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faultylogic
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Eventful Non-event May 11, 2010 22:59:52 GMT -5

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Post by faultylogic on May 11, 2010 22:59:52 GMT -5

She saw the punch coming, but there was little she could about it. She shifted to the right and in what felt like an eternity, she saw it lurch forward little by little, until finally, contact. The metals screeched in horror as the metallic fist missed its target and instead, left a very nasty scar. However, despite there being contact, if it's not a killing blow, it might as well be a miss. A shift into forward momentum, arms opening wide and another contact. This time, the defender became the aggressor and lifted the other mobile suit with a massive bear hug before slamming it hard onto the ground. Impact, shock, then silence. With that, the battle is over and the victor was declared. Amidst the roar of the crowd, the still standing petite mobile suit made its way back to its designated area. The cockpit finally opened up and the pilot leaped out.

"Hell, that was nothing like actual hand to hand combat." Roslyn yelled out.

Gwen, after directing the mechanics to do a quick patch up on the damages, responded to Roslyn. "No one said it was. It's a machine, Roslyn. The thing is not meant to move as fluid as a human being."

"Two arms, two hands, two legs, a torso, and a head. What's the point of making it looking like a human and have it function like crap." She would've loved to vent some more, but times a wasting, and she got to her point. "So, did you find any information on her?"

Gwen sighed and shook her head. "Sorry, but it's hard to find any reliable information in this hellhole."

"She's here." A voice cut out from behind them. The two turned their head and were shocked to see Mao standing there.

"Should've known it was you when I heard that cat meowing back in the city."

"Oh, don't be like that, Rosy. It's hard to not get curious when I see you sneaking around like that." She looked at Roslyn with wide innocent eyes. "And aren't you a bit curious to know what I found out?"

Roslyn sighs in resignation. It was really hard to stay mad at her. "Alright, fine. You can stay. Just... tell me everything, alright?"

"Anything for you, Rosy." She replied with a mischievous smile on her face. "First off, those men back at the city weren't lying. They had tricked her into signing a contact that forced her to fight in these underground mobile suits fights. She managed to win most of her fight, and even now, she is still active and has not left their services. I could find out more, but I wanted to see you in action."

Roslyn sighed in relief. "Good, then it wasn't a mistake signing up this tournament."

Gwen nearly choked up from surprise. "Mistake?! You paid alot of credits for the entry fee, and from what I know, you're not even trying to win! You're just paid them our hard earn money just to get in for the chance of gathering information."

"It's only money, Gwen. We can always earn it back somehow. But it's her, Gwen. I owe her that much to do whatever I can to bring her back home."

"Oh? Is that all you're doing it for?" Mao mused. Her eyes suddenly has a weird look to them. "You're not playing for the other team, are you now, Rosy?"

"What? NO! How cou-"

"I'm just joking. In fact, I'm somehow jealous of how you can be devoted to her. Anyway, best not to keep your fans waiting. You're up again."

Gwen snapped her head toward the nearest terminal. "What? So soon?"

"It's fine, Gwen. This is what I get for signing up for the tournament with the cheapest entry fee. A new match every five minutes." She was about to climb back into her cockpit before Gwen intercepted her.

"If the battles do get a bit out of hand, you know you can always use 'that'." A quick nod later, Roslyn was back into the cockpit and she moved her petite mobile suit into the center of the arena for her next match. Yet another meaningless event to the crowd, but perhaps the most eventful battle in her life.

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Eventful Non-event May 12, 2010 22:53:37 GMT -5

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Post by faultylogic on May 12, 2010 22:53:37 GMT -5

God. She sidestepped to the left.

Damn. Her right arm went up to guard.

It. Her left arm clasped her right arm, reinforcing it.

All. The moment her left foot touch ground, she dug in hard.

To. She waited.

HELL! Impact! As Roslyn and her petite mobile suit was knocked hard to the side as the kick connected. She skidded along the ground and before she could exhale the breath she's been holding all this time, the other mobile suit charged again.

