Exit Cobra, Enter Spawn
Author: I swear that if me & Mirokou ever end up making a Sigma 6 site we're gonna need a character encyclopidia. Lolz, anyways: we don't own Cobra Commander, Baroness, Destro, Zartan, the BATs, Hi-Tech or Duke. Java is Mirokou's character & used w/ permission. Contains: blood, death & language.
The room was dim. All one could see was silohettes and the buzz of accented voices made one wonder as to the nature of this meeting. Hints of Europe, the Orient, the Americas, Austrailia and the British Isles mixed pleasently; it could have been a business convention had there not been the subtil malice in the air.
A spotlight drew everyone's attention to the front of the room. Cobra Commander stood there in all his twisted glory. "My friends and allies," he began, "as you know much of Cobra has been distroyed by Sigma 6. However I refuse to let that bring me down. Behold my newest weapons: the Advanced Battle Androids or ABAs." A screen lit up, showing the ABAs taking out many of the old BATs as well as in action in China against the Joes.
"Interesting," murmured a Brit.
"I recall hearing of that incident," came a voice from the Far East.
"And now I'd like to see your talents demonstraited on the battle field." Behind the mask Cobra Commander smirked. "This should be good. I need some good, bloody chaos right now." he thought.
"Why the bloody hell does the Commander want us involved in this free for all?" Zartan asked.
"Obviously he vants to test us againest these amaturs." Baroness said.
"When the games begin we shall see who the amaturs are as you say. But where I am from we say: those who survive are strong and those who do not are not." an oriental man said.
Cobra Commander examined his computer screen. On it was images of each of the combatants: Baroness, Destro, Zartan, an austrialian man, an irishman, a british man and a british woman, a french man, a german woman, a brazilian man, a woman from Chili, a vietnamese man, a woman from North Korea and a canadian man. He found himself impressed with the role call and thier varied proffesions. Drugs lords, assassins, gun dealers, corrupt lawyers, a diamond smuggler and an accountant who loved poker. "Let the games begin!"
Heads turned upwards as the intercom turned off just as quickly as it had turned on. The canadian disappeared to find a spot for suited to his taste. Zartan jumped aside as the irishman took a swing at him with his billy club. "That's bloody nasty." he said as he heard an electrical crackle. No sooner did the man move to swing again did he topple to floor. The aussie mimic's eyes went wide as he noticed what looked like a needle sticking out of the back of the mans neck.
"Find it interesting do you?" a woman asked. Her accent was noticably German.
"Lets save introductions for later." he said before fading from view.
Destro tossed up his shield as countless bullets flew at him from the Vietnamese man's AK47. Smirking, the arms dealer turned the bullets back on the other man. He cried out as bullets from his own gun ripped through his body. Blood splattered onto the floor followed in short by the man mutilated body. "Fool." Destro said, walking away.
The Frenchman and the Brazilian were engaged in a heated battle. Each had managed to score several hits on the other. The French was sporting several bruises and the Brazilian was sporting several cuts. "I must admit, this is an interesting battle. But I prefer to end it sooner than later." the Frenchman said, before plunging his electrified rapier into the other man's chest and out his back. The Brazilian's mouth opened in a scream as his body convulsed. The smell of burnt hair and skin invaded the French's nose as he let the still smoking skeleton slide off his blade.
The Canadian took aim at the British male about the same time he fired off a dragon round at young woman from Chili. She managed to dodge the explosion, mostly and turned, blowing a dart up at him. At the same moment that the dart hit the Brit's neck the canadian's bullet hit him in the shoulder. He fell to the floor, bleeding and in massive convulsions. His female companion stared at his body in shock. The woman from Chili glared up at him and aimed another dart in his direction. "Shit." he said, ducking out of it's path. However the dart never got to him. Partway during it's flight it was cut in half by a razor edged boomerang and the british woman's head was seperated from her body as it continued it's flight before returning to it's owner. The body fell to the floor with the head nearby. Despite the blood pool he could see that the spine was cleanly severed.
"Enough!" All heads turned towards the intercom. "I want to congratulate you all personally. Return to conferance room." The survivors looked at the blood shed around them, between some of the others that had been invited to the Commanders conferance and the cobra troops that had been put in the room to be terminated. Returning to the dimly room, they once again saw Cobra Commander at the front of the room. "Now my friends what shall I call each of you?" he asked.
"Valon." the austrailian said.
"Shark, it's a pleasure." the frenchman told them, nodding in the women's directions.
The German woman glared at Zartan and growled, "Valkryie."
"Amazon." the woman from Chili muttered as she glanced at the Canadian who in turn introduced himself as Krushnik.
The last woman, the one from North Korea who Cobra Commander had been particularly impressed with smirked and whispered, "Death Watch."
"Welcome to the inner circle of Spawn. And I am The Commander." he said.
In the ROCC...
The computers started to beep and flash as Hi-Tech and Java sat up.
"Incoming transmition, Duke. It's from him." Hi-Tech spoke into his gauntlet as Java's fingers flew over the keyboard, decoding the message.
Duke came through the door a minute latter, "What do we have?"
"He's in."
"How deep?"
"Inner circle. He sent us a list of the other members but we don't know which one is his alias."
"A guessing game, that sounds like him." Duke said, chuckling.
Java's eyes went wide and she said, "Cobra Commander's sending out his troops. And they're heading for us."
Author: Thanks Mirokou for typing the beginning & dictating the last little bit. Along with the inspiration for some of these OCS & chapters. Ur the best muse.