Description: Heidern's gone mad! In a frothing rage, the Ikari Commander has killed off all his troops! Now it's up to Maxima, proud Candian hero and all around good guy, to stop his insane rampage! Can Maxima withstand the fury of Heidern's optic blast?! Why can't Maxima's player ever come up with a log description that's actually about the scene?! ARE YOU READING THIS?! Find out the answers to all these questions, not within here!!
"Man," Maxima noted absently as he wiped some stray mud from his forehead,
"I -do not- like the jungle."
It had been a good twenty-four hours since Maxima had made landing in the densely populated city of Brasilia, having taken a different flight from his SNF 'bout than the one that -should- have taken him 'home,' such as it was. The trip had been long and tiring, and the Canadian had savored the chance to take a nap after having been severely beaten upon by books and prismatic chi. Thus it was that the entire trip to Brazil was spent snoring so loudly that Maxima had left his elderly seatmate terrified for her life every time he opened his gaping maw. He left the plane feeling content, stretching out and decked in a bright neon pink hawaiian shirt, a pair of atrociously bright orange swim trunks, and a straw hat. He was set for the season.
If only the rest of the trip could have been as glorious as his arrival.
Maxima had spent the better half of the day relentlessly searching for information he had already garnered bits and pieces of on the mercenary organization known as the Ikari. Contacts were met, information was divulged, and drinks were had, and by the end of the evening Maxima found that someone had managed to steal his wallet when he wasn't looking. Without money to pay for any further drinks, and with what meager information he had from those he could find, the Canadian took this information -- and those provided in the databanks NESTS had outfitted him with -- and set out to find the local Ikari base he had gleaned -- or more importantly, had HOPED -- was here.
The entire process took him nearly ten hours. Ten hours of maneuvering through thick, far-too humid for the season jungle. Having to deal with all variety of insects, thick brush impeding his progress, and jungle-tree roots tripping him up, by the time that Maxima made it to where he wanted to be, his face was covered in mud other things best not described, his leather bodysuit liberally splotched with dried up dirt and earth, and his sideburns drooped with the relentless humidity. Needless to say, he was displeased.
Things haven't changed much since then.
The only thing that's different? The fact that he finally finds himself in front of a diminutive army base with no flags of allegiance beyond the jungle clearing. Nighttime has descended, and for once in his trek, Maxima looks relieved. "Finally, no more bugs--" Bzzz. SWAT. "Guh."
Maneuvering throughout the dense clearing, the former NESTS agent began to make his way towards the base itself. With stealth belying a man so massive, he moves to one of the outlying buildings, maneuvering past Ikari troops as quietly as possible. He doesn't try to go far; at the nearest building with the least amount of security, he'll slip in. All he needs is a single terminal. A single terminal which the Canadian now moves to, flipping on with practiced ease. He doesn't directly use the system itself. Instead? His -mind- starts to do the work for him, uplinking to the terminal and beginning to rapidly sift through whatever information he can find; it's something that will likely raise warning to anyone within the main complex. Someone attempting to hack their system and maneuver through Ikari files. Specifically? Files related to the organization known as NESTS. It's a dangerous mission, Maxima knows, and the odds of them catching him is simply an inevitability. It's why he's here alone.
Maybe they'll listen to reason after they catch him hacking their system.
From the moment Maxima tread on Ikari property, he has been watched.
The Ikari are not entirely ruthless people; however, if there is one thing that they, and their commander especially, do not like, it's when unwanted visitors sneak onto their private property. It's a rare occurrence, really; the base is in the middle of practically nowhere in unforgiving jungles, and few people can successfully sneak onto the grounds without repercussion.
It becomes not a matter of "will" or "will not," but "when" you'll get caught.
Without disruption, the bulky former NESTS operative makes his entry onto the grounds and slips by unnoticed. At night the patrols crawl all over, making their rounds according to protocol and keeping a sharp eye on the look out. Despite his size and considerable bulk, it would appear Maxima is more ninja than massive cyborg. He enters the lonely complex with relative ease.
From the moment he finds the terminal he needs, the cyborg begins the process of synching with the internal database, perusing the files present with leisure. But such is not as easy a task as one may surmise. The files and databases are thoroughly and rigorously encrypted, their information super-sensitive. This is not meant to be an easy task for anyone, inhuman or otherwise.
