Super Paint Brawl: The Great War

[Kromax]

l Prologue l

Time, time goes one, kingdoms grow to fall, People fly just to land again, wind blows, and tornadoes grow, like all other things, war never changes. The world seemed at a somewhat peace, even the brutal brawls were contained, but the secret acts behind the eyes of even The Watchmen themselves, is what truly doomed our peace.

It happened fast, Dare City had been planning to ravage Brawl City for years, no one could have predicted it, or the betrayal of one of the watchmen themselves. Marckus,the newest of them all, planned all along to leave Brawl City, deactivate the defenses, and hold the Tournament to allow Dare to invade.

Only few survived the entrance assault in the South-Eastern District, they swarmed around the city, surrounding the Really Tall Tower, and the Arena, during Kromax’s and Sandstorm’s match, they collapsed the walls, trapping all inside the power negating chamber. Brawl burn for 7 horrible days, 7 days of pure hell, and the brawlers could only sit and hear the screams.

finally when they got the walls opened, so many wished they could have stayed inside. The city was smothered by the flames, the smell of death was thick, half the population, and even Yacazuma, who didn’t attend the tournament, was found dead in the streets.

The city fled underground, only to see a large group of citizens also made it down, after counting the casualties, witnesses met with the remaining Watchmen to discuss the attack. It didn’t take long for them to realize Dare City was behind it, and Marckus was the only brawler down there.

It felt like, weeks, months,years even before anyone took action, Kromax and Sandstorm, the two brawlers fighting when the attack struck, rose up, and asked for membership upon the Watchmen. Grimscott denied it, demanding that the original Watchmen must stay in shape, even with the losses, it was in discussion for quite some time, soon they grew desperate, and Balto said that in these times of trouble, we needed as much help as possible.

Balto called in all lifelines, all allies, and all brawlers willing to fight; he converted the Brawl City Metro into a base of operations, only a day after its completion, he prepared a speech. “My fellow Denizens of Brawl City, and fellow Brawlers, lend me your ears. These days grow horrid, Dare City wishes to snuff out our city, and no doubt it wants the other settlements of our world, Gearsprocket, Aerial Assault, no doubt they have already started taking Underground cities and the Negasphere, for years our militia has been unused, but now I propose that not only they become active, but our police, and any skilled citizen to join Brawl City Military, along with this, our brawlers can join and be appointed as high ranking members of our armies, and finally, we would like to appoint our two newest Watchmen, Kromax, and Sandstorm!”

Applause filled the room as Kromax and Sandstorm walked up, and a Brawl City Army Banner fell down and hung suspended over the stage where the speech took place. The rooms love for Balto sky rocketed that day, and they thought the horrid times were over. However, many brawlers did not want to deal with this war on the losing side, and left, some went to roam, and some went to Dare City to join them.

Brawl Cities’ rebuttal was silent, sending unmarked soldiers to other cities for protection; Dare City could have never expected it. As their plans start to failed, they plan to make a base in the ruins of Brawl City. The Dare troops were in shock to find their secret soldiers were Brawl Citie's, they were slaughtered, but a few escaped, and warned their forces that the “Merc Militia” was really Brawl City.

Balto's plan had failed, he had no choice, he had one choice, one, desperete move, full on warfare.

Betrayal, Survival, Upheaval, Secrecy, and Discovery, even though the weapons, the fighters, and the reasons. The Twists, the turns, and the horrid casualties may change. War, war never changes.


if there are any errors I missed tell me, I am currently using wordpad and it doesn't have a spellcheck so I might have parts that make no sense due to spelling

[Deleted]

Nice story so far man.

One suggestion thoug, you don't seem to be putting enoygh backstory/details into it. This part has to answer some questions, like why did Markus wish to destroy Brawl? Besides that, it's is good so far.

I hope to see more like this in the near future.

[Kromax]

Yeah, I tried to explain the full story without like, summarizing a story that on it's own could be it's own book.

Better question, why wouldn't Marckus destroy Brawl, he's a bit of a dick.

[Gront]

Seemed rather rushed, and like Snakes said, you're missing an entire backstory. Also the story moves way too fast; you need some more details so that the reader can get their mind around what you're saying. This actually reads more like a pitch for the story than the story itself.

[Kromax]

Let me do a quick explanation of how this is gonna go down, between chapters, I am going to post a midchapter journel entry, it will most likely have revelence in the part of the story, sometime it may even be what a character is reading, so, without further wait...


