trans_9 | In Which Teen Zetta Cruises For Chicks [Open. I am sorry.]

"Good. Here's the terms." She pushed START on her menu as well as options began to float in the air, and she moved her hands around, selecting options and setups. "The one with the highest score wins." Well that was deceptively simple enough. "But! I added a bit of a challenge to all of this! Unlike the game, there are a few objects randomly chosen a number sequence. They glow blue and could be anything from a building to a tiny dog walking around the city!"

Yes, this version had people screaming around in the city.

"Not only that, but the numbers keep changing too! So that means you might hit a blue thing and get...a big fat zero! Or you could just play it safe and find the things that give you points for sure, but if you get really lucky a single blue glowy thing could make you win the game. But I'll win anyway, so this is all moot point really!"

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"So... luck-based, huh? Your loss, then!"

Zetta began selecting his own options, too. Rather than a giant robot version of himself, he was building a robot that practically screamed "war crime"; its weapons were explosive and area-based. Not much focus for a single target, but the mecha would rain devastation on anything in range. Weak little blue dogs and hidden stuff that he might otherwise not see would rack up the massive points for him!

"I don't think so." Her hands moved around so fast in the menu it was near impossible to keep up with her, selection options that would both hit hard and quick. And a lot of rayguns and bombs, of course. She even added a bit of armor around it.

"Actually there's one last thing," she said, having finished with her giant robot. "You know, apart from the fact that we both have to pilot it from inside."

Well-played on shutting down the otherwise-inevitable "ZETTA BEAAAAAAAAAM!", all things leveled, zillions of points, victory for the Overlord.

"Oh yeah? And what's that?"

"You get the most points for destroying the other's robot."

The spandex-like outfit appeared from below and grabbed her, a sphere shooting her inside her robot. There was a headset, and a range of cameras that allowed to see everything outside.

Good thing Lash knew how to pilot these things with her Ranger training, huh?

"One will stand. One must fall."

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Ooh, tricky.

The Overlord leaped at his robot, turning in midair to face her. The chest cavity peeled open like an orange to accept him into its control room, snapping shut again as the numerous weapons armed themselves with ominous whines and malevolent hums.

He sneered, "Why throw away the game so recklessly, Lash?"

"I think you're forgetting something, Zetta." The fists of the robot's arms closed and then suddenly, things began to move and change behind her, so much that a near impossible amount of firepower appeared from all sides. Like a tiny camera that turned out to be holding an entire city. Guns, bombs, lasers, some kind of smoke machine (what), the simple looking robot had morphed and changed into some sort of monstrous devil hell hound.

...Yet still completely within the rules, just like the very first time she had done it in the original game.

"I'm the wunderkind. I make giant robots look good."

The giant mecha took a fighting stance, somehow still able to move with all that gear, its right hand forming a 'come here' motion.

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"And you forgot something too, Lash," Zetta said, the limbs of his arms swiveling as he fell into a pose of his own.

"I'm the Overlord. I make everything else look bad."

Now Zetta had built this robot with some unusual choices himself, because he was playing to win, and that meant he'd had a particular focus. Ordinarily he went with strength, of course, because in a good ol' hittin'-things fight the best defense was always a good offense. But here, he'd applied a different rule:

Speed is king.

A half-dozen ports opened on the front and sides of his robot, deploying not weapons, but booster jets. Tongues of flame burst out as they all fired at once, launching the Overlord backwards, away from Lash, as munitions and detonation flew outwards to annihilate the surrounding terrain. Buildings, innocent pedestrians, weak enemies.

Lash might WANT to have turned this into a brutal one-on-one, but the stakes were too high for him to play on her terms!

If the robot left alone in the dust could have sweatdropped, it would have. DAMMIT! Instead, there was a string of curses from Lash that flowed out like it was going out of style.

"OH NO YOU DON'T!" She finally yelled over her intercom into his. "Get back here!" The weapons fired from all sides, projecting the massive frame into the air, and probably hitting a few hundred or so civilian targets.

A building exploded.

If this was going to turn into a game of cat and mouse, then she was going to--

"!!!" Oh look. A glowing blue civilian talking a walk. Yet no match for a pair of giant robot boots. Splat. A few thousand points were her reward.

"Now where was I..." She flickered the remaing parts away and looked down at the controls, seeing if there was a red beep in the circle of blue ones.

There was a red beep. And progressively fewer blue ones. Zetta was slaughtering indiscriminately, even blindly, as his weapons discharged death over a 360 arc of slaughter. Had he gotten a blue or just done so much damage he'd pulled ahead? Either way, he's taking advantage! As soon as he saw Lash air-vault on his own radar, he fired the massive jumpjet on his back mount to rocket down the street away from her.

Did that thing even have a fire button, or was it just programmed to never stop shooting?

If Lash hadn't been in complete competition mode, she might have even found it very cool.

"You're not getting away that easy this time," she snarled, possibly enjoying this a little bit too much. The left hand opened and flew into the sky, the fingers separating and forming a hook that attracted itself to the body of the other giant robot, making this one fly towards the other.

"Don't move. I'm coming over."

As soon as the hook hit him, the booster jets on his front fired to stop him as he turned -- to throw a punch that added his robots strength to her own momentum. Hey, the Overlord was a strength-based fighter at heart, what can he say?

