Neo League 426 - #444: Jaeger vs Drake

Description: Domino fight Jaeger in the Arctic! Don't ask why, because there isn't a single good reason for it. More importantly, Jaeger wins, leaving the beloved Domino... possibly dead. (Winner: Jaeger)

Mission #3: Drake.

Drake has an extensive file on him at NESTS HQ by virtue of the intelligence that the massive organization keeps on young, rising stars. This is partly due to his rather impressive string of public appearances, and Jaeger has watched a few, committing them to memory. It's easy when you have video playback on hand. So when Jaeger is mustered into service once more when the call comes in to dispatch to the arctic, he does so eagerly.

The droid appears on the feild of combat. The bright corona of the NESTS teleportation sphere shimmers, tearing a hole in space and time, disgorging the massive machine. Jaeger steps out with a casual demeanor, feet crunching holes in the thin, powdery snow.

The area is simply a large square, cordoned off by rope, making it look like a wrestling ring to some extent. There's no terrain or other features for miles. Therefore, there is no cover, and no loose debris.

An interesting landscape to fight in, indeed. The bone chilling cold is the only real obstacle, as a frigid gust cascades across his body. Luckily for him, this sort of temperature works to his advantage. The cool air actually keeps his high running temperature down. Stending resolute and silent in the center of the ring, he awaits his opponent's appearance.

One of the two present and freaking cold camera men zoom in on Jaeger, attempting to keep the focus from blurring too much from shivering. Seriously, what kind of morons fight in a place like -this-?

The answer? STYLISH morons.

Ever the one to make an entrance, Drake lifts over the horizon perched on the side of a low-flying helicopter. Behind a pair of wide mirror-reflective shades, Drake squints. He can see his opponent, but not make much out of him from this angle. It's just as well, though. A challenge is a challenge. Win or lose, a guy's not gonna climb to the top by not fighting.

As the helicopter passes over the fighting zone, Drake drops from the helicopter to land in a neat crouch near the center, snow crunching under boots.

Amethyst eyes coolly assess his opponent as he raises to his full height... right up until he's peering upwards at the masked face.


Holy crap. Johnny Cage versus Goro, anyone?

Drake - or hereafter referred to as Domino - turns crisply away from his opponent to stride closer to one of the cameras, right fist thrust into the air. A roguish, confident smile is flashed before he turns back around to face the.. well.. whatever it is, and he plucks the shades from his face to tuck them neatly into an interior pocket of his coat.

COMBATSYS: Drake has started a fight here.

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Drake            0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Jaeger has joined the fight here.

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Drake            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Jaeger

No fans? Every fight needs fans! Granted, up here in the Arctic wastelands isn't a great place for them to be. So, it's a small group that finally makes their way up here on snowmobiles. Someone's heard about the challenge, and she can't let Domino fight alone. Even if he's still angry with her. Ten parka'd people slide off the five machines. Nine of these 'fans' are wearing black parkas. One is white. Beyond that color difference, there's no indication that anyone from this group is a fan of either fighter. Just random people out here, standing around and freezing their rears off for absolutely no reason. The nine black parka'd people line up around the square area. The white parka'd Arika just pulls the front of her parka tighter. Enough to hide nearly all of her face except for a pair of deep blue eyes and the tip of her dainty button nose. Cheering will have to be kept to a minimum, but rest assured all of the fans here will be doing enough moving about, waving and other fan-like motions not only to cheer for their favorite fighter but to keep themselves warm.

The metal monstrocity considers his opponent for a moment, and his head tilts. Such bravado! This sort of thing always pleases him, in the roundabout way that such a being can be pleased, anyhow. The thrill of battle. That surge of power. The roar of energy as it's hurled about and the sound of punch landing powerfully on an opponent. These are the things that Jaeger lives for.

But there's a darker side to that. As the red eyes focus slowly on the man, he speaks. The tone is a pleasant tenor, synthesized, of course, but no less a displeasure to listen to. "I have seen your battles, and you are indeed a winsome fighter. I can only hope to match your skill and integrity in the arena."