With her foot fully dug in, she stepped off hard and countered with a heavy flying knee. Or at least it would've been if the mobile suit reacted fast enough. Knowing the limitation of her suit, she decided to risk it and maneuvered her suit's arm into an open palm defensive stance. The other mobile pulled back its arm, readying for a heavy cross. Factor in its forward momentum from charging and it's probably over for Roslyn if it connects.

Except it won't. With that last thought and a cocky half-grin, the moment the other mobile suit let loose its punch, Roslyn flicked her controls and her mobile suit grabbed the other suit's arm. Using its own momentum against it, she turned, pulled and flipped her opponent over her shoulder. Or at least it would've been, if her suit isn't the biggest piece of crap to walk on two legs since the dawn of time. Her mobile suit strained to pull the other mobile suit, but it was useless. Stupid thing just wasn't meant for close quarter combat. Instead, she opted for a less flashy tactic and simply brought down her other arm and elbowed the suit instead. But it was too late, the other mobile suit gave a big shove with its own free hand and they were knocked out of grappling range.

Roslyn's mobile suit stumbled its first step. "To."

It took another step, but she was definitely slowing down. "Hell."

She pulled back on her controls and her suit began to right itself. "With."

She pivoted her suit and faced her opponent once again. "THIS!"

Roslyn was getting angry. It hasn't been a minute since she entered the arena and Gwen said she was allowed to use her Newtype powers. But as much as she would want to, the other mobile suit was too much. It had no sense of tactics, all it did was simply attack over and over again, like a raging berserker. She could barely defend herself, much less trying to concentrate. So, she decided that she wasn't even going to try. She has no idea why, but she just want to beat up the other suit as hard as possible. With that, she forgo all form of strategy and slammed into her controls. Her mobile suit started charging toward the other suit, and in response, it charged back.

The sound of metal pounding onto the ground echoed into her cockpit while the cockpit itself was shaking furiously. She gripped her controls even tighter as she braced herself. The other suit began to pull back its right arm, readying an attack. Roslyn, on the hand, pushed her controls even harder and force her suit to go faster. The other suit, probably realizing what she was trying to do, tried to slow down and bought both arms up, readying a hay-maker. But it was too late, there was too much forward momentum as Roslyn's suit dove headfirst into the other suit, spearing it hard. The machines collided and Roslyn felt the vibration throughout the cockpit. Then, she felt a giant impact emulating from the top and back of her suit. The hay-maker finally connected but its power drastically cut. Then finally, Roslyn felt the third impact from in front of her. They finally hit the ground as Roslyn wanted to. Still gripping her controls, she hooked her mobile suit's arm under the other suit's shoulder and grappled it while mounting it. With the suits tangled up, Roslyn undid her safety belt, hit the emergency cockpit release and felt the stale and warm wind ripped past her as she fell several feet down. She landed right on top of the other mobile suit and abandoning all caution, she slammed against the cockpit.

"Open up, you miserable piece of shit. Get out here and get your complimentary ass raping."

She felt a hiss, and soon, the other cockpit began to open up. She heard a blood-curling scream and Roslyn screamed back, pulling back her arm. The cockpit finally opened up and Roslyn, still screaming, started to move her first forward. Then, the screaming stopped and Roslyn and her opponent stared at each other.

"Maria?!?!"

Before Roslyn could get another word in, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye and realize Maria had readied her own punch and decided to strike first. Roslyn, realizing it was too late for her to pull her arm back for a second punch and lack the power in its first punch since she stopped it in mid-flight, simply thought to herself. "Shit!" So, she switched to plan B.

She opted to move her head forward and headbutted Maria. Unstoppable force finally met unmovable object. Unfortunately, Roslyn blacked out before she could see the results.

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Eventful Non-event May 13, 2010 23:06:50 GMT -5

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Post by faultylogic on May 13, 2010 23:06:50 GMT -5

"What do you mean you can't sell her off to me?"

"Did I stutter somewhere back there?" The man sitting in the chair replied, "You heard me, she has a contract with me and I can't sell her off while the contact is still active."

