Sense and Sensibility and Stormtroopers (PvP)

[Android 17]

The jedi—what the fuck is a jedi?—was dead.
 
In fact, she was extremely dead, since the cyborg’s noncom had shoved some kind of weird teleporter down the convict’s throat.  With their target dead, the 13th Legion had taken that moment to swoop down from the shattered roof of the facility like the awful and terrible cavalry that they were.
 
With two of the transporters crashing down through what was left of the roof, the largest one dropped down a few yards away from Seventeen.  A group of stormtroopers marched out from the ramp, and behind them, the familiar armored figure of Lieutenant Skleros materialized.  The commanding officer, her yellow paint accents looking fresh amid all the drab of the prison, turned to Seventeen.  “Where is Staff Sergeant Zulenka?”
 
Was this the part where he saluted?
 
I’m awful at this gig.
 
“She’s over there,” he muttered as he jerked his head toward the collapsed wall.  “I mean… over there, Ma’am!”  At that, the raven-haired warrior stamped his boots onto the ground and snapped off the meanest salute he could muster.  Although she was wrapped in armor that concealed her actual physical features, the cyborg could almost feel the woman’s eyes burning holes through him as he stared at her with a goofy grin smeared on his dirty face.
 
Stepping passed the sergeant, the lieutenant took a few steps toward the rubble just as it toppled to the side to reveal a scowling Beatrix Zulenka.  “Got your call, Staff Sergeant Zulenka.”
 
“Yea,” Trixie muttered as she brushed some dust and particulate from her arms and chest.  “A bit fucking late with your arrival… Ma’am.”
 
Bianca Skleros popped her helmet off and handed it to one of her adjuncts.  Without the plastic stormtrooper face, her very clear discomfort was laid bare for the pair of primes.  “We’re dealing with some shit, Trixie.”  She turned to glance at Seventeen, who had taken that moment to remove his helmet and dangle it at his waist.  “You and the activities of your new friend over there attracted you some attention.”
 
“What kind of attention?”  Trixie inquired.
 
“I don’t know if one of you had a tracker left on you, or if these people were just that good.”
 
“What went down?”  The staff sergeant demanded, her already low reserves of patience running on little more than fumes. 
 
“They hit your home,” Lieutenant Skerlos responded.  “Not sure if they were Rebels, run-of-the-mill thugs, or some upstart terrorism cell.  Either way, they ransacked the place.  Not only did they destroy much of it, but they also infected your system.  The whole thing was corrupted—the AI and everything.  What wasn’t completely ravaged had to be destroyed by our sweep team.”
 
“Nova?  Aisha?”  Trixie’s voice had lost some of its fervor, and Seventeen noticed that his nomcom’s shoulders seemed to sag a little.
 
“They’re okay.  We’ve secured the place, and they are being treated by medical staff.  You should come with us, we’ll take you there.”
 
Peeling off her damaged helmet, Trixie jogged toward the transport.  After dumping the expensive piece of tech on the floor of the vessel, she dropped into one of the seats and slipped the harness over her body.  From the faraway look in her eye and the mechanical nature of her movements, it was obvious that the woman’s body was running more on muscle memory.  For her part, Lieutenant Skleros had flashes of concern on her face as she turned back to face the sergeant.
 
“I know now is probably not the opportune time, but the two of you are receiving commendation medals from High Command.  I’m not really sure how you got wind that this raid was about to happen, but you saved lives here.  A lot of these criminals had links to gangs on Tier 4 and black market ops on Tier 5.”
 
“I think Trixie has a contact or something,” Seventeen lied.  The woman had told him this was a ‘mission,’ but who the hell had sent her on it if not her command officer?
 
In silence, Seventeen boarded the armored transport and strapped himself into a seat across from his noncom.  The woman glanced up from the floor and gave him a simple nod—a silent acclamation for a job well down.
 
“Who’s Nova?  She’s the blond lady, right? A friend?”  The cyborg asked, hoping to prevent Trixie from drifting into a state of complete shellshock.
 
“A very close friend,” the redhead replied as she momentarily glanced up at her companion.  The look on the woman’s face and the tone of her voice relayed the true closeness of her friendship with Nova.
 
Ahhh. That revelation brought a frown to Seventeen’s face.  It was hard to have a loved one suffer and nearly die.  In his old world, he had watched the mother of his children die not once, twice, but three fucking times.  Each of those times, she had died in his arms, her eyes pleading with him to save her.  After her last ‘recovery’ from death, Paige had become pregnant, and the entire relationship had gone to hell after that.  A unique and beautiful creature imbued with powers beyond her born facilities, normal human hormones served as the tipping point.
 
It got better after the twins were born, but even then, Seventeen had noticed something different in the eyes of his children’s mother.  The tension at the mansion was still there, and they struggled to stay madly in love with the wail of children and the scent of soiled diapers.
 
In many ways, that had been the closest to a normal life that Seventeen had ever known.
 
Who would have thought that glimpse at normality would have broken him so thoroughly?  He went off at the first sign of galactic attacks and died.  He came back, masquerading as a living person, for a few more months before he ran off to die in one of Karl Jak’s freak show contests.  He’d spent four years drowning himself in training regimens, content to watch the world spin on its own.  If not for the Stallions, he probably would still be alternating his time between the Kai’s dojo and the golf course.
 
Minoshia probably still sucks at golf.

With a sigh, Seventeen rested his hands on his knees.  This place ain’t all that different from home…
 
Glancing out a small window on the side of the transport, Seventeen watched the neon lights of Tier 4 faded into the haze of the city as they made their way up toward the next level of the city.  An eta on the cockpit told him they’d be at their destination in under ten minutes.  While he had very little actual investment in the woman’s base of operations, he understood the pain she had to feel at knowing that what she had built up had been broken to pieces.
 
That was a familiar pain for the machine-hybrid—one that even a few years of fighting cosmic martial artists couldn’t satiate.

[Trixie]

Trixie could see the smoke rising from her home minutes before they even arrived. Emergency personnel had cornered off the super structure where the massive base was located and had begun clearing out nearby building. For the most part, the fire was under control, but there were sections still giving off thick black smoke. As the dropship prepared to touch down just outside the perimeter of fire suppression vehicles Trixie leapt from the open passenger bay, hitting the ground in a full sprint. If it weren’t for her battle-scarred look and the trooper armor she was wearing Seventeen was sure she’d have been halted at the police tape.

The redhead came to a stop in front a triage station that was treating both Aisha and Terra. Nodding quickly to her Specialist, Trixie quickly turned her gaze to Corporal Terra. Knudal could visibly see that her superior was shaken and holding back a wealth of emotion.

Trixie swallowed hard and righted her jaw, “Is…is she okay?” She asked the medic re-wrapping Nova’s previous injuries.

“She’ll be fine. Just some torn stitches, scrapes, and bruises.” He replied.

Nova looked up at her noncom. Zulenka’s newly acquired youthful appearance was beautiful yet intimidating. Trixie was gorgeous. As the blond got to her feet she was enveloped in a tight hug. Trixie buried her face into her Corporal’s pony tail, tears silently streaming from her eyes. Aisha pulled rank and waived off their medical detail to give them some privacy. She placed her good hand on her noncoms shoulder before taking a walk.

“Trixie…”

“Shush.” Trixie whispered shakily as she pulled back and pressed her lips against Terra’s.

Trixie needed to know November was still with her. That she had her back. Above all else she needed validation. The mistress released the kiss and nuzzled her Corporal’s face. These emotions were new for her. Terra wrapped her arms around Trixie and sat her down.

Lifting her chin with a finger she stared into the mistress’ eyes.

“I…I love you.” Trixie fumbled over her words.

“How do you think I feel? I spent an entire year without you. Knowing you were in some unknown place where I couldn’t reach you.”

Trixie cracked a smile just as she heard boots heading her way. Nova peered over her noncoms shoulder to see the Lieutenant making her way over with Seventeen. Nova pressed her forehead to Beatrix’s and took hold of her face with her hands. Thumbing away her tears she kissed the redhead on the nose and stood up with her superior just as Skleros arrived. Taking a deep breath Zulenka turned around.

“What is it?”

Bianca bit her lip. She knew that the only reason Trixie spoke to her in such a way was because they had once shared a rank. The Sith Warrior knew, and her track record backed it up, that she could outperform her superiors all day long. However, in the interest of keeping things running she took whatever High Command threw at her.

“I’ve got another assignment. This one is down on Tier 5.” Skleros held her breath as she awaited the reply from the Staff Sergeant.

Nova placed her hand on the small of Trixie’s back. Zulenka looked past her Commanding Officer and noticed a Star Destroyer coming in for a landing off in the distance.

“If I do this you give me time off.”

“Deal.”

“And get me a Venator Class Star Destroyer.”

Bianca sighed. “You know those are hard to come by. They’ve mostly been replaced.”

Trixie stared blankly at Skleros.

“Fine. I’ll see what I can do, since I can’t have my on-call team living in the streets.” The Lieutenant sighed and handed Zulenka a data chip before walking away towards a Battalion Fire Chief.

Aisha came back just in time to hand her a data pad. Sliding the SIM card style chip into the side the screen booted up. Several Primes were displayed that had bounties on their heads. Finally, a fellow Imperial Employee by the name of Graowr popped on the screen. They were to be the point of contact. Trixie looked up at Seventeen, who she had assumed been told all of this already, and nodded.

***

It took five minutes for the 13th Legion to get a drop ship from the hangar over to the scene. Once it had arrived the pilot had turned it over to Trixie and Seventeen who immediately began rearming from supplied equipment. Trixie fastened her belt to her waist again and secured the Dark saber to it. Sliding her helmet on she sat down in the pilot seat and slammed the passenger doors shut.

“Hang on, Sergeant.”

Wrenching back on the controls the force user lifted the landing craft into the air and sped off toward Tier 5.

