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Post by yaburu on Mar 3, 2010 21:10:18 GMT -5
Dore-Ay had been right in the middle of having sex with his wife when he got the news.
He had told his subordinates not to interrupt him unless it was an emergency. And the complete destruction of Armada qualified as such. He was particularly disappointed, as the sex was going amazingly well, Yay-Ann had already reached her peak, and he was soon to follow.
But duty called. As soon as he heard that Armada had been so damaged by Jericho that it shut down, both he and Yay-Ann began to quickly dress. As they headed to the control room, they got the news that Rosie had used Armada as a weapon against Jericho, and completely destroyed it.
Both Dore-Ay and Yay-Ann burst into the room, Dore-Ay demanding an update. "Sir! The Ground Pounders we had in the area attacked the Klennie's monster, Rosie."
"Payback for destroying Armada." Dore-Ay growled.
"Rose then attacked them after they landed some distance away. He's destroyed two of them."
"Is the squad leader still alive?"
"Affirmative sir!"
"Contact him."
"We're working on it sir. I should also inform you that a message came from Armada just before its complete destruction. It gave a total update on its systems and status...and Jok-Toons."
There was silence as Dore-Ay looked at the young Bartosian communications specialist "...And?"
"Jok-Toon, as of last update, was bleeding profusely from a large wound in his gut from a chunk of shrapnel. His last message was that he 'fought until the end. And to slap that stupid Klennie for sending that useless idiot walrus as help.'"
Dore-Ay's fists tightened "Oh...I'll do more then slap him." He growled "Get my personal Ground Pounder ready, with an escort of 25 more."
"Dore-Ay..." Yay-Ann began
"NO!" he cut her off "No diplomacy this time! That damnable Klennie has gone too far this time!"
Yay-Ann opened her mouth to object, but thought better of it. She realized that while her diplomatic training urged her to find a non-violent solution, Dore-Ay was right. Saberon and the Klenthurians had gone too far. Inside she felt somewhat sorry for Saberon. She had seen Dore-Ay fight on more then a few occasions when he was angered. And while Saberon Tchove had razor sharp fangs and claws and a ruthless attitude, she wasn't sure he'd be able to contend with the sheer brute strength and rage that Dore-Ay would come at him with.
Dore-Ay personal Ground Pounder, manned by a group of hand-picked Bartosians, was prepped and waiting for him.
"Sir" his communications specialist said "Word just came that Jericho has been destroyed."
"That's nice" Dore-Ay growled "Now take off."
About halfway there, Dore-Ay's communications specialist turned to him again "Sir, we just got a transmission from the Klennies. They're requesting we come pick up the reamins of Armada. Shall I tell them we're on the way?"
"No." Dore-Ay said simply
Turning back to his communications array, the specialist put a hand on the Bartosian weapon in it's holster. He had a feeling he might need it soon.
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Post by The Great MM on Mar 3, 2010 21:31:09 GMT -5
Saberon stared out into the smoldering wreckage left by Jericho’s final attack on the Lizard’s Nest. His forked tongue licked the air maliciously as air blew through the cracked window. From behind him, a young, rather bright green, Klenthurian worked approached. In a sharp voice, it hissed. “A Bartosian vehicle is heading our way.”
Saberon slowly turned his head so only one of his red, slited eyes looked at the smaller creature. “Did they make any contact?” He spat, turning around and gazing down at the other. The Klenthurian nodded a no. Saberon snorted and stepped down from the ledge, his cape flaying behind him.
As he walked out of the command room, heated air blasted his scaly hide. Several busy reptiles dodged the ruler’s path. Soon, in the crowded halls, Saberon spotted Gatoro. With a whistle and a whip of his finger, the powerful Klenthurian was behind the reptile tyrant.
The crocodile-like Gatoro snarled when he spat. “What’s going on now? We beat Jericho.”
Saberon nodded as they descended down the central tower of the Nest. “Indeed.” He hissed, “But it seems fur-face didn’t like the way we do things.” Gatoro’s eyes narrowed, “A single Bartosian Ground Pounder is on its way. I’m going to say hi.”
Almost ten minutes later, Saberon and Gatoro had been joined by numerous Klenthurian guards. They stood on one of the landing bays, and as the soldiers held their weapons, Saberon stood tall and brave, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed. Behind him, Gatoro took a stance, his head lower, breath thunderous, and shoulders rolling.
