| “ | Haters gonna hate, Cage. The people want a show, give 'em one.
— Cassie Cage
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Some time after the Netherrealm War, Johnny Cage and Sonya Blade got married and had a daughter, Cassie. However, Sonya's perceived prioritization of work over her own family led them to divorce, much to Cassie's sadness. Being the daughter of a high-earning Hollywood actor, Cassie was somewhat spoiled, although her attitude changed after she was kidnapped by the Black Dragon. This experience convinced her to join the Special Forces, where she would be trained by both of her parents in combat.
Having inherited her father's charisma and wit, and her mother's tough attitude, she climbed the ranks rather quickly, which led her into many different combat scenarios. This all culminated when she fought the Elder God Shinnok, even doing so singlehandedly. Initially struggling, Cassie realized she inherited her father's green glow fighting powers. She then defeated Shinnok in battle, before rejoining the Special Forces and fighting on behalf of Earthrelm.
Battle vs. Scout (TF2) (by Jackythejack)[]
The sound of combat boots gently thumping against a tiled floor rang out through the facility hallways. Through the hallways stood a lone, blonde operative. Cassie Cage. She was on a special assignment, given to her alone by some high ranking Special Forces higher ups. Secure some briefcase, and take it back to the headquarters before anyone else could snatch it up. What was in the briefcase? She didn't know, and frankly she didn't care that much. All she knew was that she needed to grab it.
"Pretty quiet here," she muttered under her breath. She had expected more people to be in the facility to, you know, protect the briefcase she needed. She hadn't ran into a single person thus far. She wasn't really complaining, as it didn't effect her job one way or another, she just thought that it was strange.
Eventually, she made it into the intel room. In the center of the room, there was the red colored suitcase she was looking for. It was just sort of...laying there. It looked like it was some sort of trap. Admittedly, it made Cassie a bit cautious, but she still found it ridiculously easy to just walk over and pick it up. "Hm."
She brought a finger to her earpiece. "'Sup. It's Cassie. Got the intel. Bringing it back now."
She turned around to leave, but stopped when she saw a man blocking the doorway. Well, maybe man was the wrong choice of words. He was way too scrawny looking to be called a man. He was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed like he was some sort of cool, jock type. He gave her a kind of two finger salute in greeting. "Hey, toots."
Oh god...
He approached her, and Cassie was already sick of his swagger. "What's a pretty face like you doin' in a rough an' tumble place like this?"
"Oh, you know. Running some errands" Cassie held up the briefcase to let him get a good look. The man's smile faltered for a moment, before returning. Now, he was only a couple feet in front of her.
"Ah, y'see, about that, I'm kinda not supposed to let anyone take the briefcase. You know, sorta my job." He reached out to grab it, but Cassie pulled it away from him. He frowned. "Hey, c'mon, hand it over. I promise I'll make it up to ya."
"Oh, really? Then, tell me..." she glanced down at the dog tags around his neck, and narrowed her eyes as she read them. "...Scout. What would you do to make up for me failing my mission?"
"Well, I was thinking maybe we could go some place together, eh? Grab a bucket o' chicken, or somethin'?" He leaned forward, giving her a look that was likely meant to be flirtatious, but it looked more like he was trying to not pass gas. "I'll have you know I'm quite the romantic type."
Okay, Cassie had enough of this guy's attitude. With one quick motion, she stepped towards him, put a hand on his shoulder, and brought her knee right up into the guy's crotch. Scout let out a high pitched cry of pain as his hands shot down to his family jewels. Cassie gave a small smile as she stepped past him, leaving him to wallow in his pain. "Better luck next time, buddy."
As she walked down the hallway, she heard a sound that was unmistakably the click of a firearm. She didn't even have time to turn around before something hit the briefcase. Sparks flew from the briefcase, which in turn flew out of her hand from the force. It hit against the ground and skidded away, hitting the far wall.
"Better luck next time," Scout repeated in a mocking tone. She heard his footsteps approached. After waiting for just the right moment, she kicked her leg behind her, hitting Scout in the gut. The Boston boy winced and doubled over from the impact, giving her enough time to run forward and pick up the briefcase. She then spun around and aimed her pistol at Scout. She fired a few warning shots in his direction; not intentionally hitting him. She didn't really want to escalate the situation, but she started to think that kicking him in the balls wasn't the best way to avoid that.
