Mock Fight: Warehouse Showdown

[Carmelita]

Carmelita pulled up in the squad car, closing the door behind her as she stared at the warehouse front. It was, like most of the warehouses in this part of Coruscant, covered in gratuitous graffitti, plenty of it proclaiming a general hatred of ‘the fuzz’, ‘the man’ and ‘fat cats’. She couldn’t blame them, not with the situation they found themselves in down here.

Still, as she locked the squad car behind her, she couldn’t help feel a little hurt inside. Sure, some law enforcement wasn’t straight, but it wasn’t as though every cop was a thug out to ruin someone’s day. She turned and headed for the side entrance, down the alleyway.

She’d tracked down one of the people reported fleeing a chase between unknown fighters that had culminated in a series of explosions that had levelled two blocks of habitation. Upon questioning the locals, only humans had lived in that area, and Carmelita suspected that this might have been a low-level strike by the Liberation Front.

The alley was ill-lit, a smell of refuse and sewage irritating Carmelita’s nose. She touched a digit to her collar, and Bentley’s cloak engaged around her. She flitted past an open side door before peering inside.

The warehouse was full of crates, varying in size from small plastic boxes to huge shipping containers. Carmelita had no idea why a self-contained city needed the latter, but she was sure there was some logical reason for the big metal cuboids. Walking in the door, she noticed that there were gantries up near the roof, below which were ladders and cranes for moving the cargo. The fluorescent lights were on, and she hoped that meant she’d found one of those involved.

She spotted the overseer’s office up by the gantry, and saw a shadow on the glass. Someone was inside, and she snuck over to the metal stairs and crept up them step by step. There was a moment she paused, avoiding a squeaky step, and another where she carefully lifted her shock pistol from her holster. Quietly as she could, she eased open the door.

Inside was not the person she was expecting. Instead of a pokemon or some other violent non-human, she saw what looked like a human, tending some superficial scrapes with omnilium. A prime, then, and one almost certainly not affiliated with the Liberation Front. Carmelita sighed quietly before dropping her collar’s cloak and reholstering her shock pistol. She reached for her badge and knocked on the now open door.

“Good evening, sir. Inspector Fox-Cooper, I’m here to talk to you about the chase scene this afternoon…”

[Marcus Wright]

Sure enough, that “human” was running as fast as his legs could carry him as the limitations of a normal human didn’t seem to bother him at the time. Hunger? As a half machine and half cyborg terminator, it didn’t make his stomach seem to growl either. His first full day alive and in the city of a non-apocalyptic wasteland, this was a site to see for Marcus. Being dropped from a silo of a missile cargo wasn’t something fun to experience after one human resistance demanded he act like a “good” machine to John Connor, a name he’d only heard of a day ago over some ragtag communication device. Now, after being demanded by another resistance to join their cause, Marcus made his escape out of an roaring explosion that roared between the other resistance and some others.


At first. the sound of "putting his life at risk" for a cause sounded like a great idea at the time, He'd be able to find someone he could really relate to after losing one friend, now three in one day's time.

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Marcus looked into the prospect of a shady warehouse as he steadily but quickly opened the door. It was hard to see inside the huge warehouse and there was all matters of brown, heavy boxes of varying size and shape. What was inside was yet to be determined, but Marcus was more focused on finding somewhere safe to fix his injuries.

Marcus was in luck however. The warehouse had a office with a thick door on it. Slowly approaching the area and climbing the stairs made Marcus's hands hold the railing as he stepped into the office with a flick of the light, locking the door. He bent down and focused on some tools to start to work on his body. Omninum had been a extremely useful tool in the long run as he placed his hand on his skin. The body began to repair itself at a regular pace for a terminator.

This is when Marcus heard the noise of someone, no something moving up the stairs. One step at a time, he heard the steps edging closer to him. Marcus chose to ignore the scene because he could see nobody there...

But his hearing was excellent...

and somebody had been following him.

The door opened with a squeaking sound and Marcus revealed himself in a coat that was green and had a red band on it. "Funny, i don't recall asking for a damn EPD officer to arrive and chase me down."

The man realized he was in for a more dangerous situation and like a killer stalking his prey, he knocked the badge out of Carmelita's hands as the badge made a loud click on the ground, he noticed some sort of gun in the creature's belt and was very careful of what she would hold in her hand.

Marcus roared "I'm NOT TELLING YOU A DAMN Thing.." as the half-man half machine sent a rough punch reeling at Carmelita, giving him time to use the siding of the fence to land onto one of the bigger boxes on the warehouse.  The "man" with the green coat used Omninum to call forth some sort of small weapon to fight with, even though he prefered to use his fists instead of the usual.  Now was the game of "Fox chases the killer machine man through the warehouse."

