#fortnite riptide

[triplethreatt]

[scoutex-butlikearchived]

whatever, DAD

[fortnite-cobalt]

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The following story is a work of fiction. The story is PG-13 and thus recommended for those who can tolerate the following:

Blood, Burn wounds/ Victims, Violence, Guns/Weaponry

The story shall be placed underneath the Cut. Enjoy at your own Discretion. 

“RIPTIDE!” 

Cobalt threw the henchman on guard to the floor as he stalked forward. Several explosions went off simultaneously as the cybernetic man marched towards his target. Several Henchmen were scrambling to put out the fires and minimize any damages that had already been dealt. 

Not enough to properly fight Cobalt or defend their boss. He simply raised his pistol, quickly dealing with the uncoordinated and confused goons that SHADOW had employed. He knew his destination, the command center towards the back left section of the rig. The oil platform sat in the water, burning in crimson and golden hues; Like a beacon in the night or a funeral pyre. 

As he got closer to the command center, resistance became much thicker. More well armed and armored henchmen started appearing to slow Cobalt’s advance. Good, that meant Riptide really was here. It meant he was Afraid. Enough to warrant such high security as well as an entirely staffed command station. He didn’t care, so long as he knew his target was here. He’d weather a million of Riptides cronies if it meant he could plant a bullet dead center in his head.  He popped up, shooting three times towards the three henchmen who had most recently appeared. Two shots went into the closest, once in the lung and once in the throat. He toppled to the ground, gagging on his own blood as his ally received a bullet in his arm. With a grunt and a whir, the rotary gun spun up its barrels as it started firing towards Cobalt’s cover. 

Cobalt dodged from cover to cover, taking some fire to his leg before seeing the big man and his small ally. He saw how they worked, the small one keeping track with his pistol while the big one fired towards where the shot was directed. Clever. Cobalt took the corpse of a separate henchman and threw it towards the command center, drawing the fire of the duo as the corpse was quickly shredded into mincemeat by the hail of bullets fired. Cobalt didn’t waste time with his opportunity, shooting the spotter in the head before rushing the big one with his knife. If he could preserve as much ammo as he could, things would go far smoother. 

The big man barely had time to register the blue mask staring at him before he fell backwards from the opening in his throat. Quick and clean. Cobalt nodded, acknowledging the pair for their ingenuity. Shame they had to die for Riptide. He grabbed the rotary gun and its ammo before walking towards the command center. No sooner was he ten feet away from the door did he start revving up the gun before firing through the walls. He held the trigger for no more than ten seconds, moving forward through the door as it fell off its hinges. He stepped over the now growing pool of blood from the twenty or so henchmen who had tried staging a defense. Not good enough. 

“Where are you hiding you psychotic bastard.” Cobalt muttered to himself, tossing the empty weapon to the floor before un-holstering his pistol. He started up the stairs as he clicked a detonator, sending more explosions throughout the oil platform. He walked through several floors, the stench of cooking flesh filling the air. He turned to see on particularly unlucky henchman with his mask melted to his flesh as he tried in vain to remove it. Poor bastard. 

Cobalt finally reached the command center’s control room, just as he saw the emergency exit slam close. Cobalt knew instinctively that Riptide was trying to escape. Not this time. Cobalt wasn’t about to let his quarry get away again. He’d waited too long for this opportunity, GHOST or no. He would repay Riptide one hundred fold for the experiments and cuts he’d went through. As he raced forward, bowling over two henchmen who were trying to stand guard, he could feel all of the incisions where Riptide had tried to take him apart. He felt his blood boiling, his anger slowly turning his vision red as the Heads Up Display started to flicker. He burst out onto the Helipad as the helicopter was taking off. Several henchmen started to open fire, some of them managing to hit Cobalt. 

It didn’t matter. The only thing he cared about was the helicopter. 

He rushed through, taking the bullets as he jumped up to grab the bottom railing of the helicopter. The wind whipped past him as the helicopter flew from the rig. Cobalt started climbing up, clinging to the aircraft as it zoomed through the air. He pulled a henchman out, throwing him from the Helicopter as he climbed in. 

“Riptide...” 

