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Somewhere on the continent Pandora in the morning…
Terran troops were stationed on an outpost for almost thirteen years… without any opponent coming to their location or any order to investigate or attack an area. The robotic soldiers had more patience than their techno-organic friends living in the same place but they still felt a little bit bored. Aside from getting steady supplies, all were wondering what was going on inside the minds of their commanders in the upper echelon.
"Man… this is getting nowhere."
"We still have duties to fulfill," said a robotic acquaintance.
"Seriously? We all know how boring that screwed-up fantasy land is, but this situation right here is getting ridiculous!" responded a bio-enhanced cyborg.
"You're saying that you actually want to confront hordes of zergs, orks, bandits, or other vicious animals like that?"
"Not… exactly… what I meant to say is-" Before the soldier give another answer, both hear and see an incoming supply craft toward the outpost. The hovering machine arrive and unload its contents.
"Let's just take a look at the supply drop zone."
"Yeah… like around two hundred times at this point."
After the vehicle leave the outpost, personnel examine the supplies for a while when someone spotted a sizable radio-box among the items.
"Did anyone ordered a radio around here?" The cybernetic leader gets a negative response from everyone. The trooper look at the device and see a button to press. He try to communicate for authorization or seizure of this device but all the high-ranking person receive are static noises. "Jeez, I have no idea what's going with the comms. Alright boys, I'll be taking responsibility for what will happen next." The cyborg proceed to push the button which leads the gadget to transform into a different design.
A voice comes out of the radio, "Uhh… hello? Is anybody out there?"
The leader answered through the attached telephone on the machine, "This is a major Jeffrin Ikejah of the uhh… umm…"
"WELL HOWDY, YOU BADASS MOTHERF###ER!" A voice resonate through the loudspeakers.
"This is Mister Torgue from the Torgue Corporation and I like to congratulate you for being the first person from this planet to talk to the CEO himself!"
"Hold on! How did you manage to get this contraption undetected through our gate?"
"I REALLY DON'T KNOW! I HAD MADE SEVERAL RADIOS LIKE THIS ONE FOR OVER A FEW YEARS! But every time I try to send one of those things to the other side, I ALWAYS NEVER GET A SIGNAL OR HAVE A F###-UP GADGET RETURNED TO ME IN F###ING PIECES! Anyway… CAN YOU TELL ME ABOUT THIS WORLD OF MAGIC?!
"Waaiit a minute. Didn't we given you greater details about this universe already?"
"I'M ONLY THIRTY-ONE YEARS OLDS AND THAT INFORMATION HADN'T BEEN UPDATED FOR THREE HUNDRED GODDAMN YEARS BECAUSE OF YOUR TIGHTLIPPED CONTROL OVER THAT STARGATE! Now that settle it… WOULD YOU BE SO KIND TO GIVE YOUR PERSPECTIVE ON WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW?! Pllleeeaaasse?!
"In return, can you please turn down the volume for a while… or else I'll permanently turn that delicate radio of yours into scrap metal?"
"SUUURrre… thing. Sorry about that. I can get really excited about good things happening. Okay then, let's start talking."
"Well let's see. Now where to begin?"
"Hey, boss! Can we all tell him which part of this planet is just dull to visit?" one of many curious individuals requested.
"Just wait your turn soldier."
Hours have passed as practically all the military outpost members inform Torgue about apostles, Orks, Eldar, polytheism, medieval battles, magics, and other topics related to this realm and their presence for over a millennium.
"Sooo… you're telling me that ninety-two percent of all living things on this world you're stuck in aren't exploding right now?"
"Uh, yep."
"Huh? That sounded a little bit… better... from the last thousand years. BUT THAT'S STILL BUL###IT TO THINK THAT THIS MAGICAL WORLD DOESN'T KNOW A F##*ING THING OR TWO ABOUT MAKING EXPLOSIONS OR EVEN GUNS!"
"I think we mentioned the exceptions before sir."
"MY BAD! The point is that you guys want action, loots, and explosions! In that case, I WILL REWARD ALL OF YOU A HUGE CACHE OF TORGUE-MADE GUNS AND EXPLOSIVES FOR YOUR APPRECIATION TO TALK WITH ME!"
"I'm not certain if Command is willing to buy that much merchandises for your sake."
"WAIT A MOMENT! Aren't you robots smart enough to know that I'm giving you destructive weapons FOR FREE!"
"WAT! Free gunz!? 'EY, TERRIES! Wat wit dat 'umie voice anyway!?" Everyone turn toward sound to see orks just started to steal some of their equipment.
"What... the HELL! Why didn't we... aahh, screw it! ALRIGHT YOU GREENSKINS, DROP THE LOOT RIGHT NOW!" order the major.
"HA! U got ta kill me ta git it back terry!" one of the ork looters defiantly said.
Suddenly... "TIME OUT! TIME OUT! I GOT AN IDEA!" shouted Torgue from the loudspeaker.
"What now Mr. Torgue!" the terran leader fumed at the contraption before seeing it 'digitruct' a tall structure holding larger loudspeakers.
A quick moment of silence later... "HELLO PEOPLE OF PANDORA! My name is Mister Torgue, founder of the Torgue Corporation, and I have a giant load of guns THAT MAKE ANYTHING EXPLODE FOR FREE! To get them, invite yourself and your pals to the following coordinates for a once-in-a-lifetime deathmatch sponsored by yours truly, TORGUE! The last group standing will receive ALL OF THE LOOT! If you don't want to die over there, that's fine with me! But that will probably mean that YOU'RE A F###ING RETARD FOR NOT KNOWING HOW GUNS AND EXPLOSIONS WORK! Now then, go to the marked location and wait for the battle to start at tomorrow's morning! TOOTLES!" Sparks appear on the speaker tower and quickly explode to smoke. The device rocket itself away from the outpost and toward an unknown location.
"Oh... that's... just... terrific," out loud the high-ranking soldier. Follow by gunshots and death yell of an ork.
"Don't let them get away!" cried one shooter before meeting two explosions near him.
"We'll let our boyz know wen da next fight coming! WEZ BE WAITING FOR U!" The ork wartrukks and wartracks speed out of the way.
"Son of a... "
"This is Command to Delta Outpost Actual, come in!"
"Delta Outpost Actual to Command, over."
