Post by vastrix on Apr 18, 2020 23:16:53 GMT -5
Back at the abandoned warehouse where Captain Ionel Stanca was held captive against his will. Marcus Anderson is shrink wrapped to the rack while Tarrasque is nearby with his arms in the air while he is handcuffed the bottom of the next rack.
Marcus opens his eyes to see that Captain Stanca is standing in front of him with a wide grin.
Stanca: He’s awake at last. What are we going to do with you, Marcus?
Marcus shakes his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. There’s five armored Black Guardsmen standing around in the warehouse with Captain Stanca. Must be his unit. All of them are armed with assault rifles except for their Captain. He swallows hard.
Anderson: Love us tender, love us sweet, never let us go?
Captain Stanca just smiles and backhands Marcus, splitting his lip to go with his injuries already sustained by Gunther Stallington. Tarrasque pulls against his restraints with a roar, but stops when the guards turn their weapons on him. He might be not smart but he’s no dummy.
Stanca: How did Tarrasque break Stallington’s armor?
Anderson: That shrimp? How would he not break the armor?
Tarrasque pops his head up with a sudden smile. The thought of even more shrimp must be dancing through his head.
Captain Stanca raises a hand to slap Marcus again, but decides against it. He motions to one of the guards who slams the butt of his assault rifle into Tarrasque’s ribcage, causing him to cough up blood.
Anderson: No! Leave him alone!
Tarrasque strains against his restraints trying to reach the guard that struck him with his head if nothing else.
Tarrasque: You try again! Me break you!
The guard strikes Tarrasque upside the head with the butt of his assault rifle, sending a spray of blood and spittle through the air.
Anderson: Quit it! Leave him alone! What do you want with us, Stanca?
Captain Stanca grabs Marcus by the chin with a sneer.
Stanca: What do I want? I want you to be humiliated like I was. I want you to suffer. When I think you have suffered enough? I will have you both killed. That is what I want.
Marcus turns his head sharply, breaking free of Ionel’s grasp. Ionel laughs and backhands Marcus again and again. Tarrasque roars in anger but cannot break free.
Stanca: So, you want to know Tarrasque’s given name. Captain Stallington told me what it is.
Marcus strains against his shrink wrapping,, but can’t make headway against the thick layers of plastic.
Anderson: Tell us! What’s the name? That’s all we ever wanted to know!
Stanca: Why? Why isn’t the name Tarrasque just good enough? Not that I really care.
Marcus looks to Tarrasque, who looks on in yearning. He looks back to Captain Stanca.
Anderson: He wants to know where he comes from. He wants to know who he is really. He wants to know if he has any family left anywhere.
Stanca: Stallington told me that his family resisted and were killed. It just doesn’t really matter where he’s from, just where he is. Dead.
Marcus strains against the plastic wrap holding him but it still secures him tight. He grits his teeth, blood trickling from his mouth to the shrink wrapping.
Anderson: Release me and say that shit again. You wouldn’t be so fucking brace if we were both free.
Ionel cocks his head while looking at the angry Marcus and punches him in the face hard enough to send the back of his head bouncing off of the rack that he’s tied to.
Stanca: That’s the point. We have guns and you have nothing. I doubt your beast even knows how to use an assault rifle.
Anderson: He has his bare hands. If you people didn’t have guns, we would be free by now. Tarrasque has a Rumble to win. He doesn’t have the time to stand around here with the likes of you.
Captain Stanca looks Marcus straight in the eyes with a smile.
Stanca: Stallington couldn’t even break those restraints with his power armor. Tarrasque can’t do it. Men? Put the rifles away, unload them.
If they have any doubts about unloading their rifles, the men don’t show it as they toss the magazines eject the rounds from the barrels, and toss the rifles in another direction from the magazines. Captain Stanca looks to Marcus with raised eyebrows.
Anderson: Tarrasque. Stanca knows your name, but won’t tell you unless you defeat his men.
