Abby Vs. Dreadnought

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Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Marisol Morales on Aug 5, 2007, 12:24pm

Abby finds herself, oddly enough, in her counterparts room.

It's basically a full-fledged laboratory, designed for numerous experiments. The farthest corner is where Abby develops her robots, and is currently working with Tony Stark's notes to creae her own version of the Iron Man armor.

Along the wall, there are numerous organs of interest, and while most of them appear vaguely human, it's obvious she didn't take them from pure humans - different colors, odder shapes, larger sizes, what have you. There's also a slab for her hands-on experiments.

Numerous computers line the wall, for a variety of uses, though there aren't any keyboards or even monitors - it's all wired into her brain, seamlessly connecting her with COBRA-1's security and maintenance systems, as well as her BELLE bots.


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Marisol Morales on Aug 6, 2007, 12:39am

I - or more precisely, the BELLE bot that's carrying and me and I - walk in to what I think is my counter's room…well, it has to be. It's filled with just about everything I would want if I was lying and stealing jerk, and filled to the brim.

I take a moment to explore, just letting my mind absorb…


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Tank on Aug 6, 2007, 1:11am

Teleporting in, I take a look around.

"Ha, HAHAHAHAHAAAAA!"

I let myself loose, indulging in a good laugh.

"Holy Christ, my Abby must really want you dead," I say as I regain my breath.

Strolling deeper into the room, I trail a finger over one of the shelves along the wall. With the slightest of touches, I bring the items down to the floor.

Jar of eyes: Smashed, sending moist orbs of all different colors rolling around the floor.

What looks like pickled brain: Mushes against the floor, further pulped as my foot sinks into it.

Purple heart: Bounces once, and actually beats with the impact.

"Looks like you hit the jackpot and got yourself the strongest Master. Man, that sucks. For me, I mean. I can only make you watch me ruin half your body," I say as I gesture at her dead legs. "Oh well. Make do with what you've got, right?"

Looking at the situation objectively, I've got a pretty sweet opportunity here. I never liked that Mad Thinker, always acting like she was better than me, smarter than me. That's bullshit. I never twisted her pretty little head off her body because she could line me up with some sweet business opportunities. But this kid, she's just similar enough to the condescending bitch that I can really have some fun on her.

I take my time walking to her and that stupid robot. Finger trailing across the shelves, I allow the girl plenty of time to watch my body loom slowly across the room. Let her revel in the fact that there isn't a goddamn thing she can do to fight her slow, painful death. My heavy, steady footsteps almost drown out the shattering of glass, as I make a long path straight to her side of the room…


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Marisol Morales on Aug 6, 2007, 1:22am

"God…"

This guy is like some nightmarish version of Tank, which is really a major statement just in itself - Thomas always frightened me, just a little. But this guy seems bigger somehow, and that dark hue on his surface enhances the effect.

That's blood. A lot of blood from a lot of people, I'd imagine.

BELLE responds like she's programmed to - protecting me is her first priority. She places me safely on the floor and runs towards Tank at full speed, ready to engage him, but I know she won't last - 800 lbs lift at most, nothing special about her armor. At best, she'll slow him down for a few seconds.

Have to make the most of it.

I roll away as she goes to fight, hoping to hide under the table and crawl my way out.


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Tank on Aug 6, 2007, 1:35am

My gait is uninterrupted as I cross the room, waiting for the robot to get close. When it comes within arm's length, my knee snaps up and into its "chin." Funny, the smashing sound is almost louder than I expected. I feel a few shards of metal or glass bounce off my face as I send the robot soaring across the room, and I haven't even needed to slow my walk.

"What are you, scared or something?"

Look at her, cowering under the table like an itty bitty bug. It's downright pathetic. It's not as if I like the Thinker, but I have too much respect for her to let this mockery live.

There isn't going to be any pride involved in this fight. I've already turned her best chance at survival into a pile of broken circuits. I won't even be able to brag about it, like I could with Carmen, or even The Vision. No, best to just get this over with. I may indulge in a couple minutes of torture, but looking at her now, I realize this is a waste of my talents. I watch her behavior with detached curiosity as I close in.


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Marisol Morales on Aug 6, 2007, 1:43am

"A bit, yes."

Have to move. Have to escape. Have to live. Have to think.

I get such a bad feeling from this guy. I was out when the others were talking with the Masters, but I know enough about them to call them rotten to the core, evil. And I have an inkling that this guy is the worst of the worst.

Escape. Now. "There."