More importantly, it buys time. Not for the invaders, but for the Ikari. It's only a matter of time before intruders will be caught and dealt with.
*ka-click*
"Cease and desist at once," a cold male voice commands. There is a weapon against the back of Maxima's head.
"Do so, or I will disassemble you with the pull of a trigger." The voice pauses, a pregnant silence between the intruder and his newfound captor.
"Now."
Not meant to be an easy task. But even for that, the rate at which Maxima begins working through the encryptions could be considered a little worrisome. Especially if one considers he's not actually touching the terminal at all. The cyborg's mind begins working through security protocols, a process which takes the bulk of his attention. It makes him a sitting duck; he doesn't even notice that there might be others sneaking upon him -already-.
Of course, this all changes with the feeling of the cold metal of a barrel against his head.
*click*
"... Jeez," he mulls as he comes to a dead pause. Silence fills the air.
"You guys are a lot faster than I would've thought."
The voice of the man behind him, though, does not seem to be up for chitchat. The Canadian could have discerned this by the gun-barrel -pointed at his skull-, of course, but the voice is itself is worthy of note as well. Cold. Imposing. -Commanding-. It's not just some random footsoldier, is it? In response, the former NESTS agent lifts his massive, gloved hands into the air. Yet, Maxima's captor might note, despite the large man's hands in the air... the terminal is still running through the Ikari's encryptions.
"Sorry," he apologizes in a genuine tone, "but you got here a bit too early. I'm afraid I can't stop yet."
And then, with speed belying the rogue agent's size, he seeks to spin around just as suddenly to take a grip of the hand pointing a gun at him, if only to -wrest- it to the side and knock the weapon through the air. Not really a threat, but it might warn others if a shot was fired. Fortunately enough, all of this action takes up too much of Maxima's concentration; the terminal's activity comes to a dead stop the moment that he rips towards his assailant. Dark brown eyes look, to see who it might be--?!
"If you could just wait for a second though, that'd be great."
Like that'll happen.
He can't stop yet?
"I don't think you heard me clearly enough," the man behind the cyborg replies, his words cold and sharp, like the tip of a dagger. "I said you will cease and desist at once." The barrel of the gun nudges the back of Maxima's head for a bit of encouragement.
"I do not like wasting my time," he warns, lacking mercy. "You do not want to waste my time. You will not like the consequences one bit. Do I make myself clear?"
A glance is spared from the back of Maxima's head to the terminal, then back onto his head once more. A single eye narrows. The other is gone, hidden well beneath a solitary black eye patch stretched across his weathered features. A spy, he surmises.
He does not like intruders.
When the bulky cyborg whips around, the man at its command does not move out of the way; in fact, he simply allows the weapon to fly free from his grasp and clatter noisily against the concrete floor. Dry lips pull into the faintest of frowns, which consists of little more than a slight twitch and miniscule droop of his lip at one corner of his mouth.
Then, slowly, a solitary blue eye fixes on Maxima.
Wait for a second?
"Negative," he replies, a step taken back. From his sides, long, lanky arms suddenly jerk in an upwards arc, a swath of savage blue and white energy cut. The chi sails forward, an x-shaped burst intent otherwise cutting THROUGH Maxima and reaching the terminal behind him. One loss is better than a loss of sensitive information, the commander surmises in the span of mere seconds.
COMBATSYS: Heidern has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Maxima has joined the fight here.
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Maxima 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Heidern
COMBATSYS: Maxima endures Heidern's Cross Cutter.
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Maxima 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Heidern
Maxima turns. He rips his hand forward, and with but a fraction of his strength, knocks that weapon to the side -- restraining himself deliberately so as not to harm -whoever- this may be. It's only when he fully turns and gets a good look at the man that he realizes... he doesn't have to worry about hurting this person. And the gun probably wasn't even necessary.
"Commander Heidern," he manages. There is a long pause of awkward silence after this point.
"Ah, crap."
-THOOM-.
Maxima picks up through sensors and data readouts what he can clearly see and assess for himself as a GIANT MASS OF PAIN heading his way. The readouts really just help reaffirm this fact, which really is not what Maxima needs at this point. Blue and white chi sear through the air with intense heat that ripples the already humid air around it. The bubbling cross of chi barrels forward, and what does the Canadian do?
