I mostly needed his permission to use his RP's universe, and I won't guarentee anything... but it's a possiblity. :)
If not, this story can stand on its own mostly if need be.

((Here is part 2 guys, sorry it took so long, but I was occupied for quite a while))

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They presented the titan with his weapons: A large Plate Shield and what looked much like a burning Leviathan Blade. In fact, it really was a Leviathan Blade that was captured from the Spiral Knights and reverse-engineered to have fiery capabilities. If the Knights could modify gremlin technology, the gremlins could do the same in return. V-89 equipped his armaments and seemed to find them satisfactory as he gave a few test swings of the smoldering blade.

It was now time to leave the workshop and to head towards their next location. Unfortunately, they ran into one complication getting the prototype out of the room, namely that he was so tall, he couldn't fit out the door meant for gremlins. Before they could try puzzling this conundrum out though, the construct simply used his new thermal sword to melt a hole large enough for his body and stepped into the hallway.

Alerek stared at the heap of melted metal that the doorway used to be. With a weary sigh, he ordered some workers to begin the repairs. With a quick beckoning motion, he ordered V-89 to follow him. Together they marched down the hallway as V-89's body heat left imprints on the floor as he walked. A few gremlins looked outside in curiosity as they passed, while Alerek simply tried to ignore their stares.

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Finally, after several minutes of walking, they arrived at their destination: the testing grounds. It was here that many of the newest experiments were brought to be field-tested for battle conditions. It also provided a very large open space away from the main laboratory in case something went awry.

They stopped in front of a large arena, one that could easily hold one of King Krogmo's various games. Alerek knew a few gremlins that liked to attend these events and watch the Spiral Knights blast each other to oblivion instead of fellow Clockworks creatures; but the Crimson Order had strictly forbid such activities when they took over. It didn't stop a few from sneaking out now and then though. Although Alerek never attended such events, he had to admit that they did sound exciting to watch.
Enough speculating now though, there was a job to be done.

Alerek waited alongside the behemoth mecha knight as several other gremlins approached the arena. Alerek turned to each one; they were the team leaders for the other construct projects. Each team was responsible for redesigning and improving a type of construct in their arsenal. Tickafir had been the one responsible for mecha knights, but had disappeared before the completion of the final product, so it had fallen upon Alerek to pick up where he had left off.

Alerek cleared his throat and addressed the assembled gremlins.
"This will be the final test for your teams' construct projects. All of your projects will face each other in battle at the same time to demonstrate their battle prowess. A representative of the Crimson Order is here to view the progress we have made so far on these endeavors, so let's not disappoint him." Each of the other gremlins gave a nod of understanding and together they left the arena, leaving behind the mecha knight to wait.

They marched to a nearby observation room and entered the facility. Inside awaited the Crimson Order representative.
He was decked head-to-toe with a dark robe that obscured his features. The robe was emblazoned with bold red markings that signified his position as a high-ranking member of the Order. As the representative slowly turned to face Alerek and the rest of the gremlin engineers, Alerek couldn't help but feel uneasy.
There was something "off" about this particular gremlin... but Alerek couldn't quite put a claw on what it was. It was simply a foreboding miasma that hovered around him, like something wasn't quite right. Still, Alerek pushed past this and proceeded to greet the dark-robed gremlin.

"Welcome esteemed member of the Crimson Order; we hope that you find our most recent efforts in the construct upgrade project satisfactory." Alerek gave a deep bow of respect.

The member of the Order proceeded to reply in a strange echoey voice that chilled Alerek to the core.
"Let us hope that you don't disappoint us with this display... or you will live to regret it."
Alerek gave a small gulp at this threat. He now sincerely hoped with all his heart that what they had would satisfy the representative. A bit hesitantly, the gremlin engineers together sat down in their chairs and looked out the observation window as the other constructs were released.

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V-89 patiently awaited the upcoming battle. However, it was clear to the observers that he was ready for some action. He was constantly shifting around, flexing his joints in anticipation.
The double doors on the opposite end of the arena then finally opened, allowing the other constructs to step forward into the light.