Journal Entry 3

I'm alive, these sons of bitches, they've killed every armed man we got, I've lost track of how many I got to the Metro, thank goodness for those gates. I'm pinned down in Axis Road, seems pretty abandoned, I might be able to get citizens into the Axis Metro Station, but the trains are down, how the hell are they supposed to get to the central Metro?
Time? Damn, I lost track, I don't know if these fights lasted for weeks or days, doesn't matter, no back up is in sight, in the collaspe of the Arena... Dare you sons of bitches.
I'm down to uh... 3 kunais, half a sword, Gai...pants, if you don't count this ripped piece of shit I'm wearing as a shirt. I think there's a group coming though, I'm going out there, I pray this is not my last entry

-Yacazuma

[Kromax]

Forgot to mention, the new chapter will fastly follow the journel entry

Chapter 1
It Begins

The steel painted elevator crept down the shaft, the thick polish sheened from the strong light embeded into the top of the metal vertical moving chamber.

The strong man standing in the elevator dusted off his vest, his hand rubbing aganist the red emblem on his chest. He noticed his own reflection in the metal, he gave a quick stroke to the beard, and ran his hand though his red hair from his forehead to his short pony tail. His pale blue eyes somewhat created an endless chain of mirrors from the reflection off his his high hue corneas.

He knelt down to check the gun and knife straped to his left and right boot, along with these weapons, he had a 3 easily seen blades, two X-crossed blades mounted on his back, and one thick blade sheathed on the back of his belt. Along with the Knife on his right boot, he had one straped to his chest and two hanging tight on his shoulders.

He was locked in loaded as the elevator that started at ground level screeched stopped at the 30th floor underground. Most elevators stopped a few floors before, and then on the 25th to 30th there were stairs heading down, the 30th floor had elevators that reached the bottom levels, however, these stairwells were under lock and key, but the man had spent a few months now, researching every schematic, map, footnote or even the simpilist rumors that have some chance of being true about this huge underground headquarters. The work payed off when he found a hidden elevator outside the entry complex that saved him a good hour, ammo, and escaped a large ammount of fatigue

>...Contact...activating conmunnications...opening audio transfer signal between Snowcap (Location: HQ...Mission: Brawlist Special Ops HQ contact and technical assistant) with BSO operative Kromax Dendrin (Location: Enemy territory...Region:...Hades Pit...Mission: Enter Complex: Farreach HQ, reach bottom floor, enter vault, retrieve required data/items requested.)

A voiced pierced into Kromax's ear etching out of his earpiece, it seemed to be the man codenamed 'Snowcap' "Signals up, audio stable... alright Kro, were good to go, want me to give you control on Cutlass stasi?"

Kro replied with a strange smile, seeming harmless if the thing he asked for would end in many dead "Just wake him up, you know I hate fighting solo."

A nearly silent laugh was heard on Snowcap's end, right before the deathly ill *click* sounded as a silver blade the size of a decently long sword shot from Kro's wrist, it strangely surprised Kromax, although he had seen and experinced the blade seeming to shoot from his wrist, but really coming out of his bracers through a small opening in the top many times now, he always wanted to scare himself before hand, so the scare of a dead, sorrow-filled eye piercing open in the middle of the blade would be less of a thrill.

A sly smile appeared on Kro's face, and a moment later, a similer one appeared on the blade aswell. "Good to see you again, Cutlass, I trust you enjoyed your rest friend."

"That little capsule you call a bed for me is barely crawl space, even when I compress myself to a crude tightness." Cutlass gave the motions of spitting but only air with a slight tint of silver shot out.

Cutlass was a strange being, he was one of the beings the Void-Dwellers called "Living Swords" due to their favored shape and sentient state. Cutlass was compressed of pure Bio Metal, connected to a hilt-like handle that when referenced to Human Anatomy, is know as an external brain, since it's bodie's morphing would normally destroy a brain in the morphs, but the handle always stayed the same.

It seemed fitting Cutlass join Kro, he had served Snowcap for many years before the war and for the first few months they spent in the metro, Cutlass formed into a warm metal shelter for him, in exchange for feeding.

Kro always saw the two's relationship, Snowcap had found Cutlass washed ashore, he saw him a dangerous beast, and promptly attacked him, however, he simply consumed his blasts of power, simply calling it "A delicacy beyond his imagination." within the week he became very loyal to him in exchange for feeding, and it seemed that was always their deal, loyalty for food, however, he seemed to started befriending Kro when the 3 were placed into a group as the home and field agents for the militia. Soon the two trusted each other, and Cutlass even let himself become Kromax's second arm blade.

As Kromax returned to the mind of what was at hand, the thought of a second blade reminded him of his first, and he quickly shot that one out of his other wrist, to match the one on his left, just in time for the door to crack open and the two guards in the front, expecting to greet a high figure of authority, did not expect the two blades to slip into their necks, the guard on the left falling into insanity in his last moments as he saw the silvery usher of his death wink at him.

