Twinkle Twinkle Little S.T.A.R. (Open to Three)

The halls, sleek and metallic, likely had a light gray, almost white color. But right now, in this synthetic darkness, they were a slow and pulsing shade of Scarlet. In this underground facility, the power had seemingly been knocked out, and the emergency power supply was in use. The cause now walked through an open doorway, flanked by two people dressed in the signature black and yellow of the H.I.V.E. Academy. He, too, was flying those colors, but he could hardly be seen in the same class as his companions.

Tall, bronze-skinned, with glowing green eyes. His uniform differed from the other two, with short black sleeves that barely came down his shoulders. A bright yellow "H" was emblazoned on his left pectoral, right over where his heart would be, and the rest of this black and yellow suit came down his legs to about his ankles, his feet clad in imposing black and yellow boots. His height and musculature further added to the disparity between himself and the other two drones, and this was shown to yet another degree when he spoke to them.

"Secure the download. I'll keep a lookout." The scowl on his face was enough to keep the drones from second guessing, and moved further into what appeared to be an office, with high-tech looking computers at rows of desks. Meanwhile, the massive Tamaranean turned back to the door he had entered through, surveying the hallway that connected it. Here, there were several unconscious (or worse) bodies scattered about, the insignia of S.T.A.R. Labs prevalent on many of their uniforms.

"Tch." He was just ready for this mission to be over.

Star labs. God, this was gonna be fun as the pale cyborg danced her way up to the front doors and without a second thought on subtly, sent one of the doors flying with a clean straight, as it bounced, skipped and frisbeed it's way into a wall with a loud bang. "Heeeeellllo, Star labs! How are y'all doi- Eh? Wha?" All geared up for a nice little tussle with some baseline security plebs, all she was met with emergency lighting and a lot of people already down and out. "Ah, what gives, who's spoilin my fun?!" She threw up her arms, face turning into a scowl as she reached into her pocket, pulled out a pre-packed pipe of something pungent and smoked up, right there in the middle of the lobby. Pulling her focus out from a tantrum into a more level headed focus. "Now, how far's this place go down? Cause, I still gotta pick a fight, and I might as well slap around the chump musclin in on what I was gonna do today."

Well, that was until she saw a, in her mind, reasonably conscious sort in the corner, marched over, knelt beside him and offered the pipe to him. "Hey bud, you look rough. C'mon have a puff, might help the pain. Oh and, can you tell me which way the, as of yet indeterminate person(s) went? That'd be just the swellest." She gave him her best pout, the best puppy dog eyes she could manage. One hand still outstretched, pipe in hand, the other resting across her knee. "Look, gotta take the lesser of two evil's every now and again and oooh! Who knows, actual heroes'll show up and fight both of us!" The childish glee appeared as her lips pulled back into a grin, hands fidgeting as she pulled the pipe back and took another hit to keep the cherry going.

"C'mon what've ya got to lose?"

The barely-conscious guard was definitely concussed, blood trailing down the side of his head, only somewhat visible with the Army-style helmet he wore. He shook his head at the offered pipe, coughing weakly from the smoke alone. "That...way," he said, voice feeble, struggling to lift his arm and point to an empty, open elevator shaft.


Down below, Alpha paced the hallway, growing steadily more peeved. The drones were taking far too long to get their one and only task done, even after all the effort he'd exerted to get them in here. "Dumb, slow, incompetent," he said, muttering, as he stuck his imposing frame back into the office-like room.

The pair of drones looked up from the same computer, one quickly turning back to work. "What's taking so long?" Asked Alpha, tone angry. His hands clenched the frame, and he was unconsciously crushing the metal in his super-strong fingers. The other drone gulped, and his visor-covered eyes darted back and forth between the Tamaranean and the office computer. "T-this is a delicate thing, it can't be rushed--" he stammered, cut off by a chair thrown in his direction, nearly crashing into the computer but leaving it unscathed. "Well, figure it out, or I'll do the same to you!"

Quid pro quo time. He did a, probably in his mind a small little bit of help. But the look on her face, as she peered at the elevator. Then back to him. She smiled. "Well, don't say I didn't do nothing for you then. I might be a adrenaline junkie, fueled by chaos and danger. But never say I'm not generous!" She took off for the elevator as her ear began to itch. 911, what's your emergency? "Break-in at star labs. Lots of injured people. Gonna be more in a bit. Don't worry. They probably deserve it."

