2017-07-03 Putting on a Show

From Transformers: Lost and Found

Putting on a Show
Date 2017/07/03
Location Hutt Colosseum
Participants Frisk, Conduit
NPCs Launcher, Vashta
Plot Forced Fighters
Scene GM Lieutenant
Summary Round 1 of the tournament in the Hutt colosseum pits Frisk against Conduit. The real losers are the announcers, they just don't know it yet.

Prior to both Frisk and Conduit being ushered out of their own cells to head to the arena, Launcher will have informed both of them some important things to keep in mind. Depending on their actions on the arena, should they refuse to fight, they will lose their own heads or their opponent will lose their head. Depends on how gracious Hutt is feeling. "Put up a great fight, it'll keep you guys alive." He informs before going back to his cell for much needed rest.

Both will be on opposite sides of the colosseum, but Frisk will have his collar removed briefly to allow him to transform. But don't get too excited there, Frisk as Vashta will be watching over you, ready to slap on the collar at any moment when Hutt feels like having roasted chicken. The doors open and the arena that almost looks full. Crowds roar and cheer for these new contenders! Will one of them climb to defeat the decade long champion?

Contenders, make your way to the middle of the arena!

Frisk doesn't like any of this. There is sparring and combat but this is just... theres no honor in this entire situation and its making the microraptor want to rip that Hutt guy apart! He probably could too, he may be small by bot standards but he's still pretty big by organics. But nooo he's being forced to fight one of his own crewmates... a much bigger crewmate. This is gonna go great.

Stalking towards the center of the area, Frisk continually lets out a low hiss of frustration until he reaches his designated spot. At least he's been released from alt mode, maybe he won't be entirely destroyed. Just got to hope the Standard doesn't realize he can just kick the microraptor across the field...

Conduit steps out into the arena, and doesn't shade his optics because he figured it would be bright and had already dilated them down. He scans the crowd, and starts pointing up (sans smile) at random individuals -- his attempt to get the crowd engaged and perhaps help them live longer. Truly, Frisk, he's not enjoying this.

Conduit's small supply of nanite grenades remains concealed near his waist, but as he reaches for the first one to try - he has ideas on how to use them to make his attacks look much worse than they will be - his hand stops on its own. He tries again, dread slowly stretching across his already grave face as he realizes ... the collar knows. Drat. Fortunately, he has a bog standard blaster rifle, thrown at him from a dingy old weapons rack on the way up here. He takes up his own appointed spot, holding his firearm loosely at his side. The droop in his shoulders should further telegraph his feeling on this situation.

Looking up to the sky, both will notice a faint shimmering. The crowd seems to be rather glittery as well, thanks to a forcefield dome protecting everyone. There is also no other weapons around or anywhere to hide. There is just a big dirt circle to fight upon. It's a one on one with whatever you have.

In a box above the fight, with the best seat sits Hutt. He is in fact a giant greenish slug creature. With a control in his hand to detonate at any moment. The announcers are just above, "Instigating another Cybertronian warfare this series and we start off with something very comical! A Decepticon fighting some sort of chicken birb."

"Yes, folks, but we would never short change you as no doubt this feathered thing sure has some surprises in store! And we're about to find out in 3... 2... 1! FIGHT!"

Frisk is lowering into a fighting stance ready to- "HEY! FRAG YOU! I'M A MICRORAPTOR!!!" Said dinosaur makes a very rude gesture towards the announcer, "Fragging useless alien-" Frisk continues to mutter expletives about the announcers- cursing the beings that procreated to result in such useless wastes of organic life are amongst the many insults he says- as the countdown begins, dropping back down into his stance.

As soon as the signal goes out to begin, Frisk pounces forward, going straight for Conduit's knees. If he can take them out- with a hard enough hit, not a slash of bite, mind you- he can bring the Decepticon down to a more manageable level. He's just got to make sure not to injure the guy too much, that would be bad for escaping.