[Android 17]

As they transported exited Tier 4, Seventeen stared out through the little window at the new cityscape as it unfolded beneath him. This marked his furthest descent into Coruscant, and much like the transfer from Tier 1 to Tier 3 or even Tier 3 to Tier 4, this was yet another amusing shift. While Tier 4 had been drab and a bit unpleasant to stare at for too long, Tier 5 was a step further down the metaphorical property value slide.

The neon was still there, but you could only spot it in flashes here and there among the blacks and grays that comprised the skyline. While Tier 3 had retained patches of the streamlined, modernist architecture that predominated the glitzier parts of the city, Tier 5 was a lot of brick, steel, and concrete. In many ways, it looked like the oldest neighborhoods of South or Central City – not exactly the ghetto, just simply parts of town where zoning laws or lack of interest had resulted in fragments of the past lingering too long into the future.

“We’re going to set down there,” Trixie shouted over the comm from the pilot’s seat. If you can’t see it, it’s a little trooper depot. In the event of any civilian or extra-legal activities, they’ve arranged us to be stationed out of that barracks.

“You wanna go over the logistics of this one with me, Sarge?” Seventeen shouted from his seat. He didn’t intend it to, but the remark was an inadvertent reminder that they hadn’t discussed much of their previous mission.

“Imperial intelligence reports that there are at least two known felons stalking around on Tier 5.”

“Oh, there are just two felons in this city?” Seventeen snickered.

Trixie glared back from her pilot’s chair. “There are two known felons that they want dealt with in one way or another. Empire doesn’t flex its muscle down here on 5 too often, so it’s become something of a safe haven for unsavory elements.”

“Why don’t they just take a bunch of ships and blow up the place?”

Trixie, who knew that these machines had recording boxes in them, simply turned to the cyborg and flashed him a smile fake enough that he knew she was putting on an act for unseen eyes. “Empire ain’t all that bad, Sergeant. They only have the best interests of their citizens down here on Tier 5 on their minds.”

“Jawohl, Staff Sergeant Zulenka!” Seventeen barked before snapping off a firm salute from his chair. “Do we know where the targets are?”

Trixie, who had already punched in the clearance numbers into the console, glanced to make sure the hatch was starting to open before she began their descent. “We have some leads, and they have some people with the secret police working on trying to fish out more information from the underground networks. The lieutenant has cleared us to use whatever force necessary, so if worse comes to worse, we just torture a few people. You cool with that?” She inquired as the transport slipped into the hanger bay.

Seventeen, after waiting for the craft to settle and the engines to go quiet, unbuckled himself and glanced to his noncom. “Yea, why not?” He replied. “It’s too bad my old sensei was here – his sense of humor was torture enough for most people.”

With a faint smirk, Trixie gestured to the ramp. “Let’s go. I’ll go touch base with the man in charge of this barracks and requisition us some new equipment and see if they have any tech that can help our efforts.”

“Sounds good,” Seventeen replied as he glanced around the cold steel hanger. “I’ll just… look pretty.”

[Android 17]

Seventeen scowled as he rooted through the equipment Trixie had given him from the cargo boxes on the transport.  A lot of it was stuff he’d rather not use, but the woman had stressed the importance of being prepared in the worst-case scenario.  With the equipment stashed on his person, the cyborg had made his leave of the rustic barracks and spent some time at a nearby pub.  There were a few off-duty stormtroopers, as well as some unarmored members of the EPD.  Mixed in among them were some of the normal denizens of Tier 5, who seemed to be—for all intents and purposes—normal people.  A few of them weren’t human, but for the most part, there didn’t seem to be anything extraordinary.  Just a few people trying to grab some drinks during a lunch break.

“Hey,” Seventeen said as he sat down across from the bartender.  The man glimpse over at the skinny, raven-haired warrior and was about to ignore him until he noticed the armor worn beneath the heavy overcoat.

“Can I help you?”  The bartender inquired as he set down a cup he was polishing to make eye contact with his new guest.  

“Beer,” the cyborg asked as he fished out some credit chips—the lower tiers apparently preferred to run on hard cash when possible.  Credit scamming was too easy down here.

The bartender came back a few moments later with a frosty tankard and set it down in front of his guest.  Before the man could leave, the cyborg cleared his throat, prompting the owner of the establishment to glance at him.  

“I’m looking for this guy,” Seventeen asked as he retrieved the sketch of ‘All Might’ and slid it across the counter.  “Apparently, he was interfering with some law enforcement in the area?”

“I’ve never seen him, but yea, I know the guy.  Big muscles.  Big hair.  Not a bad guy, though.  Just ran afoul of some investigation.”

“You know where he lives?”

At that, the bartender balked.  He was willing to humor the imperial agent with enough information to not appear like he was obstructing the investigation, but he wasn’t willing to give up the street hero.  “No clue.  I think he’s a drifter.”

Seventeen scowled.  He’d been around enough people to know that he was being dodged.  Reaching into his pocket, the cyborg scrawled a quick note on the napkin resting in front of him and slid it across the counter to the bartender.  “I’m new here, but I’m not an idiot.  You probably don’t know this guy personally, but you probably know people who know people.  Get that to him.”

With that, the cyborg pushed away from the bar and moved to a booth in the corner to drink his beer.

The bartender glanced down at the note.  It was simple and evocative of something from a western dime novel.  ‘Meet me at 4 am tomorrow morning at the intersection of Wabash and Randolph.  I’m here to settle your accounts with the Empire.  Let’s settle this like grownups.’

As he sipped on the awful beer, Seventeen cleared his thoughts.  He didn’t feel wonderful in this situation—he knew this guy wasn’t a serial killer or something.  Unfortunately, the Empire was pulling the cyborgs strings, and the last think he wanted was to wind up on their shit list.

***

It was nearly that time.  Seventeen sighed as he checked his watch to make sure.

He rested his head back against the beaten down bench and waited to see if the man would show.

[All Might]

A few hours earlier.

"He got in touch with us after he passed it in." Krid said, handing the message, "We think he's an inspector, or something. Higher up than a regular stormtrooper at least. He's a Prime, too."

"How do you know?"

"The bartender said he had an eye for that sort of thing." Krid said with a shrug, "...It's almost definitely a trap, Might."

Might looked at the message, eyes intense. "...Well, he seems like a reasonable type of guy, from what we heard. He wants to 'settle this like grownups', I'll give him the chance."

Panda and Krid looked nervously between themselves, "If you want, we could have Gynoid go with you- she could distract him or-"

"If it's official Empire business, I don't want to implicate her. If... well, regardless of what happens, Tier Five should have at least one superhero, hm?" he asked, smiling, "Now then, my boys! I'll be heading out. So! No matter what happens, remember to keep inside your heart- PLUS ULTRA!" he gave a thumbs up. "Keep your city safe, got it?"

"We got it Might... and... thank you." Panda said. 

Krid sighed, "It's a trap. You know it's a trap. Why would you go? At least get San Yi-"

"I'm not bringing the Posse in on this. They're... doing okay work. But even less legal than mine. I'm not going to throw them under the bus. See you, boys!" and with that, he was out the window, and already meters away into the sky. 

---

"Wabash and Randolph." Might said to himself, he looked down at his Dataverse device- the time... time was a tricky thing in the Omniverse, but in this case, 4 AM for him should be 4 AM for the mystery representative of the Empire. 

He leaped down from the roof he was standing on, at 3:50 AM, touching down on the sidewalk. It was a bit outside his usual stomping grounds. 

"I am here!" he announced to the street, taking notice of the young man who more-or-less fit the bartender's description. Black hair, overcoat, armor underneath, sharp blue eyes. Something felt off about him, the same way San Yi had felt off. 

"Nice and early too." Android 17 said, "I was worried you weren't going to show, and make a lot of trouble for me."

"Well, I definitely don't want to cause trouble." Might said happily, walking over to the cyborg, trying not to loom. He extended a hand, "I go by 'Might' these days." He reached into his jacket with his other hand, pulling out one of his business cards. 

---

NEED HELP? 

DO YOU NEED TO BE REMOVED FROM A BAD SITUATION?

ARE YOU AWARE OF A CRIME TOO DANGEROUS FOR THE POLICE?

MIGHT! SUPERHERO AGENCY 

IS JUST A CALL AWAY. GUARANTEE 24/7 CALL ACCEPTANCE. ABSOLUTELY FREE

HELP ME HELP YOU

A FIST FOR THOSE WHO DON'T HAVE THE STRENGTH TO FIGHT ON THEIR OWN

###-####-####

---

"Superhero agency?" Seventeen asked, looking at the card with a bit of amusement. 

"Indeed!" Might said proudly, "We answer any call for help, and reply in turn. I've been passing them around. In fact, someone with my card was the one who passed on your message. So... how are we going to 'settle my accounts' with the Empire? I admit- I did interfere with police business. I am in fact a vigilante, and I plan on staying that way... but I think I've been an overall force of Good on this Tier."

The superhero held out his hand, counting off fingers as he went. "I caught, and passed on to the police a serial killer. I turned in a weapons dealer. I dismantled a brothel that was using slaves, and made sure the victims found somewhere safe to stay afterwards. I've put out fires and stopped muggings. I helped to shut down a division of a biker gang and made them leave a neighborhood they had been terrorizing alone." 

Might said, pointing down to his card. "I've been doing my best to help the city, and dozens of people have had their lives improved from me doing so. Taking all that into account... How do you want to 'settle' things? I suppose it would be too much to hope for an Imperial Pardon?"

[Android 17]

… great, now they’re sending me after people who prevent sex slavery?

Seventeen smiled faintly and tucked the card into his pocket.

“You can still be a vigilante,” the cyborg remarked as he shuffled on his boots. Fucking Bianca. Actually, fucking Trixie, too. The only reason that Seventeen was in this situation was because the woman wanted some leave from her job.

Could run away? This fucking Omniverse place was starting to make him feel uncomfortable.

