Disclaimer. I don't own Victorious or Scott Pilgrim.
Warning, I looked up some info on the Katayanagi twins, how they were in the comic book, and incorporated it into who they are for the story. So now, in addition to being DJ's, they are also, well, you'll see.
Also, Jori warning. Just a touch.
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Sam and Jade walked into the junk yard, each showing a very different reaction. Jade was disgusted, while Sam seemed relaxed. "My dad's boss owns junk yard for cars." Jade said, making random conversation.
"This place has em too. If Fredward was right, they're using it for parts. Expect anything." Sam said. She glanced back at her bike, wishing she'd agreed to take Jade's car. But today, stealth was going to mean as much as brute force.
Jade, for her part, was still a little confused as to why she was here. Both her and Sam were fighting for Cat, but the call she'd gotten had added layers to her already shaken psych. (Flashback)
Jade had been sitting in her home, enjoying the new import, a Japanese remake of the scissoring, illegal withing the US due to it's graphic violence. It took her mind of the weirdness that seemed to follow her since Beck broke it off with her. That's when she got the call, and the caller ID said Vega.
"Called to rub it in?" She said as soon as she answered the phone.
"Jade, it's Robbie. Tori has you on conference call. Look, I talked to Beck, among other people, and we're calling to ask you to help. It's time to go proactive. The Katayanagi twins are apparently G-Man's big guns. It's going to take two of you to take them out, and the only way to make sure that happens is for you and Sam to go after them first. Beck said they hang out at this junkyard slash music club called the Recycler." Robbie said.
"And why would I?' Jade asked. "Is Vega going to break up with Beck and then help me get together with him AGAIN.?"
"Not exactly." Tori said. "Robbie's been asking me a lot of questions about my feelings for you, why I always want to be close to you. It seems I may have an itsy bitsy, tiny weenie crush on you..." Tori let her voice fade.
"Point is, Beck knows you can't be with him. You need some guy who'll never be afraid to tell you when you're being stupid, and no guy, not even Beck, can do that anymore. Not after what you did to Lucas Lee. But Tori can. She always cared enough to be there for you, ever since what, the second month?" Robbie asked.
"It started when she helped me clean up the Black Box theater. I guess it kinda grew and shrunk from their, but it really took hold when I realized some of the chiz she did to me was to help me grow, as a person and a performer. I mean, Jade, I swear it felt like you knew about the dirty thoughts I have sometimes." Jade could hear the smirk in Tori's voice.
"So you want me to fight these guys for Tori?" Jade asked.
"It kinda helps everyone. But basically, yes. Call Sam and convince her to help you in this fight, so Tori and Cat can escape the G-Man's machinations." Robbie said.
"When did you start using big words?" Jade asked. But she knew he'd won. She had done so much to help Tori, always explaining it away, but deep down she knew she'd succumb to Tori if the Latina made an effort to seduce her. "What does Beck think about this?' She asked.
"Who do you think recommended Tori for you?" Robbie asked back. (End flashback.)
The two moved as stealthily as they could through the junk yard, each ready for action, and both wondering how long this was going to take. Neither was that interested in this taking all night, they both had things they'd rather do.
That's about when the security droid came alive, swinging it's makeshift sword at them. Jade didn't notice it, but Sam, who was far more used to trashing places, saw the blade for what it was and pulled her partner out of the way.
The whole junk yard seemed to come alive, as robots and droids emerged from their myriad of hiding places, ready to repel whomever had the nerve to invade their space. Rockets launched, and soon the two were using the unmoving junk as shields from the explosions and shrapnel.
"Think they know where here?" Sam asked.
"All I know is, if this keeps up, it'll ruin my hair. I'm going to take the seventy dollars it cost out of their hide." Jade replied. "We need weapons."
"Any suggestions?" Sam asked, but she was already planning on how to arm herself.