"What on earth is going on down there!"
For a period of time, the leader explain as much as he can to the higher authority about Torgue, the gun offer, and all the other things that led to this mess they're in. Soon after, the top commanders ordered the outpost troops to go to the source of the beacon signals and prevent those weapons falling into the 'wrong' hand. They will get reinforcements as these soldiers prepare their wargears for battle but not the 'traditional' military units. Quite frankly, more of the terran military forces are deployed to several outposts to deal with essentially smuggled products from firearm corporations like Jakobs, Vladof, Tediore, and Maliwan with no answers to how they evaded detection. Instead, they'll be receiving newly developed battle-bots from the testing facilities in space to observe their first action and medics in exosuits equipped with nano-medicine to prolong combat-effectiveness in heavy fighting. With all things set and ready to go, the company-size group head to where the Torgue gadget landed on.
"Does anyone had the feeling that the higher-ups allowed those gun companies to send in their merchandises on purpose?" the same cyborg asked.
No answer.
"Never mind."
Hours passed and the armed convoy is getting near the location.
"Looks like the reinforcements at the rendezvous point as well as more coming in airborne. All personnel, get ready to stop," said the leader. Minutes later, they stop at the reinforcement site.
"Greetings, soldiers. I am a 6RUN-TP combat bot or gruntrap for short," said the one-wheeled construct with a mono-eye head.
"Uh, lead? Why does that 'thing' look like a modified claptrap unit?" asked the synthetic soldier with a shocked expression.
"The manufacturing process of this unit and other bots that went through that same method is classified for your information. What matters is that we're all geared up for our first battle!" responded the gruntrap backed with his buddies numbering very close to a thousand. Also accompanied them are hundreds of attack drones called bugs.
"Well, good luck with that." the commander soon get a military salute from the new robot. He then move toward the medical and technical support teams to check their status. "Everything fine ladies?"
"All ready to patch up the boys when shit hit the fans sir," one of the female medics answered.
The major chuckled, "Good to hear."
Now joined with additional forces, the terrans resume their movement to the target area. Once there at early evening, they found out that a coalition of humans and various humanoids got to the location first. Geographically, the chosen landscape is wide enough to hold a corps of forty-thousand people and looked more like a weathered-out meteor crater but this coalition oddly stayed together in one segment of the natural arena. The alien force scouted the big place for more understanding on the terrain when they spotted an incoming battalion of dwarves moving toward a land segment next to the coalition. In response, the extraterrestrials setup defensive structures to consolidate a particular part of the future battleground next to the short-stature humanoids. Essentially, they relocate the outpost from the last destination and more or less turn it into a fortified base. At midnight, warriors of rabbit-eared vierans show up on another piece of the wide area that directly face toward the dwarven encampment. So far, not one of the factions is willing to occupy the center space where the Torgue device settled down. Additional concerns are related the dens and nest of the dangerous animals along the edge of this crater like skags, spiderants, bullymongs, and torks.
At sunrise...
"Did everyone feel that rumbling right now?" one terran fighter said which many troops reconfirm the vibrations. They check behind their fortifications for visual sight of the disturbance.
"Orks spotted! Numbering in the thousands! They're coming in right between the killer-bunnies and that mixed coalition!"
"Oh, that arrangement can't be good."
The orks firmly occupy the gap between the vierans and the diverse alliance. "Lookz like wez arrive wid time ta spare," the nob in mega-armor stated.
"Wez wud never be dis late if we 'ad not-"
"Attention to all inhabitants of Pandora! This whole area is now prone to be a bloodbath of catastrophic proportions! That reward of dangerous weapons is not worth fighting for! If you have families to protect, honest dreams to achieve, or other reasons worth staying alive, then the Terran military besiege all of you to leave this combat zone immediately before it's too late!"
"De only reazonz wez 'ere are ta get loot and 'ave fun!" proclaim the armored nob follow by laughter from all of the barbarians at present.
After a couple of hours, many of the inhabitants from the coalition left the area due to realizing that they are more likely to get killed by powerful armies than making it through this violent brawl alive. Still, there remains thousands of people seeking glory, wanting that armament rewards so bad, or being angry at the last statement from Mr. Torgue. They have a menagerie of weapons at there disposal ranging from swords and axes to hand-made automatic firearms. Both the dwarf and vieran factions mainly stayed intact as they felt confident on their 'success.' On the terran side, automatic turrets dotted along the defense perimeters with much of the new gruntraps and bug drones at the frontlines and the rest of the soldiers in powered exosuits and advanced AI constructs at the rear.
One soldier spot one of those combat bots shaking nervously, "You okay buddy?"
"Well... it just that... the idea of fighting... those big and nasty orks... is making me and my pals feel very insecure!" the gruntrap responded.
"That's... just great." He's about to give advice to the bot when a loud alarm siren come out of the Torgue machine which then lift itself up to a certain height to project a large hologram of the CEO.
"GOOD MORNING, BADASS PARTICIPANTS! Thank you for coming to this awesome contest to the death! But first: INTRODUCTION! Here in one corner are the cold-blooded and methodical robot terrans! Next comes the short but sturdy dwarves! On the other corner is a mix-bag of humans and fantasy people! Then there's the big and war-loving orks right next to the beautiful but deadly rabbit warriors! And last but not least... uh... excuse me ladies and gentlemen but it seem that we need to wait for one more contestant."
A small moment of silence later, "WAT ARE U WAITING FOR!? Dis iz takin' forever!" one of the ork slugga boys questioned loudly.
"I HATE WAITING AS MUCH AS YOU DO! But it wouldn't be so f***ing awesome if one of the most infamous denizens never show up!"
The meganob curiously asked, "'OY, 'UMY! Wyz your voice made dat weird sound as 'u kurse?"
"I'm glad you ask! The Torgue shareholders wired my voicebox with digital censor! Therefore... I REALLY CAN'T SAY STUFF LIKE S##T, C##K, OR P##SY-F###ING D##KBALL! THAT'S LIKE HALF OF MY F###ING VOCABULARY! IT'S SO GODDAMN BUL###IT!"
All of the orks replied to that statement with laughter. "AH!AH!AH!AH! NOW DAT IZ FUNNY TORGUE! AH!AH!AH!AH!"