<FS3> Conduit rolls Reaction+Reaction: Good Success. (7 8 3 2)

Conduit peers through the shield above them at this Hutt character, and images him as best as he can for reference later - it's likely they are the first among their crew to see him. The images focus just as much on his control device. His head snaps back to lock on Frisk as the announcer begins this pointless combat ritual.

As Conduit somewhat expected, Frisk heads straight at him. A good first move, sure to rally the crowd. He feigns surprise ... not that those beyond the shield would notice ... and then scrambles to one side in a small cloud of dust. He swings the butt end of his rifle around to strike at the microraptor; a bonk from that looks as impressive as a shot from it, but much less injurious.

<FS3> Opposed Roll -- Conduit=Melee Weapons Vs Frisk=Reaction+Reaction

< Conduit: Success (7 2 6 2) Frisk: Success (3 1 4 3 1 4 1 7)

< Net Result: DRAW

Frisk lets out an annoyed growl as his attack is sidestepped, only for his visor to widen as the weapon comes down to bonk him. Splaying his pedes out, Frisk swings his arms up and blocks the strike with his forearms... mentally cursing once again, because OW, but doesn't let it show.

Spinning on his heel, the microraptor grabs Conduit's forearm and gives a tug to try and pull the larger mech off balance while also yanking his own weight onto the other's shoulder. With that weapon of his, its in Frisk's best interest to keep this close quarters... where his alt mode teeth can be used later.

Wow, he caught it. To be honest, Conduit expected to utterly miss, given Frisk's agility and the cloud of dust. When his arm is grabbed and tugged, he instinctively thinks to resist, but then realizes it's a better opportunity to take a (relatively) harmless fall. He tips himself into the direction of the pull, and attempts to do some sort of rolling / flipping maneuver. As he does, he utters to Frisk, "Let's put on a show."

<FS3> Frisk rolls Dramatics: Good Success. (3 4 1 4 8 1 8)

<FS3> Conduit rolls Deception: Great Success. (1 7 5 7 1 7 2 7 8 6)

Frisk would have grinned if his face was capable of it... ok maybe its best he doesn't have a face, that probably would have revealed their little ploy. "Mech, I always put on a show." Frisk kicks off Conduit as he flips forward, somewhat glad the mech isn't being entirely serious this fight like he had feared... again, he could have just kicked him across the arena.

Once Conduit flips, Frisk folds down into alt mode and pounces on the mech going straight for his throat with many many sharp teeth. Lucky for you, Conduit that Frisk doesn't actually bite down. The mech just puts enough flare and flying plumage into the strike to make it look good.

Conduit couldn't quite make out what Frisk's reply was, what with the rolling and tumbling into the dust. So, it doesn't take any trickery at all for him to put on a horrified expression as a microraptor careens at his face. It's a few seconds before he realizes that Frisk is essentially just gumming him, and he reverts right back to playing his part, writhing and grasping at the small dino with tensely curled digits that grab nothing at all. After he deems it's been long enough, he whispers, "Time to spread your wings," and with a gentle push he makes to loft Frisk up into the air. Once all eyes are on the other, Conduit pierces his neck in a few places; deep enough to draw energon, but too shallow to do any damage.

<FS3> Frisk rolls Transportation: Great Success. (5 5 4 3 5 5 8 7 3 1 7 5 8 6)

<FS3> Frisk rolls Plumage: Good Success. (2 4 3 4 5 1 4 8 8)

Frisk could probably have drawn energon if needed but with these standards he isn't sure how hard to bite to just do 'bleeding effect' and 'utterly decimate his neck'. Luckily Conduit does it for him, leaving Frisk to distract the crowd... just his forte. Pushing off Conduit's hand to give himself even more lift, Frisk makes it look like he was harshly shoved only to backflip mid air and spread out his alt mode's feathery limbs- making extra sure they glint off the arena's lighting.

With his little display done, and ego a little stroked by the crowd, Frisk quickly glides across the arena to cling to the side wall with a hiss back at his 'opponent'.