[Carmelita]

The man had batted her aside like she weighed nothing, and Carmelita rolled to her feet as the opponent leapt from the gantry down into the maze of boxes.

“Well, looks like we get to do this the hard way,” she muttered, picking her badge off the grating and drawing her shock pistol.

Leaping the railing as her fugitive had before her, she landed lightly on the top of the containers, watching as he took flight into the narrow passageways that led between the hulks of metal. She pressed a digit to her collar again, fading from view.

She stalked him as he ran, leaping from container top to container top as he made his way through the crates below. He was definitely stronger than she was, but she was faster, and she soon caught up with him. Breaking her cloak, she fired the first shot, a ball of electricity landing crackling on the skin of the man below.

There was a moment where the man paused, and she thought she might have paralysed him with her first shot, but then he turned his head, eye glinting.

“Mierda…” Carmelita swore, as she began unloading shot after shot down at the man. He was tough, a lot tougher than her usual criminals, and he fought through the usual shakes and slowed movement with ease. She stood, dumbfounded, right until the man punched the crate she was standing on.

The metal box shifted beneath her, and caught by surprise she fell over the side. In a moment the man was on her, punching, kicking and stabbing before she had a chance to recover. A heavy blow sent her careening down the passage, stumbling for a moment before she raised her shock pistol and fired a charged shot directly into the man. She smirked, expecting the man to cry out upon losing his senses.

With a laugh, the man charged straight at her. She realised she had no chance to dodge, and simply turned and fled, hoping to turn on her collar’s cloak in time to retreat and try another approach.

She turned a corner just in time to miss the savage punch that left a sizeable dent in the container it hit. Leaping over a pile of crates, she checked over her shoulder to see the man blink sight back into his eyes and stare at her with a piercing glare.

Cloak reactivated, she faded from view, and she scrambled up a pile of boxes back onto the container tops. The sound of falling crates led the man right below her, and she readied herself for another round.

[Marcus Wright]

From the ex-killer’s point of view, he felt like his “methods” would continue to haunt him throughout the fight. He may not of been one or the other, he was the best of both worlds.

The slowness of the man was really bothering Marcus, what had happened to his usual speed. He slowly cursed that the Omniverse had made him start back at square one.

Marcus kept taking different pathways to confuse the clever creature trying to outrun her and outplay her.

At first, the launch of electricity hitting the man only at a glance just made the man even madder. Marcus didn’t take any shit and Carmelita was about to find out the hard way.

She continued to try and shock the man but he kept walking forward and laughed as the electricity just fizzled. The metal box shook and sent waves of sound and the speedy talking creature fell to the ground opening a grand opportunity for Marcus to shatter her defenses. He punched her over and over and kicked her. Nobody was there to stop Marcus not even Blair would stop him from killing someone.

A thick ting rang through the warehouse as Marcus’s fist slammed into the metal box as his head turned looking for Carmelita as she disappeared again.

“Playing AGAIN? Come out and FACE ME!


So far, this creature’s electric weapon wasn’t able to hit him but Marcus would take precautions just in case she did.

As the creature crawled up the boxes, some of the falling boxes were tumbling near Marcus and made him scatter to a less dangerous part of the warehouse.

It was then Marcus decided to move again, this time moving toward one of the lifting machines.

He placed his hand on the machine’s key hole, somehow starting it and then moved the machine forward near the woman trying to bring him to justice.

He moved the machine toward a box and lifted it up going toward Carmelita, ready to squish her like a bug.

Carmelita didn’t let herself go that easily as she quickly moved across the boxes again to see what was the sound of the machine making all the noise below. It was that guy again.

“Great, why the hell was i the only one sent in here to apprehend this guy?!”

Marcus was busy lifting up boxes trying to get her to come down.

All it did was annoy Marcus. But there was at least a possible way Marcus could at least distract the woman. He kept making noises on the boxes and moving around, keeping the lifting machine close by in case she came close. She would make a prime target after he would hop into the machine, squishing her.

[Carmelita]

It was time, Carmelita thought, to change her approach.

The man had grown frustrated with her cloaking, clearly, and had taken to using the controls to pick up and drop the crates and boxes around them. Fortunately there wasn’t a lack of room to maneuver up on the containers, nor was the activity particularly accurate, but that also meant that several times she had to duck to avoid a low flying piece of crockery or non-stick frying pan that had burst with its brethren from a nearby box. If she didn’t engage him properly, it was likely the contents of the warehouse would be ruined, and that would not look good for her PR.

She dropped back down into the maze between the containers, running around and keeping a reasonable distance from the man. Carmelita wanted a more open space, where she wouldn't get trapped between the containers, but this would have to do.

The buzz and crackle of the shots of the shock pistol was all the warning Marcus had before he felt the electricity tingling across his shoulders. Carmelita took a moment from firing to give a grim wave at the man.