I crawl my way to an annexed corner of the room; a small room for housing…who knows what? Whatever the case, I see the lock on the door and crawl over to the mini-room as far as possible, reaching up and closing it behind me.


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Tank on Aug 6, 2007, 1:52am

"Oh, come on…" I really do hope she can sense the disappointment, the boredom in my voice. A door? Really? She's really going to try a door?

Maybe I should put some energy into this. I've already been nailed by Thor tonight, I'm really not in the mood to play around. A cat chasing a crippled mouse. How sad.

I may as well let her think she has a chance, though. If she thinks she has a chance, I'll at least get some joy out of seeing her face fall when she realizes she's going to die. I really did draw the short straw on this one. Gonna have to give the other Abby a talk when this is all over…

I give the door a sound kick. Enough to get it open, but not enough to kill her if she's still close to it.


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Marisol Morales on Aug 6, 2007, 2:06am

"Firing."

A pair of repulsor rays blast into Tank's chest the moment he cracks open the door, knocking him clear across the room and smashing it up even more.

"Good. Real good."

I'm not sure where she found the notes or the time, but there's little doubt of what I'm standing in right now: a female verson of the Iron Man armor. I don't think I can fully utilize it like this, but the system just registers me as the Mad Thinker, gives me access to the main systems…quite a rush.

Repulser rays.

Amazingly rigid and compact structure.

Comfortable, so much so that it actually compensates for thelack of feeling in my legs, letting me walk. Walk.

There are a few dozen other systems, but I don't have time to speculate, only fight. I punch down the rest of the door, stepping out.


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Tank on Aug 6, 2007, 2:25am

It takes a few seconds to register what just happened. A crippled little girl just knocked me on my ass.

For the first time in awhile… I'm embarrassed. Not angry, not astonished, nothing but embarrassed.

That's when the astonishment kicks in. Then the anger. This is quite the turnaround.

"Looks like the rat found a piece of cheese…"

I sit and stare for a moment or two at what apparently could have been called Iron Woman. Is this the kind of shit the Thinker's been playing around with behind closed doors? Was she really keeping something like this hidden? Wow, good on her. Kinda makes me wonder exactly what she was planning though, especially since it seems tailor made to piss me off.

So I'll use the anger to fuel me, to push me harder. I get back to my feet and charge the damn thing, putting my forearms in front of me to block any incoming shots. When I get close, I'll level a right hook clear into the machine's abdomen.


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Lisa "Nephy" Nephrahim on Aug 6, 2007, 9:09am

« Wow. This was viewed 1856 times. That's a lot. »


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Marisol Morales on Aug 6, 2007, 9:17am

That hurts. Nowhere near as much as it would without the suit, of course, but it hurts. I'd put it around the same level as Paige's blows.

Regardless, I go flying and nearly crash into the wall - but I manage to break my momentum at the last moment; the boosters in my legs push me forward at a thought. I just want to fly forward and…it happens. Seamless.

I settle down on the ground and begin charging energy for another blast, making sure Tank sees it - all part of the strategy. At the same time, my suit scans him, feeds a wealth of information directly into my head at incredible speeds. Possibilities, internal movements, his structure, all of it.

Ah…his chest has a decent mark on it. That's my target.

Instead of blasting from afar, I charge straight towards him at high speed, blasting him directly in the spot on his chest where he was previously damaged, a close-range strike.


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Marisol Morales on Aug 6, 2007, 9:17am

Aug 6, 2007, 9:09am, Lisa "Nephy" Nephrahim wrote:« Wow. This was viewed 1856 times. That's a lot. »

Yeah, see, I kind of went to sleep viewing this, and I had ReloadEvery on.


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Last Hero on Aug 6, 2007, 9:43am

«Uhm…do you do that a lot lasty?»


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Lisa "Nephy" Nephrahim on Aug 6, 2007, 9:44am

« Go to sleep while viewing threads? YES! All the time!

Or are you afraid his repeated viewing is putting a strain on the board. »


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Marisol Morales on Aug 6, 2007, 9:47am

I typically on have ReloadEvery on when I want to view the progress of something. I was viewing the progress of this board, for example, seeing who was coming up with what at what times and such. I don't normally have it on while I read, though, so it was probably just bad timing.


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Last Hero on Aug 6, 2007, 9:47am

«the only suggestion proboards could offer was that threads were getting a lot of views in short periods of time…this is definitely possible»


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Lisa "Nephy" Nephrahim on Aug 6, 2007, 9:49am

« I don't think it works like that. For starters, he did not view it over a short period of time, he viewed it all night. »


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Last Hero on Aug 6, 2007, 9:53am

«The thread received 1800 views in let's just say 10 hours…that is 180 views an hour, or a view every 20 seconds.»


