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Roberta vs Deathstroke vs Terminator - The Battle

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-ONE DAY PRIOR, WESTERN EUROPE-

 
Koko sat at the table with Jonah, the woman normally wore a smile to fit her pale skin and silverfish white hair and clothes. However, the lost of her bodyguard, one of the best, and quite possibly her lover to some people; it clipped something in her. And Jonah could sense it. They knew why they were here, and Koko herself had to keep her normal façade, a smile that made her seem uncaring of the word, yet at the same time, as mischievous and sly as a fox.


“I heard you were one of the very best in the business. I see you dress well for the role. I apologize for making you meet me in person in contrast to phone or internet.” She stated. The man stood over her and Jonah, taking note of the Middle Eastern boy.


“Just tell your snipers that I could’ve had you dead by now if I wanted. Make it quick. Whose the target?” he asked. Koko handed her guy a picture.


“Rosarita Cisneros. Of the Lovelace Family in Venezuela.” She stated. The man picked up the picture and turned.


“That’s all I need. The pay is normal fee. And keep the tea.” He said. The assassin walked off, leaving the two.


“Why don’t you handle her yourself?” Jonah asked, not bothering to look up.


“I want her to feel the same pain. However, I’m not risking any more lives of my men. And afterall, if he fails, well we don’t have to pay a dime and can just use the project by making Venezuela a bigger hellhole than it is now.” She stated. Jonah looked in confusion. Was she referring to the Jormungand Project? Or something else? A woman with a poker face like that can be hard to read. Thats when the ground shook. Confused; Koko and Jonah turned and saw a woman approaching them. The woman… for some ungodly reason, was stark nude… and was looking directly at Koko.


“Your clothes. I like them.”

 

 The man himself was one of the best in the business. Then again, he was still pissed that the last man who hired him sent him to his death. If not for Ra’s Al Ghul’s Lazarus Pit, then he probably wouldn’t have came back at all. Once he got his money, he intended to make the man who got him killed pay… with interest.

 

RANDOM PUB IN VENEZEULA, TODAY

 

 A woman pushed away some pig trying to grope her, yelling at him.


“Hey, I’m a dancer, not a prostitute!” she yelled. The man snickered like the drunk he was.


“C’on chica, I got the money. Just get on yer knees and-”


 The woman slapped him again, this time with the bottle of gin she was drinking. The man went out like a light. With a disgruntled groan, the woman slammed some Bolivar on the table and requested a new bottle. The bartender sighed and went to the backroom. His personal armory shared this room, mostly in case of shoot outs. It sure would suck if somebody was to appear here.


Sure. Would. Suck.

 

Vzz-vv-viizzzzzz!!

 

-A MINUTE LATER-

 

BRA-KROOM!!

 

 The Terminator glanced around. There were reports of Sarah Conner’s latest intrusions in this country of all places. Evidently, she made a new friend and joined an all new organization: the BSAA. Alongside this was a new task: track down and execute Garcia Lovelace, somebody who would serve as a connection to John in the future. His mission success didn’t change. Seek and destroy. Of course, he had to make sure his weapons were in check. And it was almost hysterical how easy he found them. Of course, his location could’ve been better. As the startled woman ran from the man, he turned and walked down a dirt road.


 The 6’ machine didn’t take long to find the Lovelace Manor. It did stick out like a sore thumb. At the same time, there was some man who had a strange taste in clothing. His orange and black mask, black bodysuit, and arsenal of weaponry which consisted of a broadsword, a few pistols, uzis, and a sniper rifle really seemed unnessicary, especially since he had to get through customs with these. It didn’t matter. The Terminator grabbed his first weapon at hand: a Hardballer sidearm.


“Get out of the way,” he demanded, aiming the sidearm at the man. His foe turned to him, holding a pistol.


“Afraid I got here first. If you’re after Cisneros, then get in line.” He stated. The sound of footsteps approached the gates, and a maid was standing before them.


“’I’m afraid Sir Garcia isn’t in at the moment. Please return another time…” she said in a soft spoken voice. That was until she took a better look at the wide array of weaponry.


“Or never at all.”


 The Terminator glanced at her. “When will he be back?” he asked, deciding to stick to the mission in a patient matter. The assassin next to him on the other hand… had his target in his line of (somehow decent) sight.


“Afraid I’m not here for Garcia.” He said, holding his pistol up.


“But for you. Now come quietly, and the mansion stands. Cisneros” He threatened. The maid glared and performed a curtsy, allowing a few grenades to drop and rolled under the gate.


“Forgive me… but I refuse.”


 The melee de trios, had begun.

 

FIGHT!!