“Stop destroying property and give yourself up, or I’ll be forced to take you down!” she cried.

“You have no idea who you’re dealing with!” came the reply. Carmelita couldn’t refute that: she didn’t have a clue who this guy was. As the man tried to manipulate the controls of the crane to move a container towards her, she shot a charged shot into the control box with pinpoint accuracy, sparks flying and a puff of smoke rising from the controller.

She braced herself as the man turned and ran at her. For a brief moment she’d thought that the barrage was doing nothing, but there was a slight stagger in the man’s gait and she noticed him stub his toecap. It was working, albeit slowly. Instead of running, Carmelita began calmly stepping backwards, continuing to fire shot after shot into the oncoming muscle. As the effects built up, the static electricity could be seen sparking over the man’s skin, his steps slowing from a sprint to a run.

There was a whistle as he threw a punch, but Carmelita deflected it past her head with her off-hand. She tried to push the man off balance, but it was like pushing against a brick wall, and she got grabbed for her trouble. Lashing out with a kick loosened the hold, but as she rolled away she received a hefty boot to her back for her trouble. She loosed another shot with her shock pistol before the man took another swing, catching her shoulder and spinning her around.

The man got the opportunity to land a solid blow, and the force of it sent her to the floor. She rolled over to see him pulling back his fist, clearly winding up for a much harder hit than the ones she’d been subjected to so far. Carmelita wasn’t going to give him the opportunity. She scrambled backwards with three limbs, firing with her other and landing more shots against the man, keeping the static electricity present and slowing his movements. He cancelled his blow to chase after her, and at that point she rolled back to her feet.

There was a moment of unsteadiness as Carmelita felt the bruises she’d taken from his early punches, but she felt sure that her opponent was feeling just as bad from her shock pistol’s shots.

[Marcus Wright]

As Carmelita changed, Marcus would have to learn just as fast as she did or be left in the debris.

His method of calling the sly creature out seemed to work but before he got to do anything, the electricity slid across his shoulders giving him a strange fuzzy feeling. Not the warm, fuzzy feeling but the electric jolt of a lot of buzzing going through.

As the machine man pushed the cargo lifter with the box on it, the shock ball hit the control box and the controller making it sputter with smoke and was dangerously close to exploding.

It made Marcus curse and hop out, starting to run at Carmelita, throwing extended dangerous punch after kicks at the creature.

It was clear Marcus wasn’t giving up anytime soon.. But he did feel the pain of the shock cannon on his half muscle/half Terminator parts.

Blood was seen on his muscle but also a terminator part was seen in the gorey display of both leg muscle and blood and robot parts.

Both Carmelita and Marcus were both staring each other down and it was clear one of them had to remain standing.

“Impressive, you hurt me.. And even that’s saying a lot, stranger.”

You could cut the tension in the air between the two with a butter knife if you really were watching the fight between these two. In Marcus's thinking patterns, he noticed Carmelita's "weak spot" per say...

If only if he could get the weapon for himself...

Marcus eyed the environment waiting for any open spots. The warehouse seemingly had a lot of high and low spots. Carmelita had the speed advantage but he could trip her up along the lines.

He had to set his own trap for her, after all what good would his old skill set be if he didn't know how to use it, after all.

He just had to tend to his wounded leg too, that wouldn't help.

Now where to aim...

"Hey, cop... have you ever... killed someone?"

While hopefully Carmelita would take time to ponder over the question he asked her, Marcus booted her to the side, slower that usual. What he did notice was the cops gun sliding close to him. Marcus smirked and repeated these words "

"If you have a gun, you better know how to pull the trigger."

It wasn't quite the gun he had in mind but he had moved the advantage point back to him.

[Carmelita]

Carmelita swore, diving for her weapon, and Marcus took the opportunity to unleash several punches on her. She bounced off the metal of a container, getting way too close a look at the electrical burns that were peeling back to reveal machinery beneath.

She coughed a bit, clearing her lungs before grinning grimly.

“The only thing I’ve killed deliberately was a hateful machine. Don’t make me put you down too.”

As she tried to keep out of his reach, her sensitive muzzle caught the scent of smoke. She abandoned the combat to scramble up the side of a nearby container, the man in hot pursuit. At the top she blinked, looking across at the electrical fire that was beginning to consume the equipment and boxes. Overhead, the cargo container the man had moved earlier swayed dangerously, the cable holding it up stretching in the heat.

Her momentary distraction ended when what felt like a sledgehammer crashed into her back, sending her flying from the top of the container and crashing into a pile of budget desk chair flatpacks. She groaned and raised her eyes to see her opponent give a satisfied smirk at finally landing one of his more devastating punches.

