I may be updating this as I go on. Busy and I come up with new ideas
Name: Mega-O6 Type 66 [nick: Omega, Daddy, Pops]
Gender: Unknown [male implied]
Species: Formerly Larepin
Height: 7'0"
Weight: 1,100lbs
It wakes with a loud, throat curling growl... or was it a scream? In terror? It focuses on what it can feel at first due to its vision being blurry. It goes through what any sapient creature would call 'normal' in trying to ascertain the condition of it's body. It paused for a moment, realizing it could not feel its arms, legs, or even most of its body, but it can still move. It felt tremendous pressure on its chest, cold metallic.... but the heart was not right. It felt like every beat rubbed metal on metal. In partial shock, it attempted to turn itself on the floor before realizing it isn't exposed to the elements, rather it is inside a suit. The heavy breathing fogging up the front glass plate of what it can see.
It was a suit of some kind. Heavy, extremely heavy, and damp on the external. Vision is difficult, only one glass viewport up front. It looks to its right and on its arm is a massive multibarreled weapon. Not drafted to the arm as it can feel its fingers underneath, gripping some kind of mechanism to hold the weapon. A similar feel in its massive left hand, a knife? Or rather a massive two feet long bayonet, a bayonet still attacked to a large caliber barrel apparently torn off from whatever it came from. Thinking about what it is, it suddenly notices the muzzle under its eyes. A sort of dark cream colored fur, with a spat of brown on the sides. It couldn't tell as the glass in the suit wasn't reflective.
It stands slowly, shakily as it cannot feel its limbs, rather the limbs of the suit seem to move with it. Surrounding the heavily armored form was a pattering of mechanical pieces and bodies.
"Oh! One DID wake up! Joyous!"
It looks up at the sound, muffled by the heavy armor but no less audible. It was some kind of gray colored vulpine drafted with mechanical parts on its body.
"You never cease to impress me, Mega-O6! And your hearing works too! Splendid! Now I won't have to go lop off someone's ears to fix yours! ...wait, where's the fun in that? Where is my hatchet?"
It was Ezgo
Mega-O6...?, it thought to itself, looking at Ezgo with curiosity...... but inside a burning rage burns. It doesn't understand why. It emits a low pitch, deep throaty growl, slowly leaning forward in aggression.
"And your vocal and auditory systems! Glorious! Now don't growl at me again, or I'll do the same to you that I had to do to Mega-O5! I bet you're wondering why you're called Mega-O6! Well, I need creativity! So I took the 'O' in 'Omega', cleaved it off, and stuck it on the back with a few stitches, just like your kidney! Not that you really need it anymore anyways, Omega 6."
It stands straighter, appearing to tilt it's head, O....5....My... kidney...?. It growls again, leaning forward, raising the knife and slowly walking forward. Inside its mind it realizes something is deeply amiss. It cannot remember, but it knows.
"That's what Omega 4 did! He growled and walked! I was so proud! Like a father who just saw his son light his first house on fire! Although he didn't raise his blade to his father. Oh oh! Speaking of weapons! See that big gun on your arm? Well, you SHOULD know it. As long as O3's brain joined yours correctly."
Monster.... Omega thought, despite his shattered memory it was the best word he could imagine. He looked up at Ezgo, feeling anger in his rigged heart... then suddenly he hears a sorrowful, youthful whine behind him. He spins quickly on his feet with disturbing speed, as if recognizing the noise. He sees an incomplete suit of armor, much like the one he wears but much smaller. It lets out cries of pain that tears into the gut of Omega.
"Silence, O7! I want to hear more of your father's voice! Speak more Omega! I want to hear you roar!" he laughs maniacally.
Omega's eyes go wide inside the helmet, stricken by fear and sorrow, D...daughter!?. Omega spins rapidly again to face Ezgo, glowing red eyes visible behind his faceplace and gattling gun raised. He fires a fiery torrent of large caliber rounds at Ezgo, tearing the balcony of which he stood upon to pieces.
With a loud yell, Ezgo emerges from the debris, "Oh! So you want to harm ME?!"
Omega screamed as loud as his lungs could muster, echoing in his armor and charges at Ezgo.
"Fine! I'll do what daddy always did! Take off his belt and whoop your-"
In a flash of light, the two beings were taken to the Arena...
Attributes
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[Passive]
Lumbering Giant: Omega has tremendous damage mitigation and almost infinite pain threshold. Can never flinch in pain or recoil.
Unstoppable Force: Obstacles or cover any less that pure metal are trampled by its movement.
[Physical]
Very Heavy Armor
Poor acceleration
Can not sprint
[Weapons]
Left Arm: Tainted Bayonet - A grisly, long combat knife that once saw battle. It is unknown where it came from or what weapon it was once attached to. All that matters is that it is large, heavy, sharp, and likely infected with germs.
Piercing/Cutting/Shear Damage + Bacterial Infection DOT
Debuff: Heavy - Tainted Bayonet can only swing once in a single action.
Right Arm: Steam Driven .32 caliber Gattling Gun - A massive menace of wicked technology slapped together by nothing less than a mad scientist. An ammo hungry, heavy, and extremely large weapon, it makes up for the difficulty in aiming and movement for the sake of sheer firepower.
Piercing Damage + Melee Crushing Damage
Debuff: Extremely Heavy - Weapon has poor tracking. Melee swing is slow and easy to dodge, but hurts.