"Know, however," his tone drops an iota more gravelly, "that I am a merciless combatant who will neither give you, nor show you quarter."

Whatever that means. The prattling of an errant tin can is usually easily ignored.

But the motion is sudden, swift, as a practiced hand swoops down to his hip, drawing the autopistol at his side. The 9mm gun swings up with a motion that's almost an eyeblink, and Jaeger's targeting systems come online, already trying to judge the best trajectory of the shot, plus the projected pattern of motion.

This is why Jaeger's fights tend not to have many present fans. The bullets spray like a firehose, the errant shells blasting up the powdery snow all around Drake as he tries to hose the young wrestler down with a storm of hollow point bullets.

COMBATSYS: Drake dodges Jaeger's Strong Shot.

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Drake            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Jaeger

Domino spies snowmobiles on approach and sets his left hand to his hip, obsidian eyebrow quirked in curiosity. He seriously wasn't expecting anyone to come and spectate! What kind of crazy people would be out here just to watch them? What kind of die-hard fans? Or.. or.. hit men? Aw, crap.

The eyes snap back to Jaeger when he speaks, and... his initial assessment of 'giant CRUSHINATOR' is adjusted to 'giant SAMURAI CRUSHINATOR'. Be that as it may, this is fine by him. The guy gets points for his choice of words.

"Whatever you say, Darth Vader," chimes Domino lightheartedly. "That's the way I roll, myself. I wouldn't be expectin' any favors." He gives a thumbs-up signal.

Then out comes a gun. Holy Hell.

Domino immediately springs to the side to evade the fire, hitting the snow on his right shoulder and following through it a tumble back up to his feet and in motion, straight for Jaeger. When he closes in, the agile fighter springs into the air and twists, aiming to land his knees at either side of Jaeger's head and facing in the same direction. If successful, he bridges his back sharply and curls underneath Jaeger's weight to send him crashing against the top of his head while Domino slips between his legs to scurry a couple feet away.

COMBATSYS: Jaeger interrupts Strong Throw from Drake with Shadow Hawk.
- Power hit! -

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Drake            0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0           Jaeger

There's an eyeblink of existance between success and failure, and Jaeger's red eyes are always on the prowl for that opportune moment in which to exploit that instance. Drake's initial defensive maneuver is impressive. The NESTS soldier considers himself a very good shot. Nevertheless, the gun is holstered the moment he sees the ballistic wrestler chew up the gap between them.

The machine takes one step back, readying himself for the man's arcing descent. Milliseconds seem to take minutes to pass for the machine as he tracks... tracks...

Just before the man strikes, his hands deploy two long, razor-edged whips. The 'ripcords', basically hideous length of long, flexible cyclone wire immediately come into play, slicing through the air up at Drake in a graceful arc. The jagged edges seek to flay the man alive, slicing through flesh and into raw muscle. By the time Drake's descent eventually makes contact, the droid has slowed so much of the force in the assault... he takes no physical damage at all.


Domino is knocked almost clean out of the air against the snow, sending out a few tufts of powdery snow. The wrestler makes a muffled groan for what appears to have been a botched attack, then shoots his legs into the air to scissor them over and twist aside. The whole smooth motion brings him back to his feet, and he regards his opponent with an amused look.

"That was different."

Immediately after saying this, Domino dashes in towards him again. Hands chamber at his sides, and the moment the distance is closed, the hands rocket back out towards his torso. It would almost look like a clumsy push, when it's in fact a double palmheel strike.. and more still. The moment his arms are extended fully, his hands ignite in a bright white flash of concussive energy.

COMBATSYS: Jaeger Toughs Out Drake's Whiteout!

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Drake            0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0           Jaeger

Drake's recovery from his counterattack elicits appreciation from Jaeger. The stalwart composure of today's fighters is truly impressive! Though his cutting blades strike true, not a single cry of pain. That's somewhat upsetting, but the fight is still young. That leaves him time to contemplate the angle of the attack.