Several terran soldiers started to laugh as well until the leader of the group interrupted this outburst. "ALL UNITS! Get your dumbasses back into fighting positions!"
After ten minutes, more people leave the 'arena' who are now convinced that its not worthy to die for the entertainment of someone as badmouth or childish as Torgue. Right now, around three thousand coalition members are very stubborn to leave for their lives. Only a few dozens of vierans move back to their homes. The combat strengths of terrans, orks, and dwarves remain the same however. Another issue to the foreign military force is the arrival of bigger reinforcements of orks and dwarves. No one knows when the wait will be over. Until...
"Attention everyone! One of our orbital satellites spotted multiple vehicles heading toward this location. They are identified as bandit technicals, sandskiff hover transports, motorbikes, and buzzard aircraft. Stay sharp!" The commander on the ground notified the troops.
"Go figure. Bandits," smirked the talkative cybernetic terran who later saw hundreds of bandit machines coming in with a blank expression. "Wow. That's alot of them."
"THANKS FOR WAITING FIGHT FANS! HERE COMES THE AX-CRAZY BANDITS OF PANDORA!
Once a few bandits enter the location, the floating contraption emits a gigantic energy barrier that covers the whole area.
"THIS IS THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! THE FIRST EVER SIX-TEAM DEATHMATCH ON THIS MAGICAL WORLD! COUNTING DOWN IN TEN... NINE...!"
Very quickly, the bandits attack everyone in sight using their firearms and attack vehicles. "SMASH THE BABIES!" cried a psycho.
"FIRE AT WILL! FIRE AT WILL!" order the extraterrestrial ground leader resulting in a high-volume barrage tearing through the bandit attackers.
"F##K THE OVERDUE COUNTDOWN! JUST START THE KILLING NOW!" Torgue announced to the other factions who immediately fight each other.
It's clearly apparent that the body count went very high, really fast. Typical marauders and psychos receiving bullet holes from the high-tech armaments of the terrans and getting cut-up by vieran blades. The gruntraps' shooting skills with energy weapons and plasma grenade throws made great work on their opponents but their morale is hanging by a thread, particularly against the more durable slugga and shoota boys. Dwarven warriors taking losses as they attack the synthetic faction's obstacles while also being involve in a stalemate with the diverse coalition. The coalition fighters are faring slightly better in firefights and melees against orks and dwarves despite their own growing casualties. For the orks... well, they're having fun as usual no matter what such as killing and getting killed by vieran warriors. Nevertheless, more opponents swarm into the arena to support their respective party except for the coalition and the rabbit-ear women. Among the new wave of marauders and psychos are midgets riding on war-skags toward their victims. Landing pods sending hundreds of gruntraps directly to the first defensive line as well as many more bug drones from a floating starship nearby. Dwarf soldiers and support teams establish defensive positions and firing their guns. Gretchins in killa kan mech suits and ork stormboys are included in the latest ork horde to join the massive fray. In fact, many stormboys use their jump-packs to get the drop on every opponent in the arena which become very effective in causing panic within the new combat bots as these shock troopers bring havoc to terran positions.
"FLEE!" "SAVE YOURSELF!" "RUN AWAY!" "EVERY BOT FOR SELF!" "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" "AAAHHH!" screamed the numerous gruntraps.
"Chop dem all up!" stated one ork until he gets a headshot to the face, courtesy of an advanced bipedal AI.
"Looks like the eggheads may need to update their morale," he noted as the robotic soldier and the rest of his buddies proceed to 'clean up' the mess. One stormboy get close and make a downward slash at the combat construct only for the barbarian's arm to be grabbed mid-air and receive a bayonet stab by the 'robot' which is soon follow with a plasma burst from the gun that the blade is being attached to. Immediately after removing the bayonet, he get a kick to the chest by another stormboy who is about to tear him apart when the green savage spot a bug drone up-close and it electrocute the ork before a hail of energy blasts from the other bugs kill him. The human-shaped being lift himself up and resume the annihilation to take back the lines abandoned so easily by the frighten bots. "Listen up you AI grunts! You're going to help us retake the positions you retreated from!"
"Can we just go home?! This is getting too much to handle!" asked one panic gruntrap before receiving an announcement from Torgue.
"HEY, WHAT ARE YOU IDIOTS DOING NEAR THE BARRIER'S EDGE! YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT... Oh, I almost forgot to mention it before! The huge barrier allow anything to come inside, BUT DOES NOT LET THE SAME THING COME OUT OF IT! If you want that boundary shut down, THEN YOU HAVE TO GET YOUR TEAM TO BE THE LAST ONE STANDING ALIVE! GOOD LUCK!"
"NOW WE'RE NEVER GOING HOME! WAHAHAHAHAH!" that same gruntrap cried in despair.
"Boss, were those idiots that Torgue mentioned part of our forces?" the mechanical soldier asked.
"Negative. Several individuals from the coalition got cold-feet and try to escape the battlefield. In short, we're trapped down here until we win or lose this battle with our very lives."
"Now I feel pitiful for those poor, stubborn bastards."
"All units, be advised! Reinforcement pods incoming. Eyes open!" Few minutes later, dozens of metallic pods impact along the first line now occupied by orks, dwarves, midgets, and skags. What come out of them are large Super-Defendertraps with two shouldered missile launchers, two continuous tracks and a robotic eye that also function as a laser beam weapon. Also entering the mayhem from the pods are big Fire/Wall-traps armed with flamethrowers, incendiary rocket launchers and a left-handed power-fist for close-combat; as well as melee-dedicated Super-Wheeltraps with two power-fists and two wheels. These new units devastate the enemy and help the other fighters to retake the defense obstacles.
"AAAHHH! SCARY ROBOT MAN!" yelled a psycho midget and then get burn to death by a Fire/Wall-trap. "AAAHHH! I'M LITERALLY ON FIRE RIGHT NOW! AAAHHH!"
"Wow! That is very impressive to see these guys destroy!" a cyborg stated as he see an ork being hand-crushed by a powerfist of the large wheeled bot.
"We're actually winning? Hooray!" said the excited gruntrap.
"It's not over yet! You need to-" [LOUD SKAG ROAR] "You got to be kidding me!"
"What's that sound?"
"Get back to your post and shoot!" the techno-organic trooper commanded as the terrans are about to confront packs of wild skags ranging from pups to alpha skags.