The first construct that came into view wasn't particularly impressive looking. It was low and squat to the ground and relatively small. Like all scuttlebots, it didn't even look that threatening. Besides the new spider-like legs, a toothed jaw, and some small missile launchers mounted to its shell, it didn't look notably different from an ordinary scuttlebot.

The representative turned to the gremlin in charge of the project, Kresten, with a what looked to be a glare of disapproval... although it was hard to tell seeing as the cloak he wore obscured his facial features. Kresten merely raised his hands in defense.
"Hey, don't look at me like that!" He said. "There is only so much you can do when what you are given is so... basic in the first place!"
With a sigh, Alerek turned to watch the rest of the procession.

The second construct was a bit unusual looking. It was an armored retrode... but it had 3 heads perched atop of its body, each facing in a different direction and forming a triangular shape. Its back was covered by a heavy and durable looking shield, protecting it from rear attacks. Giant tesla coils mounted on its body hummed with energy as its optics began charging up with immense power.

The third construct was big, probably even bigger than V-89 itself. It was a lumber, except it was covered completely in dark sheet metal, obscuring any trace of the wooden material that lumbers were ordinarily made of. It was coated in what looked like metallic brambles that obscured most of its body. It also had two arms, each ending in a gnarled mess of metal spikes that formed crude maces. An almost demonic glow shone from its mismatched eyes as it slowly began to regard its opponents.

The fourth construct was nowhere in sight. A bit confused (and very nervous), Alerek turned to Terren who was in charge of the Gun Puppy project.
"Where is your team's prototype?" Alerek whispered worriedly, glancing at the representative.
Terren simply gave a small smirk and replied:
"Just wait and see."

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The various constructs stared down at each other, regarding each other in silence. V-89 was currently evaluating his competition. The retrode and lumber obviously looked quite powerful, but the scuttlebot should be easy enough prey.
The assembled constructs flexed their joints, readying themselves for conflict. Gears ground and energy cells hummed as the constructs finalized their preparations.

With little warning, the lumber suddenly attacked, raising its arms and smashing the ground in front of it. The other constructs danced out of the way, dodging its initial assault. The fight had begun.

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((The action scene will be next!))

((You asked, and I deliver Angelic-Tear :)
Thanks for keeping up with this story so far, I'm glad you are enjoying it))

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V-89 proceeded to try going for the little scuttlebot before attempting to attack the more formidable-looking lumber. V-89 hefted his mighty blade and swung it in a wide arc at the little construct.
However, the scuttlebot was deceptively fast. It skittered around, easily evading the blow and rapidly retreated back a distance before shooting a small barrage of missiles. V-89 simply used its shield to block the blow, but in doing so left his back open to a beam from the retrode.

It scorched his armor, but only inflicted minor damage thanks to his armor's volcanic iron alloy. Slightly irritated, V-89 looked back over his shoulder at the retrode which was blasting lasers in three directions, trying to hit all the other constructs at once. The scuttlebot took this opportunity to once again let loose a barrage of missiles at V-89. This time though, he was prepared.
V-89 rolled out of the way, causing the missiles to hit the retrode instead. The retrode staggered back a bit, temporarily losing its sense of balance. While the retrode was temporarily dazed, V-89 activated his thermal sword, causing it to burst into flame. With a powerful strike, he cleaved one of the retrode's heads clear off its body. Oil and hydraulic fluid flew through the air as the severed head arced towards the ground and landed with a dull thud, its optics going dim. The remaining two heads of the retrode gave an ear-piercing shriek as it flailed in pain. With a quick swipe of its claw-arm, it knocked V-89 away and stumbled back a distance from the mecha knight, trying to get away.

V-89 stood over it menacingly, readying his blade for the kill. Once again though, he was interrupted by the scuttlebot's attack. It scurried around, peppering V-89 with missiles. If anything, V-89 had to grudgingly give the little robot respect for being so gutsy. Still, it was proving to be quite the nuisance. V-89 charged towards it, determined to end the fight in one blow. Unfortunately, his size and mass made it very difficult to actually land a hit, with the scuttlebot being both more agile and maneuverable. V-89 could feel his rage building as he missed swing after swing.

