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NAME: Contemptor
ALLEGIANCE: Decepticon
FUNCTION: Warrior
ALT. MODE [Earth]: 1988 Mack Bicentennial Super Liner
ALT. MODE [Cybertron]: Assault ATV
WEAPONS: Twin-Barrel Plasma Cannon, Kaon Pattern Burst Pistol, Energon War Axe, Chain Lash
HEIGHT: 40ft
QUOTE: “There are no prisoners....only trophies!”
STRENGTH: 7
INTELLIGENCE: 6
DEXTERITY: 6
SPEED: 5
ENDURANCE: 6
COURAGE: 6
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 7
MELEE: 7
TECH SKILL: 5
CHARISMA: 8
RANK:
PROFILE: Contemptor – originally named Hipshot - was once a scout for the Cybertron Army. During the time of peace, and slowly rising Autobot Autocracy, and the greed of Autobot Council, many planets were brought to heel by the armies of Cybertron. Contemptor acted as an advance scout for many of the forces, and had the – some say bad - luck of the draw to be amongst the thickest of the warfare.
Contemptor was originally smaller and more lightly armoured than he is now due to his assigned status within the Cybertron Army. His role usually had him and his team move through tightly packed spaces, or amongst limited or shallow cover. It was one such mission that things would change for Contemptor.
And it was a dark change.
An infiltration mission to a Base Station located in the Merbus System was where things went drastically wrong. The shuttle carrying the 6-bot team touched down in treacherous weather conditions, as a local thunderstorm made the landing more difficult. Contemptor and his five comrades disembarked and began the routine infiltration to establish a beachhead for the main army. The mission was to infiltrate a factory that was in the process of building weapons and other armaments. The poor weather was making things difficult as the ground was soft underfoot. Torrential rainfall turned run-off into small streams, and made the ground into a waterlogged mud-pool. Trees and other large plant life were toppled and broken from the pounding weather. Their route to the munitions factory deviated due to hazards caused by the weather, obstacles and barricades erected by whoever was running the munitions plant. One of the infiltration team had surmised that they knew that Cybertronian’s would come, as tank traps and other mobility inhibitors were present in the place’s defences but unknown to the team, they were being shadowed as they approached the factory, red and gold optics shone dimly in the dark as they watched the six Cybertronian’s scramble towards the munitions plant. The warriors in the shadows let their infiltrators work their way towards the open ground before springing their trap.
Laser fire cut through the darkness and Contemptor watched his teammate’s head explode in a riot of metal and sparks – his brain casing obliterated as his body fell to the ground. The rest of the team scrambled for what shallow cover they could find. Two of them fell almost immediately, smoking holes evidence of their execution. Contemptor made a frenzied attempt to contact the main ship in orbit, but there was no reply to the distress call. Contemptor didn’t want to think it, and as he did, another two of the infiltration team fell in the crossfire, smouldering craters in their chests, the faint glow of their sparks ebbing away. One of the team made it to Contemptor’s position just as a grenade went off. The grenade shredded Contemptor’s left arm, and the left side of his face. His companion was not as fortunate as the grenade had hit, and detonated in his lower torso.
Contemptor fell, his vision blurred with static as the attackers slowly made their presence felt. Injured – Contemptor looked on in shock as he saw the rough shapes of the attackers, the unknown symbol on their bodies adding more to the horror of the decimation of the infiltration team. Contemptor’s injuries were serious, but he managed to drag himself to his feet, his body injured, his mind wracked with pain as the slow realisation of the betrayal sank into his mind. He burned all over as his pain receptors and warnings popped up on his HUD. His journey back was broken; his memory banks were cutting out as stasis lock slowly threatened to kick in. Through the pain, Contemptor boarded the drop-ship, and using his still functioning right arm, badly piloted the ship towards his fallen comrades. Using the autopilot feature the ship landed, and Contemptor tried to stand, but his energy levels were too depleted to move more, and – kicking his systems into repair mode – he collapsed onto the deck of the shuttle.
Several days had passed and Contemptor’s systems began to kick in. He had narrowly averted Stasis Lock, but he was still visibly damaged, for below his left optic, his face was marred with scars, and his left arm was a shattered ruin. Anger and rage filled Contemptor as he looked upon the carnage of the ambush, his comrades were all ruins, dead shells of what they once were. Contemptor dragged their bodies onto the shuttle one by one with his good arm, and made for space. Injured and seething with anger and rage he forced the ship as far as it could go until the drop-ship’s fuel cells ran dry, and in a fit of rage, punched the navigation console and cracked the display monitors.
Sitting alone in the cockpit’s chair, Contemptor looked around at the ruined shells of his comrades, their staring dead optics. He was lost in his own thoughts, and was unaware of the ship that had pulled him into its hangar bay. Contemptor, energy levels depleted, was tired and in no mood to argue with the assortments of aliens and robots onboard. However, through intensive bartering – and using the broken bodies of his fallen teammates as payment – Contemptor effectively bought his way back to Cybertron, and in a double stroke, managed to have paid less than what he had promised the captain of the ship.
Effectively classed as Killed in Action, and making his way into Cybertron’s underbelly, Contemptor – using parts as trade – managed to barter enough components to modify him to be more heavily armoured. He had even heard rumour about an underground gladiator pit. Changing his name from Hipshot to Contemptor, and fighting with the fury of a berserker, it solidified his new found hatred towards all Autobots, and in particular the Autobot Autocracy, He had found his calling in the ranks of the Deceptions’.
ABILITIES:
Robot Flight Mode: Allows Contemptor to attain a flight speed of 150mph
Twin Barrelled Plasma Cannon: Contemptor’s primary weapon is a longer barrelled Plasma Cannon that is partly mounted onto Contemptor’s right forearm. It is an assault weapon, capable of two to three bursts at a time, and is dependent on fuel cell flasks, and being hardwired into the coolant capacitor that is mounted across Contemptor’s shoulder. The plasma cannon is partially mounted because of the coolant fuel lines mounted along Contemptor’s forearm, and along to the dispenser on his back.
