[4.1] Instant Crush: Fear Factory!

[Maester of Evil]

PHM launches into the horde of encircling mechs, ripping and tearing into them with reckless abandon. "What is this amateur shit? Am I supposed to be impressed? Because, spoiler alert, I'm not." After sending two mechs crashing with energy blasts from PHM's feet and another four from its hand lasers PHM's audio receptors pick up two beeping sounds approaching him from behind; pivoting on its feet Benny finally registers the two suicide mechs coming at him... and smiles.

"Just like the Kashmir Valley right? Not bad, but nothing I haven't dealt with before. You see, its all a matter... of speed." Powering up all its rockets Benny sends PHM flying towards the suicide mechs and, when within range, cuts them off except for its feet thrusters. With the added momentum from that burst of speed and PHM's thrusters pushing it back Benny has a stabilized and controlled but still powerful charge sending it forward. Punching forward PHM's fist crashes into one of the suicide mechs and with, with several 360 degree spins that make PHM look like a top, sends the mech flying towards Dukes ship.

"Granted your little butt buddy's got a clear shot at me, but that's about as intimidating to me as white boy on a moped is to a Hell's Angels. So give me your best shot prag!" PHM swirls around to face the second suicider, its arms in a cross guard position.

[killeroftheminge]

The spinning mech shot towards the flagship, it's beeping getting louder and louder as it was close to detonation. Just before it could hit, however, a loud CRACK could be heard, as a ballistic shell impacted with the hull, crushing the occupant and causing the mech to explode prematurely. Dukes, inside the cockpit, has a huge grin plastered on his face as he gets up from his seat, surveying the landscape and deciding it was time to make his appearance.

"Flight Surveyor, this is Dukes, are we ready?"

"Yes, Force-Commander, Fear Factory is fully charged and outfitted with 4 generators for maximum efficiency."

"Good, good. I'm coming in now," Dukes responded, entering the hangar bay and laying his eyes on his darling, his one true love. Fear Factory, the only baby he'd ever need, shining in the dim lighting of the hangar as its suspended over a closed off drop pit.

"Oh I missed you, baby...it's been way too long, but that's OK now. Now, we got some good toys out there that we can wear out. Oh yeaaah..."

"Uh, Commander?" Dukes was brought out of his reunion by the hangar supervisor, whom kept his distance for his own safety after seeing Dukes get so...intimate.

"Alright, alright killjoy, let's drop her down."

"Sure thing, just need to load you up-"

"Huh? Load me up? This your first day....mmmmmmichael? This your first rodeo?"

"Huh, no, sir I've...been a hangar supervisor for-"

"Ok, well, let me just tell you that I'm not the kind of guy that likes to load up. Ain't nothing more satisfying than falling down with the ole girl."

"Wait...wait, you don't mean...sir, you'd be killed by the incoming fire! Not to mention the impact-" The man was cut off as Dukes lifted him by the collar well above his head, bringing his face closer to Dukes' as his hot breath flowe'd into his face, whispering "Now son, if there's one thing you DON'T want to do around me, it's telling me what I can and can't do...you got that?" Michael nodded his head furiously, terrified by the man's strength and the rage in his eyes. "Good," Dukes replies, dropping the stuttering supervisor on the ground, "then go ahead and drop her, Son. I'm gonna be right behind her.

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A large circulation opening appeared on the warship, and upon its sight the remaining members of the Fear Troopers began to hoot and holler, the whole battlefield erupting in cheers of "DUKES, DUKES, DUKES, WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, DUKES!!!!" 

As if appeasing the call, out of the hole fell a massive machine, dropping through the dog fight in the sky (taking a few with it), with a lone Dukes chasing behind it, decked in his battle gear to protect from the harsh winds. He can hear battle all around him, and as he falls he takes in a deep breath through the nose, taking in the smell of burning skin and leaking oil, his grin growing wider and wider. He manages to pass by Andante on his way down, shooting his own middle fingers and mouthing "fuck you" as he passes. Fear Factory finally lands on the ground, with Dukes landing in the mech shortly after, it's shock absorbing floor taking much of the impact away, but it still left his teeth chattering from the pain, and he reveled in it before he came back to reality. The massive machine lifted an index finger to the group of rebels, halting his Fear Troopers as it did, bringing an unworldly silence to the battle. 