Not much resistance met Kro and Cut on this floor, mostly because the 25th through 29th floor were the normal gate of security to keep out intruders, and they were helpless to know that they were oblivious that their friends, the guards but a few floors below, were finding a sorrow end. They only killed a few more guards wandering the floor, not alerting any of them until they were to be dead.

The partners were somewhat disappointed, they geared up for a stealthy entrance, but were expecting a strong battle on their entrance, only to find guards felled within a second of the first strikes. They slipped into the final elevator, leaving the litered dead bodies on the ground for patrols to find.

"Five, we split the kill where we both stabbed, meaning my five and a half kills to your five and a half kills." Kro was counting up the dead bodies and who got which killing blow.

"Bah, we need to stop splitting kills, it's only going to balance our scores." Cutlass groaned as he slipped out of the wristblade again, this time in the form of a thin sheet so he may view, instead of blade form meant only for bloodlust.

>Audio link Incoming...

"Kro, we got problems." Snowcap had a strong tone of distress in his voice,

But that didn't stop Kromax from making a joking comment "Why can't you ever call to say 'good job Kro, mission success', I always have to call you on that account." Kro gave a short and quiet laugh before the lack of response made him grow illy silent.

"The 60th floor has a lot more troops than expected, ethier means we got bad intel, or the 30th floor was empty for a reason." Kromax felt stupid, he felt disappointed for the lack of sporting stealth kills, only to be repaid by a giant aprouching firefight with all those men.

"How big is the room? how strong are the walls?" Kro was intentive on these two details, while both Cutlass and Snowcap had no idea. He quickly responded "It's a pretty decent size, not too big, they may be up tight, but their front lines are litered with heavy armored troops, the walls...seem bullet proof and hard to break or burn, like most of this place."

Cutlass and Snowcap were deathly concerned on a plan, but Kro's idea was already in motion, he pulled a Rifle magazine from his ammo pocch behind his belted blade, just as the 50th floor was reached, he sat cross legged on the ground.

Quickly putting the magazine infront of him, Kro sat cross-legged, set his hand into a hovering, slowly circling his hand above the clip, it seemed an odd ritual, perhaps a pre battle meditation, or a attempt to try to train himself to load a gun without looking. But this was wrong,

The magizine started to turn red and sizzle.

The doors creeped open, and shooting out of the elevator, into a crowd of heavily armored trooped, flew a burning rectangle, it only skimmed a soldier, leaving a burn mark on his clothes. No one dare touch it, the doors still hung only partially open, and the frontlines stayed focus, but the back soldiers were more interested in the magazine. Kromax too, found interest, for he thought about it as he motioned with his hand counting down, 3...2...1...as he clasmped his hand closed, the magazined exploded in a storm of fiery bullets. Many soldiers were hit by the metal of the clip or the bullets themself, it disoriented many soldiers, but merely killed only few.

Kromax released the doors and bursted into the room, the swords normally mounted on his back were drawn and quickly landed into the chests of two soldiers. Two more were seen over there shoulders, but Kro easily dispatched them by leaving the blades inside the two and shooting his wristblades out for a fatal blow to their skulls, piercing through their bullet-proof face guards. The Wristblades retracted and Kro grabbed the swords from the two dead soldiers, not even fell to the ground yet. The blades ignited, and Cutlass, in the form of a bio-metal blob, shot out of his wrist and splashed into a soldiers head

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Cutlass oozed over the soldiers head, the metal stuck tight, the screaming soldier's cries sounded like quiet muffles, but they were quickly stopped when the blob hardened, and spun quickly, snapping his neck and taking him down quickly. The ooze liquidfied, and quickly slipped through a crack in the wall.

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Snowcap was horribly scared for his two partners, his earpiece could only hear the sounds of gunfire and dying men, his fingers trembled on his keyboard. This part of the job was what Snowcap always hated, he hated not only having to sit on the sidelines, but not even able to seen what was happening in the field.

He always asked Kromax to put some kind of video feed device on so he can get visuals. But Kro always denied, he joked with him, saying that Snowcap should come with him if he wants the action. It crossed his mind a lot, he was a great fighter Pre-War, he was in fact a brawler constantly fighting.

He had to be the computer guy, though, he was the best technical specilist his group had, Cutlass would be more likely to eat the computer, and Kromax was better suited as a Field Agent, since their group was usually on stealthy operations and Snowcap was more kill first then deal with the other troops he alerted a few moments later. Their 4th member shared same insight, but he was also a great pilot, and a Watchman along with Kro, giving them commanding rank in any brawler involed army branches, so it seems obvious they choose who stays.