She could have said that it was just plans upon plans. Her Xanatos Gambit, if you will. Truthfully, it was just a good guess. Lash still had another robot hand. A hand that was now grabbing the punch of Zetta's own mecha, and attempting to keep it in there, as the robot parts shook from the pressure.

"You and your little robot are going to go splat reeeeeaaaally soon!" A little too cocky. A little too self confident. A little too open for someone to strike her.

The robot lowered its head. Its armored, pointed head. Pointed right at Lash.

Then the massive jumpjet on the back fired again, its charge fully restored by the break since its last launch.

And then its rear-facing weapons fired just for good measure and extra velocity.

"I...-huh." Oh. Oh no.

"Hey! Watch we're your pointing that thin-" the metal headplate tore thought the controls, a little on the left of where she was sitting, and Lash moved out of the way as a series of sparks exploded from everywhere (not to self - do not make cockpits like the ones in the zords anymore). The lights started to blink around her with a series of aborts and danger! Danger!

"No fair!" She had planned this a little too well. To be out smarted with simple brawn...

But she wasn't going to go down that easy. There was something else Lash really liked.

Explosions. Really, really, really big ones.

A fancy glass panel was cracked. A fancy red button was pushed.

"Ten seconds until self-destruct sequence initialized," it warned her and Zetta.

"I'm going to wipe the rest of the field with one massive nuclear explosion in this one hit and you with it! It still counts as a hit even if I'll be dead after that!" Well not really dead. Technically dead. Lash laughed at her utter brilliance. "Tee hee hee, I bet you weren't expecting that!"

Well Zetta, what do you say to that?

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"Uh... If yours self-destructs, won't it be the first one destroyed?"

Lash, brilliant scientist, wunderkind, thinker, inventor...

Undone by a simple technically.

This is what happens when you play in a distracted manner, Lash.

"...oh! OH DAMN IT! FUUUU--"

"...1."

"Have a nice day."

BOOM!

There was a flash of bright light as the robot exploded in a way only Lash could have made it done so; completely over the top and probably exploding that moon in the sky. Debris ran over everywhere and everything.

The points ranked on her side for the near destruction of the entire town, flying so high it was a miracle that game didn't shut down from point abuse.

...Then Zetta got the points for her kill.

GAME OVER.
PLAYER 1 WNRDKND = 11297643300576222
PLAYER 2 OVERLORDZ = 113929299017285922

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In the dramatic silence that followed as the rumbling faded and stillness fell over the demolished town, a pile of rubble quivered.

Then a fist thrust up through it, knocking aside a layer of metal and stone.

Okay, good, that way was up.

"HYAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" The pile exploded outwards in all directions as mana wreathed around the Overlord. "Know your role, universe! I OWN YOU!"

...wait, where WAS Lash anyway? If she'd gotten herself knocked out as Plan B to avoid the hitting-on--!!

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It just took a little longer than the Overlord, being at the epicenter of nuclear explosion. But eventually, one(1) hand finally pushed some materials away and a figure appeared in the debris, looking more like a ghost covered in dust than a real person.

Lash coughed and a tiny cloud of smoke appeared, before the wind blew away all the debris from her using a fake currents in the sensorium and they were left with a mostly white room again. The explosion might have not have hurt too much physically, but damn if her ego hadn't just been blown up spectacularly like the explosion itself. She looked at the flashing scores above her in disbelief.

"I-I lost?"

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"And let that be a lesson for you!" Zetta said, suddenly oddly stern as he waved a finger at her. "Killing yourself is never the answer! You make your enemies freaking FIGHT you for every last drop of your life!"

Seriously, if she had unloaded all her weapons on him, even after that headbutt, he'd probably have gone down. She just HAD to go for the big explosion!

Then the realization of what his victory meant hit him. He got such a slow-growing grin. "Soooooooo. Looks like I'm the victor."

Of course she had to go for the big explosion. In her mind, this plan was flawless! Flawless! The wunderkind crossed her arms in anger at the fact he'd dare lecture her about what she should do and not do in regards to fighting. His words might have been true, but she'd never say they were right in his face. Zetta already had too much gloating going on anyway.

"It's not like I have many changes to blow up like that and still liv-" the consequences of what just had happened dawned on her, watching the Overlord's face light up like a bomb going off, and she took on step back, "-....oh. Dammit. Best two out of three?" Fault her for at least trying to get away with it.

"Fat chance, Red Sonja," Zetta said, crossing his arms. "I passed your test!"

Funny how Lash could puff up thinking he had just brought up her rival.

"Hey! I am not Sonja! She would have done this in a much more boring way, I'm sure." But she was defeated. And with nowhere to run really, knowing how fast the Overlord had once moved to his castle. "Okay fine you win. Whatever." Lash was a sour loser just as she was the type to talk a lot about her victories. She'd get over it eventually, Zetta.

Edited 2011-05-20 19:50 (UTC)

"So then." Zetta paused dramatically, pondering how to best savor the moment and spring something on her.

Then he realized to his immense surprise that he really didn't want to be cruel with her or even screw this up. THAT was weird.

It -- it had to be because he saw some of himself in Lash, of course. (And not even in the dirty way, he'll think THAT later).

So instead of something horrible, he just grinned. "So what do wunderkinds like to do for dates, then?"

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