But Trixie had been kind to him when she didn’t need to be. She had offered him a room in her now burned-down home and helped to guard his flanks in combat. That prison mission may have been something else, but it didn’t change the fact that he knew she wouldn’t betray him. If Seventeen ran away, what would happen to Trixie? If he ran, he would be violating the terms of his parole, so he would definitely be a fugitive in the underbelly of this city. But would they also take out his betrayal on his noncom?

“I don’t know nothing about pardons, but I don’t think you want to work for these people. You’re a hero, right?” Seventeen asked.

Might nodded his head as he looked over the scrawny young man who seemed clearly perturbed by the situation.

“I was a hero, too.” The cyborg muttered. “They were going to lock me up for setting of some scanners,” Seventeen reached into his pocket and produced the shimmering red stone. “A rock… they beat me up over a rock. They were going to lock me up, too, unless I accepted ‘community service’ … community service entailed killing some community leader who did shady things to help their neighborhood. After that, they slapped this armor on me and told me they were keeping me for longer.”

The towering hero frowned. “They’re twisting you.”

Seventeen nodded his head. “Looks that way.” He muttered as he summoned a sphere of ki and looked at it for a few moments before letting it fizzle out into the air. “You’re supposed to be made into an example.”

“I don’t think I want to fight you,” Might replied, sounding as genuine as he was muscled.

“You’re a hero, right?” Seventeen repeated.

The man nodded his head. “I aspire to be the greatest of heroes.”

“Then you need to strike me down, Hero.” The cyborg whispered softly as he drew the Power Sword. “Because I’m afraid that I’m not going to like where this road will eventually take me.” With that, he started toward the hero.

[Android 17]

Seventeen swung the Power Sword halfheartedly.
 
For his part, ‘Might’ half-assed nothing.  The hulking man threw up a forearm to intercept the blade, stopping it just a few inches above the center of his blonde cranium.  There was yet another moment of hesitation there as the superhero hoped that it wouldn’t come to this. 
 
Sensing that pause, Seventeen held up a hand and purposefully slow-charged a fistful of ki.
 
With that threat mere inches from his face, Might had no other options.  Shoving aside the sword, he stepped forward and batted aside the bony white fingers of his assailant.  Without a moment’s delay, he drove a fist right up into the center of the cyborg’s chest plate.  Unprepared as he was for that degree of force, Seventeen was carried by that awesome momentum clean through the boarded window of a nearby store.
 
A dull thud echoed through the abandoned building as the scrawny machine-hybrid crunched into the linoleum floor.  He bowled for a few more feet before a sturdy shelving unit provided the needed pause to his backward motion.
 
Now we fight.
 
Scrambling to his feet, Seventeen looked across the dark room to the broken 2x4s which had faithfully served as windows for the years since this place was condemned.  In fact, most of this neighborhood was slated to be torn down—at least that’s what the Imperial dossiers had mentioned when the cyborg was trying to find a place to meet Might.  This block was so awful that even street urchins and prostitutes didn’t bother to haunt these decrepit tenements and abandoned commercial venues. 
 
Instead of the gaping hole, Might wrenched away the padlocked chain that secured the front door.  A beat later, he put his shoulder to the wood and stepped through the door, whose locking mechanism had rusted in place long ago.  Even though it was half-concealed beneath the shadows of the decayed store, it was clear that Might had found his resolve in this uncomfortable situation.  “We can still back down from this,” he spoke as he walked through the ruins of some display cases.  While he still offered an out, it was clear that he wasn’t going to hesitate when he closed the gap between himself and his cybernetic opponent.
 
Seventeen had already made his bed.  The machine-hybrid shouldered his blaster rifle and fired once.  Might kept moving forward until the first bolt of energy crashed against his broad chest and caused him to stumble.  A second blast smacked against his shoulder, but he was far removed from the scene by the time the third went sailing harmlessly into the far wall of the store.  The cyborg tried to follow his adversary, but the huge man had been a technicolor blur against a backdrop of night.
 
Relying on his ki sense, the machine-hybrid turned and sprayed bolts into the shadow-encrusted depths of the store.  Metal, wood, and brick erupted into tiny clouds of dust and particulate as he tried to pinpoint where the hero had gone.  After a few moments, Seventeen took a step back and bumped into something unmoving and superbly muscled.
 
Fuck me.
 
“SMASH!”
 
A ham-sized fist crashed into Seventeen’s spine just between his scapula, and before he knew it, he had soared sixteen feet and smashed through an old deli.  The machine-hybrid rose to his feet, and even though they wobbled just a little, he found that the remains of the counter provided a nice crutch.  Holding out a fist, he summoned a sphere of ki and lobbed it back at the front of the store.  The blue projectile hummed as it soared through the wreckage, illuminating everything for a brief moment before vanishing off into the street.
 
Seventeen had caught Might approaching through the shadows during that fleeting moment, so he had enough time to turn and confront the oncoming hero.  Perhaps realizing the play his opponent was making; the hero broke into a sprint.
 
A sprint that quickly became a superhuman stampede. 
 
“Not this shit again,” Seventeen rasped beneath his breath as he stepped back and threw out his arms.  “Field open!”
 
There was a flicker of green as the energy shield sparked to life around its master.  Undaunted, the blur that was Might rushed forward and swung his fist forward into the translucent green shield.  There was a moment of resistance—the hero had expected as much—but he didn’t anticipate the explosion that robbed him of reaching his target’s face.
 
Clenching his teeth together as he was thrown backwards, Might hit the ground shoulder-first but rolled through and made it to his feet rather well for a man of his size.  Face and shoulder throbbing with pain, he set it aside and saw his foe channeling energy into outstretched palms.
 
Seventeen swung his hands together.
 
“Final Flash!” 

800 words (using MS Word)

Seventeen used T1 Super Attack - Final Flash

(as an aside, Seventeen will match any power up used for the purpose of not completely getting his face punched in too much)

[All Might]

Well, that definitely wasn’t good!

Might scrambled to his feet, and used a quick burst movement to get out of the way as much as possible, but the beam was something else. Final Flash erupted explosively, blazing yellow energy gilling the building.

Might groaned as he pushed his way through the nearest wall, starting to get a bit of a run as he tried to get away from the energy onslaught. His back felt like hell, and he was pretty sure his green jacket was more ash than leather- or Omnilium, but he was alive, and he had attempted to dodge the worst of it.

Time to throw away the kid gloves, then. The kid- no! The Hero, fallen or otherwise, had taken his punch without folding. He could afford to stop holding back. Speeding to the other end of the street, he made a short hop before hitting the wall, and instead bounced directly from it, catapulting himself the way he came.

“Carolina Smash!” he cried, crossing his arms as he bowled through another flimsy wall. The motes of light from Seventeen’s attack had finally begun to fade, and the man whipped his head around at the sound of Might’s scream.

Seventeen saw the attack coming, and made to side-step the charging superhero. In reply, Might released the attack early, slashing at the air and catching Seventeen unawares with the bladed edges of the propelled X-shaped shockwave. “Ack!”

“You’re not the only one-“ Might began, sliding to a halt behind the stunned cyborg and whipping out an arm to grab the man’s jacket, “-with tricks up his sleeve!” He made a sharp swing with the arm, slamming Seventeen into the nearest wall. “Now here we go!” Might began to pick up speed, dragging Seventeen with him. The cyborg, still in the wall, began to quickly create a new, very long, window in the side of the abandoned building.

“Shit shit shit!” the cyborg hissed, spitting plaster, wood, and who knows what else they built buildings out of on Tier Five, out of his mouth and furiously blinking. His hand lashed out, glowing with more energy, and he let off a shot towards Might’s head. The superhero winced as the ball exploded against him, and he let go of Seventeen, the biomechanical soldier going free. 

“Well, that’s not something I want to try ever again.” He muttered, brushing himself off, before he looked at the opposite side of the house, and grinned, despite the situation, “But I think you might have a different taste, tell me-“ he created another ki orb, before squeezing it. The orb made as if to explode, but instead quickly extended into a long, glowing cable of energy. Seventeen whipped it forward, around Might’s leg, before grunting with effort as he swung the larger man into and through the wall itself, gouging yet another hole in it. “-how does that taste!?”

“Hah! I’ve tasted my fair share of walls, mind you.” Might said, grabbing hold of the ground before yanking his leg forward. He intended to pull Seventeen with him, but the cyborg quickly released the Ki Whip instead. The superhero turned around, watching Seventeen.

He took more than one punch, even a real SMASH. But let’s see him handle something more- the full power of One For All! He wasn’t going to be defeating an enemy, he would letting a hero go free! He leaped forward, and the cyborg quickly backed off, his hands beginning to glow in preparation for his next attack. Might ignored it, and instead closed the distance in a moment. The cyborg’s eyes widened, and he raised his fingers, now glowing a distinctive red. Might got his footing, and Seventeen’s energy finished shaping into the proper form.

“Double Detroit Smash!” Might cried, pulling back both arms.

“Ki Gun!”

Might acknowledged when the two shots of piercing ki entered his body, but he refused to pay the burning sensation any heed. He had felt worse!

Both fists came crashing forwards with a burst of super-speed, and impacted the cyborg in the chest. Then, the shockwaves came. The twin explosive blasts flung Seventeen through the window Might had carved with his body, and sent the mechanical man rolling down the street. Seventeen pushed himself up from the tar, blinking in shock, “What the hell was that?”

“Might!” Might answered, “True power!” he climbed out of the building, only for it to collapse behind him.

“Sorry to break it to you, but I’ve seen stronger.”

“Oh really?” Might smiled, before taking a huge, spinning leap into the air, “Then let me show you something grander! OKLAHOMA SMASH!“

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Might used Carolina Smash, Detroit Smash twice at once, and finally his T1 Super Attack - Oklahoma Smash. 
Seventeen used Ki Blast, Ki Whip, and Ki Gun.