The old man growled as he stood from his seat in the co-pilots chair and pulled a pistol, firing twice at the cyborg. Cobalt could feel the bullets in his arm and shoulder; He could feel the searing heat of a freshly fired bullet, yet he continued on. He lunged at Riptide, stabbing the knife through his left hand. Riptide grunted in pain as he headbutted Cobalt, trying to dislodge him from the knife to no avail. Failing that, Riptide fired three times in the helicopter. One bullet missed, one hit Cobalt in his leg and the final bullet ricocheted through the pilots head. The helicopter started to tilt downward as they all began shooting towards the ground. Cobalt could barely smile at his victory as Riptide shoved him out of the chopper, his leg clipping the rear rotary blade. Cobalt could only simmer in anger as he watched the helicopter correct itself while he fell towards the earth. 

Then came the impact.

[fortnite-cobalt]

    The alarms were blaring. A.L.T.E.R knew...

Leg wasn't working, not sure if it was the meat or the metal, no time to question. Took one of their eyes. Good. Eye for an eye, Life for a life.

 He trudged along the wall, surveying all the doors and corridors. Needed a terminal. Access to floor plans, movements, leverage... Cobalt's eyes glowed with malevolent fire as his heartbeat grew faster. Rage and adrenaline were driving his human side, powering his mechanical limbs to push forward. He knew what needed to be done. 

          He ducked into a nearby room, one that seemed more akin to a private suite. He didn't have time to think. Green everywhere, computer. Yes, computer. Access to the network made simpler now. Far simpler. Laptop made for portable access point. He would need that. He tried to access the computer but no use. Locked, Password containing several characters. He needed in, now. Footsteps getting closer, pistol nearby. Soldiers room. Cobalt grabbed the nearby pistol, aiming it at the door as a universal jack popped out of his palm. Access the computer, find a way out. The door opened as Cobalt found what he needed. Feeling in his leg was returning, systems finally restoring. 

A woman; Green, angry, shouting something he couldn't hear. Only heartbeats. Heart pounding in ears when the first shot rings out. Second shot. Third Shot. The woman dives out of the way, not before taking a bullet to the shin. Bullet hit bone, more pain. Cobalt didn't know why that mattered. More footsteps, cries of pain and hatred rising over the pounding in his ears. Accessed floor plan. Vents above him. Cobalt looked up, grabbed the laptop, jumped from the table through the grate. Escape. Only thing that mattered now. 

Damn the new island, damn this agency, damn that old man who had him strapped to the table. Cobalt's eyes burned red with hate. He would see them dead.

Crawling through the vents. He was thankful for the heat resistance of his armor. His face hurt. Burning. It wasn’t until now that he realized his face was missing something. Important. SOmething miSSING&*# MASK! 

THEY HAD TAKEN HIS MASK, THEY HAD STRIPPED HIM OF HIS FACE*&$&)#

A unearthly, mechanical roar sounded deep within Cobalt as he slammed an elbow down to break through the vent. The last flesh over his skull burning, scarred and nigh unto a patchwork of incision marks and metallic plating, laid bare to the air of the outside world. Two unwitting guards were the first to experience his fury as he rushed forward, snapping the neck of one before crushing the chest of the other.  No need for stealth. No time. Must get back the mask. Must return whole. Cobalt ran back to the lab, barreling through the halls as he destroyed any resistance the lesser guards provided. 

No sooner had he realized, he was standing before the bloody table he was just strapped onto. His mask, as well as several dulled tools, lay on a nearby tray. Cobalt gingerly took the mask. Gently. Careful. 

*Click*

He breathed in, the masks filters kicking in as the cool air was no longer felt on his skin. He turned, seeing the blood trail Riptide had left. 

The alarms suddenly jumped to the forefront of sounds, his body now acclimated and perceptive of everything. 

He looked once more to the trail of blood, then to the window. He may not have killed him, but that was fine. Riptide would be hunting him. He would want revenge. That was fine. 

Cobalt would be waiting. 

With a crash, Cobalt flew from the window, towards freedom. That was just fine. 

It would be fine.

[triplethreatt]

[fortnite-cobalt]

The facility alarms blared. The science team all panicked as a shout resounded down the halls.  “RIPTIDE!”  Riptide recognized the voice, the rage behind it. He shoved the other science personnel aside as he made his way to the chopper. He may die some time, but it wouldn’t be today.  He just made it to the airpads door when he heard the rifle fire, furious and thunderous, ripping through the shadow henchmen.  Poor Bastards...