"This...this is what I wanted. This, is why we're here...to rip, tear, shoot, and rend, AM I RIGHT?!" Dukes calls out, his men cheering in unison as he says it. "So," Fear Factory gets into its battle stance, balancing its frame on its two arms whilst its tail snakes behind it. "Here's the deal, you can either line up, single file, and I can just take it from there...but that ain't fun, am i right? So, we'll do something a little bit different; you try and guess which one of you I'm gonna kill first. Place your bets fast, though, cause HERE I COME!!!" Suddenly, Fear Factory began to charge forward, giving the group a only moments to think of some countermeasure against his onslaught. The rest of the Fear Troop continued their assault, focusing their attention back on the group as their leader charged forward, his grin and eyes sparkling with anticipation and malice. 

[siegwardofcatarina]

Duke's mech certainly looked formidable, there appeared to be four objects on its back that looked like generators. Derek could only guess that this Fear Factory was a power hog with some powerful attacks. He threw the light discs at the huge mech, although it was more a test of the mech's defense then an attack.

"Cover me." he radioed to the others.

Light up the Night flew upwards and back so that the sun was directly behind it. Derek then began to gather as much light as he could towards him. It would take him a minute or so to get enough light for this attack.

[Maester of Evil]

PHM is sent flying from the suicide drone's explosion, singing the outer layer of its armour and rocking its interior. A bloody gash spreads across Benny's forehead as his vision blurs for a moment as time seems to slow down...

Then Dukes makes the mistake of flipping him off.

A rage takes hold of Benny as he becomes laser focused on the Force-Commander. Realigning his mech topside and facing Dukes, he shifts power towards Pretty Hate Machine's thruster on the feet, back... and left elbow. As he rockets forward at break neck speed he aims to deliver a rocket powered-punch, the spikes at the end of its fist adding a gruesome and tearing quality to the strike.

"I'm going all in prick! Your skull's gonna be a fine paste after this attack!"

"EISENHAND: Zehnfacher Streik des Berges!(IRONHAND: Tenfold Strike of the Mountain!)

[killeroftheminge]

Dukes thunders across the Mars landscape, kicking up a huge plume of dust in his wake as he surges forward towards the rebels, his men firing all cylinders to keep theit attention diverted. He did notice the light shield dude floating towards the sky, and it didn't take a genius to understand why. 

So, you're soaking up some sun, huh? Guess that would be handy if your main power is light, though I don't think I'm gonna give you that chance, buddy. 


"Men, see that bastard in the sky? Take him out, rush him, do whatever you can. Oh, as some incentive, whoever brings me his arm gets a promotion" 


"WHOO-HA, SIR YES SIR!!" 


Dukes could always count on his men, willing to do so much for him, especially die. He loved seeing that, not gonna lie. As he charges, he detects a strange noise coming from behind, thrusters being cranked to 11. Dukes swivels the cockpit of Fear Factory to see that Andante guy flying towards him, screaming something about a raging hard on fist or something. He's coming in hot...good. With a flash of his pearly whites, Dukes pulls forward on his control scheme, having Fear Factory do a roll right as Benny was about to impact with the hull. But this wasn't a dodge...this was just lesson number one. As the machine rolled, it's tail managed to slam straight into PHM's torso, and with it moving forward at such a speed, it managed to throw Benny towards Derek's figure in the sky, attempting to knock out two birds with one stone. 

"THAT'S how you do it, dickless! You wanna tussle with the big boys, you're gonna have to try a lot harder than a zooming punch. Now then..." Dukes repositions Fear Machine...and targets Morgan's Wordsmith. "HOW ABOUT YOU FIRST, SHRIMP!" Dukes cackled as Fear Machine lunges forward, spraying a Salvo of plasma bullets from its fingers towards the mech.

[siegwardofcatarina]

"Guess I should've known you wouldn't make this easy." Derek said to himself as Duke's men made a bee line for him. He hoped that having the sun at his back would make him harder to make out against the glaring sunlight. Then he noticed the flailing body of PHM flying straight for him. "Scheiße!" Derek was forced to use the light he gathered to defend himself. A large cube of light formed in front of him. As PHM collided with the cube, the cube squished, acting like a ballistics gel and absorbing the impact. It wasn't enough to completely stop the flying mech as the cube was pushed into Light up the Night and flew a bit back. However, both mechs were left unharmed by the collision. Derek dispelled the cube and a glowing aura of light surrounded the mech.

"Well, since you're here can you give me some cover?" he causally asked Benny. "If you can buy me about thirty seconds, I can knock the big guy down a peg."

[Kacey]

After tackling and punching some of the mechs away from him, Alejandro radio echoed the voice of Derek. "Aye aye Amigo!" he said into the radio to Derek, rushing over to where he was. On the way there, he was attacked by the drones. Rip My Heart Out could take a couple of hits from the lasers before the mech would take sustainable damage from the lasers. Alejandro finally made to where Derek was "Here to help Amigo!" He said to the radio, tackling one of the mechs to the ground and throwing punches at the tackled mech, hopefully doing enough damage to cripple the mech's pilot not killing him.