"... Well, I guess I don't really have a choice, huh? Sorry..."
He barrels -forward-. That gout of chifire rends through his body as he just rams himself through it like a paintrain. It burns at his torso as he performs the act, helpfully searing off mud from his suit and skin.
The remnants soar past him, crashing into the terminal... and though it is a meager amount, the power is still more than enough to rend the databank in a brutal ripping explosion. Distantly, Maxima winces at this exact moment as he is brutally ripped from the mainframe. Not good. But he's still moving forward with a single purpose: to just RAM his knee into Heidern's midsection with utmost brutality seeking to just bury it into the commander and steal the breath from him.
"... but I can't go easy on you."
Because he'll probably get killed if he doesn't.
COMBATSYS: Heidern endures Maxima's Light Kick.
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Maxima 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Heidern
Likely, the gun was for show. But whatever its true purpose, it is forgotten the moment it flies free from his hand and hits the floor. It's not as if the leader of the Ikari Warriors NEEDS to rely on weapons. Not when he has his talents as a fighter. Though he may not be as fearsome as some, he has prowess nonetheless.
"Maxima." He knows this man's name. It isn't as if the cyborg keeps out of the spotlight.
Without further word, the soldier cuts his arms through the air, a burst of chi aimed for his perceived threat. And, rather than simply dodge or shield himself from the incoming attack, the mysterious cyborg charges THROUGH it. Behind him, the terminal fizzles and cracks, electricity popping as the computer is destroyed.
Good.
Now to deal with the intruder. Instantly, that solitary blue eye swivels back onto the cyborg, hooding dangerously as he comes charging forth. The kick is aimed for his abdomen, but the Ikari does not get out of the way; instead, the kick lands, drawing the faintest of grunts from the old soldier.
Then he lashes out with both hands, intent on grabbing the hulking man by the front of his outfit. A leg sweeps out at the same time, intent on taking his legs out from underneath him as the Ikari shoves forward, to drive Maxima harshly toward the floor of the complex.
COMBATSYS: Heidern successfully hits Maxima with Medium Throw.
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Maxima 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Heidern
The name 'Maxima' is hardly unknown. Just WHAT he is, though, is something of a mystery -- likely even to people as well-informed as the Ikari Commander. It's not like NESTS was an organization known for having loose lips, after all. And Maxima has a vested interest in -not- revealing just who he is.
He doesn't need people pulling him apart, after all. Especially creepy old men with one eye.
Heidern accepts the blow to the gut, though, which puts Maxima in a somewhat -poor- position to deal with what comes next. The Ikari seeks a grip against the leather of Maxima's attire, and he is far, far too slow to put up any semblence of a defense. Gripped, his legs are taken out from under him, and the entire mass of the cyborg hits the ground with a shuddering thud.
The impact is far more violent than it should be for a man of his height and build, yet... he doesn't intend to give Heidern any time to think about it. "Nng... Believe it or not," he starts out with a grunt of pain, attempting to grip -Heidern- by the front of his outfit, "... I'm not actually a badguy." If the grip is successful, Maxima will flip Heidern -backwards- through the air, to let him land back-first against the earth. Keeping his grip, the cyborg pushes his feet off the ground in a sudden and unusual flip for someone of his size, flinging backwards through the air to land above Heidern. His hands still gripping firm, he twists -backwards-, seeking to rip Heidern UP and over to just SLAM him into the ground in a sudden and brutal suplex. "HMPH!!"
COMBATSYS: Heidern blocks Maxima's Dangerous Arch.
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Maxima 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Heidern
Sent crashing quite painfully into the ground at his feet, the commander sports the tiniest hints of a smirk as he drives the poor cyborg into the ground of the abandoned complex. There's more force behind his fall that there ought be, he briefly considers. But there's precious little time to dwell on such thoughts.
He's not a bad guy, says the NESTS cyborg. This draws the tiniest of smirks to the man's lips once again. "You're invading my home," he begins, as those hands lash out and grab him. "You've come in and started prying into our personal belongings." He lets that solitary blue eye narrow sharply.