Once again, the iron giant stands resolute, his sensors tracking the incoming wrestler with intense interest. The strength and power that the man can bring to bear has yet to be tested, but soon he'll see the fighter's power!

Reared hands gerner closer inspection, and Jaeger sets up a defensive posture, reacting quickly to the incoming assault. The blast hits Jaeger square in the chest, and the machine gives pause for a second or two. Though it manages to dent his hard outer shell, the assault barely robs his next motion of momentum, which is a full step forward.

A rough shove aside with his left arm, and Jaeger's ponderous body swings forward, his right arm whirling towards the wrestler. However, it's not a punch! The glint of brushed gunmetal meets the eye in an instant as the revlove seems to leap into the machine's hands from a spring loaded storage compartment. The ugly .50 caliber revolver is leveled at pointblank range, and is fired, square at the man's chest.

COMBATSYS: Jaeger successfully hits Drake with Strong Shot.

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Drake            0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0           Jaeger

Domino was expecting more than just a.. well.. nothing. At least nothing from the looks of things. "Aw, Hell." That's really all Domino has time to say before getting shoved aside like so many highschool freshmen. He sprawls and rolls over in time to see.. a gun.

This just ain't his day.

The gun sounds off and this time? Domino yelps. The bullet tears skin, and there goes modelling for a couple days. He crawls back from him then, teeth gritting, looking more than a little perterbed. Eyes narrow and he kips up to his full height before dashing in towards Jaeger again. This time he moves in low, angling to grab him by the legs to yank them clean up from under him to send the giant crashing onto his back.

COMBATSYS: Jaeger endures Drake's Fast Throw.

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Drake            0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0           Jaeger

The scrambling man is viewed dispassionately by unblinking red eyes, and Drake gets the purchase he needs. The machine is extraordinarily heavy, but with the slippery ice underneath his feet, the legs give way out from hunder him, which prompts some evasive maneuvering. Arms shoot out like ramrods, smashing into the ground to halt his fall. The ground trembles with the impact.

With the whirl of servos, the droid thrusts himself back up onto his feet. He's fairly soild, with a evenly spaced center of gravity, so recovery takes a minimum of effort.

As he spins off to the side, Jaeger deploys both his whips again, the jagged lenghts whirling out like angry snakes, uncoiling from his arm compartments. Then he lifts off the ground an inch or two... and starts to spin like a top.

Whirling tendrils lash out like a buzz saw as Jaeger bursts forward, entire body a metal blur as the slicing blades rip towards the man's body in such a wild, chaotic pattern that lowers his chance of avoiding the attack.

COMBATSYS: Drake dodges Jaeger's Shadow Hawk.

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Drake            0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0           Jaeger

Domino has every intention to follow through with this leg sweep, but he's dislodged from Jaeger's legs all the same. He staggers back a couple steps with an annoyed look on his fetching features, and prepares to continue his assault... only those whips come back out. Domino decisively steps back, taking a moment to assess his opponent and his apparently.. outlandish capabilities.

As he focuses on Jaeger, Domino enters his stance. Right foot shifts forward, weight balancing on his left leg in a backstance. Left hand chambers at chest level, fingers splayed at the ready for a grab, and his right arm angles down before his body, hand flat. Amethyst eyes simply narrow.

COMBATSYS: Drake focuses on his next action.

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Drake            0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0           Jaeger

As Drake takes his moment to focus himself, Jaeger's rapidly spinning motion ceases, the ripcords sliding back into his hands with an audible click. The combat machine seems a little intrigued. What's this now? The man is obviously pulling some kind of stretegic feint or preparing for some manner of titanic assault. It would behoove Jaeger, of course, to respond appropriately.

The droid initiates his battelfeild tactical computer for a quick scope of the area, and he nods to himself mentally. Understanding dawns on him. Now he sees!

Pulling back, he stands there like a statue, readying his servos for a rapid response, preparing for the attack in kind.

COMBATSYS: Jaeger focuses on his next action.