She stumbled to her feet, the flames crackling behind her and the suspended container swaying dangerously from the ceiling, boxes strewn left and right.

“If nothing else, I’m getting him for arson and trespassing, I swear.”

Carmelita dodged as the man leapt down from the container, sparks fading as the effects of the shock pistol faded slowly. A siren cut through the air as she darted backwards, the sprinklers raining down droplets of water that made the ground beneath their feet treacherous to handle.

Carmelita took this new development in stride. Using her shock pistol in close quarters would now be idiotic, the water a grand way to shock herself, and so called on her close quarters combat training, planting her feet and holstering her weapon.

The two were both injured, the cyborg through damage to his circuitry and the vixen through several blunt force impacts, but both were still prepared for this fight. Marcus made a face, striding directly for Carmelita with violence in his eyes. She stared back, raising an eyebrow impassively.

She countered the first attack by dodging, letting the momentum of the man’s swing overextend past her before she added to his momentum with a kick. The water beneath their feet added a few feet to their sliding. The next few punches were repeats on this theme, her waiting for him to telegraph an attack and then dodging it and adding a light hit in. Almost as an afterthought, she pressed a digit to her collar, Bentley’s cloak beginning to make her fade from view.

There was an expression of irritation that crossed Marcus’s face a moment before Carmelita reappeared, sweeping his legs out from under him and dropping him to the floor. She activated her cloak again, dodging Marcus’s attempts to grab her.

The second time she tried to attack was not so successful. The cyborg’s eyes flickered down at the trail of ripples left in the pooling water, winding back and delivering another devastating punch that sent her flying back. Frowning at a bloodstain seeping through her jacket, Carmelita pulled herself from the wet floor and began firing her shock pistol once more.

[Marcus Wright]

I’m not a MACHINE! I’m A MAN!

I don’t know if you enjoy toying around with me, but like Skynet… You’re going down…

It was only then, Marcus could smell the fire starting to spread among everything.

The fire around the boxes left for the slightly damaged Marcus showing a bit more disgusting blood and cyborg parts among his skin.

He walked almost slowly, dramatically. There was something about his eyes, however. Marcus’s eyes were hiding a terrifying red dot and the grin of nightmares.

This is why very few people decided to mess with the man.

The scene around them could be more described from a horror film than anything.

And then.. Rain…

SHIT…

This looked Grim for Marcus until well his head turned toward the bloodstain on Carmelita’s coat.

She was hurt as well as he was.

The half terminator finally thought of a plan..

He looked above and the box near the ceiling was getting extremely dangerous above. If only he could…

The man just kept coming yet the shocks seemed to be doing damage. But a punch could send his opponent reeling into her own trap. He just had to avoid the water puddles.

“Think Marcus… Think…

The box snapped above Carmelita causing a loud noise nearly crushing her, but Marcus was too close for comfort as the contents spilled out. Boom, tang...

It was down to the wires almost literally.

He grabbed something that broke loose of the box that broke and started slamming Carmelita with it.

"..I didn't want to have to do this.."

Marcus muttered inside, "Cops are useless... my world and this world.."

He just closed his eyes and growled

"I was going to spare you this pain.."

[Carmelita]

“Then don’t worry, I’ll do it for you.”

Carmelita ducked backwards, avoiding the heavy swing that would have crushed her ribs, and fired another charged shot at Marcus. As the cyborg growled at losing his sight, Carmelita fired steadily. Ten shots flew, dead centre in Marcus’s chest. The cyborg stumbled as sight began to return, but he was now struggling to pull himself off the floor. The shock pistol’s electricity had built up, and his circuits were now half-useless from the disruptive charges sparking inside him. Carmelita made to fire the remaining shots when the container that had fallen from the ceiling began to shift, its precarious position slowly descending towards where the cyborg lay.

“No!”

The metal box crashed down. Fortunately for Marcus, it didn’t crush him completely, but the blunt edge tore through his thighs, and his legs were separated from his torso. Carmelita stood in shock, hand over her mouth.

“Mierda…”

Marcus didn’t even seem to notice, still trying to pull himself up to fight Carmelita. His grunts of frustration led Carmelita to knock him unconscious, firing at him until his circuits finally couldn't take it anymore. She cuffed his hands behind his back, not that that would stop him if she didn’t keep him unconscious for the ride back.

There was something disturbing about the fact she had to do the same for the disembodied legs that kept trying to kick her.

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Carmelita hauled Marus to her squad car, putting his legs in the boot and his unconscious body in the back seat. She fired her shock pistol again, making sure he wouldn’t wake up, before turning back to the warehouse they’d been fighting in and wincing at the smell of smoke and water.

“Another day, another pile of paperwork.”

She sighed and drove away.

Carmelita spares Marcus, taking his unconscious body away for questioning and the inevitable breakout.