Conduit scrambles back to his feet, being sure to leave a hand pressed against his oh so grievous neck injury. He pushes on it slightly, to try to get a little more energon to drip out between his fingers. His other hand shakes a fist as a response to the hiss. The crowd does seem to be getting into it, and Conduit supposes he might be the heel here. He runs back to where he was flipped over and grabs his rifle, but rather than aiming at Frisk, he fires a few shots up into the shield while he growls at the crowd. He wonders how the shield will react.

Vashta walks slowly around the edge of the arena, leaving a faint trail of smoke in his wake. Eyeing both cautiously, as the announcers try to talk the details out to the crowd. "Seems like the birb likes to be a cheeky little surprise, but the Decepticon is NOT with out a fight!"

"Takes more than a few neck nibbles to take down a Cybertronian."

"Right you are, partner, and it looks like he's going to try shot the bird out of the sky!"

"Hunting season is in! Good thing the force field is strong, otherwise he wouldn't be allowed to do that, would he?"

"No he would not, but impacts do cause nice colors for use to view after impact on the shield."

<FS3> Frisk rolls Transportation: Good Success. (7 7 6 4 1 5 4 3 3 7 5 4 2 3)

Frisk is really growing to hate those announcer guys. Taking a glance around, Frisk scales further up the wall, wincing slightly as he has to put a lot of weight on his still burned wing. Once at the top, nearly face to face with one of the crowd members, the microraptor turns and leaps off his perch, barreling in a half glide half free fall right back at Conduit while he is busy shooting the shields.

<FS3> Conduit rolls Deception: Good Success. (2 7 1 1 7 5 6 2 8 1)

Conduit masks his disappointment at the shield being strong enough to only make a light show from his shots. It could just be this cruddy gun though. Since Frisk took his time to climb up and glide, Conduit was easily able to feign not noticing him. He slowly turns his back to the flyer, and lets him get a solid strike on his upper back, stumbling forward into a reasonably hard looking impact on the arena wall before him ... and trying to have the collar take some of the impact. He slowly turns, rifle still in hand and aimed low, trying to look menacing.

<FS3> Frisk rolls Unarmed: Good Success. (3 1 3 2 7 4 2 7 7)

Frisk clings to the mech's back, going for his throat again only this time using the angle to try and give the collar a gnaw and see if he can loosen it. With the speed he bit if its noticed, it could easily have just been bad aim on his part. Of course they have to make Conduit look bad soooo..

Frisk gauges into Conduit's back with his raptor like toe claws, dragging them down in what will result in very gory looking but mostly superficial wounds. Bleeders but not killers! "This thing is tough." Is muttered to Conduit around a mouthful of collar.

A light on Conduit's collar goes off. It's not deactivated but it gives him the ability to once again use his nanites. While Hutt activates that ability for Conduit, Frisk will lose his ability to transform as Vashta passes by both in a flash to attach it to the microraptor. "Feel free to blow up at anytime now."

<FS3> Conduit rolls Deception: Success. (3 1 2 2 5 2 8 2 5 1)

"Gah! Indeed. We'll ... keep trying." The raking down Conduit's back stings for sure, but again, a good decision by Frisk. Then, surprisingly, the collar clicks over, and Conduit senses his nanites calling to him once again. Excellent. Perfect. Conduit faux-struggles for a moment. "I'm going to toss you again, but take this capsule with you, by my waist. It heals. Do not open it yet." He drops the rifle and reaches back with one hand to grab Frisk by, well, whatever body part he can, in order to cast him away. His other hand sleights out the small capsule where Frisk can snatch it.

<FS3> Frisk rolls Improvising: Good Success. (5 6 7 2 6 3 4 2 3 1 7 6)

<FS3> Frisk rolls Plumage: Success. (3 2 1 6 5 2 1 8 5)

<FS3> Frisk rolls Plumage: Great Success. (7 3 5 8 1 7 8 6 6)

Frisk wants to do a whole number of horrible things to that smoke creature as it snaps the collar back on him, trapping him once again in alt mode. Frag it all to the- He makes some kind of noise of acknowledgment as Conduit explains a bit about what to do.

