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Against the Oppression- ATD Collaberation

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-Introduction
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There stood multiple plains of fighters, each united by a loosely defined goal.  Though one assortment of fighters, the warriors, was separated greatly by only their own narcissism.  The gladiators, in opposition, were strict to become what the supposedly superior group is not.  Then there were the mere brawlers, who weren't by definition weak but lacked specific weaponry that neither the warriors nor gladiators did.  However, when it came down to it the brawlers were the largest force tying the warriors and gladiators together.  
Yet now they opposed each other.  The warriors, whom were confident enough to rely solely on themselves.  And the gladiators, whom were happy to except the help of the brawlers.  
Between, beneath and around them was a city of rock and stone.  The cliffs towered above them in places yet also left gaps that would have left them falling to their doom.  Openings and exits to labyrinths were also evident here and there.  Above them the sky shone a dull blue but was being rapidly invaded by dark clouds.
On one side of the mountainous scape stood the warriors.  Also, though the gladiators and brawlers were out of sight, it was known that they were on the opposite side and probably making their way towards them.

Without hesitation the bravest, or more than likely just the stupidest, of the warriors leaped away from the group.  This warrior had curly brown hair and odd blue eyes that were almost a shade of purple.  He tugged at the left sleeve of his striped shirt and revealed his weapon.  It appeared similar to a watch, maybe more so a bracelet, with a diamond shaped purple faceplate and a black dot in its center.  The Negatrix.  The warrior, his name was Mackenzie Granger, man-handled the Negatrix until it projected an image of the creature he wanted.  With a simple slap at the glowing faceplate he rapidly became the quadruped that had been depicted.  The somewhat shelled goat-like creature that had taken his spot floated slightly into the air as it bounded further away from the rest of the warriors, he ignored the leader who was calling after him.  He hadn't gotten much farther though before he was suddenly encased by a mass of rapidly growing crystals.

The leader, who still stood back on the slight plateau with the rest of the warriors, swore.  He turned back to the others and let out an order, "Scatter."
It was not a complex or difficult task, but the result was still half-assed.  He could only sigh and await the inevitable with the rest of his warriors.  The warrior, Jonathan Eccond, didn't even seem to notice when the other warrior, Mackenzie, was undoubtedly dead.  He was instead satisfied to know that the deed would be repaid.  
An elephantine noise rang out and the ground rumbled, soon what anyone would recognize as a mammoth burst into view.  Regardless of her current appearance, this creature was a gladiator.  A gladiator named Megan Eccond who was armed with the Paleotrix, to be exact.  From her furred back several more gladiators and brawlers joined in the battle.  

An ape like beast, similar in appearance to many depictions of the Sasquatch, landed before one of the larger and more armored of the warriors.  This frightful warrior was titled Jess, and she was either to pacifistic or too much of a coward to begin the fight.  Instead his large muscly fists battered against her metal armor until someone intervened.  And that someone was a short, green brawler by the name of Nova.  "That's not fair, she's not fighting back!  Stop hitting her!"  The naive brawler shouted.  
And the Sasquatch-like gladiator with the Cryptitrix around his waste did stop.  But only for long enough to spin around and smash the gourmand nuisance under his foot in a single fatal blow.  And the slightly dimwitted, coward, warrior was suddenly so engulfed in anger that she couldn't even speak.  However, she found that she could fight.  Then it was suddenly her who was beating on the defenseless opponent, only she was using fists powerful enough to cause earthquakes.

Two of the gladiators were actually arrogant enough that, if their weaponry allowed it, they'd have fit in perfectly with the warriors.  
The first was called Maximus Adams, and being only half human but also half Vaxasaurien he was a whopping thirty two and a half feet tall without even activating his Futrix.  He swung somewhat blindly about with an enormous ax that appeared to be made up of both metal and energy, he was also armored in a similar fashion.  After chopping through Jess, without so much as a second thought, he turned his blade towards a gathered group of warriors.  
These warriors called themselves The Omega Squad.  The team within a team was made up of five warriors; Andy, Brandon, Gabby, Dexter and Zack.  The warrior dressed in red, Dexter, who claimed to be the best fighter in the group dodged the blade and transformed into a creature via the device on his wrist.  However, he was swiftly batted to the ground and crushed beneath on of Maximus' feet.  In response Gabby, in the form of another out-of-this-world monster, was angered and struck multiple times.  Her attacks only proved the strength of Max's armor and it was only seconds before she was sliced and Zack's foot was hacked off in the process.  Being easy prey Zack was finished off quickly and Max turned to the remaining two of the Squad.  
Dexter, who was blond and equipped with slightly goofy looking glasses, spoke frantically of strategies, finding precision points and weaknesses.  Andy, with his gel spiked brown hair, ignored his partner and sorted through his ATD.  In a short period of time Andy had transformed into a large green and blue beast that was almost two thirds of Max's size.  Max only growled slightly and charged towards him with his ax ready to swing.  However a bright-blue beam burst from Andy's forms' chest and, on immediate impact with him, gored completely through Max's.  Dexter cheered when Max's dead body collapsed forward onto the ground with a shaking thud, however he stopped when a rock torn from the cliffs around them fell from the sky and flattened him.
The other gladiator who could have just as easily been a warrior was non-other than Maximus Adams' younger but non-biological sister, Flora Emiäùs.  She floated in the air with fiery hot pink hair waving behind her.  Her inhuman abilities weren't a result of crossbreeding like Max's, but were simply because when she was far younger she was treated as little more than an experiment.  A mere lab rat.  Well, a mere lab rat with varying yet apparently limitless super powers that cause her to do more than just think that she's better than any ordinary humans.  And she was far from happy with her brother's sudden demise.  With Dexter easily taken care of she flew towards Andy's inhuman body at tremendous speeds.