He started searching for some kind of vital signs of Kromax, and sighed in relief when his vitals had only dropped slightly, most likely from fatigue. He minimized the program, and quickly popped open his normal programs for the mission

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Kromax was surrounded, and he knew it, for the pure fact it was happening, his own thoughts, and that one of the soldiers even called him on it. "YOU ARE SURROUNDED, ON YOUR KNEES, DROP YOUR SWORDS, NOW!" The noses of many armed guns pointed towards him, he stood frozen, with his back blades still in hand. "I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND ME, YOU. ARE. SURROUNDED."

Kromax grinned "Good, I can attack from all directions." The blades re-lit and Kromax started spinning on an axis, turning himself into a spiral of flame, they started firing, only a few bullets were vaporized by the heat, balls of fire started shooting out, but the soldiers not burned saw the spot where the fire shot out as a place to fire in, but only one shot skimmed Kro before Cutlass sank from the ceiling and formed a circuler chamber around Kro, sealing them out and the flame wheel in.

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Kro grinned as liquid metal seeped through the flames, quickly shapeing into a stick like body of medal, there was no head, just a bent, stick neck. no eye opened, but Kro knew his friend could easily speak and see in this form.

Kro released the blades, but his hands shot firey whips, circiling with the blades to keep them from stopping. "If you're trying to steal my kills I don't think it'll work."

Even with the soldiers shooting into Cutlass, he was able to make a groan-less response, "I just assumed you'd like to split some kills, I've been counting, so even if we split these, you win, deal?"

Kromax gave a silent answer with an evil grin, he pulled the swords to him, and started spinning at a much greater rate.

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The soldiers ceased fire, for their bullets were merely eatten by Cutlass' wall. The wall already started to turn reddish from heat, but in a few seconds it's hue changed from red tinted silver to a bubbling red. It started to erupt, the soldiers were at aim once again, but they were easily dropped to the ground as the fiery metal blew apart, many were killed by the heats, more by the sharp metal, and a few were hit by fiery blobs and slowly burned to death.

Kromax stepped into the room as Cutlass started to reform into a blob, and slipped into the wristblade. "Let's see, heh, beat ya by half a kill, good game." Kro sheathed his weapons and walked down the path to the vault, enjoying his gruesome victory.

At the end of the hall was a massive, steel locked door, for some normal soldier this gateway would be a great blockade, but for Kro and Cut, it was as easy to take down as a wooden door. Kromax grabbed a small explosive from his ammo pack and stuck it on the massive gate.

He quickly backed up and heated up the bomb, quickly blowing the door into the wall behind it instantly, crushing the tables in the way. The Scientist in the room jumped back in horror as the door hit into the wall, however, it was nothing compared to the man armed with a pistol aiming at his skull.

Quickly, Kromax pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, and read some aloud "Dr. Neara, Age 43, gender: male, physical strutuce: thin, frail, fast, creator of Dare Cities' energy leech device." Kro went from reading into pure statements, "Your little project has sent anything with tech in it powerless, I had a lot of pilot friends,they died from their choppers and planes not having their devices working from no power, died in a few minutes." The scientist shot despair in his eyes. "There down there in hell, just begging me to send you down." Kromax eyes stayed dull but with slight peaks of rage with in them. Neara started quickly in his fast and choppy voice "Wait, can explain, didn't want to work for Dare City, no choice, only reason I'm still producing is for survival, not payment." Neara was in a corner, the Vault may be somewhat large, but he was a very cowardly man, and nearly sprinted backwards to it.

The gun was ready to fire, and Kro's finger tightly locked in postion to poise his finger back. "I was told to recieve data and projects, use of deadly force allowed, that means you." He almost pulled the trigger before Neara interrupted his thought, "Wait! Do not understand implications, this employment is slavery, not partnership or paid works. Killing me would lose you the ability of technology for yourselves, could increase survival rate of you and Brawl City from 47.2 to 83.4 percent".

Kro seemed to have the thought cross his mind, he seemed a good man in heart, and having him work for BSO could increase their chances. Unfortunetly, Kromax was war-torn, he made rash decisions, although he did not make them on all occassions, ones that he could get away with it were the great moments of freedom in his life.

"I had a buddy, name was Jester, great pilot, always got me place to place in record time and only 1 casualty in his ship, that casualty was his own." Kromax walked up to Neara, aimed the gun a few inches from his face, and locked his deadly flaming eyes with this mans pale green. "You are responsible for thousands of deaths for a war you choose no side for."


"Unacceptable."


The bullet bursted from his gun and was quickly stopped by the wall after ripping through Neara's forehead and into his brain, a clean shot, Neara only moved slighty from the momentum of the speeding led and the slight fall into slumping into the wall.

