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Oil was dripping slowly from a newly mounted machinegun placed on the shoulder of the black painted Stalker droid. It stood there in front of James, almost intimidating. He grinned wryly and looked up on his masterpiece. The first ever theme built wardroid, The Soulman. He chuckled at the huge afro which crowned his new toy, if the weapons didn't take his opponents out, the afro would, nobody would be able to aim straight after a close encounter with this fashion roadkill. If he couldn't get points for destroying bots or grabbing doll, at least he'd win the ladies over. Now the next problem arose, according to the blueprints he had to mount large speakers and a boombox on the droid, but after thinking it over, and sobering up, he had realized that hiding with the doll while playing 20:th century funk music on max volume wasn't really that great of a strategy. Instead he now had room for an extra gun, and if he went for the lightweight Silencer he could even put some extra plating on the chest area of his creation. Which could mean a world of difference when he went up against the more experienced deckers and their droids, the newcomers would be easy prey, but he had tasted defeat before by using lower quality, but better looking shields. Watching three months of work being stomped into the arena floor could make any man (or woman) cry like a baby. One of his mechanics had entered the room, obviously deep in thought as he was browsing something on his wrist pilot PC. "Mr. Brown, we've received the blueprints of your next arena.. Care to look at them this time? Perhaps we could find a nice corner to hide in once we find the doll" James glanced over in his direction and raised an eyebrow. "Please, Jack, when did I last hide in a corner of an arena? There's no fun to be found there. You know I live to smell the fumes of a burning opponent machine!" Jack the mechanic sighed and looked up on the decker he was working for, and had been for the last fifteen years or so. "Well, you can't blame me for hoping you'd smarten up some day now can you?" He winked and nodded towards the well trimmed piece of machinery they had both spent the last two months working to get in shape. "She looks good though, and the accuracy tests have been way over any of my dreams, last night Jim-Bob managed to cap a flea right between the eyes with the Afro Thunder (Right shoulder Silencer)." JB laughed at Jack and wiped some battery fluid of the back of the droid. "It's a HE Jack, not a she, don't insult The Soulman so close to the new season or you might have to superglue the whole thing together after our first arena." They both laughed and sat down by the testing station to go over some of the nights test results of The Soulman, suddenly a loud buzzing noise could be heard and a well known face appeared on a computer screen beside them. "Decker Brown, you and your droids presence is requested at Gothenburg, Sweden, The Senate wants some entertainment at their pre-season party..." JB whistled and rose to his feet, Jack leaned back and smiled. "You better heed their call Mr. Bigshot Brown, show them some of your new fancy tricks..." A loud noise could be heard as the droid started it's booting sequence, a beep sounded as the combat training script finished loading. JB took one last look on his droid, then put on his dark shades and started packing things for the fight... It's not new, but I don't have time to write a story up atm. I will however continue this story. :) |