The scuttlebot suddenly opened its jaw, shooting out some sort of cable that latched onto V-89's chest plate. He had little time to consider this before a massive burst of electricity was sent through his systems. With a cry of surprise and pain, he was sent to his knees.

Alright, it looked like V-89 had severely underestimated his opponent; he made a note to himself to not judge opponents on their appearances anymore. However, he wasn't going to let it taste victory, not without a fight at least. Through the pain, V-89 grabbed the cable attached to his armor and ripped it off of his chest. With a squeal of surprise, the scuttlebot tried to rapidly retreat, but V-89 still had the cable firmly in his iron grasp. With a mighty heave on the wire, the scuttlebot was sent flying through the air towards him, and he grasped the robot firmly in his giant claw. The scuttlebot made a futile effort to bite its way out of V-89's hold with its toothed maw, merely managing to scratch the surface. With contempt, V-89 grasped both ends of its jaw with his arms, and simply ripped the construct in two. Gears, bolts, and various viscous liquids flew from the corpse as he thoroughly mutilated it, ripping it into smaller and smaller pieces.
There was something... satisfying in utterly destroying your opponent like that, and V-89 loved it.

Up in the observation room, Kresten looked forlorn at the decimation of his little project. He hadn't really liked it, but it was hard work developing it nonetheless. Alerek patted his back in reassurance.
"At least it put up a decent fight in the end." He told Kresten
With a sigh, Kresten nodded his head and closed his eyes in defeat.

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The lumber and retrode stood still as they watched the giant mecha knight demolish the scuttlebot. If they could express emotion, their faces probably would have displayed shock and horror at the brutality that they had just witnessed. They glanced at each other, the mismatched eyes of the lumber meeting the gaze of the remaining two heads on the retrode. They slowly nodded in a nonverbal agreement, and together they approached the mecha knight while it was distracted.

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V-89 stared at the little pile of scrap that was once a scuttlebot. To add insult to injury, he set it on fire, watching eagerly as the fluid-saturated metal burst into flame, reducing the pile to slag. The fight, although quick, provided a sense of elation that was positively addicting. The small bonfire in front of him was just the icing on the metaphorical cake.
V-89 was enjoying the spectacle when he detected sudden movement from his left. With a quick rolling dodge, he avoided the crushing blow from the lumber, only to almost run into a laser blast from the retrode. So they were working together to beat him eh? This will prove interesting; V-89 relished the challenge. Not to mention, his newfound battle-lust was screaming for more.

It seemed the retrode and lumber were going for some sort of pincer maneuver, trying to back him into a corner so they could finish him off. Clever, but a basic strategy nonetheless. The lumber was relentlessly bashing at V-89's shield, continuing to force him backwards. The retrode helped by periodically shooting lasers whenever it saw an opening in V-89's defenses.

V-89 audio receptors eventually alerted him to a strange hissing noise. Glancing at his shield, he noticed that the gouges left by the lumber's spikes were smoking, and the metal was beginning to corrode. The lumber's attacks secreted acid! This was especially troublesome seeing as the shield was the only thing keeping V-89 from being exposed to the acid himself. Too bad he was now back-to-back with the wall. The lumber and retrode now redoubled their efforts to wear-down V-89's resistance, and his shield was being chipped away little by little. With little choice, he flung the remainder of his shield at the lumber, impacting with its misshapen face and startling it.

V-89 took this opportunity to charge the retrode, who was considerably safer to touch. Grasping it by one of the remaining heads' necks, he swung the whole construct at the lumber, using it as a makeshift blunt weapon. With a sickening screech of metal-on-metal, the lumber was forced backwards as sparks flew from the contact. The retrode in V-89's grasp let out an eerie wailing noise of pain as its now mangled legs began to dissolve from the lumber's acidic secretions. V-89 let the mutilated construct fall to the ground in a twisted heap where it lay twitching in pain.