Just before the mech throws him, Frisk curls around the capsule handed to him, hiding it in the flare of his feathers and letting himself hit the ground in a roll. Getting to his feet, still hiding the capsule amongst his feathers, Frisk flares out the ones he can spare and gives a loud hiss with his now energon covered feet and jaws.

The crowd really seems to like Frisk's displays, even staged as they are with Conduit's help. Conduit decides that it's better for them both if Frisk is victorious. Besides, Conduit is already a mess. Fortunately, he just handed Frisk the key to making his defeat as convincing as possible. He gives Frisk a small nod and a head tilt ... the neck again ... and hoists his blaster rifle. Conduit starts shooting at Frisk, but he intends that the shots go wide enough to give the microraptor a clear path at him one more time.

<FS3> Frisk rolls Unarmed: Good Success. (8 5 4 4 7 5 3 7 5)

Frisk gets the idea. Its going to be hard to get to him in alt mode, as he is incapable of actually running, but he will make do. Getting a good grip on the capsule, he charges... sort .. of...

Hopping and staggering for all he's worth- at least making it look somewhat convincing/awesome (he hopes)- Frisk's job gets a lot easier once he actually reaches Conduit. Suddenly the Eukarian goes from somewhat clumsy to scaling the mech in a flash, lunging up to bring his teeth down hard on Conduit's neck and ripping in with tried and true Scalewalker ferocity. Once he thoroughly makes a mess, and is sure the audience has seen, the Eukarian snaps the capsule open and releases the nanites over the wound. He really hopes they'll repair the wound but leave the energon, otherwise they might be kinda screwed here.

<FS3> Conduit rolls Nanotech: Good Success. (4 6 5 5 4 3 7 1 7 1 8)

Conduit knows it's coming, and knows it will hurt, and he's right. He doesn't need to fake his reaction to getting rent into, but it's all he can do to not fight hard against Frisk, not just pry him off and wring him and ... thankfully, Frisk's assault lets up, and he senses the nanites filtering into the wounds. As soon as the pain subsides enough, he mentally connects with the nanites and helps guide them - repair internally only, don't take up too much energon, fix this not that. He starts losing concentration, but the nanites have buttoned up what they needed to, and shielded themselves within his frame. Once again, no faking necessary: Conduit falls limp, in a semi-conscious daze. Hope it's convincing!

And the crowd is in an uproar! Cheering and applauding, some even demanding to blow Conduit up for losing. However, it's Hutt's choice and while he is would love a good explosion to end the show, he needs to save Conduit for later.

"The little chickadee did it!" One of the announcers calls out, "Not as smashing as we're used to, but at that size he's lucky he didn't get slaughtered!"

"I guess they don't make Decepticons like they used to!"

"No they don't, my friend."

Vashta shoos Frisk away back to his cell while Conduit gets dragged along the floor.

The now energon covered Frisk hisses loudly at Vashta, glancing in concern back at Conduit, before hopping and hobbling his way back to his cell. He doesn't have much of a choice to do anything else. He only hopes that Conduit will be alright.... he also has now vowed to find those fragging announcers and rip them a new hole where something important used to be.

<FS3> Conduit rolls Coolness: Success. (1 4 1 5 1 3 4 4 1 4 7)

Conduit senses himself being dragged, pebbles grating along his back wounds and getting stuck, energon mud slime smearing down his legs. He's aware enough to hear the announcers, and their insult to Decepticons, and his temper flares, so much so that he barely keeps it inside. Oh, they make Decepticons just like they used to, you fools. You haven't even noticed, just as he himself designed it. Once they are all free, he will find them, and he will take great pleasure in correcting their misconceptions.

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