trans_9 | Where we Stand (The Outsider's training Post)

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Where we Stand (The Outsider's training Post)

[I wanna bendy time this to two days after the announcement, so it won't seem too random.]

She felt guilty that she had taken this long. They had met several weeks ago, and she had made a promise to get to training as soon as she could. Sadly, things came up that had forced her to take some time for herself: she was in a better place now, and it was time to get back to business. uh

When it came down to it, the marriage planet had been good for couples, but her interest was with what happened with the people who hadn't participated. Once again, there was an attack,and when it happened, despite them being strong, capable people, it regressed to arguments and pointless infighting, and this was a problem. Then of course there was the idea of how to compliment one fighting style and another. After thought, the best thing to do seemed to have all the guys come here, show what they could do, and start organizing training that way, get some input, trade different information, relay tactics. It would be unorganized for this meeting alone, but afterward they could start and tailor the training to their strengths, add in situations that played on their weaker points for good measure.

This would be a good way to get other people talking, really start to learn about how they fought and where they came from. The Sensorium would be blank for now: she figured Beastboy should be the one to add a little flair to their surroundings.

She did have to compose herself a little though: she hadn't been happy to hear Tavros was gone. He had been a nice person, and he was Alex's roommate.

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And then there were some people that were going to act OK, regardless what happened to them.

Hit Girl's training with the Overlord had not been in vain: her speed had increased exponentially, and though she was kicking ass, she had no time to be taking names about it. Everything was quick, just like a REAL fight, and she was going to take full advantage of the craziness, running and taking her lumps. She hadn't been staying back like the water chick and that guy, so she got a few shots to the back, the leg and the chest. She swore loudly and started batting at some of shots before continuing to run on, then pulled out the guns.

"OK fuckers, let's go!" She yelled, shooting at some of the prinnies before they could start raining down and causing more havoc. That helped, but didn't prevent an ice spell from hitting her full in the face and then making her slip.

Once again, REALLY wishing she'd learned about delayed spells.

Ronnae was going at full speed, taking advantage of the distracted minions to start her climb of the pole holding the flag. She made sure to go fast enough without alerting the enemies, barring any more surprises, the flag would be hers in no time.

Beastboy shifted gears again springing about in rabbit form dodging the fresh barrage from above skidding to a stop near Katara and shifting back.

"Hey I forget, is it every hero for themselves or are we all on the same team?" He pointed at Ronnae who as it stands was the closest one to winning the day.

No sooner did Ronnae hit the ten-foot mark of the pole than the pole itself promptly swiveled open like a wide cabinet, and a mage concealed inside drew lightning through the drums arcing over his back. The crackling magic raced out to inflict not only injury, but paralysis as well.

Ronnae held on as the pole swiveled and shifted. She noticed the mage all too late however, the spell hitting its intended target immobilizing Ronnae mid-climb.

"Uh, this is nuts. I need to even the odds." Sho says as his chest plate begins to glow from underneath. "Everybody better duck." He pulls one side of his chest plate open and fires off half his Mega Smasher at the surrounding minions, trying to take out as many as he can in one sweep but trying not to hit any of his teammates.

"I think Ronnae could use some help!"

Beastboy would have called that he was on it but well...animal forms.

Darting through the sea of legs as a snake he slid directly under Ronnae and shifted back into gorilla form to catch her before she hit the ground.

"The hell was that?" Zetta said, looking skeptically at a large chunk of missing fortress wall next to him.

All right, fine! Turnabout is fair play! The interior of the back fortress wall abruptly puffed dust out in a large square as a panel disengaged and fell open. The Flying Dog emerged, discharging a pair of warheads towards the hapless Outsiders as the 200mm beam cannon warmed up.

Great! It looked as if the others were starting to use teamwork! Unfortunately, she knew enough not to expect that Overlord Zetta would maintain letting them have the upper hand. No sooner had she thought that there came two warheads headed straight toward them.

Not on her watch.

She swallowed, praying this would work, then took her shield and threw it at the warheads with dead accuracy, making sure they would explode before hitting any of the other members. She sighed inwardly, as she loved her shield, but if it would stop the warheads...

Ronnae moved slightly, still under the effects of paralysis. She turned to look at Beastboy embarrassed, giving him an appreciative smile. "Th-thanks... S-sorry you have to lug me around... you c-can just drop me over there." She was embarrassed both at her situation, and having it been Beastboy who came to her rescue.