Kromax quickly moved his foot upward and reholstered his gun, not paying much heed to his action, he was never a large fan of killing pre-war, but he had learned, and revenge was a good way to release rage that meaningless kills could never ease.

He scowered the tables, he found a few things, a flash drive, a couple of CDs, a journel, but what was most likely wanted, was a small rock, he was told that it was some sort of new metal, but they didn't confirm.

He hadn't the time to admire or look at it's intricate silver design, he quickly put it in a pocket in his jacket, along with the flash drive and CD, but he kept the Journel in his ammo pouch for him to read later.

Kromax collected himself and pressed a button on his earpiece, "Snowcap, ready for E-vac, how fast can you get Storm here?"

Snowcap felt relieved, finnally some response, "He is on the way, ETA 2 minutes...as long as you're sure there's no shield up..."

"Please, realize who your talking to, that thing was down way before I got in here." Kromax gave a quick chuckle, not even mentioning the dead man behind him.

Kromax turned back to the now lifeless Neara, he knelt down, and pushed him, just to make sure if this smart man was truly dead and not just a very low response vegatable. He pulled his glasses off, and with the blood dripping from the corpse's forehead, he wrote in the letters "KD" and pocketed the glasses "A fitting war trophy, for a clean kill."

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The elevator rides met him no challege, he was amazed that the patrols did not discover the dead, or that the guards downstairs sounded no alarm. Then again, they killed many down there, who knows how well guarded the floors were beforehand, they may have nearly all been down there.

The outside met Kromax well, the entrance served as a great escape as well. The thin green grass and lakeside looked lovely off the reflective sunlight and white skies, Hade's Pit was certainly not given it's name from it's terrain, it was one of the few places untouched by Dare's Industrial effects under their control, but it was still frequently used for their more inhuman projects or where they made devices to kill with.

His admiration ended when the frequent spinning of a chopper made the grass dance and the water to ripple, he turned around to see a helocopter landing behind him.

He was greeted by the hand of a dark black skinned man, his eyes were the only facial feature that was not ebony dark, but they were bright red, and was not a great subsitute for a dark black eye color.

"Good to see you Kro, we got orders from Grim, get on, she's never a fan when were late." His voice matched his look and clothes well, it was not high pitched and annoying, but serious with a tone of cheer. His clothes were similer to Kros, however, his was more torn, and he did not wear a jacket vest like Kromax, and Kromax's was more grey, and had his symbol, a circle with 4 identical triangle connected, their tips under the circle.

The rips in his clothes were strange, they weren't tears or rips, or the expected sword cut, but holes, in most places, with the exception of his right sleeve that was torn and ripped apart,
there was only holes.

Kro took his hand and pulled himself into the chopper, before the dark man went into the cockpit, Kro gave him a sly smile "Mission success, good job Shackles, and nice pick-up Sandy." Sandy turned back "It's just Storm now, and Shackles is Snowcap, just because you didn't want a codename, doesn't mean we want our names out their." Kro sat down, even buckled up and started to feel the chopper leaving the ground.

"Where we meeting? Grim doesn't seem to ever choose good locales." Kromax noticed he had entered a withered battlefield, the landscape familer to him.

Storm chuckled, "We are en-route to the Brawl City hellhole, brace yourselves, we may not keep this chopper's new paint job intact."

Brawl City, the words themselves, alone, sent a shiver down his spine, but the sorrow, and the memories of good times, times forever gone, almost brought a tear to his eye, but he recovered, and decided to pull out the Scientist's diary, and fell deep into the reading.

[Kromax]

Annnnd next journel time

Entry 1
Day 1
Hour 1

I'm back, it's hard to believe, new prison, new journel. I doubt that anyone wants to read this, this is more for the sake of my sanity. After that damn EMP bomb I built, they decided to ship me off, don't know why though, I only built one and gave them no blueprints.
Apparntly I'm suppose to build some sort of shield device, makes sense, their shields are weak, they need one that is the size of a hand so they can have good shields that are lightweight, atleast that's what they told me. The weaponry potential for shields are outstanding, I've heard of Brawl City trapping a Small strike force in one and detonated a bomb that could wipe out the entire area inside of the shields, they were safe, everyone inside were turned to vapor.
I best get to work, the sooner I finish the sooner I get the chance to find a way home, I miss Gearsprocket, I miss my lab inside the great tower, I miss it all.

-Dr. James D. Neara

[Kromax]

Holy lord of page rape, Since Windows 7 wordpad doesn't put this into pages, I don't know how big it is, so let's just say big.

Chapter 2
The Flight

Kromax's readings were interrupted by a sharp click and Sandstorm's voice buzzing in, "Hey Kro, we got some movement in the air, keep an eye out." Kromax got from his seat, and hung in the doorframe, pistol in hand.