[Android 17]

The hulking mass of man bellowed as he dropped down at Seventeen.  It was instinct alone that brought the machine-hybrids hands up across his chest and triggered the barrier once more.  As the green shield hummed to life, the spinning hero became the epicenter of a rapid succession of thunderous shockwaves that tore through the surrounding structures with the ease of a blade through soft meat.  The cyborg paid no heed to the wanton destruction of the abandoned block, nor to the avalanche of plaster, brick, and wood that poured down amid the chaos.

Might came crashing into the shield a beat later—his body slamming against it with nearly enough force to dislodge the defensive mechanism.

Nearly enough.

Bolts of green energy sizzled and sparked as the two warriors glared through the wall of the barrier.  The pretenses had melted away with the old tenements around them.  Might dropped back to his feet as the momentum generated from his stampede wilted.  Seventeen watched as the supercharged barrier sparkled once before fizzling into nonexistence.  The hero was strong, and his ability to quickly maneuver and to build up speed in open spaces made him far more agile than he had any business being.

I have more tricks.

Seventeen smiled, and even in the haze of ash and soot, Might saw the flash of white between the little man’s thing lips.  It compared little to the giant, toothy smirk of the super hero, but it was still an indication that there was still gas in the cyborg’s tank.

The hero leapt backwards and landed gingerly upon a collapsed beam.  Might paused for a brief moment to shrug off the scorched remains of his jacket.  Perched on the collapsed support strut, he watched as Seventeen shed his own mangled overcoat.  The stormtrooper armor beneath had some flashes of blue paint amid the scorch marks and scrapes it had received during the prison revolt.  With his little smile fading back to a scowl, the cyborg slid into a readied stance and tensed up as Might rocketed back into action.  Evaporating the rubble as his body screamed forward like an out of control locomotive, the hero closed the gap in just a few blinks of an eye.  

His fist roared through the night sky.

His fist met the tiny, bony hand of the cybernetic warrior, and Might found himself stopped dead in his tracks and arm’s length from his adversary.

Looking at his foe, the hero now saw the ethereal red flames that danced along Seventeen’s armored form. The smaller man’s grip suddenly felt like that of an industrial vice, and the blue eyes of the raven-haired fighter were no more.  In their place, the cyborg’s eye sockets burned red like the flames that wreathed his upper body.

Seventeen threw back his head.  “Kaioken!”  In an instant, the spattering of flames exploded in a towering red aura.  Might tried to wrench his hand free, but before he could liberate himself, his supercharged foe yanked him forward.  Pulled off balance by smaller man’s sudden burst in strength, the hero was unable to defend against the spinning kick that found its mark on the side of his skull.

Like a ragdoll, Might careened through the air for a few yards before smashing through an old fountain at the center of the city square.  Although stunned for a moment, the hero didn’t afford himself any time to wallow in the sudden twist of fate.  He rose to his full height and readied himself as the cyborg, still wreathed in that pillar of churning hellfire, threw out a hand and released a concentrated burst of sparkling red ki.

Tensing for a brief moment, Might launched himself up into the air as the energy exploded into the fountains already ravaged carcass.  Seventeen leapt as well, and the two collided in the sky sixty meters above the condemned city block.  With a dull thud that sent shockwaves through the air around them, the pair laid into one another with a rapid succession of punches and kicks as gravity tugged them back down the Coruscant.

Falling head over heels and yet refusing to not try and bludgeon the other, the pair dropped nearly three stories before the kaioken-infused cyborg managed to land a knee into the gut of his opponent.  The shot stole the wind from Might, and a beat later, a double axe handle strike crushed down against the hero’s skull.

Gravity and the momentum of the blow conspired against Might, and the hero vanished through the roof of an apartment complex.  A beat later, the windows of the building exploded outward as a pillar of dust and concrete flecks erupted up from the man-sized crater in the structure’s roof.

Seventeen landed on that rooftop and pursued his foe.

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Seventeen tanked the Okie Smash with T1 Super Defense (Ki Barrier) - 1 SP
 
Seventeen uses T1 Powered Up Form (Kaioken Untrained) for this entire round  - 2 SP

[All Might]

Might stared at the waves of power rising off the cyborg, from where he lied on his back on the floor, in his own, personal, crater.

That strength, that fury, not to mention a good set of skills…

That the poor man could only say he ‘was’ a hero was a flat-out tragedy. Might groaned as he pushed himself up, before noticing that Seventeen was coming after him, dropping through the hole. He needed to do as his fellow hero asked and put him down- help him escape this city into the Nexus, if possible. But… At this point, Might wasn’t sure he had enough power.

There had to be more, didn’t there? He had brought some of One For All with him when he came to the Nexus, he just needed a little more!

Seventeen crashed to the floor in front of him, still wreathed in ethereal flame-like ki, and darted forward. His responses were faster than Might now, even stronger than he was, and all in a more compact frame. The kid already had more actual prowess in martial arts. He needed an edge!

Seventeen closed the distance, and Might roared as he began a furious onslaught of fists. The cyborg met it in return, deflecting, countering, and throwing his own punches into the mix. The building shook around them with the crossing of blows, and Might found himself getting pushed further and further into the corner.

Seventeen looked determined, but also… disappointed, as he forced the superhero back to the wall. A mis-timed strike on Might’s part left Seventeen open to shove the larger man against the side of the wall with an open-palm strike to the chest.

Dust shook from the rafters as Might hit the wall, but this building seemed to me made from slightly tougher stuff than their previous one.

“Well… sorry, Mister Superhero. If… you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay out of Coruscant. Go help someone someplace else.” Seventeen raised his hand towards the hero’s head, hand wreathed with power.

You Say Run?

“…Don’t give up on me so quickly, my boy.” Might said, he needed more power, it had to be there! He had felt so much more, buried somewhere inside. He remembered his old world, and the strength he had once. It still had to be in there… somewhere, didn’t it?

Seventeen frowned, and the orb of ki took full shape, slightly larger than normal. With Seventeen’s new strength… well, it wouldn’t do to get hit anywhere important with that, Might knew.

“Seeya.”

The orb began to spark with light, and Might tensed, all over. More strength! Come on, he had been given this by his teacher, and it had been passed on to her from her teacher! He wasn’t allowed to squander it like this! He had inherited this power from a legacy of seven of the greatest heroes Japan had ever known!

His arm shot forward, and wrapped around Seventeen’s wrist. He pushed upward, but the cyborg kept it in position, as solid a foundation as steel.

“One For All!” Might screamed out, “I need more!”

To both of their surprise, his arm began to spark with red energy, similar to the red ki flames still wreathed around Seventeen.

“ONE FOR ALL!” Might declared proudly, and Seventeen quickly fired off the orb- but Might’s other hand shot out to knock it away. “110%! Superheroes give more than their all, my boy! That’s Plus Ultra!” He squeezed- and he could feel the power he was dragging up. Still… not even close to his old form. But it had to be enough to save the young man in front of him!

Just enough.

He slammed Seventeen by his wrist into the ceiling, letting the cyborg gouge out a hole. He grit his teeth, and crossed his arms, charging his power. “Carolina Smash, 110%!!!” he cried out, before leaping straight up. Seventeen balked as the superhero tackled him from below, before the superhero performed the cross-chop dead on. Seventeen was sent flying even farther upwards by the force of the strike, the bladed edge of the shaped shockwave even carving into the armor.

The crackling red light of One For All being pushed past its limits began to fall away, and Might tensed, trying to hold onto as much of the strength as he could. He needed to make this last! He fell back to the roof, and looked up.

He was distracted, soon enough, however, as one explosive sphere of energy after another peppered the roof around him. Grinning, he leaped up after the cyborg, and felt the wisps of the power beginning to fade away, his body no longer crackling with the electric red light of One For All.

Fine! He would just have to make due!

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Might Used T1 Power Up - 110% One For All - 1 SP. All Might has 1 SP remaining. The power-up was used to throw Seventeen through a few ceilings into the sky, and for one use of Carolina Smash, before running out. 

[Android 17]

The wreath of raw power around the hero had faded.

What had once been an almost mortifying display of crimson red energy petered out as Might marched toward his foe.  The hero was undaunted, as heroes are want to be in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds.

Even with his surge in power a thing of the past, Might could still rely upon his impressive ability to rapidly accelerate.  He zipped up into the air as if he were shot out of a cannon, and while the machine-hybrid managed to parry the first two errant swings of the man’s fists, he couldn’t telegraph the third when it went up into his gut.  Spitting up a mixture of saliva and blood, Seventeen was bent over the hero’s fist, and before he knew it, he was plunging from the sky like the proverbial fallen son.

In a plume of smog and debris, the cyborg crashed down into what had once been a parking garage.  While he’d claimed the advantage in their aerial exchange, Might’s blows were softer—the hero had his limits.  Behind that bravado and wide smile, he was simply a man.

Seventeen was back to a fully vertical position when Might touched down onto the roof overhead with a dull thump that splintered the aging concrete structure.  A split-second later, the muscled warrior kicked down through that failing surface and landed a few yards away from his cybernetic adversary.

“How does this end?”  The machine-hybrid asked as he held up a palm and summoned a sphere of energy.  Without waiting for an answer, he hurtled it toward the chest of his opponent, who reacted by making himself scare in the blink of an eye.  The machine-hybrid had angled the sphere to the right, so that was the direction in which he threw himself when he lost track of Might.  

The hero swung through the empty space where his adversary had just been, and when he saw the flicker of light from the floor, he could only scowl in the split-second he had before the ki blast exploded against his chest and face.  Although his ears were ringing and his legs felt a little wobblier than a moment prior, Might remained vertical.  He even clenched a fist and started through the haze toward his now unseen attacker.

He had already moved by the time the staggered hero reached his former location, but Seventeen couldn’t help but crack a smile.  With the Power Sword in his hands, he rushed forward and caught his foe in the side with the flat of the blade.  Knocked off balance, Might still managed to lash out with one of his boots as he fell to the floor.  The errant kick caught the cyborg in the chin with enough strength to smacked his teeth together and draw blood from his gums.

