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Authors: Leif Sterling
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above the rest of the team in the black uniforms. “Yeah, I bet they are all here for him.”
Roland watched the big man. “He’s huge. What team is that?”
Skylar recognized their logo as they got closer. “Allied Robotics. That’s Pinnacle's biggest competitor.”
“And they got twenty-nine people to support their one contestant?”
Skylar took another sip of her water. “I’m sure they want to show up Pinnacle at their own game.”
Roland watched the huge group line up behind the light blue team. “I like them already.”
The big man was wearing black athletic shorts and a sleeveless shirt. Both of his arms and his legs were a light blue metallic color. His muscular head sported a two inch mohawk.
Roland whispered to Skylar. “He’s got droid arms and legs!”
Skylar turned her head slightly to see. “He’s got to be pushing that sixty percent limit.”
Roland nodded and watched as the big man pushed his own people out of the way to get to the front of his group. “Looks like a real nice guy.”
Then the big man tapped Enrique on the shoulder. “Hey, the little squealer came back this year. I missed having you as a punching bag.”
Enrique turned around. “Duke, what an unpleasant surprise.”
Duke shifted his massive bulk and grinned hideously at Enrique. “You look more pathetic than last year. Shouldn’t you have at least tried to train? You have taken all the fun out of crushing you again.”
People in the line were turning around to watch the outburst from Duke.
Enrique crossed his arms and stood his ground. “All those upgrades, and you are still so ugly. You’d think your team could have fixed your face by now. Maybe they could give you a conscious, too, so you wouldn’t cheat anymore.”
Duke put a beefy metallic blue finger on Enrique’s shoulder and gave it a shove. “Cheating? I do whatever it takes to win! You wouldn’t understand, because your DNA is programmed for losing!” Duke laughed obnoxiously at his own joke.
A member of Duke’s team, also dressed in black, ran from the back of the group and grabbed Duke’s arm. “Duke! Stop! This isn’t the place. Save it for the Games.”
Duke flipped his wrist and the man stumbled backwards. “Back off, Coach! Duke turned his attention back to Enrique and shook his fist in front of his face. “How about a little preview of what this season is going to be like?”
Pinnacle's security started heading towards the two contestants.
Enrique smiled. “Please take a swing at me. It would be worth it to get you disqualified right now before the games even begin!”
The coach tried again. “Duke, don’t do anything to get disqualified. C’mon. Just walk away.”
Duke turned towards the coach. “I’m getting real tired of your constant nagging, Coach.”
“I’m here to help you. Now, just chill out,” said the coach.
Duke reached out and grabbed his coach by the neck with one hand and lifted him off the ground. “I don’t want your help. You’re fired.” Duke began to squeeze his hand together. The coach’s face began turning red as he struggled against Duke’s iron grip.
Roland ran over to help the coach being strangled. “Hey! Let him go!”
Duke dropped his coach and turned to Roland. “Who are you, little leprechaun?”
Roland helped the coach up. “Back off! Go simmer down.”
Duke took a step towards Roland and then talked loud enough for everyone around to hear. “Anyone lose an insignificant support staffer? Looks like your bag boy got loose. Come get him before I teach him some manners.”
The security team arrived and helped the coach off to the side and a medic began to check him over.
Roland stood up straight. “I’m here to compete.”
Duke laughed loudly. “In what? Can’t be the Tech Games. You got no metal, so you can’t be a hybrid and you’re too plain to be a digital. Just what are you competing in?”
Skylar stood there silently fuming. Roland, don’t draw any more
Roland watched the big man. “He’s huge. What team is that?”
Skylar recognized their logo as they got closer. “Allied Robotics. That’s Pinnacle's biggest competitor.”
“And they got twenty-nine people to support their one contestant?”
Skylar took another sip of her water. “I’m sure they want to show up Pinnacle at their own game.”
Roland watched the huge group line up behind the light blue team. “I like them already.”
The big man was wearing black athletic shorts and a sleeveless shirt. Both of his arms and his legs were a light blue metallic color. His muscular head sported a two inch mohawk.
Roland whispered to Skylar. “He’s got droid arms and legs!”
Skylar turned her head slightly to see. “He’s got to be pushing that sixty percent limit.”
Roland nodded and watched as the big man pushed his own people out of the way to get to the front of his group. “Looks like a real nice guy.”
Then the big man tapped Enrique on the shoulder. “Hey, the little squealer came back this year. I missed having you as a punching bag.”
Enrique turned around. “Duke, what an unpleasant surprise.”
Duke shifted his massive bulk and grinned hideously at Enrique. “You look more pathetic than last year. Shouldn’t you have at least tried to train? You have taken all the fun out of crushing you again.”
People in the line were turning around to watch the outburst from Duke.
Enrique crossed his arms and stood his ground. “All those upgrades, and you are still so ugly. You’d think your team could have fixed your face by now. Maybe they could give you a conscious, too, so you wouldn’t cheat anymore.”
Duke put a beefy metallic blue finger on Enrique’s shoulder and gave it a shove. “Cheating? I do whatever it takes to win! You wouldn’t understand, because your DNA is programmed for losing!” Duke laughed obnoxiously at his own joke.
A member of Duke’s team, also dressed in black, ran from the back of the group and grabbed Duke’s arm. “Duke! Stop! This isn’t the place. Save it for the Games.”
Duke flipped his wrist and the man stumbled backwards. “Back off, Coach! Duke turned his attention back to Enrique and shook his fist in front of his face. “How about a little preview of what this season is going to be like?”
Pinnacle's security started heading towards the two contestants.
Enrique smiled. “Please take a swing at me. It would be worth it to get you disqualified right now before the games even begin!”
The coach tried again. “Duke, don’t do anything to get disqualified. C’mon. Just walk away.”
Duke turned towards the coach. “I’m getting real tired of your constant nagging, Coach.”
“I’m here to help you. Now, just chill out,” said the coach.
Duke reached out and grabbed his coach by the neck with one hand and lifted him off the ground. “I don’t want your help. You’re fired.” Duke began to squeeze his hand together. The coach’s face began turning red as he struggled against Duke’s iron grip.
Roland ran over to help the coach being strangled. “Hey! Let him go!”
Duke dropped his coach and turned to Roland. “Who are you, little leprechaun?”
Roland helped the coach up. “Back off! Go simmer down.”
Duke took a step towards Roland and then talked loud enough for everyone around to hear. “Anyone lose an insignificant support staffer? Looks like your bag boy got loose. Come get him before I teach him some manners.”
The security team arrived and helped the coach off to the side and a medic began to check him over.
Roland stood up straight. “I’m here to compete.”
Duke laughed loudly. “In what? Can’t be the Tech Games. You got no metal, so you can’t be a hybrid and you’re too plain to be a digital. Just what are you competing in?”
Skylar stood there silently fuming. Roland, don’t draw any more
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