 

[Song: Don’t Stop]

 

 Roberta hopped back, allowing the grenades to explode in rapid succession. The gate may have been destroyed, but she could always repair it. As she cupped her fists; she allowed a pair of duo uzis to slip into her grasp. A smart move too as Deathstroke leapt from the smoke with minor scrapes of shrapnel in his suit. He came down with a pair of katanas, an idiotic move in her eyes.


 Before the maid could fire however; the she sensed something and rolled to the side. This forced Deathstroke to land his swords against the ground and give chase. The Terminator was unharmed and ready to fight. He scanned the area and saw the two heading to the east side of the yard. Without saying a word, he gave chase.

 Roberta was still concentrated on Deathstroke during this; dodging the sword swings with ease. As the assassin began to grow infuriated,
he threw the swords aside and switched for his own heckler & Koch. The assassin open fired, only to see Roberta sprinting to the side while firing the uzis. He mimicked the moves, running to her side. The bullets missed each time, some did manage to snare Roberta’s dress however. The maid ignored this and noticed a few scarves on the assassin’s sleeves. She took a glance when he eventually ran low and used this as her chance to throw one of the uzis.


 Deathstroke on the other hand; was quicker on the draw. He dodged the flying uzi and grabbed a combat knife, tossing it at Roberta’s head. The maid smirked and caught it between her teeth; shattering it like one would bite off a piece of candy. The assassin looked in shock as Roberta hopped and spun in the air, firing the last uzi bullets at him.


 The assassin was still quicker. He backflipped away from the bullets and stopped the second Roberta landed. The maid went for a sweep kick the instant she landed, forcing her body low to the ground as she threw it. The assassin hopped, swinging his own leg in a spin to keep a bit of momentum. When he landed, he used his right arm to block the resulting swing from Roberta’s leg the second she spun upwards. The maid quickly let her leg back before the assassin could grab his other knife and ripped her uniform open.


 Instead of a strip show; she used the dress as a distraction, throwing it in the assassin’s face. Deathstroke decided to switch from a knife to one of his guns just in case his foe was hiding something. His Beretta 92 FS was the perfect tool. Taking the sidearm; he fired several times, tearing the maid uniform into shreds. When he finally got to see the other side, he was shocked to see the woman wasn’t there at all.


 Instead; she was right beside him. And she had the upperhand.

 

 -THWACK!!-

 

 The woman had her special brass knuckles on; spiked for additional damage. She hit directly at the side of his head, at least close to the upper part of the skull. As Deathstroke staggered; Roberta continued the assault with a series of well-placed blows to his chest, stomach, chin, and face. Before she could end it by using the actual blade to stab the assassin’s neck; Deathstroke caught her wrist. He was barely able to keep her from reaching him. But it was enough. He tried to aim his Berretta; but something hit him hard in the back.


“Get out of my way.” Warned the Terminator as he kept his Hardballer aimed directly at the two. As Deathstroke stumbled; he looked up in annoyance.


“You missed him as well.” He mocked. Roberta clicked her tongue and ran to the back of the mansion, leaving the two to their devices. As Deathstroke growled, he noticed the Terminator aiming the Hardballer and decided to make a quick escape.


“I’ll deal with you later.” He announced. He tossed a specially made flash bomb in the air and it went off, covering the Terminator’s view in nothing but pure white.


 When his sights cleared; the Terminator simply looked around. He had one thing to say at this point.
 

“Asshole.”

 

[Song: Deathstroke Theme]

 

 Deathstroke used his grappling gun to gain instant access to the top of the mansion. His suit protected him from the powerful pistol. If not for that, he would’ve had to rely on his healing factor. Scurrying across the roof, he crouched at an optimal position and set up his AR-15. Taking a look through the scope; he glanced around what appeared to be a large and beautiful garden.


“I know you’re around there woman.” He hissed to himself. As he improved the scope, he noticed something. One of the patches seemed off by a mere bit. Nothing unusual to anyone who doesn’t have crippling OCD; but to a vet, this meant one thing.


“So, she set up a few traps in case I followed her? A fast worker I’ll give her that.” He stated. As he prepared to continue his search, he heard the sound of a window breaking… from INSIDE the mansion.


“You’re quick.” He complimented, turning around with the AR-15 and firing it without hesitation. The bullet was stopped in an instant… by an umbrella.


“What the f-?”


 Before he could finish; Roberta grinned and pulled the trigger behind the improvised umbrella. A SPAS-12 Shotgun was her weapon this time.

 

BLAM!!

 

 Deathstroke was quick enough to roll to the side, dodging a series of shotgun blasts by simply rolling before the woman could pull the trigger. This was merely angering Roberta more and more. At the same time, she was impressed at how well he was doing.


 As Deathstroke tried to keep his footing, he knew he had no choice but to hop off, he was running out of roof at this point. With a quick backflip; he spun off the roof and landed harmlessly on the ground, using his hands and leg as a cushion for his body. He looked up with his AR-15 and fired a grenade from the socket, hoping that Roberta was dumb enough to look overhead.