He's flipped, and that eye shoots up and glares at the cyborg. Another smirk, as he shoots his hands out. The soldier twists his body sharply, avoiding that steely grip as he attempts to rip the old man up. He lands, tumbling harshly thrice before he handsprings and lands on his feet with a soft scowl.
Absently, a gloved hand dusts at his lapel. "And you expect me to believe otherwise?"
Instantly the soldier pivots on the thick soles of his boot, a leg coiled tightly at his hip before he thrusts it outwards, to drive it straight into his chest and send him stumbling back.
"You're my enemy."
COMBATSYS: Heidern successfully hits Maxima with Medium Kick.
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Maxima 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Heidern
"Really, I had the best of intentions," Maxima tries to protest. Instead, it comes out more like this:
"Really, I hard the best of HURGKLE--"
He does try to argue with Heidern, but it's a bit more difficult than one might expect when you have a -boot shoved into your sternum-. Idly, Maxima is thankful that the full effect isn't quite there; his body doesn't operate like a normal human, something that Heidern might notice the moment his booted heel strikes... with a dulled -whud- of impact. The effect is similar to someone kicking a steel wall, but considering Heidern's own impressive strength... the blow does exactly as it was intended, if not a little bit less so than it might against others.
Maxima goes tumbling backwards the moment those boots strike him. His feet stagger back, scraping against the dirty ground before a single, gloved hand smashes against the wall. "You really think it's that simple, huh...? ... Well. Maybe you'll be more inclined to listen after this is over." So... he better finish this -quickly-, then.
And, with this determination, Maxima is just suddenly... gone. RIPPING across the space between himself and Heidern, his systems rerout power throughout his body, amplifying his reaction times to superhuman levels through a sudden joly of artificial chi. He snaps out, seeking to grip Heidern once more by the front of his militaristic attire...
COMBATSYS: Heidern counters Maxima Revenger from Maxima with Killing Bringer.
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Maxima 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Heidern
Another strange occurrence happens, as Heidern's thick boot impacts harshly against Maxima. He's a bit tougher than most, this strange intruder named 'Maxima,' and he wonders why precisely that is. Curious, a thin black brow crawls up his weathered face, thin lips easing into a taut line.
"There is no such thing as an intruder with 'good intentions,'" the commander replies, as his leg recoils at his hip and he slowly sets it down upon the ground once more. When the gloved hand slams against the wall of the compound, the solider just tilts his head gently to one side, that single eye remaining narrowing ever so slightly in response.
"It's quite simple, yes. And listen? To a thief?"
The man shifts his weight, hands dropping to his side. Long, gloved fingers stiffen, as Maxima charges forward with speeds unimaginable for his bulk. Briefly, the old Ikari's expression falters, his face distantly touched by surprise before that single eye draws shut. He exhales slowly.
And just as that hand of Maxima's shoots out to grab him, old Heidern's got a grip on his bulk wrist. That blue eye snaps open wide. "Too slow."
With surprising strength, Heidern steps in and grabs hold of Maxima's uniform at the abdomen, lodging his shoulder into his chest. Hefting the massive cyborg up, he releases him high into the air to rise...and ultimately fall. And waiting for him below, beneath him?
Heidern.
A gloved hand suddenly ignites with blood-red chi energy, as those long, dangerous digits thrust upwards, straight into the backside of Maxima as he lands. Gravity betrays him, and as result there comes a strange, odd feeling, presuming he can feel. That blood red chi attempts to siphon whatever it can from his body, inhuman or not, before the old soldier simply pushes up with his legs and swipes his hand to one side, to send the cyborg tumbling.
And thereafter, when he goes to stand at full height, he gestures sharply with his hand, to dismiss of his leather glove the blood of Maxima...when he comes to realize there is, in fact, none. Immediately that eye narrows.
"What are you?"
It's close. Maxima knows that much. Even when Heidern makes the statement of being too slow... it might be true, but, that assault is only barely cut off.
Barely only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades, though.
"Hrrg!"
Launched straight through the air -- though Heidern might find the act of -doing- so a surprising strain even for his impressive strength -- Maxima twists through the air at disorienting speeds, his own momentum turned against him. It's almost peaceful, for a moment. Serene. Everything seems to pause in that single moment that it registers in the cyborg's mind that he is screwed.