Two warriors, commonly called Grant and Bink, stood beside each other.  As a couple, that was to be somewhat expected though.  On either side of them though, a gladiator approached.  To their left was one named Davïd, and to their right was the one named Shawnia.  The blonde warrior, Grant, muttered a joke involving the wonder twins before both he and his girlfriend reached for the weapons attached to their wrists. Davïd and Shawnia's weapons both wrapped up their forearms too.  They each shape shifted in order to prepare themselves for the ensuing two on two battle.

Ian, a warrior who normally had blonde hair and the eyes of hell but was currently an overall hellish beast that lacked skin and flaunted its bones as well as the metal weapons that replaced its hands, finished with the gladiator titled Diana and dropped her headless body.  He turned and was attacked by the obnoxious squealing voice of another warrior, Naomi.  He sighed and kicked Diana's head lightly with his foot and watched it roll slightly.
Then, with the single swipe of a scythe, Naomi's torso separated from the rest of her and both collapsed onto the rocky ground.  Behind where the other warrior had once stood, a brawler gleamed down at the fallen female in obvious satisfaction.  The brawler was slightly inhuman with pale grayish skin and pointed ears, her exposed skin was riddled with glowing purple shapes, symbols and signs.  She had dark black hair and wore human clothes with bandages on her hands and forearms.  
"You ready to do this?"  She asked without her smile fading.
"Should I be?"  Ian grunted.
The brawler, named Addison, still grinned.  "You know you want to kill me sometimes.  That's what couples are all about."
"I suppose you're right."  Ian responded slowly.  "I'm not going to go easy on you."
Addison chuckled.  "You don't have to."  Still smiling, she tossed her scythe in his direction and threw her arms forward.  Mentally she forced the scythe to fly toward him, and though he deflected it easily, a swarm of obsidian ninja stars was then ushered at, then completely through him.  He grimaced, stepped back, and then shot upwards into the air.  Then he was dropped from the sky and forced downward at a much faster pace.  Once he crashed back into the ground  Addison was cackling violently and he managed to stand.

The limp body of a warrior named Vern was tossed to the side by the brawler titled Rocky.  He was fairly tall, broad shouldered, made of stone, and had glowing blue energy instead of hair.  He grunted as his better half swooped down and out of the air to float beside him, this brawler was called June.  June was shaped similar to any human female, but was coated in every color of the rainbow with three strands of color for hair as well.  
A three-legged robotic corpse came at them from behind and broke into pieces further when it made contact with Rocky's back.  They both spun around quickly to find a black Vulpimancer shaped warrior with a dead, hybrid, brawler named Helen at her feet.  This warrior was called Sabrina and was equipped with an alien parasite that is intent on gradually covering her entire body, but also allows her to transform into any near, or previously saved, alien forms.  That very device, the Sybutrix, caused her to suddenly and rapidly mirror Rocky's species.
"I used Melkutt's powers against him,"  She spoke in a rumbling voice and referred back to the blue Vulpimancer that she'd encountered and killed earlier.  "And I'll do the same to you."
Rocky only chuckled.  "You'll try."

