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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2014 0:05:42 GMT -5
Madra had been so used to being a puddle that he had forgotten to spread out among his new home. He was walking the Alpha's many hallways and corridors when a flier hit him and attached to his shoulder plate. Madra eventually pulled it off and looked at it's text.
'Come join Alpha prime's Fighting arena and be trained by the fearless warrior, Vespian.' Or so it read. Madra decided to look into the arena if not to better his skills but maybe it was also a good way to learn more about the creatures he was now in commune with.
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Madra pushed open the gate to the large arena. Madra's helmet looked about until it's jet black visor fell onto a large man who had three men laying on the ground. Madra guessed the large man was 'Vespian'. Madra walked onto the arena floor and carefully crossed to the man. He focused on staying silent and so he was. He eventually stood behind the man. He bowed trying to appear submissive.
"Excuse me Mr. Vespian I was hoping you mighty train me." came Madra's voice from his hollow skeleton.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2014 11:31:12 GMT -5
The promoter’s idea for putting out those damned fliers was starting to become very very annoying. Obviously the promoter was just trying to do his job and drum up something that could even resemble a fighter but the way he was doing it was all wrong. Strong fighters are attracted by the prospect of fighting other strong fighters not by fliers posted on every single miscellaneous wall from here until the bloody frickin sun. All it did was attract fighters that were far from the strongest to his arena and as such he had to put on displays like this in order to keep the powerful coming and the weak out.
Vespasian sat in the stands as he watched what looked like a battle trooper walk into the arena and up to the one gladiator that had the joyful task of taking out the trash that had been accumulating the couple of days before. This included the idiot promoter who had been rather forcefully told that his services would no longer be needed and that he would not be paid for said services. After which he was promptly kicked in the chest which sent him to his current fate. When the battle trooper walked up to the gladiator and bowed regarding him as Vespasian it made his blood boil. If this thing truly wanted to train with the gladiator then he should have at least known what he looked like. With a quick rise and leap he landed in between the gladiator and the battle suit with a large slam sending dust flying up. A quick moment for the dramatic pause his fist then lunged outwards and slammed into the gladiator’s chest. While smaller than the gladiator Vespasian’s force was ten times greater than that of any fighter in the arena and the gladiator was sent flying through the air before smashing into the far wall and collapsing into a limp pile.
“I am Vespasian. What do you want you walking piece of space metal?” Vespasian growled.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2014 22:01:22 GMT -5
Madra paused waiting for a response, when one did not come he went to reiterate. That was when a smaller male leaped between him and the arena master. He knocked the man into a wall with a single punch and that was when Madra realized his mistake. Vespain growled something cruel, but Madra only heard part of the message.
"Sir, I was hoping you could teach me how to fight. I know little, but I am an open mind and willing to learn." The voice rattled through the helmet and eventually out for the Arena master to hear. Madra was only the skeleton of the armor not a living being within. Although the tone the message came out as was assertive.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2014 20:15:17 GMT -5
The voice continued to reverberate through the battle trooper’s armor. It glistened under the light and as the arena master could hear the gladiator groaning a bit as he attempted to move after getting hit so hard. The gladiator knew though that by signing up for Vespasian’s training that he was not going to receive training in the traditional manner. Rather the training that he was going to receive was something more akin to a beat down day in and day out. That was how Vespasian taught his students; he literally beat them until they got better. If they couldn’t handle the training then they would leave and prove that they weren’t tough enough. If the battle trooper really wanted to train under the gladiator he would find this out very shortly.
Vespasian’s eye glanced up and down at the new suitor of his talents in making strong fighters. He turned and spit on the ground. When he turned back his eyes locked onto the battle trooper. “Oh you are thirsty to learn? Are you now?” Vespasian asked as his blood began to boil. He took a step forward so that he was only about a stride or so ahead of the battle trooper. “Then this is my first lesson for you…” He growled. Then with a quick movement Vespasian took a step forward and then threw a stiff kick to the battle trooper’s chest. If it connected, and likely it would, the battle trooper would be sent flying backwards a great deal of distance due to the force of the kick. If by some miracle the battle trooper dodged the attack the gladiator would follow up the kick with a hard punch that would no send him flying. In either case he would yell the following, “LEARN WHAT YOUR TEACHER LOOKS LIKE BEFORE SHOWING UP!”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2014 12:23:59 GMT -5
Vespian was a large man compared to Madra but Madra wasn't exactly the smallest person there was either. Madra nodded at Vespian rhetorical questions. Vespian growled a few words and Madra eyed the stiffening of Vespian's leg. Madra reacted quickly to the kick. He used his arms to make a small box around his head and chest then ducked under the mans kick. Madra let nhis guard down for a moment and in that moment Vespian threw a punch. It landed square on Madra's metal shoulder and sent him to the groun.
"LEARN WHAT YOUR TEACHER LOOKS LIKE BEFORE SHOWING UP!" the man roared at Madra. Madra's armor groaned in protest as the cellular skeleton made rise to it's feet.
"Will do Teach." Madra's voice vibrated out.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2014 23:36:11 GMT -5
The battle trooper avoided the kick to Vespasian’s surprise but he was smarter than the fool dressed like some kind of science fiction fan. The arena master threw a fist that sent him stumbling backwards before falling to the ground. The battle trooper’s voice then echoed throughout his helmet with a response that seemed to imply that the new moron to stand before him was in fact stating that Vespasian had accepted him as a teacher. This actually made the arena master laugh at the naivety of this supposed new student. How did he think that if he showed his face in the arena on the very first meeting of the arena master? Who was that arrogant? There was only one man on the entire space station that had ever done such a thing, and he was now sitting in the largest house in the influential district running Alpha Prime.
“If you think that I have agreed to be your teacher you are more of an idiot than I thought battle trooper. We have just starting the application process if you really want to be one of my gladiators. Your second lesson, learn to not say stupid frickin things like assuming I am your god damn teacher!” Vespasian would roar before launching a volley of energy blasts at the battle trooper. Five in total the attack was merely meant to stun and distract the new fighter long enough to allow Vespasian to leap forward and throw a Dynamite Kick. Upon touching the chest of the battle trooper the kick would cause an explosion to occur sending him flying. (Please note Dynamite Kick is a master move.) After watching this fool fly through the air he would stand waiting to see if the battle trooper was stupid enough to try and attack him back.
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