Seventeen stumbled himself, and when he caught himself, he reached up and touched a few fingertips to his lips.  The fingers came back wet with blood, and for a strange reason, that did little to sully the grin he wore on his face.  “That’s it, Hero,” Seventeen whispered as he wiped his ensanguined fingers off on his shattered, broken trooper armor.  “Don’t let them down.”  He added as he sheathed the sword and gathered his focus.

Rising once more to the challenge posed by the pale little warrior, Might steeled himself as his foe once more summoned up the fury of the red flame.  Seventeen sprung forward across the parking garage, his body a red inferno as he buried his bloody, bruised knuckles into the side of the hero’s perfectly squared jaw.  A beat later, a swift kick threw Might down to the floor, where he found himself with arm’s reach of a rusted car left to die in the old garage.

Unimpeded by the cyborg’s relentless assault, the muscled warrior rose to his feet and managed to parry an errant swing.  Rather than go for the cheap counterattack, Might instead shifted the other way and grabbed onto the car’s window frame with both of his meaty hands.

“Smash!”  The hero bellowed as he swung with all of his might, lifting the car high enough off the ground to swing it face-first into the cyborg.

For his part, Seventeen threw out his hands and dug his feet into the ground to defend against the bulk of the rusted jalopy.  When the impact came, the front end of the car buckled around him like an empty aluminum can, but that same force also sent his feet down through the concrete floor of the garage.

With a yelp, Seventeen dropped down to the next level of the structure and landed with a dull thud that fissured the floor and threatened to nearly drop him down another twelve feet.

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Seventeen used T1 Powered Up Form (Kaioken Untrained) for this post and the remainder of the round -- 2 SP

That should leave him with 1 SP.

[All Might]

“How does this end?” Might repeated, huffing, “With me saving you of course!”

“Seems more like you’re trying to beat my face in.” Seventeen said, but not quite bitterly.

“You asked for help.” Might said, “And you took my card. I have a guarantee, you know. It’d besmirch my name otherwise!” he climbed down, and took off at full speed. Seventeen had begun to glow again, which spelled bad things for him. That power he had dragged up… it was gone now. He was sure it wasn’t out of reach, but he wouldn’t have the chance again in this fight. He would have to rely on his current strength.

At the very least, the mechanical man before him didn’t have his speed.

Might darted across the damaged floor of the lower level of the parking garage they had found themselves in, Seventeen narrowed his eyes and made to punch, but Might managed to get around the strike, and slid to the side, clipping Seventeen as he passed. Going up to the concrete wall, he bounced off of it, leaving a spiderweb of cracks in it, as he charged back towards Seventeen.

“CAROLINA-“ he began, and Seventeen quickly darted to the side, only to balk as Might quickly used a burst of power to change directions as soon as he came close to the cyborg, “-FEINT!” he cried, shoving both fists forward and upwards into the smaller man’s chest.

Seventeen was lifted off his feet, and sent sprawling, but didn’t seem that much worse for wear than he had been before the surprise strike, “You playing dirty Mister Hero?” Seventeen asked, almost amused.

“Whatever works!” Might replied cheerfully, before making a huge leap over the cyborg’s head. Seventeen kicked off the concrete and body-checked Might in the air, sending them both bouncing off the ceiling. Might punched him a few times for good measure, but Seventeen was still hitting even harder- and Might was still made entirely out of mortal meat.

They crashed back to the floor, but Might wouldn’t let up, “Detroit-“ he began and Seventeen scowled, reaching out and grabbing the hand that Might had pulled back, only to wince as he was kneed in the stomach. Seventeen’s grip was like iron, but even he slipped when Might’s arm jerked forward with all the momentum of a train coiled into the mass of a fist. “-SMASH!” Might screamed. The punch didn’t connect, as such, but the signature shockwave rolled over the cyborg.

Snarling, Seventeen kicked out, sending Might sprawling and coughing up blood, before he collided with the opposite wall, and found himself embedded into it, “Ah, darn it.”

Seventeen let out a breath, before turning to his captive audience, “I think I’ve had enough of being ragdolled big guy. You gave it the college try, though.” He raised a finger, aiming between Might’s eyes. “…Ki Gun.”

The small, red blast rang out, and almost hit its target- but Seventeen sighed as Might’s now burned-through fist fell to the man’s side. Concrete chips fell around his newly-freed, and Might sucked in a breath as he looked down at the new hole in his hand.

Seventeen frowned, “You’re really just prolonging the inevitable here.”

“Is that so?” Might said, groaning as he shifted his muscles, “My apologies, but we haven’t yet reached a conclusion I’m… ergh, satisfied, with yet.”

“Are you-“ Might flexed himself out of the wall, “-holy shit.”

Might fell to the ground, but quickly got back up, standing unsteadily. Seventeen jumped towards him, hand outstretched, and Might dashed backwards in an instant, wincing from the overtaxing of his legs, “Well… Hero? I must say, I’m quite impressed with your abilities! You must have been a fine hero, before this Empire began twisting you. I think my chances of winning might be going down.”

“A chance?” Seventeen asked, “Pretty small one, at least.”

“But still there!” Might began backing off, “One mustn’t give up, if one’s a hero.” He made a flying leap backwards, and Seventeen began running, to keep up, charging bright ki in both hands. “And one mustn’t fail, if one’s a Superhero!”

Seventeen threw his hands forward, and the twin blasts flew across the distance. Might swung his bad fist, keeping the ki orbs from hitting his main body, but letting the destructive energy splash across his arm.

“Damn it! Kasenko-Kaha!” the cyborg cried, gathering ki between cupped palms. Might knew, that if that hit, there wouldn’t be much left.

“…One last shot.” Might muttered, glaring at the glowing red soldier getting closer and closer, “OKLAHOMA SMASH!” He roared, taking a running, spinning leap. His bad arm burned, as he began to gather energy to himself, soaring through the air. The shockwaves began to spill off him, and he grinned. The ol’ college try, eh?

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All Might uses his last SP on a last T1 Super Attack - Oklahoma Smash.

[Android 17]

“Field open!”

Might’s fists crashed against the barrier, and much like before, they dynamite impact usually associated with his locomotive offense struck a metaphorical brick wall.   The barrier fizzled away as the hero dropped to his feet in front of his cybernetic adversary.  His muscles burned, but he willed himself forward—willpower was something Might had in leaps and bounds.

A ki blast crashed against his chest and sent him sprawling backwards to the ground.  Earlier, he could have shrugged the attack off and kept moving forward, but the battle had worn on both of the warriors.  Seventeen, seeing the fleeting opening as one of his final chances, cupped his palms and focused his mind.  Translucent streamers of red energy weaved through his fingers and coalesced into a crackling sphere.  Funneling what he could into the surging ki attack, Seventeen caught the flashes of orange, but up ahead, Might was making it to his feet.

This would have to do, and if it failed, the cyborg knew he would be discovering what happens to dead primes.

“Kasenko-kaha!”

Fighting against the hero had rubbed off on the android, who found himself naming off maneuvers as if it somehow added to the effect.

The beam of orange energy screamed forward and crashed against Might, who had thrown up his forearms to block the oncoming wave.  Seventeen didn’t waste time—he released the remainder of the attack without waiting to see if the beam would unbalance the ailing hero or not.  The erratic sphere of ki screamed along the length of the wave and struck Might.  In an instant, the block was flooded by another wave of dust and particulate, and Seventeen had to turn away and cover his eyes as the surge of fallout washed over him.  

After the heat had dissipated, the cyborg lowered his forearm and turned back to face his adversary.

Might stood, even if it defied logic.

One arm hung limp at the side of his broad, muscled torso.  Blood dripped and oozed from the ravaged forearm.  Its matching appendage was charred but remained cocked at the side of the hero as he half-walked, half-limped toward the cybernetic warrior.  Although heavily stained with his own blood, Might’s smile remained on his dirty, ensanguined visage.  “Heroes never give up.”  Might replied—his booming voice barely a whisper.

Seventeen drew the Power Sword and rushed forward.

Perhaps there was a little more left in the man’s tank, because he maneuvered away from the initial swing and battered the cyborg across the side of the head with his good fist.  The machine-hybrid caught himself before he hit the ground, and after scrambling back up to his feet, he spun and parried a sluggish right hook from the hero.

With that opening, Seventeen stepped forward and thrust the blade up through the man’s stomach.  There was some resistance, but eventually the tip popped up through the small of Might’s back.  Fatal by mortal standards, the wound didn’t rob enough of the hero’s strength, and he managed to grab at the cyborg’s shoulder with his good.  He squeezed, but the awesome power had already eroded.  Seventeen wrenched the sword free and drove it through the man’s right lung, and even though he started to gurgle blood, Might remained on his feet.

The cybernetic warrior stepped back and looked up at the mountain of a man.

“You’ll return to these people someday, right?”  Seventeen asked as he squeezed his right hand into a tight fist.  Might, taking a moment to process the question, slowly nodded his head as he started to teeter.  The cyborg held up his clenched fist and pointed a glowing index finger at the hero’s head.  “This will settle your account with the Empire.  Trust me, it’s better than the road I’ve taken.”

Might, understanding the man’s subtext, gave another slow nod.  “Just… remember,” Might put out his good hand in an effort to correct his balance.  He wouldn’t fall—No.  “Remember… it’s n-never too late.”

“Too late for what?”

“To find… y-your inner hero a-again.”

“I hope you’re right,” Seventeen whispered as he took aimed and fired the concentrated beam of ki through Might’s skull.  In an instant, the light went out in the man’s eyes, and his body pitched forward.  The machine-hybrid rushed forward and caught Might before he hit the ground.  Sliding down to the ground, Seventeen held the dead hero in his lap until he faded away into a thousand streamers of sparkling omnilium.  