Jon, the warrior leader himself, watched from his one eye as the gladiator woman known as Riley screamed bloody murder from where she lay on the ground.  The clothes that she wore were burning as well as her hair and her skin was melting.  Her stopping, dropping and rolling was simply doing no good.  To her side the dead remains of her brother Scott sat to rot, they were still that of some sort of chimp rather than his own though.
"Is that really necessary?"  A familiarly cold voice said from behind him.
Jon's disheveled form sighed.  With stitches and patches all over his scarecrow-like body like he had it wasn't that hard to look disheveled.  He bent and retrieved the pointed black hat the lay at his side.  "She shouldn't have touched my hat,"  He muttered and slowly turned.  "I hate it when people touch my hat."
The brawler fixed her steely gaze upon him disapprovingly, Riley was still shrieking but was ignored.  "I think that you'd have wanted to do that anyways."  She responded.
"Maybe so,"  Jon chuckled slightly and studied her with his one red eye.  "But she gave me an excuse."
"Now there's an idea,"  The brawler responded and lifted her hand, it was swiftly made into turquoise crystal before sharpening into a point.  The rest of her body followed a similar pattern.  She then laughed to herself and bothered to finish her statement.  "Actually waiting for an excuse."
She swiped at him with a diamond hard hand and he narrowly managed to dodge it.  
"Y'know Jade,"  Jon said smoothly.  "Couples really shouldn't fight."
"But,"  Jade smirked.  "They always will."

"Having been taught to only punish those who need punishing and to only harm those who have brought such harm upon themselves, this pains me slightly."  A scaled warrior said to the very similar gladiator who dangled helplessly from the edge of a cliff.
"Not badly enough not to do it though,"  The scaled brawler hissed in response.  
"No,"  The warrior, Tu-Thrah, shook her head.  "My own morals have been overruled.  It is for my good and for that of my friends."
"But not of your sister,"  The scaled brawler, Awm-Thrah, argued.
"Unfortunately you are correct."  Tu-Thrah agreed and crushed her sister's fingers beneath her heel until she let go of the rocky surface.  However, immediately after, a scaled black form scooped her up and into the air.  'Twas a gladiator intent on catching her off guard, and he had been successful in doing so.  She only barely managed to glimpse Awm-Thrah climbing back up onto the cliff before she was flown too far away to see.
"You've restrained yourself with morals and ethics.  A true fighter can do no such thing.  And I, for one, have not."  The dragon-like brawler explained.
"I suppose I have wrought my own demise,"  Tu-Thrah murmured.
"Precisely,"  The brawler, Fireball, chuckled and let go of her.  She pummeled towards the ground, but played with her transformation device on the way down.

"'Lizard Boy'"  The centaur-esque gladiator, his name was Cligsean scoffed at the fallen warrior before him.  "Joshua, you're a disgrace to reptiles as a species."  He then turned to the other fallen warrior who looked remarkably similar to any ordinary dog.  "And you Galen, you're just a disgrace to all animals in general."

The gladiator known as Emily Bellhaver, who appeared to be little more than enormous sauropod, collapsed onto her side, dead.  Vern, a warrior, stood as a human with a triumphant smile spread across his face.  Unfortunately the recent battle with the fallen female had used up all of the juice from his Gammatrix.  However another rose from behind him, she was an inhuman gladiator who rapidly grew claws and sliced a chunk out of the back of his head.  He fell forward onto his face and it was suddenly the gladiator, Ciera, who was smiling triumphantly.

"I hate stupid people,"  The gladiator titled James Vallen sighed and glanced at the scraps that had once been the warrior named Evan Levin.  "And now,"  he continued and glanced at his more recent challenger who was a warrior called Troy something-or-other.  "And now, some retard who thinks that he's some sort of goddamn pirate thinks that he can get the jump on me."  He chuckled and bent toward the heavily breathing and wide-eyed warrior who had a transformation device over his eye like an eye patch.  "But someone didn't do his research.  Someone didn't know that, while I may not be the best fighter, when without any other options I can be pretty damned dangerous.  And that someone also didn't know that I'd have knowledge of him built up already, did he Troy?"
The warrior, Troy, only managed to heave a bloodstained breath in response.

The brawler known as Morgan Marr took every attack completely harmlessly and without so much as a flinch.  The warrior, his name was Douglas Clarkson, finally got the hint and stood down.  However, a few quick seconds later, a second brawler named Morrison Marr (though he preferred Mor by anyone but his sister and closer friends) quickly had his lengthened arms around him.  In only a short period of time Doug found himself enveloped in a cocoon of growing arms with the inevitable intent to constrict him to death.  