His eyes bolted around, but he quickly became distracted as he glared at the war torn landscape below. It used to be a small town, farms, traders, so on, just bordering on Brawl City territory. After the war started, it quickly became a place hit hard by enemy assaults and missiles hit down short of the City outskirts.

He looked up just in time to see two rockets impacting, he hit the deck of the chopper, the rockets only gave a small explosion, and it barely destabilized it. Kromax shot back up, armed and loaded, he searched the area, but couldn't find the source of the missile, Sandstorm buzzed in, "Kro! You alright back there?" He knelt down and holstered his pistol. "I'm fine, they must have been fakes, just to give us some scares."

Kromax looked up, and saw that as the propeller turned, it looked smaller on one side, and each time it got smaller, and smaller, and then it came to him, he shouted "Metal eaters!" He smashed the cockpit door open. Sandstorm jumped back, "Kro, what's wrong?" Kromax started to mess with the helocopter's instruments, he quickly flipped on Auto pilot and turned around to grab the pilot parachute stored in the cockpit, and threw it onto Sandstorm.

"The missiles were metal eaters, this thing is going down." Kromax walked back and grabbed his own parachute, by the time he turned back Sandstorm had already grabbed his rifle and put his parachute on.

"What are you doing just standing there?! JUMP!" Kromax nearly pushed Sand storm out of the chopper, and quickly followed.

In freefall, the two talked though earpiece. "Kro, are you one sure those were metal eaters, I didn't see a problem." Kromax tried to rebuttal, but before he got a chance, he turned, to see that that chopper was doing barrel rolls and it was aimed at the two.

Kromax bulleted down to Sandstorm and grabbed him by the pack, he pointed back at the rolling chopper, and they both started to nose dive away. The chopper started to hit high velocity, and when the metal eater's residue hit the gas tank, it ignited like a fire ball. It started to fall faster.

The two couldn't move their direction, if they tried they would slow and be hit, but they had to try, they were nearing the ground. Kromax motioned for Sandstorm to follow him, they started to tilt to turn, but they slowed to much, the chopper caught up, it hit Kromaxs feet, and spun him to land in the side opening, Sandstorm hit in beforehand. They grasped the other side of the entrance and held tight, intaking the burns, knowing that letting go would fling them into the ground at terminal velocity.

They climbed inside, and huddled up, their extra weight stopping the barrel rolls, but it then started to spin like a wheel. The two barely made out a mountain range as they smashed into the side of it, they both slipped into sleep, only the sound of fire in their ears.

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The man saw the smoke from the downed chopper, and a grim smile appeared on his face, of course from afar no one could see under his metal hockey mask, with a voice box like mouth opening and red lens eye holes. His jeans ripped and his thin hoodie unzipped, revealing his bare chest.

He holstered his pistol, and put his finger on his earpiece, he spoke in with a voice somewhat muffled by the mask, "Two watchmen down with two metal eaters, this is just too easy boss." A voice shot back from the earpiece, "I don't think you've checked out the crash site, have you? Never, ever say a brawler is dead until you stand above their bodies, even more so for a watchman."

The masked man sighed, "Why do you ruin everything, I saw the two get hit by a flying metal fire ball 3 times their size.'

The earpiece screeched, "Elementell, just be happy we got you a goddamn chance in this war, your a brawler, you should fucking know if he is dead or not dead, Kromax is fireproof, and I bet teammates of his take precautions if their friends shoots fire out of their damn hands!"

Elementell gave the same response he gives everytime he feels the urge to stab his boss in the head with a rusty railroad spike, "Yes sir, I'll get right on that sir." He turned the earpiece off, not wanting to hear him anymore.

He pulled out his pistol, it seemed normal, but had a strange button on it, going where the safety usually goes, he pressed it, and then shot, but instead of a bullet, a wheel shot out, followed by handlebars, a motorcycle body, and yet another wheel, he had shot a motorcycle out of his gun.

He mounted it, and quickly road off the hillside into the open fields between him and the mountains, he had already shot a scimitar out of his gun.

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Kromax woke in a haze, he saw the blood seeping from his arm, he couldn't tell if it was hurt by feel, though, for every part of him hurt exactly the same. He lifted his head up to see his surroundings, he was in a metal coffin, sealed in all directions, and Sandstorm was buried with him.

He nudged him with his foot, and one of his red eyes cracked open, "Man Kro, I'm trying to sleep here." His humour was always a great mechanism to cope with pain, but the cut on his arm still burned like a fire for him.

"Come on, get this wall open." Kromax helped Sandstorm up, and Kro backed up, Sandstorm aimed his cut arm at the metal wall, his arm started to become yellowish, and in almost an instant, his arm widened, his skin turned to bone, and it shot out in a sharp edge, it bursted the wall open, and his armed changed back to normal, he climbed out, and pulled Kromax with him. "You seriously need to do that more."