At long last a flicker of light danced in the sky as the Ground Pounder descended with a sonic boom. It came down in a cloud of smoke and dust from the base’s ground. No sooner than it landed, the powerful soldiers rushed out, all ready to kick some ass and take some names. The Klenthurians and Bartosians stood their ground, ready to fire at a moment’s notice.
Then, at last, with a cloud of white mist, Dore-Ay descended from the craft. His walk was might and face twisted in rage and hatred. The powerful being walked closer to Saberon, ignoring the tyrant’s readied guards. The two stood tall, not impressed by one another.
Dore lifted his hand and extended a finger and banged it against Saberon’s golden armor. “Never before have I-“
Before he could finish, Saberon exploded. “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?” He screamed like a mad man, catching Dore off guard, “YOU DO NOT ATTACK ONE OF MY MONSTERS IN A BATTLE IN MY BASE! YOU DO NOT COME TO MY BASE UNA-FUCKING-NNOUNCED AND PROCEED TO BE BIG AND TOUGH!”
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Post by yaburu on Mar 4, 2010 20:24:29 GMT -5
"ATTACK ONE OF YOUR MONSTERS!?!" Dore-Ay roared back "That Bayskeh-filled (Bayskeh=roughly Bartosian equivalent of shit) walrus of yours DESTROYED our supreme weapon!! Did that get through your scaly ears you ugly Klennie!? DID IT!? Armada is GONE, as is our BEST...FUCKING...PILOT!"
Dore was now so close to Saberon that both of them could smell the others breath. Every Bartosian and Klenthurian steeled their nerves and prepared for the inevitable. Each one started sizing up individual soldiers on the opposing side, looking to see who would be best to shoot, and who they could go hand-to-hand with.
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Post by The Great MM on Mar 4, 2010 20:49:51 GMT -5
Saberon snarled in rage. "Attack!?" He spat loudly, "YOU FLEA-BRAINED APE! Your little hunk of junk was already destroyed! Rosie put what was left of it to good, proper use... Like any real soldier would do!"
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Post by yaburu on Mar 4, 2010 20:58:00 GMT -5
"It was still salvageable! And Jok-Toon might have STILL BEEN ALIVE!!" Dore-Ay yelled the last part with such force that spittle rocketed out of his mouth and splattered on the face of Saberon.
"You incompetent, megalomaniacal RAH-KAR! (a Bartosian insult, and a pretty severe one at that)"
Dore-Ay's temper has finally taken over, and he slams his fist into the nearby wall, creating a rather large hole.
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Post by The Great MM on Mar 4, 2010 21:47:46 GMT -5
Saberon snarled in rage. "Alive?" He laughed, "ALIVE!?" He wiped the saliva from his forehead, "Who fucking cares!? This is war! There are ALWAYS casualties in war!"
In anger, Dore smashed his fist in the wall again. Saberon roared like a fierce animal, blasting the muscled alien with his hot breath and droplets of reptilian saliva.
As Dore wiped off Saberon's saliva, the Klenthurian snarled again. "And just for that previous shit!" He snorted, bringing up a wad. Dore's eyes grew wide as he mentally dared Saberon to do what he thought the Klennie would never do...
Saberon spit a wad right between the fury's face.
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Post by yaburu on Mar 5, 2010 2:44:21 GMT -5
That was it. Every Bartosian in the room knew it. On Bartos, spitting in one's face is the single gravest insult there is. All of Dore-Ay's guards took aim at a Klenthurian and waited for their leader's signal.
Dore-Ay wiped the reptilian lugi off his face and cocked his hand back, then swung it forward, slamming it into Saberon's chest with all the force of a battering ram. The Klenthurian ruler flew backward, slamming into the wall, cracking it. The damage was obvious, Dore-Ay's immense power had dented the armor, but it had still done it's job and protected Saberon.
With a hiss and eyes that contained pure, unfiltered and raw anger, Saberon stood again. Before he could leap in at Dore-Ay though, he saw the Supreme Commander unholster his gun...
...and then drop it to the floor.
"Let's do this Klennie!" he said, cracking his knuckles loudly "And I don't want ANY interference from any of you, am I clear!?" he ordered his guards.
"Understood Supreme Commander!" they all responded as one.