Having done away with three gladiators at once, Aaron Nate and Romy, Matt Rattle had gone out in search of a more difficult battle.  In doing so he'd run into yet another incredibly narcissistic gladiator.  Her name was Frelaysha, and she was capable of great things via mere thought.  However she was doing little to prove such things.
Simply floating in the air Matt's suddenly green and crystalline form battered at her like a pinata.  Matt's smile grew and he broke out in laughter when he encountered a revelation.  "You're trying to manipulate reality!?"  He shouted and stopped swinging.  "Hah!  Try all you like bitch!  We aren't in reality!  We're in a simulated reality meant for training!  You're at a major disadvantage!  Reality doesn't mean a thing here!"
She glared at him before responding.  "No, but time does."  And at her will time didn't quite freeze, but slowed immensely for everyone but her.  She smiled now at the gradual realization that slowly crept into Matt's crazy eyes as she clawed at his skin and gripped around his neck.  Being so preoccupied with Matt slowly being killed and whatnot she didn't notice the spear-tipped weapon strapped to the arm of another warrior until it was too late.  When the weapon touched the back of her head it did so with the same force that it would have in normal time, and time itself was suddenly restored within the simulated universe.  
Frelaysha fell forward with the spiked weapon poking out through her forehead.  "Dumb ass,"  The warrior, Kyle, muttered.

Tyson sat in a large chair and watched on multiple screens as the so-called warriors, gladiators and brawlers battled.  The training session had been his idea to begin with and, being the real technology expert in the group, the responsibility to generate it fell to him.  He half wished that he'd been able to get in on the action though.  After all, it wasn't everyday that the ATD Wielders got to challenge the combined efforts of the CTD Wielders, the ETD Wielders and their friends who didn't wield transformation devices at all.  It was even less often for them all to be allowed to go wild and kill each other, not that such attempts were uncommon in the least.
Being an ATD Wielder himself he'd quickly determined that the ATD Wielders would win without much trouble at all, but they were more evenly matched than even he'd suspected.  Of course, that wasn't what mattered.  The victors earned nothing but bragging rights.  What they would really benefit from, once the session was over and they each awakened from their virtual slumber, was death.  They would, ideally at least, take note of how they had been defeated and why then take further precautions against such things.  Not that that was actually going to happen in each case.  In many it would probably be little more than an excuse to beat on each other.

To Tyson's right stood Robert Eccond, though he was typically called by either Mr. Eccond or simply Rob, who was Jon's long lost yet found father.  He'd semi recently discovered powers of his own but the extents and limitation of them were somewhat unknown so he had declared it too dangerous to trigger them without meaning in the same presence as any of the others.  Apparently the same decision held true even if he'd have been asleep and only mentally be using them within the computer program that Tyson had generated.  He watched the screens as well, but with great interest focused mainly upon his son.

Eric Naman stood on the opposite side of Tyson and had only mild interest in the screens with none focused on any specific person.  At eighteen you might say that he was often thought of as some sort of child prodigy.  The truth of the matter was though that he just so happened to be decent at what he does, and what he does is try to take over his father's business.  His father, Jerome Naman, ran a business called Naman Industries that was originally destined to be Eric's.  However Jerome seemed to have discovered that Eric's intentions were more pure than his own, so he determined that until his death, or until he finds a new and more worthy heir, the business would be strictly his own.  So Eric ended up starting his own business in order to triumph over his father, and for the most part E.N.D Inc. (Specializing in Engineering of any kind, Nuclear advancements, and major Drug productions) has so far been extremely successful.
He couldn't join in in the training session though because he was simply human, because he wielded no transformation devices and had no (known) alien ancestors.  So he did as he usually did, and watched from the sidelines.

The three watched patiently with varying amounts of interest as the war gradually ended.

Elsewhere:

The planet Terragotta is ultimately its own bad neighborhood, and is essentially a gang planet and nothing more.  Most of those gangs only stay there because of the competition, they like it.  In fact, they long for it.  A chance to prove that they're superior and to take over what had once belonged to another gang.  That means violence.  But violence, violence means destruction.  In a place with that much violence and that much destruction, there is always a market for people who can fix things.  The people who worked at Leadstorm were those people.
Leadstorm, named after some of the ammunition used on Earth that is often used on Terragotta because it's so very cheap off of Earth, was essentially a garage that took up much more space than it probably needed to for just a garage.  However, it had somewhat recently begun to welcome more than just vehicles into the store since there was such a profit to be made.  And the owner of the garage was not to be messed with.