Which is about when a -hand impales him-.
With the slice of leather and an odd, crunching sound, Heidern's gloved hand impacts and rips through yielding flesh... and then scrapes against metal that tears at his glove. Metal? It might be an odd sensation for Heidern, doubly over. Not only does he not sinky his knife-like hand into muscle and flesh, but there's simply a pulsating, -unnatural- feeling that powers the Canadian's body. What Heidern leeches from would feel wholly artificial, as if he were little more than a battery-powered toy.
An odd sensation indeed, but there's one thing for certain: Maxima CAN feel, if not in a different way than everyone else. The feeling of energy being sapped from him so freely is an unwelcome surprise, and the NESTS cyborg grits his teeth in pain at the sensation.
God, this was a bad idea. That's the only thing he can think as he's sent tumbling, rolling to a stop in a crouch. Dirt-ridden, and beaten. But not bleeding. But maybe now, Heidern might realize--
"It's really... ggh... really not 'quite that simple.'"
Maxima remains crouched as he pants this out between gasping breaths he doesn't actually need. His eyes feel dry as he squints, infrared taking over where normal eyesight can't at the moment. "Like, for example, how I found your base. Or how I know precisely how much energy output you used for that attack, how much maximum potential you have. You really are a scary guy." Maxima coughs wetly here, even as his body functions begin to realign and rework themselves, beginning a healing process on his battered body. "I also know that you've been looking into an organization called NESTS... and that they consider you and your team to be pretty dangerous." A pause.
"Are you willing to listen now?"
COMBATSYS: Maxima gains composure.
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Maxima 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Heidern
Something strange is indeed happening, more than the commander bargained for. Standing tall, the dark haired soldier just stares coldly at the cyborg as he rises from the floor and crouches there before him. He says nothing; there is no need for words right now. He only wants answers, and Maxima will give him those.
A glance is spared toward his gloved hand, however, as he otherwise waits for the man to recover. There is no blood there, and the feeling he got from his chi, the siphoning of energy...that wasn't normal. Heidern would know, as he has killed his share of men through the many years.
"Well, it would be in your best interests to make it simple, now wouldn't it?" the commander states, that eye slivered as he glares down upon the cyborg. When he starts speaking, that expression doesn't change; he just continues to observe the large man as he sits there, his body silently repairing itself of the trauma dealt upon his hulking body.
"You aren't helping your cause," the soldier states, before he leaps upwards. Curling his body, the old soldier reaches into the boot, withdrawing a long, silver blade. Desending upon the cyborg, he withdraws the serrated knife, attempting to lodge it into his shoulder and sharply jerk it to one side.
He's 'experimenting,' you see.
"Why are you here?" he replies, frighteningly calm.
COMBATSYS: Maxima interrupts Random Weapon from Heidern with Maxima Lift.
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Maxima 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Heidern
Maxima he also hates you whip
"You'd think me answering your questions would be helping my cause--"
Whoops. There Heidern goes again. Stabbing Maxima like some crazy hitchhiker.
Really, this time around, Maxima is not nearly as ill-prepared as he was in dealing with his opponent. Finding himself facing Heidern of all people was -mildly- unsettling. Now, as Heidern leaps forward, the Canadian finds himself more prepared. Even though he still attempts to -avoid- this type of scenario entirely, the Ikari commander isn't giving him much of a choice. That slender blade slices forward just as Heidern descends...
... and he'll find two massive hands there to intercept him.
-WHUD-.
Grappled in an iron-clad grip Heidern is thrust upwards through the air at disorienting speeds. As soon as he's brought -over- Maxima's head, the reprieve from abuse is brief before he's swung downwards, introduced to the Canadian's knee back-first like a battering ram of force, issuing a solid CRACK of impact before Maxima sees fit to chuck the mercenary warrior through the air and away.
"--Guh. -Jeez-. And I thought K' was violence-prone..." As the Cyborg mutters out these complaints, the fact that he has a long, serrated blade -jutting- out of his shoulder should be entirely noticeable. With a grimace, the former NESTS operative takes a grip on the handle of the thing before -ripping- it out. There is no splatter of blood, no red liquid coating the blade -- nothing. Absently, Maxima tosses the weapon aside, rubbing the wound on his shoulder with a mild wince.