"HOLY S**T! It looks like the smell of so much spilled blood have now attract countless numbers of deadly creatures to the battle royale! AWESOME!" Torgue noted as a lot of wild skags proceed to attack the vierans, terrans, and the bandits who recently sent in bruisers and nomads. On the other corner are the spiderants ranging from new-hatched spiderantlings to larger king and queen spiderants being more angry with their nests taking collateral damage. Their main focus of attack is on the 'robotic' force and the dwarves who just now have powerful warriors with big hammers. Another insect-like species with similar hierarchy and anger issues are the torks making the effort to destroy the dwarves, mosaic coalition, and orks. The last animals to join are the bullymongs varying from small monglets to bedrock bullymongs with bullet-resistant skins. They're smashing their way through vierans and orks but the four-arm beasts run into trouble with the arrival of deff dreads, burna boys, and tankbustas. Since all of those lifeforms are very territorial, they'll definitely attack each other when face-to-face. After a period of time, practically every hostile creature laid dead in the arena but left the coalition and vierans severely undermanned and out-gunned without reinforcements.
"And I thought the orks were scary!" commented a gruntrap.
"Like we ever care!" said a terran soldier who later spotted new enemies among the bandits. "Am I seeing what I think they are?"
"TIME FOR SQUISHING!" "LET'S MAKE FACE-GRAVY!" "KILLING TIME!" the helmet goliaths speak loudly.
"Delta Outpost Actual, bandit goliaths identified. Permission to enrage them sir." the soldier requested.
"Permission granted. Just make sure to terminate any of those surviving freaks!"
"Will do!" stated the terran. "Hey everyone! Target the helmets of those freaks of madness! Let them take the heavy burden for us!" This lead the rest of the troops facing the bandits to redirect their shots at the goliaths' helmets.
"Not the helmets! Anywhere but there!" warned the midget shotgunner.
"HUH?" one goliath wondering about the crack on his helmet which soon broke apart. "ME FEEL... angry... ANGRY... I'M SO GODDAMN ANGRY!" His skull burst up with a reformed spine and muscle attached to his body.
"Hey, his helmet's gone," said a moronic marauder who quickly get pummeled to death by the enraged monstrosity.
"More power! MORE!" yelled the goliath as he transform himself into a stronger form.
"Crap, crap, crap, crap, CRAP!" another marauder noted in a panic.
"They're freed! The goliaths are freed!" yelled a nomad seeing many goliaths enraged.
"MORE PLAYMATES TO SLEEPOVER!" said a psycho being enthusiastic otherwise.
"Are you sure that's a good idea to do?" questioned the gruntrap observing the madden freaks keep on killing and growing stronger.
"Only as long as those guys did not come to our direction. Until then, enjoy the spectacle!" a terran fighter answered. As if on cue, the orks decided to shoot off the helmets of the goliaths to add in more fun even though their success rate to achieve that is over fifty percent. Likewise, more of those bigger combat bots arrive in pods to support the defensive positions. Meanwhile...
"Goliaths? I just hope they don't come here and make a serious bloodbath," a medic expressed her worries as she finished treating the wounded soldiers in one of several safe zones. "Good as new! Alright boys, you're all fit to go back to the fight and be more careful out there!" Suddenly, she sees a big shadow appear instantly in front of her along with everyone near her in a state of shock. "What the...? [metal crunch sound and blood squirt] GAAAH-aaAAAH-uuuUUGH...ugh... ugh!" the unfortunate medic cough and gurgle in blood under the crushing grip of a big mek's customized power-claw before being thrown forward like a ragdoll.
"Medic down! Emergency! EMERGENCY!" cried one military personnel as nearby terrans run away and find new cover to shoot back at the big mek and his mob of nobs he helped teleport. Consequently, the surprise incursion allow this ork mob to cause severe damage inside the base including a dozen dead and dozens more critically injured. This attack ended when dozens of super-bug drones come to the rescue and completely destroy the intruders with energy cannons at the tip of each wing of four, plasma bombs, and shock blasts. The surviving medical teams get back to work in restoring body functions to the wounded while the engineers repair the structural and mechanical damages.
"That was a nasty surprise," noted the robotic soldier firing at the dwarves trying to attack his position. "Speaking of which..." Within his view come rocky giants.
"What... are... those things?" stated a gruntrap who never seen a rock golem before.
"They're dwarven-made rock golems, kind of like robots made out of rock. Hang on, what's with those glowing orbs in the center?" the metal soldier aim and fire bursts of railgun slugs at one orb inside a golem. It shatter and cause this animated being's eyes to glow and go on a rampage against the dwarves and other golems. Almost simultaneously, this also happen to all the golems facing the foreigners' defenses which then attack their own allies within their vicinity. The drawback is that like the bandit goliaths, these golems also transform themselves into powerful versions with every kill they made.
"Bloody hell!" "Son of a bitch!" shouted a few of the short humanoids being shocked at the situation. The orks notice this and have the same idea of unbinding the moving rock entities. Of course, the greenskins are only half successful in achieving this berserk state while the other half are turned into rocky bits.
"I just hope this kind of action doesn't backfire on us," the same gruntrap said in a worrisome manner.
"Heads up! Special operation platoons are inbound!" the ground leader announces. Minutes later, eight platoons of armored super-soldiers joined the defenses by using compact jump-packs and brought a diverse range of weapons with them.
"Well I'll be! Never thought Command would be that willing to send Spartans to this madhouse," commented a cybernetic terran.
"NEWSFLASH! The coalition and bunny-warriors are absolutely wiped out of the match! END OF THE ANNOUNCEMENT!" Torgue shouted through the speakers. Back on the battlefield, much of the golems reach the final form of themselves as rock god-lems whereas a lot of goliaths are transformed into god-liaths.
"I AM UNSTOPPABLE!" roared a recently evolved god-liath.
"Happy place! HAPPY PLACE!" stated a scared marauder.
"WE'RE DEAD!" screamed a nomad in the same state.
"This isn't fun anymore!" said a psycho despairingly.
"AAAHHH! TOO MUCH DOOM... as in... an infinite... amount... OF DOOM!" yelled a panicking psycho midget.