 Thankfully for her; she wasn’t. As the explosion rattled the roof, she grinned.


“AR-15. Upgraded with a grenade launcher round. Impressive.” She said to herself. The sensation of this worthy foe gave her the grin, and the lust for the hunt. However, she heard a faint gunshot and remembered… that giant of a man who arrived with him!

 

-Living Room-


“Fabiola!? Fabiola!? I-I’m on my way! Be there okay?” screamed a panicked Garcia over the phone. The body of his second battle-ready maid laid slumped against the wall, a bullet hole ripped clean through her forehead, leaving a large splatter of blood against the wall. In her hand was a China Lake grenade launcher. And the man… machine that did her in, was standing with the Hardballer in hand.


 He glanced around and heard footsteps upstairs, followed by a second pair approaching from inside the house. The first pair hurried first, and they belonged to a horrified Roberta. She looked in horror as her fellow maid was slumped over, deceased.


 The maid began to hyperventilate… and screamed in terror. Said scream forced Deathstroke to hurry to the living room and turn. The sight of the dead Fabiola entered his view in an instant, and it enraged him to see this. A bystander was killed now.


“You…” he hissed. Before he could finish gathering his thoughts; he grabbed his uzis and roared, firing away at the Terminator. At the same time; Roberta kicked open the wall to reveal a Barret M82 hidden in it. She didn’t even need to aim at this point. She simply pointed and fired at the Terminator, who was shrugging off the uzi rounds. The Barrett on the otherhand… sent him crashing through the fireplace. Deathstroke decided to assist the woman by revamping his AR-15 and firing a single grenade from it. As the grenade landed on the Terminator; Roberta fired again.

 

BOOM!!

 

 The entire mansion began to shake and crumble apart, tumbling down around the three. Roberta didn’t hesitate to jump through a window while Deathstroke grabbed the corpse of Fabiola and ran out. As the mansion collapsed, he laid the body down and studied it.


“Killed instantly. Right through the brain.” He hissed. The assassin may have hunted down superhuman teenagers. But at least he had a reason. This time… This was just unnecessary.


 As he closed Fabiola’s eyes, he stood and decided to see about canceling the mission… at least that was his thought before Roberta’s screams set him off.


 The assassin quickly turned and fired the final grenade, hitting nothing but watching the explosion. To his surprise; Roberta was using this as a diversion.


Shes snapped. She thinks I’m in league with that bastard.” He thought. As Deathstroke tossed the rifle away, hoping to show his innocence, he looked in pure shock as he saw Roberta coming from the side of the now ruined mansion with a flintlock pistol. Her tears clouding her eyes; she began to fire away. The assassin growled and realized his goal. It would be no use breaking it into her skull… at least the words anyway.


 Dodging the bullets, he began to sprint towards Roberta, who began to use not the musket; but a suitcase as a shield. Deathstroke’s fist made a clean contact with it, and even managed to dent it. Before he could attempt anything; he felt something hit his waist a good four times. He crouched down and noticed that she had hidden bullets in her belt as well.


“Clever girl.” He complimented. As he began to heal, he grabbed his broadsword and, much to Roberta’s shock; managed to ram it through her stomach.


“A shame you likely haven’t met someone who can heal this fast. You may have won otherwise.” He remarked. As Roberta began to tear up, she turned the suitcase and opened a secret compartment.


 Deathstroke barely had time to blink before he rolled to the side; evading the machinegun fire from inside the case. As he watched the woman struggle for breath, he reached and grabbed a bowie knife. Before he could skin the woman alive, he remembered something his employer requested and placed the knife back.


“Oh, and please, when you kill her. Do it by bashing her face in. All the way until theres NOTHING left but meat and skull fragments. Please?”


 Deathstroke did think it could be a way to release some of the stress he just went through at this point… but he knew Roberta deserved to know the truth.


 “Nothing personal. Your friends waiting for you on the other side. And don’t worry, I wasn’t hired to kill her. Just you.” He said. Roberta glared at him, revealing one last grenade she had hidden in the back of her pants pocket… with the pin removed.


“Fuck you. Fuck you… FUCK YOU!!”


 The assassin cursed again and hopped back, watching as Roberta blew herself up in a last attempt to bring down the man. He chuckled as he looked at the destruction.


“Just another day on the job.” He said to himself. Before he could turn towards the gate, he heard the sound of falling bricks.

 

[Song: Judgement Day]


 “You have got to be kidding me.” He said in annoyance. The man that he and Roberta just blew up was still alive!? To his surprise, he could see why and how.

