell of a battle, it was sure, to go against a warrior of that calibre. But this man would have to do. If he did not satisfy the Vault Buster's curiosity and urge to battle, then it would be disappointing, but there was very little the A.I. Core could do about it. If he died, they would both die, surely, but at least the Core would bring this man down with it. Even if he only managed to take control of the warrior for a few moments, perhaps he would be able to escape the baiters before they terminated him. All the Vault Buster needed to do at this point was wear the man down. As long as he could smash him bit by bit and whittle down his defences, then there would be nothing to worry about. The Vault Buster seemed to take a deep breath and then it suddenly blasted forward. It didn't need to wait for this man to create the world around them. It was still able to run, and it felt earth beneath its feet, whatever it might be, so it could easily get an attack in before this man was fully prepared, it was sure. The Vault Buster charged directly at the man, pulling one of its massive hands back and then slamming it down toward him, aiming to slam its fist directly into the man's chest and crush the wind right out of him--along with some bones, hopefully.



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Rachel an Sophia sat in a field of wild flowers just outside of here they used to live in San Francisco. The field was a beautiful site of colors and the natural world, save for the old war ship that had crashed down on the edge of it decades ago. It was one of the rare times that Rachel ever left the house, let alone the immediate vicinity of their village. Her sister had somehow convinced her to come pick flowers with we, though how escaped Rachel at the moment. She didn't care though, they were having a wonderful time together. Rachel also recalled her brother was somewhere looking through the wreckage of the ancient ship, for...something or other. The only thing that really mattered was that everyone was okay and having a wonderful time. This truly was a rare occurrence. Perhaps Rachel needed to come outside more often. The laughs and smile of her sister filled her heart with joy as they shared this simple little thing. Rachel was happy. That was until she heard a noise. An alien noise, something mechanical that did not belong in their natural surroundings. Looking up from her task of picking a bouquet Rachel's heart suddenly dropped into the pit of her stomach. Her body froze and her hands locked up on the delicate flowers in them. Floating not to far from them was a terrible looking A.I. machine. And it was getting closer!

Rachel couldn't move, couldn't even breath as the thing drew nearer and nearer. Though its mechanical eye may have been devoid of emotion the Raven haired girl swore she saw malice in it. The thing wished her and her sister harm, and it was moving in to do just that. Rachel's eyes scanned the area for her brother, but he was nowhere to be found. This was so unlike him, he was never far, especially not when there was potential danger. She tried to call out for him, but as her mouth hung open it was unable to produce the sounds she wished it to. Unable to scream, to call out, to even warn Sophia who had her back to the thing, Rachel's eyes flew across her surroundings for anything at all that could improve the situation. Suddenly her eyes alighted on a metal pipe in the grass. Some part thrown from the wreckage behind them it looked as sturdy as anything her brother had ever used to fend off danger. With a speed she did not know she possessed Rachel sprang into action, finally shaking off the shock fear just enough to enter fight or flight mode. Scooping up the make shift weapon the young woman positioned herself between the the drone and her little sister. "St-st-stay back!" she finally spoke in a shaky voice that lacked any power or authority.

As the mechanical menace drew closer Rachel could tell threats would do nothing. The girl was shaking in her boots, she wanted to just flee and cry for help. But apart from being unable to call for help, Rachel was all that stood between this monster and her little sister. If she ever needed to be brave, even if it was forced and a false front, it was now. When the machine was nearly on them Rachel let out a yell and swung the object in her hands at the robot with all her might.