"So we got goliadz ripe in anger, golemz strong enough ta pound lotz of stunties, and now spartan boyz come ta play?!" the meganob observed. "Last one in iz a runtin' squig!"
"WWAAAAAAGGHH!" sounded the ork horde as they happily charge toward the current dangers for a very good time.
"Man! These guys just keep coming, don't they?!" noted the same terran.
"Targets painted. All siege tanks, open fire!" commanded a spartan platoon leader using a target designating device. Within a couple of hours, the whole area is covered with corpses of orks, bandits, and dwarves regardless of whether their bodies are intact or not. The god-liaths and god-lems are finally dead after killing countless orks and their vehicles of wartracks, killa kans, and deff dreads. The alien defense positions are still holding thanks to specialized shells from the siege tanks that easily pass through the energy barrier and the additional help of the spartan super-soldiers. On the other hand, most of casualties in this round are the latest combat bots that took the brunt of the surviving ork assaults that escaped shell bombardment before the barbarians are eventually slaughtered.
"Update. The siege tanks are heading back to resupply their specialized shells," a spartan notified the troops.
"Wondering how long that will take? 'Cause I have an intuition that this is just a calm before the storm." the talkative cyborg said. "Major, request a reorganization of our defense formation sir."
"How so?" stated the major for more details.
"The newest ground-based combat bots facing the dwarves, spartans to confront the orks, and the rest of us shooting the bandits."
"Make it as quick as possible. Over and out!" Several minutes goes by, the redistribution of military might is complete as well as having newly arrived banshee ground attack aircraft and super-bug drones to assist the defense.
"IS THIS IT?! THE END OF THIS AWESOME DESTRUCTION WITH THE ROBOTS AS THE CLEAR WINNER?!" Torgue asked which is then follow by big trembles from the ground. "Oh... LOOKS LIKE I SAID IT TOO SOON!"
New dwarven forces arrive on the battlefield along with several giant iron golems and a gold golem at the same size controlled by a dwarf leader. "I'll clean my beard with your bones!" [Greedtooth — in a giant gold golem] Up next comes a black enormous bullymong accompanied by powerful versions of his large pack at the former site of the coalition. [King Mong — This is gonna hurt... badly!]
As expected, another ork horde join the mayhem being led by a mighty warboss holding a big hammer and grenade launchers on his back. "Diz iz gonna be a squig feast!" [Warboss Slog — King of Orks... for now.] His group include mobs of nobs, weirdboys, and several battlewagons. At the former location of the vierans comes a colossal skag with his tougher pack imbued with elemental powers. [Skagzilla — So yeah... he's big!]
Lastly, a sizable and tougher force of bandits speed their way to the arena in their heavily armored super-technicals and super-buzzard aircraft. Leading them is a monster-size truck carrying a big nomad leader wearing a huge exoskeleton covered in heavy clothing and armor underneath as well as being equipped with an immense ammo pack to feed a heavy machine gun. Once that vehicle stop at a certain spot, this nomad leap out over a distance before landing on the ground. "Alright, midget-lovers! Here comes the big guns!" [Bad Maw — Walk softly and carry a big... ] The bandit leader bring his metal shield in front of him towards the opponents revealing...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" screamed the seven midgets in unison chained up on that shield in a hexagon-pattern (three in the middle and two in top and bottom section). [ ...Shield with midgets]
The orks laugh at that sight very amusingly.
"Well that's quite psychotic... in a funny way," chuckled the chatty terran.
"THIS MIGHT BE IT, FIGHT FANS! THE FINAL ROUND OF THIS ULTIMATE DEATH BRAWL! BADASS STYLE!" Torgue declared.
"Get them boys!" commanded the nomad boss as the strongest types of marauders, nomads, psychos, and bruisers began their attack with vehicular support.
"I thought we were friends, WHAAAAT!" "Traitor... Traitor-face!" "We are friends no more!" "Your the boss but — AH! Why?!" "Midge-Midge's trust... VIOLATED! Mmmmm!" "Why don't like friendship?! Friendship's good!" "Never forgive you!" squealed the trapped midgets.
"I... friggin'... HATE MIDGETS!" yelled the bandit commander while firing his multi-barrel weapon with his right hand.
"All units facing the bandits. Unchain those bastards on that shield of an abusive boss!" ordered a synthetic soldier who is soon taking fire from the other bandits. "After we deal with these guys first!" The terran defenses put out a heavy amount of fire on those incoming combatants who are enduring a lot more damage than a typical bandit would withstand.
"AAAH! Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew! Cut me LOOSE!" "Cut me loose! Cut me!... Without cut me but cut me loose!" "Shoot the chain! Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot!" "Help me! Help me PLEASE!" "Help me! HELP ME! I can't get out!" "Must be FREE!" "You let me out!... You! I see you looking at me! RAAH! You shoot this! I wanna get out! I would go!" begged the seven midgets.
"CAN IT, PINT-SIZE BASTARDS!"
Once they're done dispatching the bandits in the immediate defense vicinity, the extraterrestrial shooters methodically land their shots at the chains trapping the midgets. Dozens of rounds later, all of those stunted bandits are free from the nomad's shield.
"I am unleashed! Midge-midge open this BITCH!" "I'm FREE!" "I will eat cereal out of your DOUGH!" "No shield! No more! You die!... You die you bastard!" "Revenge NOOOOOW!" excited the angry midgets.
"My midgets! They free my midgets!" the bandit leader stated his calamity.
"You're on your own boss!" replied a tougher marauder.
"Fortieth squadron Banshee units here, making an attack run!" one female pilot notified the terran troops down below as her air group proceed to rain missiles toward the bandits on the ground. This assault is cut-short when a few aircraft get damaged by rotary guns held by mega goliaths. "Incoming fire from those mega goliaths! Fall back! Fall back!"
"Well, looks like we know what to do," a terran said. Soon the frontline troops aim their fire at the helmets once more.
"Don't shoot the helmet!" demanded a nomad but it is too late for that nor do the foreigners care.
"Hate... Hate... Hate! Hate-plosion!" roared the mega goliath and thus the rampage began anew.
"Big mistake, genius!" noted an arrogant marauder. On the other side...
