Sunday, February 25, 2018

Bad Guy Beatdown Round 10 Results

The pulsating brain squealed on the communicator, making Shredder flinch.  “That energy reading is too dangerous, Saki!  I demand you return to the Technodrome!”
“I have to go, you blithering brain – my readings show that this Phaeta Seven matches the mutagen that created the turtles.  If I can combine the two, I could super change the mutagen and create an army of Mega-Mutants!”
“Even if you had a way to contain that substance,” Krang replied after an irritatingly long squelch of his mouth, “choosing to travel to that unstable continent in a tunnel drill is beyond foolish.  You could cause a collapse of the entire landmass if you tunnel through the foundation.”  Another squeal.  “Not to mention those pesky Raiders trying to lay claim to the land.”
“Those fools? Gliding through the air on ribbons?  Did you forget I’m a master ninja?  I can get in and out before either of those groups of morons can find me.”
Krang waved him off with one of his fleshy pink tendrils.  “Fine.  But if you get in trouble, don’t expect me to bail you out.  I’ve got Neutrinos to deal with.”  The communicator shut off and Shredder stuck the device in his belt.
“Fool.  As soon as my Mega-Mutants finish off the turtle, I’ll turn them on you.  Then I’ll have the Foot Clan and Dimension X under my complete control.”  He manned the controls of the tunneler as it navigated across the globe to the Pacific Ocean.

General Plague shot through the sky with his Deception Raider jet pack, speeding along apower cable.  The Sky Commanders had been quite silent lately and he suspected an ambush any moment.  He reached the end of the cable and disconnected, landing on a small crag of rock.  The ocean roiled hundreds of feet below him.  Nothing else could be seen for miles besides dozens of rocky spires jutting toward the sky.  The High Frontier, the world’s most treacherous landscape, would scare away even the biggest of adrenaline junkies and mountain climbers.  
But Lucas Plague felt like home here.  His Raider jetpacks and fliers allowed him to get anywhere in the continent.  If only he could get his hands on the Sky Commanders’ Battle Track tech, he could dominate the entire High Frontier.  Where were those Sky Commanders?  It had been over a week since the Raiders had last seen any of them.  “Raiders, report in.”
“Nothing yet,” Rath said, and Slade confirmed the same in her quadrant.  Kreeg complained of being kept on patrol duty, but Plague silenced the communicator before he could hear much.  When Mordax didn’t check in, Plague repeated his order, threatening his brother-in-law with jail time.  He still received no answer and Plague smiled slightly.  The Sky Commanders had to have captured him.  As much as Plague would have loved to leave the idiot in their custody, he was itching for a fight.  “Raiders, continue your patrols and check in in fifteen-minute intervals.  I’m going to check on Mordax.”
Plague hunched over and fired the power cable from his Deception Raider pack, the energy beam coursing through the air for miles before striking another spire and digging deep.  The bolt solidified into a steel cable, allowing Plague to slide through the air.  He touched a button on his arm-mounted controller activating the Hotwire technology and energizing the cable, shooting him across the High Frontier.
Just a few minutes and two power cable transitions and General Plague found Mordax.  His obese minion lay on his back on a cliffside.  Plague briefly entertained the idea of kicking him over, but pulled him away from the edge.  His Raider pack was missing, along with his arm-mounted control panel.  
“I can tell by your hesitation to help that oaf that you’re the leader here.”
Plague spun around to face the spire, finding a tunnel.  It was too smooth to be a naturally occurring cave – something drilled that hole.  And there was a silhouette standing in the middle of it.  Plague drew a pistol from his hip, but didn’t point it at the individual.  “Whoever you are, you’re right – I am undisputed ruler here.  And you’re trespassing.”
“Am I?” the intruder said, stepping out of the shadow.  He was dressed like a samurai, with bladed pads covering almost all of his body.  Plague vaguely remembered reading about him in New York, fighting mutant reptiles.  
Plague raised the gun.  “Yes, you are.  Shredder, right?”
The intruder bowed.
“You’re wasting your time coming here.  The High Frontier and all of its Phaeta Seven belongs to me.”
He shrugged.  “Then I suppose if I want it, I have to go through you.”  He dashed at Plague, side-stepping the pistol fire.  He leapt into the air and brought his feet down squarely in Plague’s chest.  The impact shoved the Raider off the edge and tumbling down to the ocean.
Plague activated the jets in his backpack, stabilizing his fall so he could fire off another power cable.  The energy beam connected to the cliff he was kicked off and he hotwired back up.  
“That seems to be a careless way to travel,” Shredder said, looking over the edge.  “Someone could easily cut this wire.”
“And someone could easily blow you to bits.  Missile 1, fire!” The rocket blasted from the Deception Raider’s wing, burning through the sky toward Shredder.  
The ninja backflipped from the edge, avoiding the missile by inches before it streaked up and blew the tip of the spire into rubble.
Plague zipped toward the ledge and prepared to flip off the line and onto the cliff.  Just before reaching the end of the power cable, Shredder sliced through it, severing Plague’s lifeline and causing him to plummet once again.
“I guess I’ll have to do this without a power cable,” Plague said outloud, firing up his boosters again and flying all the way up this time.  As he crested the cliff face, he slid both pistols out and fired on his attacker.
Who wasn’t there.  Instead, he found a troop of purple-clad ninjas, prepping handfuls of shuriken.  His shots struck two of the figures, shattering them into scrap.  “Robots?” Plague shouted.  “Are you hiding behind these tin cans?”  Ninja stars spun past him as he twirled through the air, yet his shots hit each of their targets, destroying the robots one-by-one.  “You need to upgrade their targeting computers.  Not that you’ll survive this.”
“Survival won’t be a problem for me.”  The ninja pounced on Plague’s back, bringing it crashing down to the ground.  With a swipe of his hand, his claws slashed through a wing of the Deception Raider and slicing the engine in half.  “Survive this!” he said with another kick to Plague’s chest, again sending him over the edge.
With the Raider pack useless, Plague unhooked himself from it before throwing up his grappler, a hook connected to his arm-mounted control panel.  Far below the cliff he fell from, Plague dangled above the ocean considering his options.  Calling for help was impossible, as the control panel was at the hook end of the grapple line and out of his grasp.  He began climbing the line when a trio of ninja stars sliced through the air toward him.  Two of the stars bounced off his helmet, ringing his ears, but causing no damage.
Before he could gloat, the cord of his grappler was severed by the third shuriken, sending him on one final drop to the ocean, this time striking the water’s surface hard enough to break his skull and crush his torso, the last vision he saw being the silhouette of a ninja far above him.

Click here to see Shredder's respect thread.  Click here to see General Plague's.

While General Plague had the technological advantage, Shredder had ways around all of them.  He could avoid most of Plague's attacks, and the ones he couldn't - like Plague's impressive aim - he had his Foot Clan robots to distract him.  Without his weapons and backpack, Plague's an incredibly bad fighter and easily defeated by someone of Shredder's fighting caliber.

The Winner
To see who Shredder will be facing off in the next tier of Bad Guy Beatdown, click here.  To see the rest of the fighters so far, click here.

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