The corners of his eyes a little damper than they had been two minutes prior, the cyborg rose to his feet, brushed himself off, and silently made his way back to the barracks.

Seventeen used T1 Super Defense - Ki Barrier

[Android 17]

Seventeen returned to the barracks to find Trixie leaned over a desk with four computer monitors laid out across the wooden surface. The woman, her eyes clearly strained from too much time in front of the lights, let out a growl and leaned back in her chair. She ran her hands through her hair, and for a brief moment, the cyborg was certain she was just going to squeeze and tear out two fistfuls.

“What’s the matter?” Seventeen muttered, prompting the woman to rotate her chair away from the desk.

“You look like fucking shit,” she replied as she set her hands on the armrests. “Is all of that your own blood or what?”

The machine-hybrid shook his head. “No,” he spoke softly as he reached into his back pocket and took out Might’s business card. “He’s dead. Relay that up to Bianca so they can pull the CCTV feeds or whatever bureaucratic crap they want to do to verify the deed if they don’t feel like taking my word for it.” Trixie, who could see that the man wasn’t himself for one reason or another, nodded her head and set the bloodied business card on the desk. “What are you stressing out over?” He inquired as he gingerly walked over to the woman and pulled up a stool.

“I was trying to get a hold of some contacts in this tier,” she spoke as she tapped at one of the keyboards. Seventeen noticed that two of the computers were white and the others were black. Trixie caught his failed attempts at decoding the use of the tech. “These models,” she said, pointing to the two white machines with their wired attachments. “Repurposed from some local company that runs a lot of the business in this area. Security clearances are hard-coded into them, I guess. Unfortunately…” Trixie tapped at the mouse for one of the machines, but the screen just continued to idle. “They’re shit. Total shit.”

The staff sergeant leaned in her desk and detached a little black box from one of the other machines. “My personal drive,” she muttered as she tapped one of the dark machines. “Unfortunately, these imperial terminals haven’t been updated in who knows how fucking long,” she mashed a power button to kill the array of computers. “You know how infuriating it is to try and get in touch with Central to have them remote update firmware?”

Seventeen smiled despite the pain in his face. “I just had a 6-foot guy with spiked hair beat me to within an inch of my life… how’d you say it was to deal with the tech people?”

Trixie scowled and realized that she would lose this contest. “I don’t think I can’t get any leads on any of the other underground operations in these neighborhoods. I think Bianca will probably settle for the one, and we can just tell her that the other one got spooked underground… should be enough to placate them.”

“Let’s just get out of this place,” Seventeen murmured. “I think I’ve had enough to Tier 5 to last me a while.”

“Got it,” Trixie replied as she started to bark out instructions to troopers once they had passed from the office she had repurposed and into the general hanger area. Within fifteen minutes, she had got their transport refueled and idled. Two minutes later, the pair were on their way out of Tier 5. The journey back up was a somber one, and Seventeen smiled faintly when he saw the bright lights of Tier 1. He was even happier when they pulled into the barracks' hanger and set down amid the familiar sea of white troopers..

[Handsome Jack]

“Well... fuck.” I grumble as I take in the scope of the uppermost tier of Coruscant. “How the hell am I ssupposssed to find Sseventeen in thiss shit?”

Building loom ominously skyward, framing a mass of people milling through the city. Probably shoulda asked those troopers at the gate where I could find my brother. But that article about him taking down some 'All Might' guy had got me a bit too excited and I rushed off without even figuring out how the hell I was even gonna find the guy. Fuck me sideways on Tuesday, sometimes I'm a fucking idiot.

Thinking back on the article, I remember it had said something about Seventeen working with the Empire as some kinda soldier or something. My reptilian eyes scan the crowds until I spot a white-clad trooper passing nearby. A few questions later (after I explain that I’m not gonna drink the dude and I’m working with Gero) I find out he’s recently returned to one of the barracks nearby. Huh. Seems like having a Pops that works for the government is more helpful than I’d thought. My questions answered, I push my way through the crowds towards my destination.

Compared to the hustle and bustle outside, the barracks have a nice, disciplined atmosphere. A few of the troopers give me a suspicious eye as I walk through, but most just continue cleaning their weapons, watching vids, playing games, and doing all the other things soldiers do with their leisure time. I hear a couple of snide remarks about being Gero’s bitch and my performance in Dante’s Abyss, but as much as it irks me, I let it slide. I have more important things to deal with than teaching a few Stormtroopers a lesson in manners. As I move towards the superior officers’ area of the barracks, a flash of red catches my attention. Oh look. It’s the bitch. Shoulda figured SHE’D be here. I’d love to settle the score with her, but then I see who she’s speaking to. Motherfucking Android Seventeen. Something passes between the two of them as I make my way over, but from this distance I’m not exactly sure what it could have been.

As I close the gap, Trixie spots me and immediately goes on the defensive as her knees bend to lower her center of gravity. Doesn't take much longer for Seventeen to follow suit. Dunno if he knows who I am or not, or if he's just reading the situation, but I keep my own form relaxed as I get close enough to talk to them. Guy looks like he's been through hell. Probably from that fight I’d read about. Can’t really complain, though. I'd have a bit of trouble trying to handle him at full-strength, but maybe I'll stand a chance if he's already tired.

“Hey Red,” I say, addressing Trixie with a grin. “Been awhile. How'ss thingss been?”

“The fuck you doing here, Cell?” she replies angily. Yeah. No love lost there.

“Oh, nothing much. Jusst came to ssee the hero of the hour.”

I shift my attention to Seventeen and continue, “Ssup, bro? I've been looking for you.”

“What? Why?” Seventeen asks quizzically. With a grin, I pull my trump card from my pack. It's nothing too assuming. A small, glimmering orb, roughly the size of a marble. As I toss it at the ground between the two of us and the Isolation Verse expands, I answer him.

“To become perfect.”

As per Alex’s request, the Star Piece was handed off to Trixie. Popping an Isoverse to make it a one on one between myself and Seventeen. He has been challenged.

[Handsome Jack]

The opalescent orb shatters at my feet, a wave of energy expanding to encompass the world around myself and Seventeen. Not only do people wash away under its power, but the very color of the world is cleansed and replaced with a black and white facsimile. Of course... these barracks didn't have much in the way of color anyway, so not much different, I suppose.

“Huh... Neat,” both myself and Seventeen say in unison.

“Jynx!” we again say together, “You owe me a Pepssi!”

Ok, that last part wasn't QUITE in unison, obviously. I got that lisp thing, after all. Still, neither of us can keep a straight face after that ridiculous exchange. We both break down in a laughing fit for a few moments before regaining our composure.

When we can speak again, Seventeen is the first to say something.

“Seems like you know who I am, but who the hell are you?” he asks.

“Oh shit. Ssorry,” I reply, sheepishly, extending my hand. “Name'ss Ccell.”

“Seventeen,” he replies, giving my hand a firm shake in response. “Couple more questions for you, Cell. Why'd you decide to drop us in a Chaplin film? And what's all this about needing me to become perfect, or whatever?”

I think for a moment, before motioning to the beds nearby, “It'ss kinda a long sstory. Might wanna ssit down for thiss one.”

“Oh god... never mind then. I hate monologues.”

With a laugh, I hold my hands up, “No, pleasse. It'ss kinda important and shit. Just hear me out real quick, ok?”

“Ugh... fine...” he replies as he takes a seat on the bunk across from the one I sit on.

“Well,” I begin, “Firsst, I broughtcha here sso Sscarlet Joemansson and the Ku Klux Klan couldn't interfere in what I wanna do. Coursse, didn't know the bitch wass gonna be here when I came; I just figured a guy like you would have palss around, what with being an Imperial ssoldier and all. As for the ssecond part...”

“Thing iss: Back in my world, Gero wass the guy who made me.”

I put on a gruff voice, imitating the good doctor, “The perfect organissm; containing the genetic material from the greatesst warriorss in the galaxy.”

“Or ssomething like that,” I continue in my own voice. “Anyway, the way he dessigned me... I'm Imperfect in my current sstate. I'm meant to become Perfect by abssorbing you and Eighteen. Don't assk me how, hell if I know. All that ssciencce shit jusst goess over my... head...”

Across from me, what I had assumed to be a rapt audience was busy faking a nap. I'd be pissed if it wasn't so damned funny.

“Fine, fine!” I shout, laughing a bit. “Here'ss the tee el dee are: Eat you. Get sstrong.”

Seventeen opens his eyes to look at me before raising his head and saying, “That's kinda weird, bruh. I don't even know the guy. Why would you need to eat me to evolve or whatever?”

I'm a bit taken aback at this (if I had eyebrows, one would definitely be raised quizzically), and I reply, “Sso... you're NOT the Sseventeen from my world?”

“'Fraid not, pal. Sorry to disappoint you.”

“Well, fuck my life...” I grumble, letting out a breath in exasperation. A few awkward moments pass before Seventeen speaks up.

“So... since I'm not the guy you're looking for, how about we leave this old-timey movie and forget about all this?”

“No, no!” I exclaim, rising to my feet and waving my hands frantically. “Maybe you ain't the Sseventeen from my world, but maybe thiss ommy wommy, wibbly wobbly shit going on here will mean you're closse enough. Tell you what, buddy: how bout you jusst let me eatcha real quick and if it turnss out you ain't what I need, I'll take ya out for a drink or two to apologize?”

“Uh... how about no? Alternative suggestion: go fuck yourself.”

“Aw... comon, man. You don't need to be mean about it. Figured there wassn't any harm in assking, right?”

I lower my body, hands raising into claws in front of me, and sigh. “Guesss we gotta do thiss the hard way, huh? I wass hoping you might be cool and let me try ya out, but if I gotta beatcha into ssubmission firsst, that'ss fine too. Kinda a shame, really. You sseem like a pretty cool guy. I hope thiss doessn't put a damper on any future friendship.”