Roslyn stared incredulously at the man that currently owns Maria. "You're part-owner of an illegal underground fight club and you're talking about the legality of a contract? What kind of mob boss are you? "

"A smart one. And I have no idea what you mean by illegal fight club. For all intents and purposes, this is a repair facility where we vigorously test our handiwork. Of course, we sometimes get a bit out of hand with our testing..." He continues to smile as he flourishes the contract in his hand. "And our dear Maria, is a very good test pilot." He looks over to his right, where Maria is standing, who nodded without any expression on her face. "So forgive me if I say I can't sell her over like a commodity as you suggested."

Roslyn clenched her fists, and if not for Gwen holding her back, she would've leaped toward the cocky man and tore a chunk of his throat with her teeth.

Gwen took this as a sign to intervene on her behalf, "We're civil people, I'm sure we can find someway of transferring the remainder of the terms of her employment to us. If it's a matter of compensation, we can..."

"Oh no, no, no," said the man as he put his hands up. "That's never the case, while I value her services, it's not me that's keeping her here. She choose to stay here, isn't that right?" Maria simply nodded again.

Frustrated, Roslyn walked up to Maria and gripped her by the shoulder. "Look me in the eye and tell me directly, is this what you want? To stay here and be used by this person?"

Maria stared right back at Roslyn, glaring at her. "Yes, and? At least he gave me a home when no one else did. At least he'll watch over me even if it's because of a piece of paper. At least he'll won't simply disappear and leave me all alone like everyone did."

Roslyn was taken back, she had expected this, but imaging it in her mind and actually listening to it are two very different things. Yet...

"Don't worry, you're not alone anymore. I'll take you home." She looked at the man sitting comfortably in his chair. "One way or another."

"Is that a threat, Mrs. O'Hara? Because if it is, I might have to call the police."

"You really need to lighten up. She obviously meant she is willing to negotiate." said an unknown voice. The man leaned over to the right a bit and finally saw the previously unseen asian female in the corner of the room.

"Hm.. I must say, I am intrigued by how you run your ship, Mrs. O'Hara. The only two people you bring with you are female, and quite the beauties too." He begins tapping his fingers and a strange smile spread across his face. "Heh, I'll tell you what. I'm a fair man, and it sounds like she means alot to you. So, I'll give you a completely fair and honest chance at getting her back."

Eying him warily, Roslyn asks, "What kind of chance?"

Still with the weird smile on his face, he explains, "Why, a game of chance, of course. Gambling is allowed in this place, so I'll wager her contact, in exchange for your ship and services of your crew, including yours, of course."

Gwen cried out, "That's absurd. We're merchants, not gamblers. Don't listen to him, we'll find another way."

"Yeah, Rosy. I'm getting bored of this place already. Too much blood and violence for me. We'll decide how to get your friend out when we get out of this place." Mao whined.

"Just shut up already! I'm the captain and I'll decide what to do." She looks at the man and nervously asks, "What kind of game of chance are we talking about here?"

"Why, it's simple really." He pulls out a pack of cards. "A game of poker against me. We all start out with the same amount, whomever has all the chips at the end, wins everything. Oh right..." He pulls out a chip. "This is a chip in case you were wondering. And I'll give you a brief rundown of the rules before we begin, of course."

Roslyn bit down on lower lip and hisses out, "This isn't fair at all."

"Oh, but it is. In fact, I'll even give you a handicap. You can even get your two friends to join you. Let's be realistic here, this is the best chance you have at getting her back. You have little choice but to accept."

"Damn. I hate to admit this..." Roslyn turned her back toward him, facing her two companions "I have no choice but to accept. Sorry for dragging you two into this."

Gwen turned her back as well and stood next to her. "We're friends. We're in this together."

Mao stood in front and facing the two. "I don't like this, but we don't have a choice in the matter. Maybe we'll get lucky somehow."

Between the three of them, it's hard to tell who has the biggest shit-eating grin on their face.

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Post by faultylogic on May 11, 2010 22:59:52 GMT -5

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