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Drake            0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0           Jaeger

Ho-boy. This is gonna be harder than anything to pull off. But Domino can tell that this person seriously needs some punishment before he's going to see any results. Domino begins to breath in and out slowly, pacing himself. Seeing as the giant.. well.. whatever this guy is, is just -standing- there... perhaps they're a bit on even ground.

The silence is broken by the model wrestler, who dashes in close to Jaeger and fairly low to the ground. He suddenly zigs to the right, attempting to manuever in behind his back to make a grab for his shoulders...

COMBATSYS: Jaeger interrupts Rebound Throw from Drake with Shadow Hawk.

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Drake            0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0           Jaeger

And here he comes. Lenses narrow, the red irising to mere pinpricks as the machine focuses on the sole attacker in range. This will take some precise planning on his part. The distance is calculated, and the trajectory plotted. When the man leaps into the air, Jaeger's arms once again deply their dsignature weapons. The writhing cables slithering out from his wrists like medusa's coils.

Unlike before, however, Jaeger's not able to simply absorb the wrestler's momentum. Rolling coils whip out and tear into his opponent, it's true, but the descent has too much force this time, sending the man crashing to Jaeger's heavy metal form, battering into thick ceramic plates and armor.

The machine staggers back, and motors whir and grate as he's forced backwards a little more than he thought he'd be.

Unfortunate, but not insurmountable. Still, he witholds comment. Drake is a veteran in these sort of things. Jaeger is a mere freshman to the world of one on one fighting. There's no way to yet tell how this will go.

The momentum can't really be stopped. Not even for wires and cables whipping around and such. When they hit, Domino's teeth grit to pinch off another yelp, and what he intended to be a truly punishing blow turns into little more than a shoulder-ram. This fight is certainly not going in his favor, from how things appear.

The wrestler recoils from him, slipping once or twice on the snow, garments now a fair bit cut up. Instead of launching another direct assault, though, Domino springs into the air to leap clean over Jaeger's head and land neatly on a pole jutting from the snow. One of those that supports the bordering ropes. Right fist thrusts into the air in ever-persistant salute to the few spectators and the camera... before he suddenly springs right back off. His body twists into a pair of backflips, aiming to slam his torso hard against Jaeger's in a moonsault.

COMBATSYS: Drake successfully hits Jaeger with Darkside Slam.

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Drake            1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0           Jaeger

And one of Drake's attacks make it through Jaeger's nearly indomitable defenses! For a moment, the machine is caught off guard by the acrobatic assault, and the machine bounces backward, finally tossed off his feet by the momentous assault. Jaeger's systems work to compensate as he slams to the ground hard and lands shoulder first onto the icy ground.

Time for a little self repair work.

Given his truly massive defenses, Jaeger's one of a select few that would ever consider taking time to repair his systems in battle. But he does, routing power to the NESTS generated systems within to patch up the internal damage built up by the endless sudden jolts and shocks that Drake has been building up as Jaeger's defendes or pounded through the other fighter's attacks.

As usual, there's no actual outside sign of anything going on. Jaeger just looks like he's standing there like some sort of statue.

COMBATSYS: Jaeger drops his guard to recover.

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Drake            1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0           Jaeger

When Domino's body collides with the massive metal monster's, he.. bounces right back off and lands in the snow, tumbling over until he rights himself on his feet again. Hmph. That worked out well enough. And look, he managed to topple him. -That's- much more like it.

But then Jaeger simply raises back to his full height and goes stoic. Odd. Nevertheless, Domino is feeling a slight bit more confident now. At least the damned thing can be toppled. So he closes in again.. and abruptly springs into the air, twisting over Jaeger's head to attempt grabbing ahold of him by the jaw. As he descends behind him, he attempts to draw Jaeger backwards with him. And if successful, Domino's back lands in the snow with his feet pressed to Jaeger's back.

Using every ounce of streamlined muscle in his legs, Drake thrusts his feet upwards to launch the metal monster into the air...