The chopper intook most of the blow, but the two were still hurt badly, and a few bones were fractured. However, the two were tough, a few injuries wern't gonna take them down. "I think we lost more than a paintjob." Kromax smirked.

Sandstorm coughed up some dust, "Wake Cutlass up, I'll call Snowcap for pickup."

Cutlass shot out and formed the headless stick figure form, Sandstorm walked off from the two to talk to Snowcap in silence. "Great pilot skills there Kro." Cutlass spit out in a rude tone.

Kromax took the insult and quickly rebuttaled, "Of course, blame the guy not flying the chopper." he said sarcasticly. Kromax grabbed a small syringe out of his ammo pack, he started to wonder why he even called it an ammo pack, it only held a few magazines, a clip, and the rest being the journel and other smalls things he kept for the mission.

He injected a quarter of the liquid in the syringe into his arm, close to where he had the most damage. His wound started to heal slightly, but then skin caked over, covering his wound, he could feel the few fractures and minor cuts start to fade away.

After that, the two stood in silence, listening to the few words they heard from Sandstorms end of the mic. "No choppers in the area for a pick-up, they couldn't even find where the rockets came from, they did see someone in motion on motorbike, but no way he could have something to propell rockets there." Sandstorm had must had injected himself with the same liquid, for his cuts were also gone.

The medicine they both carried was one of Brawl's few remaining constant supplies, true, it was sparse, and had problems, if used too much the body won't even heal, at one point you'd just be soft new skin covering wrecked flesh and bone, and if you become addicted, withdrawl would be deadly.

Sandstorm started off towards their original route, he started into a sprint, not even noticing the wait in his companions, but Cutlass quicky turned to a small dagger and once again retracted into the arm blade.

The two, even with Kromax lugged down by his equipment, were fast sprinters, Brawlers had the endurance and the will of 3 men, when one of the fastest civilians could run at half their speed for an hour, and need the same time of rest or more, a Brawler could run nearly a day straight and only need half a day of rest.

Of course the aching of the crash, the one thing the medicine never cured, did hamper them, and if they were in a battlefield this dedicated sprint could hold, but the act of dodging and returning fire would cut the speed and half and increase the fatigue.

The two stayed vigilent, but then, they started to hear it, the slight buzz, ever so annoying, and never ending, it seemed to get louder and louder, and then Kromax broke his vision to look to his side, he saw in the open field, the man riding the motorcycle, only a few seconds from where he was going to stand.

He dived through the air, and as the bike passed he tackled the rider to the ground. he went straight for a punch to the face, knowing that he was no friend towards Brawl, and he recognized the mask, he knew this man, and loathed him with a passion.

Elementell spun his sword up in a drunken fashion, cutting Kro's knuckle, but plunging the blade into his mask, and the momentum cracked an upper corner of the mask. The fighting style was one of the many things Kro hated of him, Elementell was no great friend pre-war, and when he decided to join Dare and their campaign, he lost all respect for the man. His quick counter to the sneak attack also lowered his expections of challege, he looked up, and saw that Sandstorm had not noticed that Elementell intervened, he almost called out, but realized he wanted him to his own judgement. "Nice way to say hello Kromax." Elementell never really felt nice emotions unless if he meant it sarcasticly.

Kromax hand ignited and stopped before Elementell's face, searing some skin that was revealed by breaking the mask. "I should have known, what in this damn world shoots missiles that isn't a missile launcher?"

Kromax nearly pushed his hand into Elementell's head, but he refrained, and his hand went out, he choked Elementell, and ripped the remains of his mask off, "If I see you anywhere, or even hear your name again, you will die, I recommend hiding underground, it's your best bet for survival." Kromax grabbed Elementell's gun, burned the mask, and threw it backwards, he hopped on the motorcycle, dropping Elementell down, back to the ground and tried to catch up with Sandstorm.

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Elementell laid there, the dirty black hair, long and wild, ran acrossed his face, he saw his burning mask, but dare not even try to put the flame out. The mask would only give his identity away at this point, he pulled himself up, and drudged away from Brawl City, he rip his earpiece out, not wanting to listen to his boss anymore, he joined Dare City for one reason, to kill, without his gun and having being bested by someone he thought that he had the upper hand upon put him into a deep sadness.
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Kromax saw Brawl Cities' gate in the distance, he felt no relief, however, he quickly saw soldiers being pounded in the distance. He felt sad for not helping them, he had no choice, he
was already late and lost a chopper. Grim was no patient woman.