Tarrasque pulls at the restraints, but they do not break. He grits his teeth as Stanca’s men surround him and begin pummeling him with their armored fists.
Stanca: The great Tarrasque dies today, Marcus. No Rumble for him. No Rumble for you. Hmm? Who’s strong now? Sure looks like-
Tarrasque: ME AM STRONG!
Men go flying in all directions as Tarrasque breaks free of his restraints like they were made of paper mache. He grabs the nearest guy by the legs and uses him as a weapon to smash another guy.
Captain Stanca looks on in horror and Marcus on with pride as Tarrasque makes short work of the five elite Shocktroopers. Tarrasque begins stalking Captain Stanca himself, his face a mask of blood and bruises.
Tarrasque: What me name?!
Captain Stanca goes for a spear, but Tarrasque stands his ground. He lifts Stanca up and power bombs him onto the concrete floor. Tarrasque reaches down to where Captain Stanca has a blade stripped to his leg. He pulls it from its sheath and cuts Marcus free, who kneels by the downed Stanca. Tarrasque silently passes him the combat knife. Marcus holds it to Ionel’s throat.
Anderson: What’s Tarrasque’s real name?
Stanca: I don’t know it! Stallington didn’t tell me what it was! I didn’t expect you to get free! All I know is where Tarrasque came from. The State anyway.
Anderson: What state is he from?
Stanca: Illinois. He came from Illinois. Please don’t kill me!
Anderson: Not from Canada?
Stanca: No.
Marcus keeps his eyes on Stanca, keeping the blade at his throat.
Anderson: Tarrasque? Should we kill him?
Tarrasque places a hand on Marcus’ shoulder.
Tarrasque: We not last time. We should not this time.
Anderson: Alright. Just in case you get the idea of following us.
Marcus raises the combat knife high into the air. Ionel’s eyes go wide as Marcus brings the knife down and turns it before the blade cuts him to strike him in the forehead with the hilt of the blade to bounce Ionel’s head off of the floor to knock him out. Marcus throws the blade down and stands up.
Anderson: Let’s get out of here. You have a Rumble to win.
Marcus opens his eyes to see that Captain Stanca is standing in front of him with a wide grin.
Stanca: He’s awake at last. What are we going to do with you, Marcus?
Marcus shakes his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. There’s five armored Black Guardsmen standing around in the warehouse with Captain Stanca. Must be his unit. All of them are armed with assault rifles except for their Captain. He swallows hard.
Anderson: Love us tender, love us sweet, never let us go?
Captain Stanca just smiles and backhands Marcus, splitting his lip to go with his injuries already sustained by Gunther Stallington. Tarrasque pulls against his restraints with a roar, but stops when the guards turn their weapons on him. He might be not smart but he’s no dummy.
Stanca: How did Tarrasque break Stallington’s armor?
Anderson: That shrimp? How would he not break the armor?
Tarrasque pops his head up with a sudden smile. The thought of even more shrimp must be dancing through his head.
Captain Stanca raises a hand to slap Marcus again, but decides against it. He motions to one of the guards who slams the butt of his assault rifle into Tarrasque’s ribcage, causing him to cough up blood.
Anderson: No! Leave him alone!
Tarrasque strains against his restraints trying to reach the guard that struck him with his head if nothing else.
Tarrasque: You try again! Me break you!
The guard strikes Tarrasque upside the head with the butt of his assault rifle, sending a spray of blood and spittle through the air.
Anderson: Quit it! Leave him alone! What do you want with us, Stanca?
Captain Stanca grabs Marcus by the chin with a sneer.
Stanca: What do I want? I want you to be humiliated like I was. I want you to suffer. When I think you have suffered enough? I will have you both killed. That is what I want.
Marcus turns his head sharply, breaking free of Ionel’s grasp. Ionel laughs and backhands Marcus again and again. Tarrasque roars in anger but cannot break free.