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Post by The Great MM on Mar 5, 2010 20:56:05 GMT -5
Saberon snickered as he looked down at his dented armor. Dore stood tall and powerful, his men watching on. Gatoro looked back at Saberon, and then at Dore and snarled. "NO!" The tyrant hissed, cocking his neck and making it pop.
Dore smashed his foot on the ground as Saberon walked forward. From his side, Saberon pulled out his Dragon Caster. The Klenthurian snickered and lifted it.
"Stupid mammals." He hissed and pulled the trigger...
Dore's eyes grew wide, but the blast of energy went straight past his head. Suddenly he heard a splat and then the thud as a body fell behind him. The Bartosians all screamed in rage as their headless comrade's blood pooled around the area.
Saberon snickered and licked the air before tossing the weapon to the side. Dore looked behind him just at this time. Taking advantage, Saberon charged forward. He pounced like a wild animal.
"I'LL RIP YOUR FUCKING THROAT OUT!"
Dore let out a snarl as Saberon's claws stabbed into his shoulders. The Klenthurian held tight onto his back, lashing out with his crushing jaws. Blood began to fall as he moved his hands around, dragging his black claws across Dore's throat...
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Post by yaburu on Mar 5, 2010 21:13:53 GMT -5
Dore-Ay's blood spurted out and splattered across the mighty Klenthurian's face, but he was quick to strike out with his arm and catch Saberon's own. Both men were fully consumed by bloodlust now, and both wanted the other's head to use as a trophy.
Saberon snarled but then grunted in pain as Dore-Ay squeezed his wrist, nearly crushing the bones. And he could have, it was well within his range of strength to at the very least crack the wrist, but he held back. The Bartosian Supreme Commander wanted to create just enough pain to distract Saberon so he could deliver a punch to his jaw.
He'd break Saberon's arm later. Now, he was more interested in watching his teeth fly out. And, true to his plan, several did fly out as his fist made contact with Saberon's jaw, and again the Klenthurain flew across the room.
As Saberon pulled himself back up, holding his jaw, he heard a cry from one of his men. He looked, and Dore-Ay was holding one of his guards by the throat.
"Eye for an eye, Rah-Kar." he said with a smile. Dore-Ay twisted hard and in one fluid motion, the unfortunate soldier's neck snapped with a loud, sickening crack. Another, more violent twist, and the head came clean off.
Bartosian blood on Saberon. Klenthurian Blood on Dore-Ay. the head and body of the soldier were tossed callously at Saberon's feet. True to form, Saberon paid them no heed and leaped back into battle with Dore-Ay.
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Post by The Great MM on Mar 6, 2010 0:15:33 GMT -5
Saberon snarled as he drew in closer. Dore lashed out with a hammer-like blow, but like the trained fighter he is, Saberon ducked low. The blow hit nothing but air. As the furry being lashed out again, Saberon leaned back on his tail, propping himself on it and lashing out and upward with a devastating kick.
The result would have been lethal for a human.
The claws that tipped Saberon's toes dug into the chest, just above the nipples, and sliced upward before stabbing directly into Dore's under-jaw, between the neck and chin.
The Bartosian screamed in rage, but couldn't finish completely as blood began to flow into his windpipe. As Saberon pulled his feet back, the powerful opponent managed to grab one of his ankles.
With a show of brutish force, Dore-Ay dragged Saberon down, half-spun, and released. The reptile was sent crashing some distance away. Dore clutched his wounded throat, coughing as he did.
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Post by yaburu on Mar 6, 2010 16:38:16 GMT -5
Saberon skidded to a halt by digging his claws into the floor, and leaped back at Dore-Ay, his claws raking across the Bartosian leader's face. By now both Klenthurian and Bartosian guards were yelling encouragement for their respective leaders. Some were even taking bets with their counterparts as to which ruler would win the battle.
Meanwhile, Dore-Ay had managed to grab Saberon by his tail and swung him violently into the wall, causing a large crack in it from the impact, then slamming his massive foot into Saberon's side, sending him across the room. The Klenthurian tyrant, clearly feeling the effects of that blow, coughed several times, spitting out blood before whipping around cracking Dore-Ay, who had been moving in to further the punishment, across the face with his tail, He followed this by opening his already blood-stained jaws and hoping to clamp them down on Dore-Ay's throat, but Dore-Ay was too quick to react, slamming his knee full force into Saberon's gut. Even with the armor, the impact was devastating, and Saberon vomited up bile and blood all at once before Sore-Ay cracked the back of his skull with his elbow, sending him back down to the floor into his own puke and blood.