For his part, Seventeen just stands up from his bedly perch and moves about a dozen feet away from me. Guy doesn't even bother getting into a fighting stance or nothing.

“Let's just get this over with,” he says with a smirk, “And don't worry. I'll try not to hurt your feelings as badly as I do your body.”

Kinda figures he might not take me seriously. I'll need to remedy that.

My beak twists into a vicious grin, as I suddenly shift to hold my arms straight out at my sides.

“How about we sstart thiss off with a bang?”

A ball of bluish-white ki forms in each of my palms, humming with energy. Seventeen's eyes widen slightly at the all-too-familiar scene playing out before him.

“What? How?!” He exclaims, his fists raising in front of him. Oh. So NOW you starting to see what you're up against? Well, too little, too late, buddy.

“Or should I ssay... sstart thiss off with a FINAL FLASH!!” I shout as I bring the two energy balls together and fire a beam of searing ki at my target.

952 Words.
Lots of talking. Not much fighting.
Fired off a T1 Super Attack: Super Ki Beam(Final Flash) at Seventeen.
SP: 2/3 remaining.
Post count: 1/3

[Android 17]

The cyborg stumbled backwards as the dazzling column of energy screamed toward him—a brilliant burst of color in a grayscale world.  As he retreated, he caught what seemed to be a bundle of wires dislodged from the floor.  His heel caught the obstacle, and he toppled, his eyes wide as the beam bore down upon him.  There was a hum in and air around the machine-hybrid, and he saw a sparkle of blue-white particles as he was ushered back another fifteen feet.

Without questioning a thing, the man grabbed at a nearby stack of cargo boxes and pulled them down in front of him to intercept the beam.  The blast slammed into the grayed shipping containers and dulled, but enough tiny rivulets of condensed ki slipped through the cracks to send the cyborg hurtling back against a pneumatic door. The metal frame buckled behind him, and Seventeen could only grind his teeth to suppress a scream.

Thirty feet beyond the stack of half-melted, all-blackened cargo crates, Cell stood with what seemed to be—at least given the insect’s rudimentary physical features—his equivalent of a scowl.  “You’re not ssupposssed to do that.”  He shouted across the room before he started toward his dazed adversary.  “Mine can’t do that.”

“I didn’t think I could do that,” Seventeen whispered to himself as he planted his palms against the dented door and pushed himself free from the minor indent he’d left on its surface.  Stepping back into the embrace of the wrecked entrance, the cyborg closed his eyes and focused.  Before it had been instinct, but if it was there, he’d need to make sure he could use it on will.  The air around him crackled as if the raven-haired man was a bundle of live electrical wires.

The white and blue orbs swirled around him, and like that, he vanished from site.

At the appearance of the particles, Cell had broken into a run and leap over the trash in the corridor.  He landed on his feet and looked around, and before he could start to fret, he heard what sounded like the yelp of a giant engine backfiring.  There was a whoosh from around the dented door that preceded a momentary flash of blue light.

On the other side of the crumpled door, Seventeen rematerialized near the ceiling and barely managed to catch himself before he went crashing through a desk.  Rubbing his head and the bruise that undoubtedly now adorned his skull, the machine-hybrid winced and turned at the sound of a gingerly tap against the obstructed doorway.

“D’you try and leave?”  Cell asked with a noticeable glee in his raspy voice.  “It’s an isso versse.  Our only little perssonal party zone.”

“Lovely,” Seventeen grumbled as he glanced around the room.  It was a little office, probably for a supporting officer at this barracks.  Aside from the door, the only other exit was a small window that looked into an adjacent hallway. Let’s just hope it’s the right fit. The machine-hybrid didn’t want to gut himself, and he didn’t trust himself to orb properly under the duress.  “Just, uhhh…stay right there, I am going to figure out a way to open that door!”  The cyborg shouted as he glanced around an proceeded to scoop up a nearby chair.

“Ssomething tellss me you’re lying.”  Cell replied through the bent door the moment before Seventeen sent the chair crashing through the window.  At the sound of shattering glass, Cell bashed a palm against the door, causing the already smoking pneumatic hatch to wobble violently on its failing hinges.  “You can’t run, you know!”  The insect added before balling up a fist and slamming it into the center of the metal sheet.  Unlike the initial love tap, the punch further dented the already compromised door.  By the time Cell came bashing—shoulder-first—through the doorway, Seventeen was already in the adjacent corridor and jogging back toward the hanger bay.

“Sseventeen!”  The bio-android stuck his torso out through the broken window and fired a concentrate bolt of ki down the hallway.  His bruised and beleaguered adversary dove to avoid the blast and proceeded to scramble on his hands and knees around the corner and out into the room down the hall.  With a grunt, Cell tried to wedge himself through the window, but even folding his wings against his body didn’t make him small enough.

Collapsing against the wall of the hanger bay, Seventeen caught his breath as he scanned the room for something.  If this was a genuine replication of the hanger, that should mean there’d be a few other exist from this room and down into the complex that lie underneath.  The facility down there contained living quarters for the crew and military complement, and there would also be equipment rooms and maintenance hatches.  In the event that he couldn’t overpower the giant insect—and he doubted his capacity to do so in the aftermath of Might punching him in the face half a dozen times—there would at least be areas down there for him to hide.  Perhaps, if he waited long enough, whatever voodoo Cell had dropped on them would wear out and return them to the Omniverse.

Because I sure as hell don’t like the alternative…

The sound of a door hissing open told the cyborg that he’d run out of time to think.  Scrambling up to his feet, he backed up and eyed to idled transport ships.  If they were inoperable in this world, he still might be able to use them for cover or support.

“That wassn’t very nice, you know.”  Cell announced as he crossed the threshold into the hanger.  The armored insect glanced down to where the cyborg had been a moment before but found only some stains of dust and perspiration on the floor.  “Iss thiss really cat and mousse?”

From the roof of a transport, Seventeen fired a bolt of ki into Cell’s face.

“It ain’t dessert yet, asshole.”

1000 words according to MS Word.

(since it's not blatantly obviously, Seventeen tried teleporting out of the isoverse and it yelled at him)

[Handsome Jack]

“Shitshitshitshitshit!” I screech as the energy ball whizzes towards my face. It takes every bit of my Jamaican DNA to limbo my ass on down and let that shit pass me by.

What? Well, yeah I got Jamaican DNA. Remember: I'm made of all the best peeps in the universe, and NO ONE limbos like a Jamaican. No. One. Anyway, back to the action.

So, the blast explodes behind me and by the time I get... heh... erect, Seventeen is gone. Well, not quite gone, per se. Just hiding somewhere in the hangar we're in. Can't really blame the guy. If I were facing down a seven foot tall bug man who wanted to eat me, I'd probably run and hide too.

“You know... I had thiss epic fight all planned out in my head,” I shout to the darkened room, my voice echoing from the high ceiling and distant walls. My eyes scan my surroundings as I move further into the hangar.

“It would have been great. The sstuff of legendss! You'd eventually die, of coursse, but it would have been a hard-fought battle. Ssomething you coulda been proud of. But here you are, hiding in the dark from the boogie man; afraid to even show your facce. I gotta admit, I'm dissappointed in you, Sseventeen.”

From somewhere within the building, Seventeen's voice reaches me, “Yeah, well sorry to disappoint you, Cell. But if the choice is between a stupid death and intelligently living, I'll the the latter, thanks.”

Smarmy little fuck. Still, it's good to know he hasn't decided to fuck off again. I ain't the slowest guy around, but I REALLY don't wanna deal with chasing this guy through a back-and-white city all day. And besides, who the fuck knows when my little Iso-Verse shenanigans will die out?

My beak breaks into a sinister grin and I say, “Remember my little cat and mousse quip earlier?”

My smile widens as I form a ball of ki in my hand.

“Well, the besst way to get a rat out of hiss hole is to ssmoke him out,” I finish as my attack becomes fully charged and I launch a blast of energy at one of the transports nearby. Twisted metal and flame explodes outward from the conveyance, lending light and a splash of color to the surroundings. But no Seventeen.

“Hmph... Guesss that wass the wrong one. Well...”

My leg muscles tensing up, I leap atop one of the non-exploded transports and look around.

“Only like ten thoussand left to go,” I say with an exasperated sigh. “Better get sstarted then. Let'ss ssee how thiss little game playss out, Sseventeen. Whosse luck will win the day? Will I misss again, or will thiss next shot... well, you get the idea.”

A new ball of energy takes shape in my hand as I look around. No sign of movement. Fine. He wants to play it like this? I'm down. Another blast of energy, another smoking wreck, another spot of light, and still no Android. In spite of myself, I'm kinda enjoying this little game of ours. It's like a giant game of Guess Who, except with explosions and evolution as the prize.

Fortunately, it doesn't take too much longer for ol' blue eyes to show himself. Unfortunately, I was definitely not ready for him to knock me flat on my ass while I was busy firing a blast. The dude straight-up delivered a spin-kick from behind like some kinda ninja. I'm honestly impressed. The Android lands atop my previous perch as I hurtle towards the ground, and as much as this fucking sucks... well, can't complain too much, right?

As soon as my hand touches the cold, cement floor of the hangar, I put my plan into motion. And myself. A burst of speed, a little application of ki, and suddenly there's not one of me standing around the transport anymore. Nope. Now there's four. Now, I gotta stay pretty still for this to work, but talking seems alright. Time for some good, old-fashioned gloating.

“Well, how about it?” I say mockingly as my foe is surrounded by my duplicates. One of them is even giving him the finger. Priceless. Anyway... “Whatcha gonna do now, Sseventeen? Four targetss, and only one of them iss real. You make a missta-AAAHH!! SONUVABITCH!”

My gloating is cut off as Seventeen slams me with a ki-blast to the face without so much as turning to look in my direction.