OOC: again being on vacation I have no access to a computer. Could I please have help calculating lines. XP
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The Vault Buster was sure that it had caught the man off guard, but as it threw the punch toward his chest, the scenery around him began to change, and the world slowly but surely melted into a rural area, and the earthy scent and fragrant breeze took the Vault Buster off guard. It was momentarily distracted by the sudden shift in things, and this distraction offered the man the time to easily vault over its attack, causing the Vault Buster to carry forward with the momentum of the strike without actually hitting anything. It took a few unsure steps forward as it slowed itself down, looking at where the man had placed himself and watching him warily. As the man's first attack come in, the Vault Buster saw the lacklustre commitment to it and almost smirked. A feint. The beast had seen enough battle to know the man was not trying to kill with that strike. But he certainly wasn't playing around, as after the first strike the second came quickly. As soon as the Vault Buster had made a half-hearted hop to the side to avoid the first fake attack, it knew that the second would be coming for where he moved to. The Buster immediately lashed its large arm upwards and grabbed the shaft of the spear as it was coming for him and halted it in its tracks with a snarl. The man, however, was strong enough to reef the spear back from the Buster's grasp and launch a second attack, slamming the blunt end of the spear in towards the core. The A.I. watched the attack coming and spun its body to the side in order to avoid it, though the butt of the spear still grazed its arm. It was harmless, sure, but it was extremely close, and the Buster could feel the man's strength. This fight would not be some sort of joke. He was strong. The Buster immediately charged forward toward the man once again, being careful of the distance at which he could counter or strike at using his spear. But as he closed the distance the Buster reared on its hind legs and attempted to grab the man with the smaller set of arms. If the Buster was successful, it would grab him and strike him with the larger set of arms while he was held by the smaller ones. If he missed, well, he could only hope he wasn't countered too hard.



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OOC: Well, nowhere does it say you HAVE to use all of your attacks. But it is a waste of a chance to hit the enemy if you don't. ;P

The Booster Drone had floated through the murky darkness and watched carefully as the world around it had taken shape. It could feel the woman's mind creating the field around them. It had to be a very vivid memory. The Drone could feel the heat of the perfect sun warming it's metal casing and the breeze slightly messing with it's hovering, though the Booster Drone simply adjusted the pads and even if someone had been paying close enough attention they would not have seen the adjustment. The field continued to take shape as the Booster Drone noticed the two female humans sitting together so peacefully. Somehow the Drone could not see the older woman having any fighting power at all. When the drone got closer to the raven haired girl he saw flowers in her hand and shocked looked. Was this really the human it was being used on for the test? The Booster Drone knew it was weaker than it had been when the humans had caught it and wrangled it's code to have to sit in waiting for this test, but this was an insult. She stood there mouth agape and the Booster Drone was not even sure if it should go after her or the small girl who seemed to emit more strength than the humans mind it was currently in. The Drone not feeling any fear at all slowly hummed closer to her wanting to continue it's intimidation, which was usually left up to the other A.I.'s it would attack with. It normally was a supporter rather than a fighter, but it knew enough to kill this woman.

The shout of the woman to stay back hit with no force at all and the Booster Drone let off a robotic sounding chuckle. “Silly girl.” It beeped at her seeing her holding the pipe, which in the right hands could do some damage, but it doubted it would in hers. She was physically trembling, the Drone had been correct in thinking that it had not entered the mind of a fighter at all. She was used to be taken care of, that had been apparent as she had looked around before even trying to fight herself. It could feel the fear gripping her mind even as the untrained swing came through the air towards it. The Booster Drone simply pushed with its pads and sent it up out of range from her swing. Soon as the pipe was out of the way it took it's opening to attack. She looked nimble but the Booster Drone could easily move along with her. Coming down quickly the Drone went to strike with its right pads on her face wanting to shock and rattle her brain giving two electrical pulses in quick succession.



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OOC: Dont forget to roll two dice as the Drone does get two attacks!