"How about we make a deal," he starts out slowly -- calmly. "You stop -stabbing me-, and I'll give you answers to any questions you need. That sound like a good plan to you?" Because really.
The stabbing thing kind of stings.
A lot.
Initially, it would appear a success for the Ikari commander. But in the matter of seconds, everything changes.
Suddenly grabbed, the soldier offers a briefly bemused expression, however faint it may be, before he's tossed up and swung downwards, his back cracked over the knee. Oh, it hurts. But the commander says nothing; instead, he remains quiet, and is ultimately sent flying into the nearest wall. Striking it, he falls to the ground and doesn't move.
Then, slowly, the soldier rises to his feet, a strange red haze suddenly erupting around his body. One arm crosses neatly across his chest, the other held low at his side, long fingertips curled inwards, toward his palm like the talons of a hawk.
"I'll be the one making deals here," he states, simply enough. Briefly, that single eye notes the wound, the knife there...but the lack of blood. It's as he thought. He's either some freak of nature...or he's not human.
Logic demands Heidern opt for the latter.
The haze suddenly erupts to a swell, a surge and abundance of chi energy filling the complex as the soldier holds his ground. "You do not attempt to steal from me and then presume I will oblige to your whims or compromises.
"You will find me to be a very difficult man to compromise with."
COMBATSYS: Heidern gathers his will.
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A freak of nature, or not human. A very narrow selection. Maxima would like to think of himself as still human, how matter inhuman his body may be, now. But Heidern doesn't have all the facts. And even with a sharp mind like his, how is he to know the truth? It's not as if they mass produce things like Maxima.
Yet, anyway.
Head canting to the side as Heidern conjures forth that aura of blood red around him, Maxima sees the resultant display in a view most never will; the sudden spike in chi, Heidern's reserves of strength slowly but surely being restore. He waits a moment, listens to Ikari commander, and allows his lips to twist into a distinct frown.
"You're a really stubborn guy, huh? Anyone ever tell you that's a terrible way to get answers out of someone?" Really, what will Heidern do? Torture him? The typical rules don't apply, there. And if anything, Maxima has time on his side. But the Ikari commander is still being stubborn, and so Maxima has little choice... but to act.
"Fine, be stubborn. And here I was trying to be helpful."
Maxima breaks -forward- at this, moving in a headlong rush towards Heidern. The intent is simple: wrap his arms around Heidern... and squeeze. Squeeze in a nice, big hug that exerts pressure that could -crush- the bones of a normal person, constricting in a very, very painful display.
"Calm... down... and let's just... -TALK-."
COMBATSYS: Heidern interrupts Strong Throw from Maxima with Moon Slasher.
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Stubborn doesn't even begin to describe the Ikari commander. The description alone draws a light smirk across his lips, as that energy swells around him. He surmises in that moment that what he deals with isn't human. That is reason enough to refrain from holding himself back, even if he attempts to be rational.
But he has offended the old Ikari commander.
Rather than respond to the cyborg, the soldier just narrows his eye as he stands there, energy surging about him. When he nears, a foolhardy rush aimed for the commander, he suddenly kneels. Dipping low, a long arm shoots out and back before he rises up in one harsh motion as Maxima gets his arms around him, his arm cutting in a wide circular motion. The force alone cuts the air, fingertips igniting with blue-white chi as it cuts an arc right into the chest of the burly cyborg.
"There is nothing to discuss here," he surmises.
"I will consider you my enemy for your shamelessness. How dare you?" A hand lifts, grabbing his glove and gently tugging it into place around his large hand. "What is there to discuss, anyway? You came here, attempting to steal the Ikari's hard-earned information, not to talk. Why should I show you sympathy, or mercy?"
There's that spike in chi again. Really, by now, Maxima can't even let out any sound of surprise. The sheering blades of white and blue rip through the air, cutting into Maxima and sending him blasting backwards in a stumble -- not a full blow launch. Unfortunately, Heidern's output of chi isn't -that- great.
"Ugh..." Maxima mutters, body smoking. This is bordering on ridiculous. His brows knit in frustration. Is this man not even the least bit open minded? Is everything black and white to him? Maxima lets out a long sigh, and shakes his head. He doesn't look to be in pain, despite the last legs he is now on. He just looks -exhasperated-.