Beleiving the fight to be won, Dore-Ay placed his foot on Saberon's back and rasied his arms, bellowing to his fellow Bartosians. Though as he was about to find out, this was a decision he'd regret very much.
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Post by The Great MM on Mar 6, 2010 17:02:54 GMT -5
Indeed it was a bad mistake, for as Dore-Ay let out a victorious roar, he was soon to learn why the Klenthurians were known for their ruthlessness. His eyes widened in pain and his thunderous roar turned into a shriek. Below him, Saberon had thrust his clawed hand up, stabbing his black nails into Dore's groin.
In an instant, Dore-Ay stumbled back, grabbing his crotch as rivers of blood flowed through his fingers. Saberon snarled and rolled to a stance, throwing a chunk of something to the ground.
As Dore continued to whine, Saberon smeared Dore's blood across his golden armor. "No rules." The tyrant spat a wad of blood and snarled.
As Dore continued to clutch his wounded privates, the Klenthurian soldiers watching began to laugh hysterically.
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Post by yaburu on Mar 6, 2010 17:30:22 GMT -5
The pain and shock of losing a chunk of himself slowly wore off, and was replaced by rage.
"No...rules." Dore-Ay agreed, blood pouring down his leg.
He charged in, taking a few swings that were nimbly dodged by the far more agile Saberon. One punch struck right through the wall and trapped Dore-Ay's hand in it, effectively immobilizing him.
With several of his fellow Klenthurians cheering him on, Saberon smiled a toothy grin and stabbed his claws forward, right into Dore-Ay's side. But no sooner had he done that then Dore-Ay used his free hand to throttle Saberon around the throat. "Forget that I have another arm Klennie?!" he roared while yanking his other arm out of the wall, bits and pieces of it trailing with him.
Saberon dug his razor-sharp claws into Dore-Ay's wrist, but this only made him tighten his grip. With a malicious smile, Dore-Ay closed in on Saberon's face, so close both could smell each other's breath.
"Eye for an eye, Klennie."
Saberon's eyes widened as he all at once realized what Dore-Ay had planned. Dore lifted the Klenthurian ruler up as high as his arm would stretch, and cocked his hand back for an uppercut. Saberon could only close his eyes and mutter, almost in annoyance, "Ah, crap."
The Supreme Commander's fist came up right directly into Saberon's groin with impact enough to crack the pelvic bone. While Saberon had preferred to perform a little slice and dice with Dore-Ay's unit, in true Bartosian fasion, Dore-Ay just pulverized the fuck out of Saberon's.
He let Saberon drop to the ground, clutching his throbbing crotch as the Bartosian guards took their turn to laugh hysterically at Saberon's plight.
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Post by The Great MM on Mar 6, 2010 19:08:20 GMT -5
Dore roared on, his sound deafening out the cheers from each side. Saberon's forked tongue flickered in the air as he stood up with a limp. Every inch of both fighter's being screamed in pain, but the two stared one another down. A cool breeze swept between them, and then the unthinkable happened.
Saberon began to laugh, wheezes of pain coming from every chuckle. The slight laugh turned into a full blown crazed sound as he clapped his hands again. He hoofed and shook his head, drops of blood falling from his nose.
"Well done, Bartosian." Saberon hissed, continuing to laugh as he walked forward. "Well done." He took another limp step, blood trailing down his face and several small cuts and gashes.
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Post by yaburu on Mar 7, 2010 13:42:17 GMT -5
To an untrained civilian, Saberon's actions would be taken as either a trap, or a decent into outright insanity. But to a seasoned warrior like Dore-Ay, it was obvious. An unspoken respect had been forged between the two, a respect forged in a mixture of Bartosian and Klenthurian blood. And while one Bartosian and one Klenthurian had to give their lives for this respect to come to pass, in Dore-Ay's mind, he knew that both of them would gladly have given their lives anyways to their respective leaders if they knew that such an act would help mend the Bartosian/Klenthurian relations.
Dore-Ay limped toward Saberon as well, and extended his hand, deciding that rather then a traditional Klenthurian or Bartosian sign of friendship, a neutral Earth sign would be best "And well done to you too, Saberon."
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