[Maester of Evil]

Benny was more than a little peeved at the whole situation he found himself in and Alejandro sent him over the edge. PHM picked itself off the ground, having taken a massive dent that crumple about a quarter of its chest from FF's tail, and pointed a finger at Alejandro's mech. "Ti chlenososushiy ublyudok morzhoviy!(You cocksucking motherfucking walrus!)" Benny roared at Alejandro in shockingly good Russian before turning to Derek. "Do what you want. All I know is that I intend to rain fire on this son of a bitch!" Benny says before rocketing off into the sky about 5 meters before maintaining a hover. The two metal circles on PHM's shoulders pop out a few feet, revealing a veritable arsenal of missiles; the two armouries begin to spin at an increasingly rapid speed before Benny finally chimes in.

STALNOY DOZHD': YAROSTNIY UDAR NEBES!(Steel Rain: Furious Strike of the Heavens!)

A barrage of missiles fire out of the shoulder circles of PHM, raining down fire on Dukes and his soldiers. Though the missiles certainly pack a punch the area of effect is only about 30 square meters in size and are screaming through the air towards their target without any real sense of control. The saving grace in this is that PHM is firing about 5 missiles every second, the sheer size of the barrage striking and decimating a few handful of drones in the process. Benny lets out a berserker scream.

"This is how its done Dukes! didn't need UN approval to do that now did I? Oh man... I do not envy the paper-work you're gonna have to deal with after this. Well actually..." After his barrage is finished, a good nine seconds or so, Benny and PHM glide back down to the ground and land gently on their feet. "Crause is the one that's going to be doing all the paper work. I mean, he's the one in charge; the one holding your leash. And why wouldn't he? A wash-up like you is only good as a hunting dog to send out when the rich boys playing at officers and the crony's want a problem solved without ruining their careers... because they know you're a relic. And you know what the worst part of it all is?" PHM points a finger at FF. "You let yourself become a relic. You got lazy, bored. You became another weapon, nothing more than club to bash better men's enemies with."

Benny smiles before he finishes his sentence. "You gave up on war... and the world gave up on you in turn."

 

[alren]

One moment Morgan was clearing a path through the throng of drones that had surrounded Josh and himself and the next he was the focus of the titanic mech barring down on him firing plasma from his fingertips.

"Christ! Can I catch a brake here?" Morgan shouts as the Martian desert around him started to become super heated cement as the plasma fell around him, the heat enough to seep into the cockpit and caused Morgan to be drenched in sweat. Whatever heat shielding this mech had didn't hold up to the plasma projectiles that Dukes was firing, despite avoiding a direct hit. Without some sort of intervention Morgan was going to be cooked alive in Wordsmith.

Suddenly the sky fell on the approaching behemoth and the explosive shocks forced Morgan away from the mech and added to his retreat. Looking up Morgan saw who else but Benny "mother fuckin" Andente unleashing the torrent of missiels on the area. He could have been swept up in the rain of fire but either luck or Benny's nonexistent good graces had kept him safe. At least Benny was sort of helpful at this moment. Grunting withMorgan would move along the perimeter of the blasted area to try and set up behind Dukes to get clean hits at his generators. As he lined the sights of Wordsmith's rifle he felt Words As Weapons manifest behind him. Morgan wasn't sure if his stand would be able to help in this fight but the small comfort it brought was enough for now.

[killeroftheminge]

After the dust settled from the attack, Fear Factory was left standing amidst a wreckage of Fear Trooper mechs and bodies, dents and nicks in its armor visible from the onslaught. Inside the cockpit, Dukes shakes from the impact rocking throughout the machine, as not even it could soften all of that missile barrage. But more than anything, as Dukes looked across the field at his men strewn about, there was one thought crossing his mind.

This was everything he wanted.

He shivered from the impact racking his body, yes, but his body shook with his new fire, his joy evident through his speech as he replied,

"There seems to be a lot of talking right now...I can assure you that ain't gonna last, but you're right, Adamanabanti, or whatever the fuck your name is. The only thing is: I'm loving every second of being a lapdog" With that, Dukes does a spin, his tail swinging at Morgan to have him back off, whilst he introduced a new weapon onto the battlefield. Plasma based whips shot out from the gauntlets, spinning around him as they lashed out at anyone within range, threatening to corrode any of their mechs from the untamed heat.