COMBATSYS: Jaeger blocks Drake's Rebound Throw.

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Drake            1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0           Jaeger

And with Jaeger propelled into the air, Domino tumbles aside to let him strike the sand. Domino's up on his feet by the time Jaeger is bouncing off the ground from the force of the kick-toss, and his arms hook around his legs. Domino pulls back sharply, and he drops onto his back, driving Jaeger's front against the ground above him.

Despite the incoming punishment, Jaeger's able to absorb the hit. Heavy armor plates once again buckle and crack... but very few give. The internal repairs that he forced have taken. Despite the collusion with the hard, ice covered ground, Jaeger doesn't stay down for very long. It's just in his nature to recover, and continute to chug along.

Energy rerouted and stored, he begins the cycle yet again. He only has enough time, however, for a very quick motion before taking opening the distance. Letting a wrestler close in is usually a losing proposition in any match, and Jaeger's experinced enough to understand this.

Therefore, a lighting quick hip shot is in order. It's not enough to cause egregious amounts of damage, naturally, but the attack is meant to buy distance and time as Jaeger's system compensates for the newfound endurance.

The normally automatic 9mm pistol spits out a single bullet, the whizzing projectile whistling through icy air as it seeks to strike Drake... anywhere, really. The hastily aimed shot is quick, not powerful.

COMBATSYS: Drake dodges Jaeger's Quick Shot.

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Drake            1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0           Jaeger

Domino has only a moment to curl onto his shoulders and kip up to his feet before Jaeger is simply picking himself up. The wrestler gives him a wide-eyed, muddled look that just says 'Why won't you STAY DOWN?'.

Despite this, Domino assumes his stance once more. The hand moving to the pistol is noted, however, and in a display of finely honed reflexes and agility, Domino simply twists his body to the side to cleanly evade the oncoming bullet. Eyes narrow on Jaeger.

"Again with the guns. Tch."

And Domino dives in towards him again, attempting to weave around behind his back. Arms lower to lock around Jaeger's left ankle to yank it out from under him and force him down onto his front. Domino's right foot sets to Jaeger's mid back, and the captured leg is yanked back towards Jaeger's head in a half-boston crab submission hold.

COMBATSYS: Drake successfully hits Jaeger with Medium Throw.

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Drake            1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1           Jaeger

Once again, the nimble wrestler is able to bring the massive metal monster to the ground, and he crashes onto his face, metal and ceramic plating groaning under impact. Hmm. The man's starting to go on the offensive. Jaeger's memory shifts into high gear, and the consideration in made. It would appear that he'll jave to slow the pace of battle down somewhat.

Lifting himself up off the ground once more, the machine starts to back up. He's going to need space. Range is his friend, and he's not going to forget that. However, he has learned something, and that's to take the time to track the fast moving target with his sensors thoroughly.

Experience in this very fight has taught him that sometimes, you just have to keep your eye on the target.

COMBATSYS: Jaeger focuses on his next action.

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Drake            1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1           Jaeger

Domino loses his grip on the leg and Jaeger.. ambles.. as it appears to him, away. His stance shifts again, and a smirk touches to his face. Here's something he probably won't see coming...

Domino races across the snow-covered ground towards Jaeger head-on and springs into the air. Limbs go splaying akimbo, and he's suddenly... well.. facehugging the metal giant. Arms looped around his neck, legs locked under his arms, both sets of limbs squeeze and crush sharply to hopefully cut off air supply and just compress those armor plates against him.

Sure, a little clumsy... but definitely an abnormal technique.

COMBATSYS: Jaeger interrupts Blackout from Drake with Victor.

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Drake            1/--=====/=======|==-----\-------\0           Jaeger

Facehugged! Drake's entire body grabs ahold of his armored cranium, and begins to squeeze, and sensors go off like Christmas lights in Hong Kong. The wrestler's powerful body begins to constrict. While Jaeger's brain is actually not housed in his head (a little known secret), it's definitely not doing his sensors any good by damaging his lowlight array and SONAR/RADAR suites.