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The lumber recovered from the blow and stared at the maimed retrode. The massive construct's gaze then settled on V-89, who was brushing off his hands casually. Something began to click in the lumber's tiny processor. Truth be told, the lumber wasn't very smart; they were never designed to be.
However, that retrode had been the closest thing to a comrade it ever had during its short existence, and for some reason, it started to feel very very ANGRY.

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V-89 watched with detached amusement as the remaining portion of the retrode tried to weakly crawl away with its claw, dragging its torso across the ground in a feeble attempt at escape. V-89 placed a boot on its back, preventing it from moving at all. The poor wrecked construct let out a weak noise of distress as it realized that it was about to meet its end. V-89 took this opportunity to glance at the lumber, who was standing still, simply staring at him. The only sign that the lumber wasn't in standby-mode was the fact that its glowing eyes were shining even brighter than before. In fact, if V-89 wasn't mistaken, it seemed quite pissed off. With a guttural howl of anguish, it charged at him, brandishing its mace-arms and swinging wildly.

A bit alarmed, V-89 backpedalled out of the way. Without his shield, a blow could do some serious damage. It didn't look like his sword would be much of a help either, seeing as the sheer momentum of those swings would probably knock it from his grasp. Once again, V-89 found himself in a desperate situation. With little choice, he braced himself for impact.

The next time the lumber swung with its arms, V-89 caught them both with his own. He let out a grunt of pain as the acid began to slowly but surely corrode his armor. However, this provided an excellent opportunity for a counterattack. The lumber was locked in his grasp and couldn't break free. Alarmed, it tried wrenching its whole body from side to side to dislodge V-89, but his grasp was too strong. With the lumber's misshapen face vulnerable, V-89 activated his furnace, causing flames to come roaring out of the grill on his chest. The flames immediately attacked the lumber, causing it to cry out in pain as its protective metal coating began to liquefy. Once again, V-89 felt great pleasure at hurting his opponent like this, despite his own pain from the chemical burns.

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Up in the observation room, all of the gremlins were watching in marked interest as the two constructs neared the end of the battle. One particular gremlin though, Terren, grinned to himself.
"It looks like it is time to release my little project" he said quietly. With a click of a button on a small remote, the double doors to the arena once again opened up, as something approached from the shadows.

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V-89 halted his assault in confusion. The lumber was still not completely finished-off, although its now exposed wooden face was scorched almost beyond recognition. The doors at the end of the arena were opening again... the test wasn't over was it? And V-89 was having so much fun...

All thoughts of the fight ended however when a giant "THUD" echoed from the dark depths of the doorway. It was followed by another, and another. It almost sounded like giant footsteps, but it couldn't be... could it?
Finally, the thing approaching emerged into the artificial light of the arena, showing the monstrosity in all of its titanic glory.

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"WHAT IN THE WORLD?!?!" Alerek shouted in alarm.
The other gremlins were speechless as Terren unveiled his team's masterpiece.
"Behold... the Roarmulus-saurus Rex!" He exclaimed, holding his hands out in pride.

It looked almost exactly like a Roarmulus Twin, except it had two towering legs attached to both sides and a long, prehensile tail at the rear. In addition, mounted to its back was a strange apparatus that no one could discern the purpose of.

"What is the meaning of this Terren?!" Alerek demanded.
Terren merely shrugged casually. "When you assigned me to the gun puppy project, I thought it would be more interesting to improve upon the most powerful gun puppies ever produced to date. The Roarmulus Twins technically ARE gun puppies after all."

He continued on to say:
"The original Roarmulus Twin project was highly flawed, seeing as they could only move on tracks; therefore they were always exposed to each other's attacks, which made them vulnerable to assault by the Spiral Knights. By making them completely mobile, they have less of a chance of attacking one another in battle and furthermore, my team's modifications to the original model should prove quite deadly indeed."

The representative of the Crimson Order gave an excited grin. "This should be quite interesting..."

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V-89 would have gaped at the giant gun puppy if he had a mouth. Similarly, the lumber and retrode seemed to be in similar states of despair. All 3 watched as the mammoth construct let out an menacing howl as it approached closer and closer...

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((Conclusion of the fight will be next time! Comments would be greatly appreciated))