Stanca: So, you want to know Tarrasque’s given name. Captain Stallington told me what it is.
Marcus strains against his shrink wrapping,, but can’t make headway against the thick layers of plastic.
Anderson: Tell us! What’s the name? That’s all we ever wanted to know!
Stanca: Why? Why isn’t the name Tarrasque just good enough? Not that I really care.
Marcus looks to Tarrasque, who looks on in yearning. He looks back to Captain Stanca.
Anderson: He wants to know where he comes from. He wants to know who he is really. He wants to know if he has any family left anywhere.
Stanca: Stallington told me that his family resisted and were killed. It just doesn’t really matter where he’s from, just where he is. Dead.
Marcus strains against the plastic wrap holding him but it still secures him tight. He grits his teeth, blood trickling from his mouth to the shrink wrapping.
Anderson: Release me and say that shit again. You wouldn’t be so fucking brace if we were both free.
Ionel cocks his head while looking at the angry Marcus and punches him in the face hard enough to send the back of his head bouncing off of the rack that he’s tied to.
Stanca: That’s the point. We have guns and you have nothing. I doubt your beast even knows how to use an assault rifle.
Anderson: He has his bare hands. If you people didn’t have guns, we would be free by now. Tarrasque has a Rumble to win. He doesn’t have the time to stand around here with the likes of you.
Captain Stanca looks Marcus straight in the eyes with a smile.
Stanca: Stallington couldn’t even break those restraints with his power armor. Tarrasque can’t do it. Men? Put the rifles away, unload them.
If they have any doubts about unloading their rifles, the men don’t show it as they toss the magazines eject the rounds from the barrels, and toss the rifles in another direction from the magazines. Captain Stanca looks to Marcus with raised eyebrows.
Anderson: Tarrasque. Stanca knows your name, but won’t tell you unless you defeat his men.
Tarrasque pulls at the restraints, but they do not break. He grits his teeth as Stanca’s men surround him and begin pummeling him with their armored fists.
Stanca: The great Tarrasque dies today, Marcus. No Rumble for him. No Rumble for you. Hmm? Who’s strong now? Sure looks like-
Tarrasque: ME AM STRONG!
Men go flying in all directions as Tarrasque breaks free of his restraints like they were made of paper mache. He grabs the nearest guy by the legs and uses him as a weapon to smash another guy.
Captain Stanca looks on in horror and Marcus on with pride as Tarrasque makes short work of the five elite Shocktroopers. Tarrasque begins stalking Captain Stanca himself, his face a mask of blood and bruises.
Tarrasque: What me name?!
Captain Stanca goes for a spear, but Tarrasque stands his ground. He lifts Stanca up and power bombs him onto the concrete floor. Tarrasque reaches down to where Captain Stanca has a blade stripped to his leg. He pulls it from its sheath and cuts Marcus free, who kneels by the downed Stanca. Tarrasque silently passes him the combat knife. Marcus holds it to Ionel’s throat.
Anderson: What’s Tarrasque’s real name?
Stanca: I don’t know it! Stallington didn’t tell me what it was! I didn’t expect you to get free! All I know is where Tarrasque came from. The State anyway.
Anderson: What state is he from?
Stanca: Illinois. He came from Illinois. Please don’t kill me!
Anderson: Not from Canada?
Stanca: No.
Marcus keeps his eyes on Stanca, keeping the blade at his throat.
Anderson: Tarrasque? Should we kill him?
Tarrasque places a hand on Marcus’ shoulder.
Tarrasque: We not last time. We should not this time.
Anderson: Alright. Just in case you get the idea of following us.
Marcus raises the combat knife high into the air. Ionel’s eyes go wide as Marcus brings the knife down and turns it before the blade cuts him to strike him in the forehead with the hilt of the blade to bounce Ionel’s head off of the floor to knock him out. Marcus throws the blade down and stands up.
Anderson: Let’s get out of here. You have a Rumble to win.