And then she hung up as she looked down the elevator shaft. Couldn't see the bottom, not that she cared with the way she just took one step forward and began her fast plummeting descent. No other thought in her head at that moment, other than. Is it saturday? It feels like a saturday. Oh hey. She can see the bottom. Specifically an elevator. CRUNCH And now, she was inside the elevator, staring up to look at the hole she left, then down at the impact dent in the floor. "Mm, I think I'm putting on some weight."

But now that she was on the right track and assumedly, the right floor. She took her first steps off the vertically gifted, but horizontally challenged transportation, metaphorically cracked her knuckles and followed, shortly by a. "Heeeeeey-o, is it saturday today. Or is it a sunday?" Then she paused, tilted her head. "Eh, probably doesn't matter!" As she took off down the hallway at a dead sprint, her bootsteps a heavy, bassline echo. The expression on her face full of anticipatory glee as she rounded a corner, then another and probably two more. She wasn't paying attention at this point. Just followed the sound of voices, until she found herself at the threshold of an office.

When she saw Alpha, a grin spread along her face. "Ooooo, big guy! You look like a load of fffffunnnn." Before springing forward, head tucked behind upraised fists as she cleared the last meter and a half with a whip-fast lunging right, straight for his stomach. "Nice to meet'cha."

For Alpha, the way he took in the world around him was a bit different than it was for others. In a broad sense, he was marginally aware of how others were feeling around him, from picking up the slightest tinge of melancholy from one person or the tiniest hint of joy from another. But in a much more specific sense, in fights like this, he felt the intent to attack from others like a sharp jab to his frontal lobe.

In this case, the jab was so violent and intense that Alpha was almost thrown off balance by it. The raw ecstatic malice directed towards him in that moment came like a shockwave, and turning his body, Alpha was barely able to move his body. She came close, and the speed of her fist combined with the proximity actually caused a tear to open in Alpha's suit along his right side. "Don't try it."

Without so much as a second thought, Alpha raised his fist, locked his feet, and aimed right for the back of the Panzer's head. Eyes glowing brighter, fury coursing through his veins, but maybe, just maybe, there was a tinge of worry to his action in this moment- Abby was a lot stronger than anything he'd faced in practice scenarios before. He'd have to end this fight quickly, or he wouldn't make it out of there at all.

Close. So close, she felt just the barest contact as her knuckles simply grazed and tore a gash in Alpha's suit. That was enough to coax a little more joy out of her; a little laugh, in spite of the potential danger. "Ooo, you're quick. Not a whole lotta finesse though." She mumbled under her breath as she kicked off with her back leg, used the momentum to pivot around on her other foot.

So, she came face to face with the fist instead. This was a fight after all and she honestly couldn't let herself get suckered like that. Ebony arms shot up as her head ducked down, turtling behind the clunky looking limbs. The punch connected and she, not for a lack of trying, skidded back a good two meters. "Right, right, social distancing. Got it.... shit, did I forget my mask at home? Hey, you got a spare mask?" Before rapidly closing the distance, body shifting from side to side, before snapping off a quick flurry of jabs, body twisting into the right handed double whammies. A smile creeping up on her face as she jerked a hard left, stepping in suddenly to follow up the one two combo with a sudden hook for alpha's head, turning the one two into a delayed 1-2-3 combo.

A specialty from her cage fighting days. Before she got a terminal case of lead poisoning, then brought back to life as, pretty much, a brain in a jar. But it was a jar with as much durability as a lightly armored vehicle. And an intense craving for fighting and wanton, adrenaline pumping carnage.

"Come on, try and have some fun bud. S'what I'm doin."

She was fast. Much too fast. Even using his intuitive empathic dangersense, Alpha was having trouble keeping up with her movements. Even if he could see an attack coming a millisecond before it happened, that still didn't give him nearly enough time to properly react. Before she even threw a punch, she just kept on talking, as if trying to confuse Alpha with her words as well as her concussive blows. "What in the world are you talking about?"

But those punches still came. Alpha did his best to move, block, counter in some capacity- but where he had slow, biological muscle, she had non-stop, mechanical power. The first punch connected with his shoulder, and the next with a raised forearm that attempted to slow the blow to some extent, to no avail. But as that hook came in...