She couldn't believe she dropped her guard like that, then again she wasn't expecting the pole to be more than just that, even less a damn mage spring out of nowhere. Soon as the paralysis was gone, she'd show him just why cloth wearers were her favorite targets. That is if he wasn't dealt with already.

Beastboy tucked her close to his chest protectively unable to make a snarky or flirty response and instead opted to lash out at the closest enemy keeping Ronnae safe till she could move again. Once she was mobile he had a new plan for capturing the flag but it would require her to at least be able to use her arms.

She appreciated it all the more. She smiled up at him from the curled position she was in. Soon she was beginning to feel mobility again, groaning a bit at the pain, but flexing her arms alive.

"I'm g-good, thanks..." She looked outwards to the battlefield before moving from his side, not wanting to fall for another trap.

Beastboy grinned his gorilla teeth...which could either look horrifying or hilarious depending on the gorilla. He adjusted his stance once he had a moment to breath and pointed at the flag hefting Ronnae in the other hand.

It was a maneuver he knew as the "Fastball special" Hopefully Ronnae would catch on.

He gave her a glance waiting for an OK. With muscles like the ones flexing under his green furry arm he could lift cars let alone the speed that she would be flung with.

And with any luck, Zetta was too busy to notice them.

She looked to the flag, then to him and smiled. 'Clever!' she thought to herself. She nodded once, and got near him, ready to be flung and catch said flag.

Beastboy pulled back and launched her with all the force he dared (He didn't want her to hit the ground too fast after all) and instantly began racing after her knuckle galloping just in case Zetta threw anymore threats in their way.

Only as he did this did he see a large flaw in his plan...

To start? Those two were not going to be the only ones going for that flag.

Hit Girl was used to quick fighting and, thanks to his training? Was used to suspecting that in an Overlord Zetta simulation, you NEVER went for the object desired without expecting a trap. So once Ronnae went down and Beastboy went to her aid, Hit Girl saw her chance and scrambled over, glad to have all those minions out of the way. She was definitely breathing a little harder now, and she had several cuts and bruises along with rips to her cape, but she was still at a better vantage point to getting that flag now.

Provided that Overlord Zetta didn't have something else waiting, or that water girl and the guy with all of the stuff didn't start sprinting towards the thing themselves.

The warheads detonated -- not destroying the shield, merely flinging it off to one side and well out of easy recovery distance. Zetta would have considered destroying anything useful to be a waste; this was, after all, only training.

That bought then a brief moment as the launchers rearmed, though the beam cannon discharged towards Sho in a crackle of air-splitting thunder.

From the top of the ramparts, a fishing line raced downwards, the comically-oversized hook aimed for the gorilla. On the pole, the swinging door banged open so the paralysis-inducing lightning mage could discharge more bolts at Hit Girl.

And as Ronnae, soared for the flag, the massive pennant cracked open one eye, then almost lazily opened a massive maw to simply ingest the soaring orc girl.

When she saw the maw open her eyes went wide and her face pale. "No no no no please." And she disappeared into the pennant, out of sight of the team.

Inside she was freaking out, finally withdrawing her swords and swinging wildly at anything inside. She had a phobia of getting swallowed, mainly due to her encounters with C'Thun and Yogg-Saron. She wanted out, and she wanted it fast. 'I c-can't, not again.' She couldn't even focus well enough to build up her aura, instead it was more despair than fury lashing out at her surroundings.

Ok, everything was definitely getting crazy-which, in retrospect, was exactly what was likely to happen in an actual fight, but at least these were mostly trying to work together. She could see, though, that Overlord Zetta was definitely upping the ante up in this, especially when the warheads went off. When she saw the mouth open to take Ronnae, not to mention the fear on the orc/elf's face, she swung into action, avoiding the warheads quickly.

"Sho, Spiderman, give Beastboy your assistance! Hit Girl saw the mage, she'll have to take it on herself! I'm going for the mouth!"

Yes it was just a simulation, but Ronnae's fear was real, and if this happened to Ronnae in a fight, Katara knew her reaction would be the same. She launched herself up toward the mouth, sword in hand, and for a moment, the usually sweet waterbender looked dangerous, and now one could see exactly what Katara could do if pushed.

Beastboy would have cried out Ronnae's name when she was swallowed, let alone when she started screaming from inside but his animal form lacked the mouth for it.