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Lisa "Nephy" Nephrahim on Aug 6, 2007, 9:56am

« Yet mission threads can get that number in as little as a few hours. »


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Last Hero on Aug 6, 2007, 10:02am

«I am not saying it was the cause, just saying it was a suggestion. Though to be fair, lasty doesn't miss all that many missions…»


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Marisol Morales on Aug 6, 2007, 11:13am

[Well, I apologize, either way. :/]


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Last Hero on Aug 6, 2007, 11:17am

«nothing to apologize for.

1) We have no idea if this actually does cause problems.

2) Even if it did, it's not like you did it intentionally :) »


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Tank on Aug 6, 2007, 11:23am

How the Hell did she know to hit that? How the Hell?

I go soaring through more than a few walls, finding myself in what looks like a bathroom twenty or thirty feet away from the Iron Woman. I'm disoriented, can't think clearly. I might be running on instinct now, I can't quite tell since I haven't had to do it in so long.

My left hand reaches up to clutch my chest, but I stop it before it reaches there. I shake the cobwebs out of my brain and stand up again, hands at my side. I have to ignore the fire rapidly spreading in my chest, can't let her see that it hurt me. I need to maintain the fear game here, can't let her think she's even made a dent.

I dart off a few feet to the left, enough so she would have to level the whole complex to hit me through them. I'm pretty sure she's still got those heroic tendencies I've beaten out of so many a victim, so I doubt she'll do that. I charge through the walls, hitting them with my palms so they'll separate from the complex and I can collect them as a sort of running barricade. By the time I collide with her, she should see what amounts to a series of walls charging at her, with me relatively safe behind them.


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Marisol Morales on Aug 6, 2007, 11:41am

Okay. Let's see just how much power this suit has.

I see him through the walls, my scanners making sure his movements are completely tracked. He's coming straight at me, barreling through the wall, collecting them and coming at me hard. I could target him through the wall, but this place's integrity is strained as is - best not to push it. Just let him.

I brace myself as he pushes the walls towards me and push back, trying to beat him at his own game…doesn't work. My systems almost immediately go critical as the servos are pushed to the maximum; not only am I steadily being driven back, but I have about ten seconds until he pushes me over the edge, figuratively and literally.

Fight back.

"Targeting." I aim at the same spot I hit before, the mark on his chest - got to press the advantage here. "Fire."

The Uni-Beam charges and blasts, striking through the walls and hitting the target dead-on. It loses a bit of its potency through the walls, sure, but I'm quite sure he'll feel it.


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Tank on Aug 6, 2007, 12:01pm

I wasn't expecting this suit to put her in all out God mode, I guess I should have considering who made it. Nobody is a big fan of being entirely vulnerable, but I'm pretty sure I hate it more than anyone else. I would probably start to sweat at this point if my body was capable of it.

I almost stop pushing when I hear the steady pitch of a charging weapon. My first instinct is to duck away; I know that hurt, it's only natural to try getting away from it. But looking at this objectively, none of us are natural. We're a bunch of superpowered monsters, in our impenetrable fortress, raining our judgment down upon the hapless civilians like bad actors in some crummy movie.

So I fight nature and push on. I have no reason to think she would see me through these walls, I don't know if even the original Iron Man could. Though I probably should have found out. Either way, I know she's aiming for my chest again since she's been doing that this whole time. I let loose a yelp as the laser cuts into me again before I have time to try and guard against it, the walls crumbling to dust in front of me. I get pushed a few inches as I lose my bearings, but put my left forearm out to shield my vulnerable mark. Now that I'm close, I'm not giving up my advantage; there's nothing I can do from far away, and she can do everything from there.

Planting my feet, I push my hardest into the blast, taking the entire brunt of it in my forearm. Stings like a bitch, but not nearly as bad as it would in my chest. I push through it as long as I need to in order to get close enough to swing my forearm into that machine's chest, and take a breather.


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Marisol Morales on Aug 6, 2007, 12:12pm

In a word: Ouch.

He hits me hard and I respond accordingly - I go flying, slamming through another wall and ending up in, what I believe, is the Ladies' Restroom…yes, no urinals. Definitely the Ladies'.

The suit is based off Tony Stark's design, so it's meant to handle a good degree of punishment; even with the most extensive damage, it's built to function at near maximum capacity, regardless. Still, there is the human component to consider - I'm hungry, still tired, and this fight is starting to bring back all the pain I gathered from being pushed down the stairs. The longer this drags on the worse it'll be. For both of us.