"What in malfunctioning servo routine did we just do?" asked a gruntrap still wondering how they managed to unbound the iron golems since they fired many energy projectiles at the glowing cores when the golems released fire balls from that same source; or behind their backs when occupied by other enemies. And now the same carnage reappear as these animated iron-beings become stronger for every kill they made. Aside from the physical strength of these magic constructs, the combat bots are also concerned with the fire beams coming out of the golems' eyes like what happened to several bug and super-bug drones that strayed too far and then got obliterated into pieces.
"Geez, what is wrong with you terrans?!" stated Greedtooth as he continued to smash through orks and bullymongs. However, the dwarf leader come face-to-face with King Mong and the two engaged in close-quarter combat. After some time unfortunately, the giant creature overpower the humanoid controlling the golem and smash the construct along with Greedtooth. It roar in celebration until something big punch King Mong to the ground and then turn the animal into meat pulps. In turn, the powerful rogue iron-golem developed into an iron god-lum after that destruction. Evidently, all the iron golems turn into iron-god-lums and the same goes to the mega goliaths transform into mega god-liaths.
"You suck lunch-box!... RAH!" "Not tell me what to do 'cause Midge-midge free!" "I'll eat you alive lunchy! Nah, nah, nah, nah!" "Hate the nomad! No! Hate, hate, hate, hate hate the nomaaad! Hate you so MUCH!" the midgets trash-talking their torturer.
"Should have kill all of you when I had the chance!" replied the nomad leader fighting the short psychos which was interrupted by a goliath slamming his fist into the ground and proceed to kill the midgets.
"Come and play! COME ON!" said the raging freak who then change to a god-liath afterwards.
"Goliath! I-I order you to stop!" ordered the terrified nomad which the mutant ignored by punching his hands forward. Miraculously, it get caught inside the metal shield making the momentum of the god-liath stop for a short time and allowing the machine gun to shred through the mutant's body.
"I was... so... c-clo-ose!" said the madden freak before dying. Before the nomad relax, he get stunned by a shock skag and then burned by a fire skag that followed.
"Boss! BOSS!" yelled a marauder.
"Mommy's not home! I can find another animal to SKIN!" the malformed psycho spoken gladly. At another corner...
"WAAAGH!" roared the warboss as he finally kill the gigantic skag that defeated thousands of his warriors with high exhilaration after a very tough battle. He later observe the chaos across the mayhem. "Eh, eh, eh! Dose terriez do know 'ow ta make dingz exciting. Alright boyz, letz give dem da best fight of dere miserable lives! WAAAAAAGH!"
"Bad news. Reinforcement has been postponed due to interference by raiding ork planes on our supporting warship. Additionally, the refilled siege tanks on their way to help us are caught in an ambush by orkish kommandos. Viking squadrons and hellbat cavalries are heading out to resolve these issues. Until then, we're on our own and hang tight everyone!" warned the leader on land while the numerous orks continuously assault the god-liaths, god-lems, and spartans in their positions.
"The good news sir?" asked a robotic terran. Unknown to every combatants on the ground, a dark armored figure appear on top of the floating Torgue contraption and install several devices on it.
"HEY! WHAT THE F##K ARE YOU DOING WITH MY TOY ASSHOLE?!" questioned Torgue. Afterwards, this person intentionally fell off of the device and slam a psychic-enhanced fist to the ground which send a huge shockwave that got many orks flying. By then, the energy barrier became impenetrable for even reinforcement or specialized shells to go through. "I TAKE THAT INSULT BACK! YOUR ENTRY WAS BADASS AWESOME!" With the shockwave dissipated, another look on this six-foot tall warrior showing this advanced exosuit resembling more to zerg armor and physiology, the zerg-like follicles including two red ones coming out from the back of the enclosed helmet with two violet-colored eye optics, and holding a two-handed lengthy weapon encased in zerg material. Due to the shear bluntness along the length of this battle tool, the figure's powerful swings tear apart waves of savages in a messy fashion.
"Uh, status update to all units. We got a friendly signal from that... entity currently killing the greenskins in their mist. So be careful with your shots," the major notified the defenders.
"The zerg lookalike being an ally to us that easily hijack the sky-floating gadget and devastate hundreds of ax-crazy beasts at a time?" contemplated a spartan supersoldier. "Honestly sir, we already knew the identity of this character."
"Then you also knew how NOT to bring her wrath toward us. Keep your focus elsewhere soldier!" responded the overall ground leader.
As the dark individual continue to kill thousands upon thousands of green barbarians without breaking a sweat, the ork warboss confront this person for a fight. "I will make trophies owt of your skull!" The warboss jump toward this 'newcomer' and then use his warhammer for a ground-pound attack which the warrior obviously dodge. A series of clashes between the two combatants lasted for half an hour until the giant ork caught the encrusted weapon mid-swing with his left hand and immediately squeeze the figure with the right hand. In response, the armored person emits powerful electric shocks that send great pain to the leader's right hand who then give a few hard-hitting punches to the fighter. Just as the barbarian about to send in a big one, the combat tool of the 'unknown' entity actually sheath out of the covering material which allow this individual to fall and land on the surface. The hand-held object reveal itself a shiny, long metal blade in silver color and straight in shape. It then electrically shape-shift itself into a curve design like a katana for the warrior to slash through the armored knees of the warlord. Down to his knees, the ork attempt to attack it with the broken warhammer but the armored combatant jump up and easily slice his right hand off. While in the air, the sword instantly transform into a straight, pointed blade design and the dark-colored person stab the item through the warboss's forehead. When back to the ground, the victor walk toward the broken hammer, pick it up with little effort, walk back to the corpse of the defeated opponent, take out the stuck sword from the barbarian forehead with one hand, and smack the head with the same warhammer in a snap on the other hand.
"The boss iz dead! Get him!" proclaim a greenskin as lots of them charge at this entity, which usually result in the same bloody mess albeit the sword cuts are more cleaner. The orks outside the barrier begin to fight each other for leadership roles among the horde. The arrival of surviving siege tanks, vikings, and hellbats mark the end of this army as the terrans proceed to annihilate them. Another half hour of fighting left almost all of the opponents against the extraterrestrials dead except for one iron god-lem moving closer to the combat bots and another one trying to kill the maneuverable figure in zerg-armor. Despite taking out hundreds of gruntraps, bug drones, and other war machines, the massive size of the golem near the defenses draws in countless numbers of projectiles that each chip away the material that the animated being was made of. By the time the barrage of lasers, plasma, railgun shells, grenades, and rockets was over, the iron golem is nothing more than a pile of scrap metal. The last iron god-lem is ultimately finished off by explosives cobbled up together from technologies of former owners that the dark warrior salvaged across the battlefield.