The sun was fading and the faint glow of Leadstorm's luminescent sign had already begun when a somewhat panicked individual waddled worriedly into the store.  The translucent door clanged shut behind him.  He stumbled forward to the front desk, where a long eared alien looked down at him confusedly from behind a catalog.  With a sigh the cashier put down the catalog and adjusted his glasses.  This was Rust, a name earned from his orange hair alone.  
"Can I help you?"  Rust sighed, if only to emphasize his distaste with the forthcoming conversation.
The figure who had come to Leadstorm yanked at his hood and revealed a blue and almost Kineceleran-like face.  "I need the Solos,"  The man said and exhaled deeply.
"Excuse me?"  Rust questioned.
"I need to speak with the Solos."  He clarified.  "Now."
Rust looked nervously from the customer then behind him and around the corner, "Uh, boss,"  He said.
"I'm coming,"  The owner grunted and he audibly made his way to the front desk, once he arrived he set his gaze upon the visitor.  His gaze was like steel, just like everything else about him.  Steampunk was his name, and now he spoke to the opposing alien.  "What on this world makes you think that we'd be able to help you with such a feat?"  
"It's the word on the street,"  The customer shrugged and continued.  "I need to talk to them!  Urgently!  And if you don't let me, then I'll,"
"I'm going to stop you right there,"  Steampunk grumbled.  "The second that you start threatening me is the second I start getting angry.  And the second that I get angry, you're gonna wish you had super speed to go with 'em pointy ears."
"Look old man,"  The guy sighed hurriedly.  "I know that you're a front for the Solos.  I know that you might even be part of them.  I know that I need to see them.  And I know that their going to want to hear what I have to tell them.  So just call them up and we can move the hell on."
Steampunk sneered, "Are you accusing me of housing the members of an illegal group of fugitives and thus breaking Terragotta's laws?  For your sake, I certainly hope not."
"You've got to be kidding!"  The man yelled.  "Everyone here is an illegal fugitive! Everyone is breaking Terragotta's laws!  C'mon gramps, cut the act!"
"If you think that you can crawl in here like some sort of desperate and dying animal and command me, or even my workers, to do your bidding, you're solely mistaking.  I-"
"It's a matter of life and death!"  The alien shrieked.
Steampunk stared at him grimly, "'Round these parts, everything is.  The strong survive.  You ought to know that."
"But nobody will, it's a death threat!"
Steampunk hesitated slightly.  "Toward the Solos?"
"Toward everybody!  Killers are willing to destroy this planet to prove to their enemies that they're serious!  None of the other planets will step up to do anything, they don't see the problem in Terragotta's destruction!  It's up to the Solos."  He explained.
Steampunk waited and eventually sighed.  "Is this threat made by an opposing gang?"
"No,"  The alien man shook his head.  "Just a group of people who feel that they've been wrongly oppressed."

Most of the gangs that exist on Terragotta stay there for the competition they long for, but that's not the only reason.  The other is the fact that there are no Plumbers or any other sort of justice system willing to even really acknowledge that the planet even exists.  It's considered too much of a lost cause, and too dangerous to get involved in.  Well, that is everybody except for the Solos.
The Solos are a group of individual vigilantes who ganged together for the sake of making a bigger impact.  Though ultimately not a true gang, they are considered one for lack of a better term.  Mostly because they don't get along enough to be considered and actual team.  Plus, because the idea of a gang saving a gang planet from destroying itself is almost ironic.
But now the Solos sat around the alien man, who claimed that his parents had named him Detonator, and listened as he told his story.  There was; Puff the green semi-leader, Blank who was the true silent killer, Bullet who insisted that he was more dangerous than he was cute, Ramses the horned wolf that was one with nature, Pokerface who's talent with lies was impressive, Shrapnel the bunny who'd kill in seconds, Glob who was a sharp as he was gooey, Chick who seemed less like a warrior and more like a bird of paradise, Smith who could manipulate metal as if it were clay, Red-Ring who's artificial intelligence was incredibly intelligent, Snake-Eyes the snake-eyed, Deamonne the spunky little gun-fingered brat, Chainmail who was more connected than a true chain, Goliath who was equipped with gills and guns, Ayre the living wind who claimed to somehow be robotic, Rust the amateur who couldn't do much unless he was using an alien form from his ATD, Pterror who looked almost as if he should be from Earth millions of years ago, Skids who could drive anything as long as it was not overly simple, Nosey who was a true handy man, Thistle and Sprint.
With ranging amounts of interest, they all somehow managed to listen without interruption, falling asleep, or obvious impatience.
I've decided just to let the writers post their username and the title of the "chapter" before the actual writing, as displayed by :iconagentbeast: before the intro.
Though we will all get credit in this description, updated as each new writer has a part posted here.

*Actual Description*
After training, the weilders set out to their daily lives But not too long thereafter, trouble is afoot.
Who ARE the Oppression?? WHY do they want to destroy the weilders?? WILL THEY SUCCEED???????
Idk, wait for the rest of the story :XD:

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This is really good. But, i have only two problems, which i will not bother with unless you want to hear them. but anyway, I think that :iconagentbeast: has really improved his writing skills since i last read something from him.