Well, he was a bit angry. Alpha actually leaned in to the fist, letting it crunch against his jaw at its full force, all so that he could put his palm, glowing bright green with a starbolt, as close to the Panzer's face as he could. "What you're doing is getting out of my way," he said, eyes a furious emerald, like two green suns.

Yeah yeah yeah! This was what she was craving right now. The pulse pounding, adrenaline spiking drumbeat of a fight, nothing more, nothing less. Did she care about the two mooks in the back? She gave em a gander from the corner of her periphery and made the conclusion that, no. They weren't worth a second look. She was simply having far, far too much fun just laying into the orange tinted punching bag.

Even when he leaned into her hook. Deadened some of the impact. Smart. She liked him more and more as the seconds ticked by. "Oooh, hey, that was a smart thing to do. Y'know, leaning into my punch like th-" Wham. The bolt slammed into her face, vision filling with a field of white and green as she flew across the room and in a rather comedic moment. Through a wall. Or two. And for a moment there was simply silence. Save, maybe, the sound of debris clattering to the floor. But there wasn't a sign of Panzer.

"Ouch. That's got some sting to it my dude~" But her voice rang clear. "Plasma, right?" She continued, cracking her jaw from side to side. "If I were made of meat that might've caused some burns, too." A soft keening hum, like a distant turbine warming itself up, built up in the other room as she put grabbed hold of the hold with her right hand, face all smiles if a bit sooty and positively... glowing at the same time. "Thanks for the juice though." She brought her left arm upas a faint green tint emanated from her palm. "Makes me wonder if you'd like a bit of pep in your step."

Before thrusting the limb, palm outward at Alpha, the look on her face positively manic with excitement as a baseball sized 'bolt' of energy zipped free from the woman's built in pep gun, straight for Alpha's gut.

Alpha really hoped that would be it. He'd put a lot of his energy into that starbolt blast, and he was starting to feel the effects of fatigue. It was a subtle feeling, but it was definitely creeping into his muscles. And at first, it seemed like he'd succeeded- off Panzer went, slamming through not one, but two fully metal walls from the force of the explosion. "...Good ridd-" he started, only to hear her voice once more. He swore under his breath, turning back to the hole in the wall.

And not a second too late. She really did talk too much, but it gave him a bit of time to realize what she was doing. Not enough time to get out of the way, not enough time to try to intercept the projectile that was coming right for his stomach, but enough time to do something. He moved, hand coming up, glowing brightly with a similarly green plasma to the pulsed energy Panzer had flung his way. He had to hope this would work, or else this fight was over for him. Might as well end it for the both of them.

Alpha's glowing hand collided with the pulsed energy projectile, and along with it, pain wracked his whole arm in an instant. However, the plasma of his starbolt had temporarily "caught" the other plasma like glue, and though it burned his hand, and was already making his left side feel limp, he managed to dig his left leg in and throw he projectile back, right at Panzer. If it hit, it would have some of the residual power of her attack... as well as the added power of a full starbolt strike. If not... well.

Alpha had already collapsed. He turned his head, groaning slightly, and shouted. "Get out of here! Pull it! Go!"

There was a moment of apprehension in the air. A sort of anxious worry when she thought her little pep blast had struck it's target. She didn't expect, nor account for that and she was caught off guard. But not quite flatfooted. Things slowed down to a crawl and from her point of view, it was like a trash wreck in motion, but everything was...sticky, like the whole scene was gummed up with a thick syrup. Slow and steady and completely, well, fucked. She didn't really mean to kick into overdrive. But her body picked up the spike in cortisol and all of those fancy bits of tech, reacted accordingly.

Synapses and neurons where pushed past their limits as she began to slip around the attack. She couldn't avoid it fully as it caught her just barely on the shoulder and sent her careening, quite like a top, into several cubicles with a clattering crash bang. And for another hard moment, it was quiet again. For about five seconds, before she staggered back to her feet with a grin.

Before assuming a neutral position. Face all grins. "You win." And cracking her neck to one side. "That was pretty fuckin good, kid. Now go on and take yer shit. I'm not really up for a fight anymore. Think ya buggered my arm up." She was gonna have to get one of her techies to take a look at that when she got back. Something must've gotten cracked or bent as she tried to flex her hand. Barely got a single response from a single finger. "Helluva punch though. And that was a miss! You're fun. I like you." Before pointing at him with her good hand and extended a thumbs up in his direction. "Now go on and git, you got what you came for. I still need to find what I came for."