The droid's only got one real way to dislodge this tenacious little fighter, and that's through the use of his heavier weaponry.

As he staggers about blindly, Jaeger's arm begins a peculiar transformation. The right arm shifts, the panels expanding and bending as his hand retracts into his forearm, bending back as a ammunition feel slides forth from his body housing to click hom with the multi-barreled chaingun that replaces his forearm.

Without any concern for his own well being, the armored NESTS trooper suddenly goes stock still, whirls his arm at a sharp angle, and opens fire.

The howling 30mm bullets strike at Drake at pointblank range to chew away at the man as Jaeger goes for the proverbial jugular, attempting to rip the man apart with a single heavy salvo. Shells litter the ground beneath him as Jaeger empties half a chain into the wrestler before yanking him free from his head.




A chaingun was the last thing Domino was expecting. When the arm lifts and angles, gun in full bear, Domino's pupils dilate.

The rest is a spray of red and a cry of pain. It's... pretty horrible, both in appearance and in feeling. Domino doesn't have to be dislodged by that point. He's blasted clean off, and falls to the snow in a heap. The white snow beneath his crumpled form quickly stains in red, clothing now in shredded tatters.. along with the skin underneath. It's looking more and more like this was a hit sent on him. Those people that just arrived? He wagers they're here as ensurance.

And all he wanted to do was get back in the ring.

Domino struggles a little, doing his best at this point to fight for his life. Staggering now, he swaggers... and moves in as close to Jaeger as he can, attempting to grab him by the shoulders. Desperation move? That's never been more true for him. Stranded out here alone with all but masked, syndicated-looking people, and.. guns. Lots of guns.

COMBATSYS: Jaeger blocks Drake's Total Eclipse.

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Drake            0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0           Jaeger

Despite the extremely weighty, broad size of his opponent, Domino is going to give this his best. The shoulders are jerked forward, and Domino locks the helmetted head between his legs. The arms... try... to loop around Jaeger's waist, and he hoists him into piledrive position. The arms try to constrict at that position, doing his best to cave the armor plates inwards. After several seconds of this, Domino grits his teeth and jumps into the air. Notably shorter than it would be, the flipping motion Domino pulls himself and his prey into is nonetheless extremely fast. By the time they're descending, the two bodies have blurred together into an opaque swirl of motion. The full momentum and their combined weights are driven squarely against Jaeger's head on the snow at the completion of the piledriver.

And from there, Domino.. actually just crawls back from Jaeger before raising back to his full height.




Looks like the chaingun was the last thing the 'fan' in the white parka was expecting as well. Though very little reaction can be detected, deep blue eyes widen to extreme proportions. A muffled cry can be heard beneath the garment, and the woman in white rushes to the rope; just trying to get closer to Drake.

Arika may move closer to the fight, but the other fans? They're backing off. In fact, they're not just -backing- off, they're rushing. Too much gunfire, and they're gone. Good thing one of the snowmobiles has a small trailer hitched to it. It allows three to head off on one so that the diva isn't left stranded.

But the blood is worrying Arika. A lot. Even though Drake gets up and continues fighting, she watches him with panicked eyes. If he doesn't get the proper medical attention he'll...


She can't be thinking like -that-. He's got to win. She can't even run in the ring and destroy the guy that did this to him. Not yet. Not while it's still a sanctioned fight. Much as she -wants- to slam her fist into the guy's face, she's going to play by the rule for now. To show her support though, the parka hood is untied and lowered a little. Moist eyes glisten as she watches Drake crawl back and then get to his feet. Clearing her throat, she looks straight at him and yells.


Jaeger's impact with the ground is somewhat lessned, due to the fact that he managed to push back and away from the man at the very last second before total impact, which threw off the accuracy of the hit. The result? Greatly reduced damage. Though his helmet now has a huge dent in it, the droid seems to have taken the exact minimum amount of damage that attack could have done given his tactical choices. Chalk one up for science.