The drone was not exactly a cold-blooded combatant in itself, but it was not defenceless, either. This little girl seemed to tremble at the very idea of entering some form of combat, and as the drone released two blasts of electricity toward her she shrieked and ducked, lucky enough to have them miss her completely. However, the Booster Drone was far from done with this girl. It was not going to rest until it had left nothing but a charred corpse. She was not fit to be a soldier, let alone master an A.I. Core. She was nothing but a snivelling little brat! As the girl swung the make-shift weapon up towards the floatation discs beneath the Booster Drone, it merely surged electricity into the pads and sent itself veering off to the side to avoid the swing. Her strikes were sloppy and uncontrolled. Just fearful attempts at shooing the Booster Drone away. That would not work out for her, however, and the drone was going to make sure she knew what she was getting herself into. It found the best way to teach someone that they shouldn't meddle in things that they can not handle, was to punish them horrifically. The drone used the boost that it had executed to dodge her strike to carry it upward and then around, coming in a wide loop back down toward Rachel. It blasted toward her, and it did not stop, aiming to slam right into her chest with its full body weight and knock her onto her butt. Directly after the speedy charge, it whipped around once again, but as it passed over her this time, it blasted a pulse of electric energy toward her, releasing the muscle spasm inducing electricity in two separate bursts in attempt to catch her in at least one of them. Then, as it passed back around for a final time, the Booster Drone shot in toward her once more, aiming to strike her in the side of the head with one of its thin-framed arms.



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OOC: geez this dude rolls low >.<
Hey Kisame, it's Raven. SO a little bit of bad news for you, here. The Booster drone actually gets 4 attacks against you, due to the equation for attacks being Skill / HALF opponent's skill. So it would be 10 / 2.5 = 4 Attacks. So you have a lot of dodging to do as little Rachel. ;P

Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne

A normal fighter would have taken some form of pleasure in drawing first blood, usually that meant that they had the higher level of skill or were in the better circumstance. Dal'Mori however, was not one such warrior. In fact, he barely felt anything positive in combat, or for that matter anything negative. It was usually just an unnerving calm and even sometimes a rush from adrenaline when things were getting tough or he actually got hit, be it a solid blow or a firm glancing blow.

This was one of those moments.

This beastie was nothing like any he had seen or fought before... Save one. The one whom had wrecked his life. That thought got no further than that though, he couldn't dwell on it. Not now. This monster was smart, cunningly so, despite the image his massive form would have given as a first impression. This was brought, quite firmly, to his attention when the monster had actually taken a page out of his book and used a feint! He actually didn't see it coming! If it weren't for his reflexes, and the state of mind his body adopted when combat started, he would probably be sans a head right now.

As it stands though, he was barely able to bring his weapon up between the attack and his own body. The blow rattled the bones in his arms straight up to his shoulders, and pushed him a few feet away from his opponent's body. He was sure his arm had gone numb for a moment, and if it weren't for the surge of adrenaline pushing itself through his veins he was positive that attack would have hurt a lot more.

His body had his back though, and with the adrenaline rush he didn't need much effort to shake off the effects of the attack and bring himself back to full functionality. He turned to look at the monster, whom had not only managed to land a glancing blow, but had wound up behind him in the process, a feat usually unheard of as far as the man was concerned. If Dal'Mori felt anyway about this, it didn't show on his face, or in his stance, which once more was geared towards combat.

He spoke no words this time, nor spared even a second before he began to attack again. Speeding forwards, his weapon spinning in hand to build momentum once more, despite the fact that this apparently didn't even phase the creature who seemed to be able to stop his attacks dead. It didn't bother him, he knew they were strong, but he figured if he was going to win, he needed to start bringing out the big guns, and most of his damage came from built up momentum.

The first attack came quite suddenly. One moment his weapon was spinning rapidly between his hands, the next it shot out in a wide arc, spear tip first, towards one of the beast's limbs attempting to slice it clean. The second was launched using the momentum of the previous attack to bring the blunt end of his weapon around, flipping around his back in the midst of the movement, so the blunt end of the weapon was flung towards the other side's similar limb. His goal was to immobilize this huge creature, making it an easy target for a killing blow. The third attack was a long ranged sweep attack held by the butt end of his Bo, low and spear tip out and aimed towards just above what were perceived to be feet, once more attempting to go for a crippling blow to its limbs.




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