"Those big bots have shields, and swords. I suggest we convince them to let us have them." Jade replied. Their tactics were simple. They originally wanted to use one of them as a distraction so the other could close, but there were too many things after them, so instead they charged the closest opponents and struck.
Neither noticed the lack of announcing of this fight, both were too busy staying alive.
Sam was stronger, and seemed to be able to take more damage than Jade. But the goth was faster, and far more refined in her fighting style. Also, Jade understood how things like these might work, while Sam understood where to hide traps and obstacles. They covered each others weaknesses, ensuring they both made it to level two.
The first enemies dropped, shattered by the force of their assailants onslaught. Their remains formed shields against the shrapnel and weapons of the bots. From there, over the next hour, the two girls fought their way through the junkyard, destroying everything that rose against them. Often they'd simply adapt and use the weapons the bots had, with Jade frequently making use of rocket launchers and other such devices to augment Sam's melee attacks.
In the center of the yard, the twins sat within the armored safety of their club, waiting for the shooting to stop. As usual, They'd report to the police that it was just a fireworks display, or something like that. Better than admitting they used outright illegal weapons to defend their home. It also covered up the disappearance of the occasional kid who took up the bet to sneak onto their yard without permission.
But the noise had never lasted this long before. For the first time, the twins regretted not having more video surveillance around their junkyard. Anything to see what was going on, and maybe take control of their robot hordes, directing them towards whatever threat was enough to cause this level of mayhem. Instead they had to limit themselves to peeking through the bullet proof glass, when they had the courage to lift, even for a moment, the heavy armor blast shields that had risen to block any incoming debris that might pose a danger to them.
"It's okay, whatever's going on out there would have taken out surveillance anyways." Kyle said nervously.
"We have a couple of bots that have visual sensors we can tap into." Ken added. "Maybe it's a good idea to know whats coming?"
"Good idea." Kyle said. He activated the control panel app. For his phone, and a few buttons later, had his answer.
The yard was in ruins. Two beat up looking girls were walking towards the clubs building, each was fairly attractive under the dirt and blood. One was tall and brunette, while the other was short and blond. Kyle only admired them for a second before his brother had called up the status reports on all their bots.
"This is bad, very very bad." Ken said, getting his brothers attention. "Only one bot is still functioning, and it's in here. The rest are off line. Whomever did this, they'll be at our front door in seconds. We need to activate the crushinator, and get into our combat suits."
Sam walked up to the door, looking for the easiest way to smash her way in. Jade, however was watching the power lines. "Why kick our way in, when we can pick the locks."
"Electronic locks." Sam noted.
"And safety systems that keep them on if the power is cut. But there's always a way out, just in case of fire. So all we do is set the building on fire..." Jade smiled.
"Or activate the safety systems. But how?" Sam said, then moved towards the front door, fiddled with a few things, and the ran. Seconds later, the door blew itself off it's hinges. "Explosive hinges. Standard for Aircraft, and easy enough to fake. Used the buildings power to set them off."
"You asked Freddie for help, didn't you?" Jade teased.
"Yea, but he came through." Sam said.
They soon found themselves in some kind of Techno club, with the strobe lights and a large robot waiting for them in the middle of the dance floor. Nine feet tall, it had multiple laser ports, and stood looking straight ahead. Sam held Jade back from rushing in to attack.
"This is too easy. Look around." The blond said.
"Looks like a normal enough club, and hay, look, our quarry is sitting back their in the D J's booth." Jade said, pointing. The two brothers were behind three inches of bullet proof glass, at their keyboards and control stations, ready to let death fly.
"And clubs have lasers, smoke machines, and that kind of chiz, right?" Sam said.
"Especially in funk or Techo clubs." Jade replied, getting it. "This is a trap."
"You find me a way to the bot, then make your own way to the booth." Sam said grimly. "We need to shut this down now."