"Alright, you want to be close-minded? I've given you every -window- of opportunity to listen to me. I've offered you answers, you've shoved it in my face. You want to talk about offensive and shameless?" Maxima pulls backwards, and then lashes -out-, attempting to grip Heidern solidly by the head.
"There -was- a -lot- to discuss, actually. But you clearly just don't want to listen to words."
If the grip is secured, Maxima will just pull up, massive fingers digging into Heidern's skull. And then? Well... he slams DOWN with brutal and uncanny force, with more than enough force to drive Heidern deep into the earth and depress the ground inward in his very own HeidernCrater. "-HMPH-!!"
COMBATSYS: Heidern interrupts Bulldog Press from Maxima with Clearing Moon Slasher.
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Maxima 1/--=====/=======|==-----\-------\0 Heidern
Clearly the commander is unwilling to cooperate with the intruder. Is it really an unexpected behavior of the soldier, a man so fiercely devoted to his goal and his men and women, to want to defend the base and all its information with such brutality?
Really, Maxima should have expected this.
Rather than respond to Maxima, as he states an obvious dislike of Heidern's methods, the old soldier remains calm and composed, that solitary blue eye narrowed harshly. When his hands reach for the man's skull, they grab hold and apply considerable pressure...but it isn't without reason.
Instead, the soldier's arms cross over his chest before they both shoot out back behind him as he's held. Again, his arms motion swiftly, a cutting, circular motion made with his arms. Unlike last time, however, the chi swells and launches into the cyborg, to send him blasting back and away - and give Heidern the chance to have his freedom once more.
Only when he's released does a hand lift up, adjusting his beret and rubbing at his head.
"Next time, approach me through more civil means. Sneaking onto my base and trying to hack into my computer systems is not going to encourage me to do you any favors," he remarks, his words cold.
He turns his back to Maxima, his eye drawing shut.
"If you want to talk, do so. But I expect you to leave as soon as you're finished here. And if I ever catch you trying to steal information or trespass onto this base again, I will kill you." Human or inhuman, nothing lasts forever.
"Do you understand?"
It is unexpected behavior from a man trying to stop the evil of the world to refuse information from a person who is offering assistance, and has attempted to pursue non-violent means to this conflict. But this is just for Maxima. Maybe K' would have been better for this mission after all. Terrible with computers though he may be--
He responds to violence fairly easily.
Once more, sheering masses of chi rip out through the air around them. The result is an explosive rupture of chi that sends Maxima launching like a ragdoll, crashing through the wall of the Ikari building structure. He flies out in a rain of concrete and metal piping, some soldiers staring aghast as he goes. He crashes into the perimeter wall, and finally comes to a stop, slumping down a bit dazedly. He stares out blankly, looks up towards the sky.
"... ow."
Heidern is speaking again. Only distantly can he hear him. Slowly but surely, Maxima drags himself up, head shaking out the rubble from his dark mat of hair. "... guh... well," he pants out.
"At least... all the mud's gone."
While he can bring himself to a stand, which is really a tribute sheerly to his willpower, it's pretty clear he won't be fighting anymore. Not that he even wanted to, anyway. What is it with people and their hairtriggers? "I wasn't trying to -steal information-. I was... looking to see what you had about the NESTS cartel." Really, he doubts they had -much-. He had hoped to use that fact as a bargaining chip, but... he got slasher'd into nothingness instead. And he's still smokin', too. "Though at this point I wonder if you even care. I thought... thought -- ugh -- the Ikari were different than this." His shoulders lift, in a non-chalant shrug that hurts him more than it makes any dramatic effect. Oh, the burning. "Aaah, well. If you're actually -interested-... in what I have to tell you about NESTS... than meet me at the Young Fighters Community Center in Southtown." A pause, as Maxima turns to leave, just as instructed. Far be it from him to be killed.
"I work there."
Thank god he didn't wear that snazzy Hawaiian shirt to this place. He's already lost too many!!
COMBATSYS: Maxima takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Maxima can no longer fight.
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Log created on 18:24:27 12/09/2007 by Maxima, and last modified on 22:18:15 12/14/2007.