And when he felt a hook snag him he let out a beastlike yelp and shifted forms sharply into that of a small birt darting through the air at the flag, flapping with all the power his tiny wings could carry.

It was his stupid idea that got her in there and he'd be damned if he was gonna let her freak out last longer then it had to.

As expected, the mage was coming at Hit Girl with his paralyzing spell. At that point she discarded her cape and let the barrier jacket do its part.

"Shield." It hit her, and while she felt a little numb, it wasn't like the full on bind that had taken Ronnae. It just went to show that Hit Girl had more than one trick up her sleeve, and was glad at least that she could come a little closer to ending this simulation, reaching out for the flag.

She hoped she had some cover though: things were starting to get pretty hairy.

Edited 2011-03-15 18:34 (UTC)

Did some ask for cover? Lash had had enough ~~of these motherfarking snakes~~ of this simulation watching on the sidelines and her own distraction done and finished, she sprung right into the other group behind Hit Girl, in her bright yellow spandex costume twirling her lighting stick like her life depended on it.

Trying. Really hard.

Not to crack a joke about something but sometimes these sentai urges were stronger than her. At least the adrenaline was high enough that she managed to keep her mouth shut this time and just concentrated on ending the simulation with the others.

Sadly, Ronnae, Zetta had averted the number one flaw of swallowing things. The inside was armored. On the plus side it was not digesting her, just sort of tossing her around like a dryer. Not that dryers weren't nasty things to get stuck in, mind.

The minion with the fishing pole yanked hard to sink the hook into Beastboy, then began flailing about violently just to yank him around as it reeled him in.

Obstacle the second, Hit Girl: the next ten feet of the flagpole were greased quite vigorously. And at the bottom of that section, the mage switched his attention to Katara as she jumped past, hurling lightning at the waterbender.

Lash... actually contributed the most to this engagement, at the moment. Because no sooner than did she appear, in costume, on the scene than the Overlord briefly lost all ability to coordinate the attacks thanks to a fit of paralytic laughter. "Who invited the Prism Ranger?!"

Beastboy squawked as he was snagged and yanked backwards through the air. He knew the hook should hurt but, well being the Sensroriums it wouldn't. Now he was just annoyed. Shifting into T-rex form her roared with fury and pulled hard on the line stomping ahead towards his goal trying to shut out everything else around him and focusing on the flag.

Yeah...that's a good idea.

He had not just dissed the costume.

The fact she was not a huge fan of yellow in the first place had already meant she was on the edge anytime someone mentioned it's bright color. Then the fact that said costume had slowly grown on her. Which meant. You did not. Diss. The costume.

The rage nearly overcame her, and lightning crackled around her body as if it was trying to get away from her. It did not want to be there. She twirled around the staff before the top orb opened up and a much more deadly spearhead peeked from the top. Time seemed to slow down and swirl around her. She swung her right arm back, and with all the strength she could manage, threw the lightning-cracking staff, spearhead first, right at fishing pole minion's head, hoping it would make contact. But she wasn't really checking to see if it had hit him or not. Oh no. Her anger was all directed at Zetta, you see.

"YOU..." Her voice was loud, angry, breathing in and our in a rather violent manner, carrying a warning. "...DO NOT LAUGH AT THE OUTFIT!" She removed her blaster from its holster and carried another, black gun that didn't fit her obvious yellow-themed weapon arsenal but was a souvenir from her old home. With a slightly inhuman cry and a display of acrobatics, she used the sentai gun's rope mode to attach itself around Beastboy's dinosaur form much like she would have done to climb her giant robot, pulling herself towards him and used the other to shoot things around her as she zoomed past them, tarzan style.

"NO MORE MISS NICE PERKY GOTH!" Oh but she wasn't just about done. Zetta wasn't to test them, and dissing her outfit really got her blood flowing. Suddenly she didn't just want to impress him. Lash wanted to crush him. She hadn't started out as a sentai in the first place, which meant it was time to bring out the big guns (metaphorically). The ace up her sleeve. Commanding Officer Powers. Thankfully unleashing a CO power didn't require a flourish of the hand, just a few words. The outsiders were a group, and she was part of them. That is all she needed.

"Terrain Tactics!" To the naked eye, nothing seemed to have happened. But a surge of energy flew from her into all of the other members, boosting their defenses and attacks. Maybe the overlord would understand just how deadly everyone could be together, if they all suddenly were able to move like super-powered acrobats in tight spaces.

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