"Impressive," is the warm, somewhat pleasant tenor voice of the machine as he watches Drake scrawl up. "My weaponry has slain contras in Iran, ended the lives of crime bosses in Colombia, and destroyed countless mercenary soldiers. I was unaware that anyone could survive a full onslaught."


There's a sick, disturbing quality to it, as if someone's grade school teacher or school guidance counselor was praising a prize student that somehow managed to kill all his other classmates with a dull brown crayon.

Nevertheless, Jaeger sets to work, engaging minor repairs on his system, the electronics knitting themselves in an almost organic fashion underneath the thick outer shell which is starting to show signs of damage.

The sounds of the cheering draws his attention for a moment, and he considers this development carefully. He's seen what rallying cries have done in the past. Renewed vigor and resolve can come from cheers.

The machien wonders if that can help Drake now? It bears study.

COMBATSYS: Jaeger gains composure.

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Drake            0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0           Jaeger

Domino can't afford to look away at this point. He really can't. The shout is heard... but it doesn't really register. He has to concentrate on keeping himself alive. Jaeger's strange compliment is received with a sneer, and Domino closes in again at something of a hindered gait.

At the last moment, Domino drops into a baseball slide, body twisting over to scissor his legs out to attempt snaring Jaeger's and send him toppling onto his masked face.

COMBATSYS: Drake successfully hits Jaeger with Fast Throw.

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Drake            0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0           Jaeger

Again, another clean hit! And... again, Jaeger hits the ground with a loud clang, the heavy metal monster causing the ice and snow to leap up into the air for a moment or two... but the inevitable result? While damage is inflicted, Jaeger seems more concerned with rolling across the ground, rising to his feet, and once again keeping his focus on his target.

Jaeger's a contemplative robot, and it really gives him time to think as the attacking enemy seems to be resorting to short, quick attacks in an attempt to ding him into oblivion.

Jaeger loves to fight, loves to engage targets and slay them. It's his greatest testemant to his function. Combat and death are logical partners. But as he was made for such things, what drives a human to lurch themselves into the fray?

Another time, maybe. For now? The battle. Targeting computers narrow their focus on Drake, preparing for another pass.

COMBATSYS: Jaeger focuses on his next action.

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Drake            0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0           Jaeger

Domino rolls over, hoping the giant will stay down again... but no. Man, this is looking hopeless. But there's no way he's going to give up on it. This is his life he's fighting for, here. So Domino draws in a deep breath, closes his eyes briefly.. and attempts something that may very well be suicidal. He rushes at the behemoth again, reaching out to grab him by the throat and by some torso-plating to attempt hoisting him up into a benchpress over his head. He can really only hope for the best, since otherwise..? It looks a lot like this is hopeless.

COMBATSYS: Jaeger interrupts Rebound Throw from Drake with Phoenix Hawk.

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Drake            0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0           Jaeger

The whir of motors is what Drake gets as his first warning that this was not the best tactical move. The high pitched keen of micro-jets sprouting from Jaeger's back is the next. When Drake grabs him by the armor, his heavy weight is simply just too much to handle in a weakened state. So when the droid crashed to the floor, it's no surprise. What does come as an unusual twist, however, is what Jaeger does afterward.

Pulling up into the sky, his microjets lift him a good twenty feet up, armor plates flaking from his heavy body. Sparks trail as he hauls up Drake with him.

"A valiant effort," Jaeger says, hoisting Drake's face to meet his. "I salute you."

And with that? Jaeger retaliates with a vicious hammerfist to the top of Drake's head, bashing the man's skull in and driving his body to the ground like a tent peg as he lands on the ground shortly thereafter with a powerful clang.

Domino's skull is a bit more sturdy than that, what with his background and training... but nevertheless, the strike sees the model kareening back to the ground and landing in a heap, sending out a plume of snow.

And there he lays, possibly giving the illusion that he -is- dead like the hit intended. But contrary to this, Domino pushes himself slowly up to his feet. Right hand lifts and he coughs into his fist, a speckle of blood coming with it. Amethyst eyes narrow again on Jaeger, and he does his best to straighten his posture. "..Don't know where the Hell you came from... or what you think you're doing... but just save it, captain dumpster."