“Yeah, that's not going to work on me, pal,” he says as he taps his forehead with his index finger with a smirk and I stumble backward into a parked transport. “I'm not some novice. Ki Sense, bitch. I know exactly where you are.”

“Well fuck me then, huh?” I reply, lowering my hands from my smoking face and scowling angrily. “Sso, bassically, you can hide all day from me, but I can't hide from you? That'ss ssome real bullshit right there.”

“Hey. Don't blame me for you jumping into a fight without the right tools to beat me,” Seventeen says with a shrug. “Shoulda took the time to do some actual research on me.”

“Heh... guesss you got a point there,” I begrudgingly concede, wiping the blood from my chin with the back of my hand. “I ssupposse that meanss I'd better not let you get away again.”

My hands come together at my hips, and I begin the tell-tale chant for that old stand-by: the Kamehameha Wave. For his part, Seventeen does the smart thing and hops down to the opposite side of the vehicle. Smart move. But not smart enough. See, while I might not be able to teleport like he can... I'm faster than a virgin coming on Prom Night. Kicking on the speed, I'm around the transport before Seventeen even lands.

“Ssurprisse!” I shout as I launch my beam from near point-blank range.

994 Words
Limbo'd under the Ki Blast.
Taunted Seventeen a bit. He did not take the bait.
Did some 'sploding on the vehicles. Took a foot to the back for my troubles.
Tried to do some After Imaging, but Seventeen's Enhanced Senses fucked that right on up and he hit my with a Ki Blast to the face.
Used Burst Movement to get to Seventeen before he could hide again and fired off a T1 Super Attack: Super Ki Beam(Super Kamehameha).
2/3 SP used.
2/3 Posts complete.

[Trixie]

The sight of the barracks soured Trixie’s stomach. While she knew the troopers around her were part of the Thirteenth, she still felt uneasy with her new job. There had been too much chaos in her life as of late. It had been days since she had gotten any sleep and every waking second was filled with stress. Sergeant Seventeen had taken a beating without her, which furthered the immense amount pressure on her psyche. Beatrix was infantry through and through. No amount of Sith training could change that. She absolutely loathed not being there for her soldiers. As the transport set itself down the Staff Sergeant could see the Tech Sergeant in their docking bay ready to meet them. Switching off the engines she opened the bay doors and locked the console. Removing her helmet, Beatrix stepped down onto the hangar platform and let a sign escape her lips.

“Staff Sergeant Zulenka returning from deployment.” She said as the hangar lead handed her a clipboard to sign.

“Lieutenant Skleros is waiting for you, ma’am. I’ll take care of the ship.” He pointed to a door on the far end that led to a turbolift.

With a snap of his fingers a crew of engineers, assisted by droids, were already prepping the ship for its next mission.

“Let’s not keep her waiting…” Trixie beckoned to Seventeen and they began their way towards the elevator.

***

Trixie bit her lip as Cell threw whatever device he was holding to the ground. The blinding flash of energy left spots on the mistress’ vision. Her pupils shrank as her senses returned and she realized that Seventeen and the green bug were gone.

“Sergeant, report.” Trixie immediately spoke into her armored forearm, which housed a radial microphone for the communication array built into her armor.

A minute went by without a report. Two minutes. Trixie removed her helmet and placed it on a nearby bench, closing her eyes and feeling out the room with her senses. It’s when she couldn’t detect a trace of their existence that her heart skipped a beat.

“Code Red! Security Breach, Tier One, Barracks Thirteenth Legion. Requesting support. Officer missing!”

Almost immediately after Trixie finished her broadcast the channels lit up with affirms and statements that drop ships and aerial units were being dispatched. Less than a minute after she had called out the base alarm went off, piercing the ears of everyone around.

God dammit.

As Beatrix removed her pistol from a nearby bunk and sheathed it to her hip a name came to her lips that she held inside.

Masters.

Staff Sergeant James Masters. A casualty of the assault on Ziost from her old life. It had broken her morale for months following his death. Henderson could barely get her to speak full sentences to him. As the redheaded Sith Warrior slung both sabers to her belt she looked down at the scorched rifle laying across her borrowed bunk.  The memories of that day flooded her mind. She closed her eyes, images of her previous self dressed in Sith Armor, clawing her way to the front lines to rescue the cornered Masters. Arriving too late, he was caught in an orbital bombardment that leveled the space port they were tasked with taking for the Sith Empire. It took most of First Squad to pull their leader off the line long enough to calm her down.

Taking up the rifle, Trixie loaded a clip into the bottom of it and exited the barracks. The base was now on high alert. Entry and exit was prohibited while everything was locked down and the hunt for Seventeen began. A drop ship landed at one of the open pads that the barracks had for supply drops and Nova stepped off, followed by Aisha. They were both suited up and ready to go. The weapon Terra was carrying brought a smile to the redhead’s face as they approached their commander. She was wielding her Arakyd Industries Anti-Personnel Rifle which had shells capable of denting Space Marine armor. Aisha handed her superior a flare gun looking pistol from a bag and nodded.

An Imperial Issue Personal Containment Unit. That green bastard is mine when I find him. 

Hold on Seventeen.

Hold on...

[Android 17]

He did the only thing he could think of as the blue light illuminated the grayscale hanger once more.  Teleporting backwards, Seventeen slapped as hard as he could against his right pocket, shattering the capsule within and allowing the dumb trinket inside to pop just as the wave struck him in the chest.  Carried by the momentum of the attack, the cyborg was ushered across the hanger and into the far wall, and aside from some dust on his back, that was the extent of what he felt.

As the haze faded from the Kamehameha, Seventeen glanced down and saw that he was glowing faintly with a white light.  He didn’t feel any stronger, so he doubted this was anything as helpful as a kaioken.  Even so, the wave had passed over him without a scratch, and with the dust startled to settle, he knew he need to take advantage of this time.

“Nice glow.”  Cell remarked with a frown.  “Doess it come in ssilver?”  Kicking up off the hanger floor, Seventeen threw himself at the insect and bashed him in the side of the skull.  A retaliatory strike from Cell landed against the cyborg’s face but slid off as if striking a surface made of oil.  “What?”  With a scowl, the bio-android’s adversary grinned and swung his on forehead as a weapon.  The impact caught Cell square in the center of his v-shaped face and sent him stumbling on his heels.

Slapping his hands together, Seventeen released a quick one-two burst of ki blasts, and before that haze had settled, he lunged forward and tackled the chitinous warrior to the ground.  

“Hel—” The cyborg elbowed whatever witty retort Cell had planned back down his throat.  A second and a third landed in quick succession before the grounded insect used his tail to bludgeon the skinny man off his chest.  Rolling through with the momentum, Seventeen rose to his feet and grabbed hold of a dislodged door panel.  With a fluid motion, he sent it flinging like a discus just as his would-be killer assumed a fully vertical stance.  Cell’s eyes widened as the spinning metal frame smashed into his chest and sent him crashing against the wall of the hanger.

Seventeen fired off a quick trio of ki blasts just as he noticed the glow had faded from his outstretched arms.  A momentary glance down showed it was gone for good.  As he had fought All Might, he had made jovial remarks about the great deal of ‘trump cards’ and aces that he had hidden up his now raggedy sleeves.  Unfortunately, as the cyborg watched a smoldering, frowning Cell shoved away the dented door panel and pushed up off the floor of the hanger using his wings and tail to propel him to his feet.

“That wass a terrible attempt at foreplay.”

The cyborg smiled and ducked around the other side of the transport.  He heard the metallic-sounding clomp of Cell’s giant, three-toed feet upon the hanger floor as the insect came bursting forward to embrace his victim.  Seventeen slipped into the rear standing room area of the vehicle and looked over his shoulder to see his adversary standing in the door frame.   Reaching over, he grabbed hold of a conspicuous panel and wrenched it away from the hull.  After discarding the panel, the machine-hybrid put his back against the loading door and motioned for his opponent to come at him.

For his part, Cell glanced around to make sure there weren’t any hidden tripwires or rigged explosives.  Had his scrawny little foe triggered some sort of secret self-destruct sequence?  Self-destruction was a run-of-the-mill upgrade on all these science fiction spaceships, was it not?  After assuring himself that nothing was there and that the vehicle was most definitely turned off, Cell lunged over the small seats toward the man poised in the rear of the craft.

With a swirl of white and blue light particles, the cyborg was on the other side of the loading hatch.  A heartbeat later, he heard and exacerbated grumble as a pair of fists slammed into the reinforced sheet of metal.

“That was the loading bay controls,” Seventeen whispered through the steel as he turned and made for one of the hanger exits.  Pausing just before the exit, he planted his feet and cupped his palms at his side.  His eyes remained focused on the room that lay out in front of him and the hanger with the dented loading ramp.  He felt the familiar warm hum of energy and the heat it generated as it grew stronger between his trembling fingers.  He heard the stamp of heavy feet on the metal floors as Cell emerged from the other side of the transport as a blur of green and black against a gray backdrop.

“Kasenko-kaha!”  Seventeen barked as he threw his hands forward and released the yellow beam of energy.  He hadn’t aimed at Cell but instead focused the initial column on a space between the two of them.  When the beam slammed into the floor and tried to surge through, the insect came to a stop a few feet away and seemed to be holding back laughter.

“You misssed?  All that and you missed?”

The raven-haired warrior smiled faintly as he opened up his crooked fingers and released the final sphere of ki.  The ball roared across the length of the beam, and Seventeen managed to catch a fleeting glimpse at a wide-eyed Cell before the blast exploded in a dazzling display of colors.  With a grunt, the cyborg threw himself into the stairwell and mashed the door button.  The pneumatic mechanism hissed as the metal sheet slid into place just in time to absorb the wave of heat and concussive force that washed over the hanger bay.

Drawing the Power Sword, Seventeen orbed to the other side of the now fully inoperable door.  Sword held close to his chest, he let his ki sense guide him to his foe.

998 words according to MSWord

Seventeen used Starman.