 A metallic outline resembling a skeletal body; its emotionless face glaring at him, the chestplate opening to reveal a specialized rifle that he grabbed without warning; the machine was ready to end the threat before him. And maybe, just maybe; execute the last target he was sent to destroy.


 Deathstroke ran to the side; dodging a blast of plasma-like energy. He was running low on weapons, a bad sign. And from what he could see: the machine still had a minigun, grenade launcher, and whatever the hell was in its hand. The machine kept firing, trying to land even a single hit. That’s when Deathstroke had an idea.


 Slowly making an approach; he saw the machine throw down the plasma rifle and pick up the minigun.


“You’re making this easy.” Mocked the assassin.


 With a hop; Deathstroke revealed a staff hidden away with his broadsword. As the Terminator’s minigun revved up; Deathstroke pressed a button.

 

Vrrrrmmm

 

 A single hit from the energy it emmited would destroy this being hopefully. And with the minigun firing, tearing into his arms and chest; Deathstroke rammed it into his foe’s chest. The force was great enough to cause the two to crash through the debris. The lance ripped into the Terminator’s chest, hitting something vital.

 

ENERGY FUEL CELLS RUPTURED. DISPOSE IMMEDIATELY

 

 The machine had an idea. He was learning. As Deathstroke rubbed the lance to make sure the machine was down, he prepared to leave. However, something grabbed his ankle.


“Still alive? I guess I should’ve known.” Stated the assassin. As he turned; he saw the Terminator climbing up, ripping something out of his own’s chest. Deathstroke realized the object immediately and tried to punch his foe away. The Terminator didn’t budge an inch. Instead, he shoved the ruptured core into the assassin’s chest. His superior strength allowing for such an accomplishment.


 As Deathstroke roared in pain; the Terminator took his minigun and used the barrel to smash it against the assassin’s skll, stunning him just long enough to kick him off the rubble. To ensure his own safety; the machine turned and tumbled down the other side of the rubble and laid low.

 

BRA-KROOM!!

 

 The explosion nearly melted him into the ground, but it didn destroy the area surrounding him. His mission wasn’t complete just yet. With what was the home of a rich family now reduced to soot and ash; he stood and saw his target: a young blonde Hispanic boy looking in terror. Taking up the minigun, he aimed.

“You. Are. Terminated.”

 

K.O


Wendy: “I didn’t expect that at all actually.”


Hakuboshi: “Understandable. Afterall, between these three; Deathstroke seemed to be the best candidate for the victory. However, the Terminator barely won due to his prime functions: to terminate those around him. Being a learning machine, the Terminator would pick up on Roberta and Deathstroke quickly, it doesn’t help that Roberta’s insanity would play into its hands.”


Wendy: “Also, it would be more likely for Deathstroke and Roberta to fight first; not just due to plot but also because of similarities. Even if they knew the Terminator, chances are that Roberta would fight Deathstroke first, assuming hes the stronger while the Terminator would end up learning even faster. Also, his weapons, while limited; are superior to both of their weaponry, the plasma rifle would be an unknown to Roberta whereas the hydrogen fuel cells would be hard even for Deathstroke to avoid.”


Hakuboshi: “Also, while Deathstroke is superior in intelligence, agility, and adaptability; hes outmatched by the Terminator in endurance (even if it can be destroyed by a strong enough explosion), strength, and sheer force. In the end, Roberta’s insanity did her in, Deathstroke ended up feeding more info, and the Terminator just had to adjust quickly.”


Wendy: “Guess this contract just got sealed. The winner is the Terminator.”

 

 Roberta

+Most creative use of weaponry

+Doesn’t slow down when in her Bloodhound state, arguably more powerful

+Easily rivals Terminator in power and Deathstroke in tactics

+Has the most surprises in store

-Most traps are useless against both Deathstroke and Terminator

-Insanity may make her dangerous, but also feeds info to both a lot quicker


Deathstroke

+The best in hand-to-hand

+Best close-ranged weaponry

+Superior thinker when on the fly

+Most experienced thanks to dealing with superhumans and not just cyborgs or militaries

+Overall best in stamina, reflexes, and tactician

-Body armor isn’t too useful against Terminator or Roberta’s stronger weapons

-Lacks the same destructive or stopping weapons outside of the AR-15


Terminator

+The most resilience

+Overall superior arsenal in terms of weaponry choice and stopping power

+Futuristic rifle is foreign to both Deathstroke and Roberta

+Has combat data on Earth weapons

+Fast learner

+/-Hydrogen fuel cells can be a nuke when ruptured

-Easiest target


Roberta (c) VIZ Media, Young King OURS

Deathstroke (c) DC Comics
The Terminator (c) Orion Pictures
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LOL Why is Roberta even in this? Deathstroke doesn't even need his healing factor to beat her. She can't even even hit him. He's faster than freaking Spider-Man.