"What's the point of being the man in charge when you gotta let others do the dirty deeds for you?? It ain't about who's above what for me, it's all about just being able to be a part of the war and the mayhem. War forgot about me?! Nah, shortcake, it's more like we took a little break from each other. But Dukes is back, and I've got you little pipsqueaks to thank for it! So come on, you want to pull out your big dick moves, you want to show me what you got?! I'm right here, let's make this a killing spree I'll remember for ages," Dukes spun like a top, his whips lashing out, cracking and snapping everywhere, managing to wrap around Alex and pull him along for the ride. "Look at that, I caught a Ruskie! How're those fists doing for you now, shrimp?!"

[Al Freakster the Big Cheese]

Alex was gleefully spinning around, wrecking the Mechs and drones, when he found himself tangled in whips. Alex was stunned, briefly. And then, something snapped. He activated the intercom, and began to spew insults on top of his lungs.

"LADNO, TI KAPITAN ETIH HUESOSOV! TI BLYAT KOGO ZAPUTAT' RESHIL, SRANIY PIZDOTRYAS! ETI RUKI TEBE TAK V ZADNITSU ZAIDUT CHTO TEBYA MOZHO POZHARIT' KAK SHASHLYK TI BEZUMNIY MANYAK! BLYAT, TI HUZHE MENYA KOGDA YA ZOL! A SEICHAS YA SUKA TAKOI ZLOI CHTO NADERU TVOYU FASCHISTSKUYU ZHOPU! SMOTRI I UCHIS' MOLOKOSOS!" ( Okay, you captain of those cocksuckers. Who the fuck did you try to tangle up, you shitty cuntshaker. These arms will go so far up your ass that you could be fried like a shish-kebab you mad maniac. Fuck, you are worse than me when I am mad. And right now, bitch, I am so angry I will whip your nazi ass. Watch and learn, milkdrinker."

Two of Monolit's arms detached. They flew up to the bases of the whips and began to bash, pull and rip them, attempting to detach the whips and free Alex.

[killeroftheminge]

"Well, aren't you a frisky one? you want the whips gone, here you go!" Dukes shouts, retracting the whips so that Alex is now speeding straight towards Fear Factory. The UN Mech lifts it's arm up, punching Alex into the ground, ready to spray it's energy bullets into Monolit at point blank range. 

"That's punching, skeezer. Now, what do yall say? dasvidanya..." 

[Al Freakster the Big Cheese]

"Nyet, suka. We say idi nahui (Fuck off) to people like you. Oh, and also... You Punch like a baby!"

Monolit's detached arms were still in their places. In a few swipes of the screen, Monolit activated some engines. Calling himself to the arms, the force behind the call and engines was enough to escape Duke's grasp. Alex noticed 4 big generators on the back of the Fear Factory. He made his way there.

"Oh lookie, what an obvious weak point. Let me show you the true strength of the punches you sad limp of a dick."

Monolit began a furious barrage of 39 arms projected onto the generator. 1 arm was not punching, intended to be used to dodge.

[siegwardofcatarina]

The time Alejandro bought Derek was enough for him to complete his weapon. A thick, massive spear measuring nearly 20 meters in length made of highly dense light. Unfortunately, when he finished his weapon, Alex was being swung around like a top. Attacking now was too risky as Derek didn't have a clear line of sight. He patiently waited for his opportunity. As he waited, the spear spun like a drill, picking up speed as a small air current formed. Then Fear Factory slammed Monolit into the ground as Monolit retaliated with a barrage of punches. Derek saw his chance when he noticed one arm reserved for an escape. "Monolit! Danger Close!" Derek warned as he launched the monolith of light.


Sternschnuppespeer

The massive Speer flew at a breakneck speed. Any Fear Trooper unfortunate enough to be in its path was instantly obliterated. The spinning missile continued on its path of destruction straight towards Fear Factory.

[Kacey]

After beating the shit out of more mechs that were around Derek, Alejandro mech started to move unregularly, having sustained a lot of damage from the drones and mechs that attacked it, it was almost near it's limit on tanking hits before the mech would start to break into pieces. Inside the cockpit it was a mess, wires were out of place, sparks of electricity was emitting from the damaged wires and consoles of the pit, Alejandro himself looked roughed up but nevertheless he was still without any "injuries"

"Yeah! Go beat that asshole up!" Alejandro added in into the radio, seeing that his mech could not provide anything useful from range wise or even up close. Rip My Heart Out leaned on the ground for a bit, trying to earn a little rest before something else would happen and Alejandro would go off and try to save whoever needed help.