He was greeted by the gate by nothing but a machine, he entered the code, and the automatic door shot open, he guessed Sandstorm had already entered, and he was behind, he parked the motorcycle aganist the gate.

He choose the most 'beautiful' place of the city to enter, it was a straight path, and many buildings still stood, but the momument in the middle of the city, the great tower of Brawl, stood proudly, barely a scratch upon it.

He quickly headed for the behemoth tower, and ran through the doorless frame that allowed entrance into the building, and went into the back elevator, he hit the top button, 126, and awaited the drag that the ride was.

He thought, he always thought, of course, not mindlessly, he thought about his every action, but for the first time in awhile, he reflected, he thought of Neara, the man he shot in rage, it was a blessing in disguise, he first thought, but then he realized that he could have been a blessing before his eyes, and he just cut through to the shitpool behind it.

He thought of the men he has killed, the losses he had felt, and then he thought of Elementell, and he felt nothing, he at first felt something, but that was fear, fear that the lack of emotion for him was his soul dying, and if it was, why did he let him live.

These thoughts puzzled him, but were halted when he realized in this, deep, deep thought, he had scaled 125 floors, and the door dinged open. He walked into the room, it's tinted skylight allowing the light to fade in, giving the circular room some natural light, the table, lined with 6 chairs, 5 of which occupied, stood in the small indent in the rooms floor, their eyes looked up at them, and in an instant he recognized them, in a clockwise order around the circle table, Sandstorm, his own, empty seat, Gunsmith, the blueskinned, pupiless engima, mirroring Sandstorm around the table

On the opposite side, sat the three, the true heads of the watchmen, Mcjesus, the Afroed, halo man, his Austrailion styled red hunting jacket, rugged and sleeveless, covered his white tanktop. He wore two biker gloves, and leather sneakers, he quickly gave a look to Grim, the woman wore a green, metal tophat, shorter than what she use to wear, her green sash covering her worn shirt, her plaid kilt she normally worn was gone, she worn green jeans, and hard sneakers.

In the final seat, sat the ruler of them all, the Administrator of Brawl itself, Balto, the Wolfman, he came from the shadows of the room, and stood tall, "Kromax, nice of you to join us." His somewhat graying brown fur covered every inch of his body, his blue jeans and thin jacket were the only clothes he wore.
"Sit." Balto said sternly.

"I'm sorry I'm late, I"

"Sit."

Kromax saved himself further embarassment and took his seat, waiting for Balto to continue. "Now...after some new intel, we've seen an increase of Dare Brawlers and soldiers in the areas around The Cavern and in the tunnels inside them. Now, from this we have concluded that an attack on Cavern's Edge, and most likely leading into an attack on Gearsprocket, that thing is a giant bridge for us, an airbase, and an easy passage across the Cavern on foot, if they take it, were doomed." Upon the circle table, appear a hologram, a 3D model of Cavern's edge and the nearby Gearsprocket.

Cavern's Edge was half of the moutain that was on the faultline where the Cavern opened, The Cavern, lesserly known by it's offical Name, Brawl's Chasmic Faultline, was a giant hundred of mile long opening in the ground, nearly reaching the deep outer layers of the planet's core.

Half of the mountain crumbled when it split open, and half of it become more of a giant cliffside, and it overlooked another marvel of the landmark, Gearsprocket. It was an extremely advanced town, ruled by the most mechanicly inclined members of Brawl City, they broke off from the city after a dispute of the committee who ruled pleaded for a renovation of the city and have it enter an indutrial revolution, of course The Watchmen didn't want to have people put labor into it, for it would take years due to the citie's size and the required work for their mechinary.

They decided to build their own city, completely neutral, and to prove it, built it hanging in the middle of the cavern, which, at that point of it, was right in the middle of the planet.

"So, I recommend not taking any chances, if we put all our forces right in the middle settlements of the cliff, they'll build up, and they'll have no choice but to fight or die."

Balto kept going on, but Sandstorm intervened, "Hold on now, you really think if they don't see a Gearsprocket un-guarded, they won't go after it, they could easily ignore the cliffside, and head straight for the foward."

Kromax built upon his concept, "Snipers would be useful, not too many, but atleast enough to see them from where ever we hide them, so we can determain the attack, we could split the forces in two, some in Gearsprocket, the rest on the cliff, if they go for the cliff, we'll send the rest up in choppers, if they go straight, we can parachute off the cliffside and flank them."

"A double headed spear, the handle only the size of a thumb." Balto's analogy was true, they had a chance.

"You all rally the troops, tell them to meet in the base near Gearsprocket, I'll assign you all your soldiers." Balto left his seat, and pressed a button on the wall in the back of the room, the tint in the skylight disappeared, and a computeristic voice chimed, "Meeting. Ajourned."