"Stand down, Tank." I make my way out of the restroom after taking a moment to recuperate - on a side note, I love the way this thing warps my voice. "This armor may be a prototype, but still, it can do some serious damage in the right place. Give up now, before I have to do something permanent."


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Tank on Aug 6, 2007, 12:36pm

She's hesitant. Good, I can use that.

I can see the crack in my chest has opened up a bit, a few millimeters at most if I'm not imagining it. Still, I never actually found out what the hell was under all this rock. Flesh, or more rock? I look closely into it and I can see that it's not red all the way through. A little ways down under the surface, it's black. I bet a priest would have a field day with that little revelation before I tore his leg off and beat him with it.

"That's not my name."

I kneel down in the middle of the room, left hand on my chest. I go ahead and make a big show out of breathing harder than usual.


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Marisol Morales on Aug 6, 2007, 12:43pm

A quick scan brings up his real name - Dreadnought. I'm almost content to leave it there, but the scan continues, feeding me more information. His history, his relationships, theories on his physiology, his strength…his kills. So many kills. So much death. So much destruction. No one in this world, no one I've ever heard of, comes even close to his level of Carnage.

"You…" I stumble back, assaulted by the sheer, disturbing wealth of it all. "You're a monster…"


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Tank on Aug 6, 2007, 1:16pm

"Yeah. And you're meat."

The awe in her voice rejuvenates me. I forget the doubt I had, the pain that was slowing me down. Now I remember what I'm fighting for; that fear, and the knowledge that I can cause it just by reputation alone.

There's something to be said for the fact that just the sheer mention of my name noticeably stuns her. I can hear that she really isn't in any place to defend against an attack right now, even through all that fancy machinery. I spring up from the floor and speed toward her with my hand still protecting my chest. It limits my offensive power, but I don't want to get hit there again. Although this time, I don't need both hands.

I slam my right shoulder into the machine's abdomen, and charge through every wall behind it. Holding her on my shoulder as I charge through these walls, I don't stop running until there's nothing for my feet to touch, and I know we've gone sailing out the side of COBRA-1.

"Bet my counterpart here was a real pansy," I whisper into the side of the helmet. "Once I kill you, he and everything you love is as good as dead."

Now the game begins.


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Marisol Morales on Aug 6, 2007, 1:19pm

Get a grip, Abby. Get a grip.

Yes, he's intimidating - no, he's downright scary. He's a beast. He's killed more people than you can count, and that's a huge statement. He's done horrible, unimaginable things, and that's just telling from what the Mad Thinker has reports on - with the media of their world in disarray, there's no telling how depraved he is.

But just because you're afraid, doesn't mean you can't fight back. You did it with Paige. You're going to do it now.

I come back to reality as Dreadnought whispers to me, taking full stock of where we are and processing what he said. "No chance." I reroute more power to the thruster and blast away from him, following him just out of his reach as gravity drags him down. "You're strong, Dreadnought, but you made a mistake taking me out here." I maneuver behind him. "I can control my direction up here. You can't."

Time to engage.

I blast him all over, circling around, making sure to stay just out of his reach the whole time. I make sure he stays airborne, too; occasionally blasting him upwards so he never gets too close t the city below.

"It's your choice, Dreadnought; you can give up, or I can just whittle you away." Of course, I have no intention of killing him - not my place. But, still, this can't be a pleasant experience for him.


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Tank on Aug 6, 2007, 1:36pm

I don't know much about technology, but I do know one thing: Energy can't just come out of nowhere. It's anyone's guess how long she can keep a thousand pound mass in the air with those lasers, so I'm not incredibly worried about how long she can keep me up here. I'm more worried how long my body can take this kind of a beating. As I notice some dust shavings sprinkling away from my hand, I think maybe it's not that long.

I always have at least one weapon I can use against my enemy, whether it be my fists, feet, my entire body, or my surroundings. I'm too far away to use my body, and it looks like I don't have any surroundings. Looking around, I almost let myself think I'm out of weapons, when I remember I do have one. Air is a weapon.

I remove my left hand from my chest, just in time to take a hard blast to my crack. I almost lose my bearings for a second, but I force myself to focus. I can't lose my cool, not right now at least. I wait for her to get directly in front of me, and clap both my palms together, hard. Even if the massive wave of air rushing at her doesn't knock her back, I know the explosive booming sound should fuck her up plenty. Assuming it works as planned, I intend to let myself fall on top of her shoulder first, wrap my arms around that metal can, and body slam her to the ground.