"THERE YOU HAVE IT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! The free thinking war machines and the vault hunter had survive and won the multi-team deathmatch of the century! WHICH MEANS THAT THEY ARE OFFICIALLY THE NUMBER ONE BADASSES OF PANDORA! [Torgue mimicking guitar sounds]," announced Torgue. "Thanks for providing me and millions of audiences an awesome show of badass destruction! Here are your hard-earned rewards for all the troubles you had to go through to stay alive! Anyway, HAVE FUN BACK THERE AND GOODBYE FOR NOW!" After that being said, the airborne Torgue radio digitruct a massive storage box containing countless numbers of Torgue-made weapons above itself as well as deactivating the energy barrier simultaneously. Once those processes are done, the gigantic container fall onto the gadget and eventually impact the central ground with the device smashed into pieces. The force of the crash is great enough to deform the humongous metal crate which lead to the spillage of many armaments.
"I just hope we don't have to go through this disaster aga- Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow. Ugh," said the same medic that survived the death grip of the big mek.
Several soldiers get a closer inspection at the giant loot box along with the guns on the ground. "Holy... skagshit. That's a lot of guns," stated the talkative terran still alive from the battle who is now observing the firearms on the floor and inside the gigantic container.
"And in very high qualities to boot. Oh! What does this baby do?!" commented the dark-armored figure with the armor mask removed from the helmet and holding a Tunguska rocket launcher. [Ryona Koishna Matoi — FMB "Sorry, no nudity here!"] The person's exposed face reveal Caucasian features of a female human beauty with lightly tan skin, black hair, and violet-blue eyes; if ignoring the fact that she is a genetic chimera consist of human, zerg, eldar, and other kinds of DNA that this being was created with and 'stolen' from. In addition, her nano-cybernetic augmentations were so integrated in her body since the entity's own beginnings that there are virtually no distinctions between biology and technology. As an example, a layer of nano-fibers underneath the skin layers covered the entire body of this lady to give her incredible strengths and help the person withstand harsher punishments in hostile environments.
All the soldiers nearby look at her with a glare. "Excuse me Ryona Koishna Matoi. I don't think you are authorized to take these items as your own," proclaim a more mechanical terran.
The woman also look at them in the same way. "Well, I assume you guys have another way of thanking me for finishing this quagmire and destroying those fucked-up chaos bandits on their way to your positions," she replied.
"Wait, is that what you've been doing before coming here at a very late moment?" asked the robotic being.
"Certainly! Oh, and let's be clear about one thing: I am not going back to those scientific 'fun-houses' where I was raised as a baby; if at all! So then, if your appreciation of me saving your asses is taking me back there to become more of a divine 'coffin' for the Falmarian gods, then you better take a good look at the millions of corpses among us today and get the point of just leaving me alone for your own sake," answered Ryona. The military personnels view the aftermath carnage of the warzone they're in and remind themselves that this chimeric individual is far more powerful than one of their high-tech armies when provoked. Additionally, their ammunition were practically depleted in the last fighting. "It seem that gratification isn't one of your strong suit, doesn't it? Well, here's this then: Be nice to me, let me grab a few loots, and I'll be on my merry way out of this place. Sound good?"
"Alright lady, we get it! You win this time." stated the metallic individual.
"You know... looking at all of this destruction got me thinking: why didn't we trash that contraption a lot sooner?" asked the cyborg toward everyone in his vicinity follow by silence.
"So... what were all of you doing before all of this bloodshed happen?" the human chimera questioned.
"Guard duty, outpost maintenance, weapon check-ups, supply inspections, and other duties we did in an outpost; and repeat them over and over again for the last thirteen years without some idiots having the guts to attack us or any orders to scout out an area for- wait, are you actually laughing at what I'm saying? Okay everyone, I think one answer is enough for today in explaining our 'humiliations' for following the antics of Mr. Torgue!"
After finishing her 'quiet' laughter, she said, "Speaking of muscle heads, that funny badmouth called me a 'vault hunter.' What kind of vaults is he talking about?"
"Huh?"
Descriptive list about wild creatures and armed people living on the continent Pandora (named after a hostile planet from the other universe)
Provided by the Terran Expeditionary Fleet
Invasive species from planet Pandora
Skags — dog-like omnivores that reside in underground burrows. They have bony armor plates around their head, shoulders, and along their back. The skags' distinctive feature is their three-jawed mouth made up of an immobile lower jaw and two vertical-aligned upper jaws which will give the appearance of a split face when opened. Instead of teeth, they have a series of barbs along the edge of their jaws indicating that their eating habits are to tear apart pieces of their food. Their tongues grow longer as they age. Skags have hook-like claws to dig or attack and live in packs where most of them are inside their dwellings while a few roam outside of the entrances. Whenever they cannot digest something for a period of time, the creatures regurgitated the items to form skag piles. Thus they eat and defecate from the same mouth.
Spiderants — hive creatures that resembled insects with no visible eyes. They have elongated heads covered in armored carapace, four sharp-tipped limbs also covered in the same protection, and soft abdomens. Spiderants don't leave behind visible openings when they dig underground in relatively flat, open ground.
Rakk — flying carnivores or scavengers living in caves or other openings high above ground. Their heads are flat and fleshy with a pointed snout, bony plate on the top, and hooked, grasping barbs lining a soft, slit-like mouth on the bottom. The lower part of their body only have a set of curved, razor-sharp talons upon a flexible tail for adherence to rocky exteriors. Rakk are highly social and vocal as a flock with a task-based hierarchy.
Scythids — leech-like invertebrates that move fast on the ground and live in large groups. Their chubby appendages on the body sides allow them to jump and fly varying distances.
Craboids — animals resembling crustaceans and living underground.
Drifters — tall creatures that look like spiderants with four long, spindly legs and two frontal pedipalps/mandibles. Have several eyes and tend to be solitary.