After another second of wobbling, Domino turns to hurry towards one end of the 'ring', and he hops onto the ropes supported by the stakes. Looks like he's about to take off running... except he then pushes his body to the limit in a last ditch effort - possibly in nothing more than a bout of spite - to slam his body against Jaeger's again.

But after that, Domino is lying in the snow facedown, and unmoving, bleeding profusely.

COMBATSYS: Drake can no longer fight.

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COMBATSYS: Jaeger fails to interrupt Darkside Slam from Drake with Phoenix Hawk.

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The last ditch attempt didn't really register. As the final attack comes in, the droid starts for a moment to observe the furious assault. Before he can catch the man unawares and again smash him senseless, he's crashed into, sending him reeling.

Nevertheless, it's just not enough. Built to be an ambulatory tank, Jaeger simply refuses to go down.

Systems stablize, and he scrapes to his feet. It would seem that he's the victor.


He saves his thoughts for himself. No need to burden the opposition with words. His work here is done as the League staff go to clean up the mess. Sending a silent signal to NESTS HQ, he calmly awaits the teleportation sphere to clare to life and allow him a safe trip home.

COMBATSYS: Jaeger has ended the fight here.

There have been many moments during this fight that the punk rock princess has gone wide-eyed. Not with surprise, but with shock. Drake careens toward the ground, snow bursting up and encompassing him and the look on her face is one of horror.

"I swear to God if you've killed 'im..." The words are barely out of her mouth, when Drake begins to push himself to his feet. At that, a sigh of relief is given. Injured as he is, he's still alive.

Silently she cheers as he hops onto the ropes, but as he makes the the attack and then lands face down in the snow, she gasps. Without even waiting for anything else to happen beyond the official 'end' of the Neo League battle when the cameras whirr to a close, she rushes into the 'ring'. Once there, she doesn't run right to Drake like she'd normally do. Oh no. Her intention? To cold cock the bastard that -killed- him.

Obviously, Arika is not in her right mind as she does this. Big fuzzy mittens are pulled off and tossed to the ground as she runs across the frozen terrain. As she nears Drake's machine-like opponent, she slams her fist upward toward his face. Sure, he's got a gun, but she's in complete shock.

How unfortunate. The fist collides with him solidly for a second! Had she come after him a split second sooner, perhaps the damage would have been inflicted and the machine would have suffered damage. Before ti happens, though, the flash of light that envelops the droid makes him insubstantial.


Death is a consequence of battle. It would seem there's a lot to learn about how others view the sport of killing, which is what combat is, to Jaeger. "When one fights, one assumes the risk, do they not?"

The synthesized voice carries through the wave of the teleportation anomaly, and the space where the machine once was is now just a static-charged spot that stinks of ozone and gunsmoke.

Wait, wait... her bare and now freezing hand is hitting... nothing?

As angry and shocked as Arika is, she just stands there and blinks at the image. It takes a long moment for her to register that this whole projection thing is vocalizing something at her. Once that sinks in, she stares through it to Drake. Parting words are in order, whether that thing can hear her or not. "When one fights, one assumes certain risks. Injuries, for instance. Death is very rarely an assumption." At least not to her.

More important things to do though. Immediately the parka comes off and she drapes it over Drake. Then she's rushing toward the snowmobile, gathering a first aid kit (as though it's really going to help), her cell phone (Lord, hope they have service out here) and then hurries back to her fallen... erm... Drake.

"We need a medical team out here, right away," she says into the phone, teeth chattering. Then she tries to roll Drake over and keep him warm until they arrive; hands placing pressure on the worst of the wounds to try and slow the majority of the bleeding.

"Come on, Drake. Stay with me. Not ready to lose you yet..."

Log created on 20:46:15 07/27/2007 by Drake, and last modified on 06:03:47 07/31/2007.