Jade nodded once, adjusted her shield, and took off towards the booth. Immediately multiple lasers lanced towards her and Sam. Jade hurled some piece of junk she'd been carrying, and the bot vaporized it before impact. Sam was trying to circle, get in behind it, but the bot seemed to see all around itself, and could pin both girls down at the same time. Sam continued to move towards the bot, as the room came to life, spitting fire and laser pulses towards the girls.
The ethereal bell sounded, and the VS appeared, along with the words "Tag team battle Two." The Voice said "Fight."
Jade tried twice to close on the booth, or to draw the bots attention, but it seemed to be able to see through the smoke, and sense their presence. They both had ripped some metal mirrors from the inside of the concrete bunker to make new shields, often deflecting laser pulses away from themselves and in the general direction of whatever they could aim at, but a direct square hit would melt through the mirror, so they didn't have the luxury of aiming. Instead they were left dodging the various attacks the twins initiated while trying to deflect the dead on accurate shots of the bot. Concrete melted and burned, holes appeared in the clubs walls to let in the last of the daylight.
Jade had had enough. She pulled out her precious scissors. As well as some debris, and moved to reposition herself. "Attack when I throw." She screamed, the hurled the debris and her scissors at the booth. The debris flew true, and bounced off the thick glass, while her scissors fell and struck the glass low, impaling the glass but not high, or deep enough to do any damage to either of the twins.
Sam ran towards the bot, deflecting it's attacks away from herself as she closed, She kept her focus on the task at hand, missing the explosion that ripped through the back of the club. The bot brought both it's lasers to bear on her, and a second pair of scissors imbedded in it's skull, taking out it's aiming system.
Jade knew the explosion wasn't very big. There shouldn't have been one at all, but the Katayanagi twins weren't experts at designing control panels. They'd had too much power running through the panel, and when Jade's scissors impaled into the back of one of their panels, the surge took out the other, and forced the two to abandon their safe hiding place. Smoke now obscured the back area.
Sam made quick work of the bot, now deprived of it's primary attack mode. The giant vibrating blades were easily deflected, and then the little blond powerhouse ripped the bot in half. She continued to smash until nothing moved. Sam, however, wasn't an endurance fighter. She collapsed, totally spent, as soon as her senses told her the fight was over, and her adrenalin wasn't pumping through her veins. She was unconscious before the twins made it out of their booth.
The twins both smirked at Jade as they faced her. Through the smoke she could see they were wearing some kind of armor. 'Probably loaded with weapons and chiz, and with tough defensive capabilities. God are they in trouble.' The goth thought to herself. "You two just cost me two of my favorite pairs of scissors. Thank the gods my collectors scissors are safe at home, or you'd both be dead."
Ken stood tall. "Try..."
Ken shot back, cracking the cement bunker that made up the outside of the club. His armor didn't deflect enough of the attack to keep him from being stunned. His brother tried to react, only for Jade to smash his faceplate with one swift kick.
Two minutes later, a cell phone inside the booth rang. Jade glanced at the called ID, then picked up, thinking it was for her. She didn't say anything, just listened. "Is it done?' The voice asked.
"Yep." Jade said, popping her P. "Those two won't be bothering anybody for quite a while."
"Who are you?" The voice asked.
"Someone you though was too freaky to be a part of your clique." She responded. Then she hung up. Using the same phone (She didn't bother risking her own phone on this mission), she called Robbie. "It's done. Get over here. Sam's out, and I'm not carrying her."
"Oh my god, what happened? Is she hurt bad?" The nerdy boy asked.
"Nope." Jade replied. "Just no endurance. You owe me two new pairs of scissors, and a new outfit, not to mention fixing my hair."
"Fair enough. We are, after all, going to the opening of the Chaos Theater tomorrow night. We'll want you to look your best." He replied. "Be there soon."
Jade heard the voice call out "Winner." and the end bell rang.
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There you have it, the last of the enforcers. Now Robbie's team is one step closer top the final encounter. Of course, violence isn't the only tool in Gideon's toolbox.
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