Bullymongs — four-armed, ape-like beasts capable of climbing tall structures and leaping great gaps. Their arms are the main form of locomotion while the vestigial legs are more useful in standing and walking. The two lower mandibles are vertically aligned and separate. Bullymongs' arms can lift and throw enormous objects.
Varkids — insectoids that are able to metamorphose into higher forms. To begin metamorphosis, a varkid bore into the earth and engulf itself in a pod/cocoon. After a certain period of time, the self-contained structure burst out a stronger version of the animal. In general, varkids spawned from hive-like reproductive organs of immense females dug into the ground.
Stalkers — carnivores that have special organs to allow themselves to be visually invisible. This organ generate an electrical field that bends visible light around the creature. Two of those organs are inside the beast's two vestigial wings. In case it need to recharge the electrical storage, solar plates lining the stalker's back convert sunlight into electricity. They often reproduce asexually and rarely carry out sexual intercourse between two stalkers.
Crystalisks — craggy, tri-pedal creatures displaying a big crystalline structure on each leg and some more on top. In normal situations, these animals are relatively peaceful to other organisms. But when attempts to attack or mine the crystals on them occurred, they fought back and remember the distinctive features of the attackers.
Sand Worms — subterranean invertebrates with long worm-like bodies, no eyes, and long hook-like feelers on their heads to detect prey above the surface.
Boroks — quadrupedal animals with chitin plates protecting the head and torso, several pairs of eyes, big lower jaws, and one cranial horn.
Scaylions — creatures having a similar appearance to scorpions.
Invasive species from Pandora's moon, Elpis
Threshers — long bodied lifeforms with a large, bulbous head perched upon an octopus-like body featuring several long, spindly tentacles sprouting from just below the head. When one of the tentacles is cut off, a new one regenerate. Distantly related to carnivorous plants.
Torks — chitin-covered invertebrates that are both scavenger and predator in nature. They have an insect-like hierarchy.
'Native' species
Zergs — actively evolving species that gain the traits of other organisms and each other by devouring. Gradual regeneration of all body parts when wounded. Live in packs and follow pack leaders.
Orks — battle-craving humanoids with tough green bodies and use of make-shift weaponry. Combat effectiveness increase under huge numbers and led by a warlord/warboss or higher ranking nobz.
Humans — descendants from escaped populations of former research facilities. Living in settlements and towns or move constantly as nomads. They can be peaceful or violent depending on their surroundings and upbringings. Baseline for species-to-species comparisons.
Dwarves — short, stocky, and bearded humanoids that build urban habitats underneath mountains and inside caves. Known to be miners, inventors, blacksmiths, and metalworkers.
Vierans — anthropoids with rabbit ears and higher numbers of females than males. Living in matriarchal tribes and being proficient in melee fighting.
Treants — animated tree-like creatures.
Elves — human-like beings with pointed ears and attractive appearances. Expertise in archery and using spirit magic. Extreme longevity but require much more time to learn new skills and knowledge than their Eldar brethrens.
Types of bipedal fighting units
- - Orks
Choppa/Slugga Boyz: basic ork infantries armed with a pistol and melee weapons
Shoota Boyz: orks firing assault rifles and medium machine guns
Burna Boyz: pyromaniacs with flamethrowers and plasma torches
Tankbustaz: equipped with rocket launchers and tank mines to take out enemy vehicles
Stormboyz: disciplined shock troopers with rocket-powered jump packs
Lootaz: thieves that use stolen weaponry to make their own heavy-duty firearms
'Ard Boyz: orks covered in heavy armor
Kommandoz: 'experts' in guerrilla warfare
Nobz: larger orks armed with the best weapons available
Meganobz: nobz encased in armoured exoskeletons for close combat
Flash Gitz: infantries using customized guns
Weirdboyz: psychic users
- - Human Bandits
Marauders: basic infantries that retained more of their sanity and predominantly human. Able to use a variety of guns and armor protection.
Psychos: human mutants driven insane by exposure to an element with unknown properties or other causes. Armed with buzz-axes or tools for attacking up close and grenades for suicide charges. A variant can use flame attacks through the mouth.
Midgets: stunted mutants that can be as crazy as a psycho, angry as an uncontrolled goliath, or sane enough to use a firearm like a shotgun. Known to ride on domesticated skags.
Bruisers: large, physically enhanced humans with enough rationality to use many types of guns. Have the option to use body armor.
Nomads: heavy infantries wearing heavy clothes and sometimes carry physical shields. Can utilized flamethrowers or shock weapons. They had strong dislike for psycho midgets and often strap them onto their shields. Ability to command lower-rank bandits.
Goliaths: enlarged mutants able to carry heavy weapons with ease and wearing enclosed helmets. When exposed, they become so enraged that their skulls burst out of their heads and proceed to attack anyone on sight with no regards to allegiances. Thanks to mutations done by magic/radiation exposure, goliath transform themselves into stronger versions after multiple kills in a row.
Cultist: fanatical cannon fodders exclusive to the Chaos bandit faction. Can use firearms for long range or sharp-edge weapons for melee.
Berzerkers: Chaos-only armored barbarians armed with integrated auto-guns on one arm and a chainsaw-axe on the other.
Raptors: armored shock troopers of Chaos with jet-powered jump packs.
- - Dwarves
Dwarf miners: have a pickaxe for CQC and explosives to throw
Dwarf battle warriors: using battle-axes to hack opponents
Dwarf dual-gunners: firing two guns
Dwarf soldiers: able to use diverse sets of firearms
Dwarf support teams: two soldiers manning heavy weapons
I initially planned to have side stories on one franchise fit inside a chapter. As you can see, this one got bigger then intended. The next side story would be the fate of those guns provided by Torgue and the unintended consequence of blowing them up. Now for confusion clean-up: the latest battle-bots and drones were based on the digital enemies of Borderlands: Pre-sequel Claptrap DLC. The gruntraps' panic behavior and spartan soldiers came from the Unggoys and the combination of 4th gen spartan wargears and augmentations and spartan-II indoctrination, education, and training from the Halo game franchises respectively. The name of the female character in armor was my corruption of Ryuko Matoi from Kill la Kill and her exoskeleton was a combination of spartan armor and zerg biology. In essence, she can be considered an expy of the Queen of Blades from the Starcraft franchises. Now then, you are free to think about this story.
2-2-2019: Minor grammar edits.