Kaon Pattern Burst Pistol: Contemptor’s primary close combat weapon, is a repeating plasma pistol that requires the use of fuel cell flasks as well as coolant cell flasks. Because of its portability, it is unable to utilise the coolant systems in use for the Plasma Cannon
Energon War Axe: A cruel looking hook headed axe that can easily be mistaken as a glaive or halberd because of the orientation of the head. The axe is used for the more up close and personal encounters, and the blade slowly glows with the energy inside it.
Chain Lash: A weapon gleaned from the days of the Gladiator Pit fights. It is nothing more than a series of cybertonium chain, ended with a large pounding head, almost like a mace or flail.
WEAKNESSES: Contemptor’s size has a detriment to his speed and agility. He isn’t the most agile of Deceptions' in general, as his broad size has to allow for him to carry around his primary weapon.
Other weaknesses are the coolant mechanism on his Plasma Cannon; the piping and connectors are unshielded to allow for flexibility in combat. The cannon itself drinks down the fuel cells to empty with just six shots, requiring it to be reloaded constantly. Its other weakness is that the coolant system is mounted onto Contemptor’s back, meaning it is harder to hide behind cover, and that a well placed shot could cripple him.
Contemptor’s close combat pistol has a violent tendency to overheat. The pistol fires a repeater shot of three per burst, but as it is a plasma based weapon – its coolant has to be constantly replaced. At longer ranges, the weapon is increasingly inaccurate.
The Energon Axe is one of the many standard issue close combat weapons that Cybertronian’s use, however due to the depletion of Energon – this weapon currently cannot be used for any length of time.
The chain lash is a long and entangling weapon. It requires more concentration to utilise the Chain lash in combat, making its wielder more prone to sneak attacks, or an ambush
SAMPLE POST: Contemptor stalked through the ruins of the factory, the rubble and metal was scattered and broken throughout as grease-like smears marred random locations of both still standing walls, and twisted wrecks of metal and stone. Proof that there once, life existed.
The outpost on the small planetoid was once home to worker bots and Autobot guards, a small ore processing facility aiding the Autobot cause. It was now reduced to a smouldering ruin. The few guards were damaged, in stasis lock, or dead. The greasy smears on the surfaces testament to the fallen as Contemptor forced his foot down hard on the brain-casing of a downed Autobot Guard. The body twitched as he leant his full weight slowly onto the prone Autobot.
There was the slow groaning sound of the metal beginning to buckle under the pressure and the guard let out a moan of pain.
Contemptor’s features broke into a sinister snarl.
“It seems I missed one...I’m getting very sloppy these days....” A cruel guttural sound rose from Contemptor’s throat. The guard slowly realised that Contemptor was laughing.
Holstering the Plasma Cannon against his back, Contemptor reached down and roughly hauled the injured guard from the ground. A ragged, gaping hole in the guard’s shoulder gave Contemptor a welcome grip, one which he exploited fully.
The guard let out a broken scream of agony as Contemptor’s hand forcefully tore through the damaged sensors and receptors in a vice-like grip.
“...Tell me little Auto-brat...why the interest in this desolate rock? “ He sneered as he slammed the injured Autobot into the wall. Energon shot from the Autobot's mouth and landed on Contemptor's cheek-plate, proof that the Autobot's systems were damaged internally.
“I’ll make it painless...all you have to do is...tell!” He forcefully rattled the 'bot against the ruined wall several times, denting its already broken surface. There was still silence as the Autobot glared back in defiance.
'This is becoming tedious...bah wretches...no wonder they are worthless!' He thought to himself. Contemptor battered the damaged Autobot off the wall again and then, seeing an opportunity, used his Chain Lash to begin hanging the hapless warrior using a bent girder as part of the hoist. Contemptor gave a snarl as he hauled down on the chain, the Autobot being strangled and hung. Contemptor began tormenting the Autobot with his Energon Axe, battering the blade off the broken rubble on the ground as the Autobot’s optics widened. Contemptor began to laugh with glee as he drank in the fear in his opponent. He tortured the injured Guard by swiping the axe back and forth over the Dura-Alloy wall, the shrill clang of the metal and the sparks adding to the terror in the poor Autobot. But apart from the wails of terror, the Autobot said nothing.
“...Gr... You Auto-filth are all the same! Hiding all your dirty little secrets! Maybe I need to be more persuasive!?” The temper in his voice began to break as the guard’s silence began to tear away at Contemptor’s resolve. Drawing his arm back as if to throw a punch, he drove the pointed tip of the axe into the Autobot’s abdomen, the sound of tearing metal, alloy, and endo-structure filled the air with the Autobot’s scream of pain. Contemptor began to laugh with the insanity of a madman as the butchering took over. He thrust his arm upwards, tearing the Autobot open, sending sparks and energon flying, as its' screams filtered into broken static crackles.
Contemptor watched with a twisted grin on his face, as the remaining life-force of his prey, poured into the rubble. He re-holstered his axe and watched absently at the still twitching torso of the Autobot. With a look that mixed contempt with hate, he smashed his fist into the exposed spark casing of his victim and tore it from the shattered body.
His thirst for slaughter finally sated, Contemptor began to wipe the splattered energon from his face; slowly dragging his hand down past his mouth he casually tasted the life-force of his lacklustre foe as he began to retrieve his Chain Lash.
++"Contemptor to Shuttle... I await extraction..."++
the shuttle came into view, and as Contemptor boarded, his final words echoed around the ruined factory
“...All Hail Megatron!”