One of us is going to die here, I know this for a fact. I just don't want it to be me.


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Marisol Morales on Aug 6, 2007, 1:44pm

Again: OUCH.

The rush of air isn't a real problem; I correct my flight pattern automatically and right myself. It's the sound that really hurts - the helmet muffles some of it, enough to keep my from going deaf, but quite a bit of pain leaks through regardless, and the sheer surprise catches me.

I go reeling clutches my head, and the next thing I know he's clutching it to; he drops down on me and holds tight, dragging us both down. The system's already trying to compensate for his added weight, but there's a lot of it, and the way he's thrashing about make it a tough job.

Need a soft landing.

I go for maximum thrust and break away, adding a slant to our downward spiral and heading straight for the ocean. "Let go!" I plant a few punches in his side, try to dislodge him. "There's no way you can swim down there, you'll drown! Ease off before we hit!"


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Tank on Aug 6, 2007, 2:04pm

"Make me!"

I pull my arms tight around the suit, locking her into a bearhug. As I flex my muscles, I can hear the sounds of metal bending and machinery being rattled loose, even over the air rushing past my ears.

She'll fly back to land, I know it. She's feeling the fear of death right now. Not from me, even as my arms try to choke the life out of her, but of the water. See, I'm only a possibility of death, high possibility though it may be. The water is just about a certainty of death. She knows it, she's said as much. So let's see if she can take the fear. Let's see if she's a hero, or just a little girl in a playsuit, crying for mommy and daddy…


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Marisol Morales on Aug 6, 2007, 2:11pm

We plunge in.

The suit works on it's own, trying it's best to seal my air supply up and keep me alive, despite Dreadnought ripping me to pieces - it does an admirable effort, and I have approximately eight minutes and forty seconds of air left. Not sure if that's more than he has.

I drive us deeper and deeper, until the sun is barely a speck above us and the pressure is maddening; the suit is on the edge now, most systems reading critical, but I have to knock him out down here, have to make sure he doesn't reach the surface conscious.

This has to work. It has to.


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Tank on Aug 6, 2007, 2:34pm

Marianne liked to tell me all about the ocean. She would sometimes prattle on about how we're so big and strong, but we can't survive in the water as well as these insignificant fish. Or something boring like that, I don't really remember. There was always one thing that stuck with me when she mentioned it; the dementia. Going too far down into the water like this supposedly causes people to see things, hear things that aren't really there.

I can't see. It's hard to tell if that's because of how far down we are, or because I'm losing consciousness. Could be either one, could be both. I've never been this far down before. I generally make it a rule to stay away from deep bodies of water. I can't swim.

It's strange, but I feel something happening to my skin. I'm being hit with a higher pressure than I've ever felt before. The multiple atmospheres of water, plus the speed with which we're falling, it's pulling the blood out of my skin. I would curse if I had the oxygen, I can see a red tint all around me. All the blood from all those victims, leaving me just because of some kid in a suit. My skin is turning black again, that dull, uninspiring black. In the depths, I can almost hear all those thousands of victims laughing at me. Telling me I have no more power over them, I'm just another victim now. I see them in the distance, pointing and taunting me as I struggle.

I release the suit and swing my fist at them, they're all I can see now. My fist only distorts the faces, I can't actually hurt them anymore. I keep swinging. I remember there was something else I was supposed to be doing, but I don't know what. Just keep swinging at the faces.


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Marisol Morales on Aug 6, 2007, 11:41pm

I try to hold onto him as he starts thrashing around, but it's not easy - he is stronger than me, after all, and that's showing right now. It's odd, like he's not even attacking me, like he doesn't even realize I'm still here. Just swinging away and swinging away and swinging away.

I let go.

I don't mean to, but his thrashing elbows me in the face and I lose my grip for a moment. Just a moment. That's all it takes for his body to sink even further. I try to boost after him, but the suit refuses, pulls me back; it's AI is designed to preserve my life even if that's not what I want at the moment, and going any deeper down is just too big of a risk.

So I have to watch as Dreadnought sinks. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper…

"I'm sorry."


Re: Abby vs. Dreadnought
Post by Tank on Aug 7, 2007, 12:12am

The further down I get, the quicker the blood leaves my skin. I can hear the laughing voices get louder and louder, finding it downright hilarious that I was apparently killed by a crippled little girl. They're so happy somebody finally finished the job…

Can't breathe…

Can't see…

Can't think…


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