She stood there for a second longer, just in time to see Scout aim his pistol directly at her. That's when she knew she was in trouble, and quickly ran down the hallway. Okay, not good. Not good at all. She brought a finger to her earpiece. "This is Cassie. Sort of ran into a bit of a problem. Gonna be a bit late getting back."
As she ran down the hallway, Scout must have caught up to her, because there were bullets that were now whizzing past her and hitting the end of the hallway. Thankfully, he seemed inaccurate as all hell. As long as she kept her distance, she should be able to make it out without issue. Every couple of steps she'd blindly fire a bullet behind her, just to make sure that Scout remained on his toes.
After about a minute of running, she made it outside. The sun beamed down on her, and she quickly pulled out her control panel for BLB. She had an idea for how to get out fast, but she needed time to control the drone. Given how fast Scout was, though, time was something she didn't have a lot of.
Scout exited the facility, loading another magazine into his pistol as he ran out. He aimed it at Cassie, finger ready to pull the trigger. "Listen, just gimme the briefcase, and I don't gotta-"
He got hit in the nuts again. His eyes widen and he doubled over once more. "Gah! Stop doin' that!" He looked down and noticed that, instead of a knee, this time a drone had flown right into his crotch. The drone then turned, pointing at Scout's face, and flew up. It conked him in the head, and he stumbled back.
"Damn robots," he muttered as he pulled out his scattergun. Two quick shots should deal with it, but before he could even begin to aim, the drone hurried over to Cassie, flying right above her. Cassie leaped up into the air and grabbed onto the bottom of the drone as it took into the air, bringing her up several feet higher than Scout, now. She waved and laughed. Sure, he had a gun, but he was inaccurate as shit. She could get away.
She looked away from him for a moment to press on her earpiece. "Alright, I managed to disengage. Heading back now." The next time she looked towards Scout, he was suddenly barreling right towards her, as if jumping high into the air just to get at her. That wasn't the most worrying part, though. That would be the metal baseball bat currently flying right towards her face.
"BONK!"
Cassie was hit hard enough to make her lose her grip on BLB, and the briefcase. She was sent plummeting to the ground, hitting it hard. She skid along an asphalt parking lot, tumbling for a few feet before coming to a stop. She groaned. "HQ? Scratch what I just said..."
Scout came back to the ground, landing expertly after his jump attack. He chuckled and walked towards the briefcase, ready to secure it again. Cassie wasn't going to have that, though. She pulled out her pistol, and shot directly at Scout, aiming for his legs.
Her bullets hit their mark, and Scout winced, stumbling forward. Cassie stood up and pulled out her drone control panel. With a few button presses, BLB flew towards Scout and let out an explosion of electricity. The merc cried out in pain, as Cassie charged him down. Her fist glowing with green energy, she slammed it into Scout's back, making him tumble to the ground, rolling until he landed on his back.
Cassie quickly maneuvered in front of him, pulling out her pistol. She aimed it directly at his head, and just before she pulled the trigger, Scout brought his hands up. "Wait wait wait!"
Cassie should have shot him right away, but something made her pause. She stared down at the mercenary, and narrowed her eyes. "What?"
"Before you blast my brain outta my skull, can I at least have one more drink?" From his pocket, he pulled out a can of some soda she had never heard of. Crit-a-Cola? Dumb sounding name. "At least give me this one."
She narrowed her eyes still, but eventually came to the conclusion that a drink of soda couldn't be too harmful. "Fine, whatever. Take a drink."
Scout grinned. He immediately cracked open the can, and took two long swigs of the stuff. Cassie decided to wait until he was done with the can, but her eyes caught onto something. After he finished his sip, there seemed to be small crackles of electricity flowing through him. What the hell?
"Thanks, toots." Scout made a sudden reach for his bat. Before Cassie could even think about pulling the trigger, he had grabbed his bat and smacked it into her pistol. It was knocked out of her hands and went skidding across the parking lot of the facility.
"The fuck!?"
Scout hopped onto his feet and smacked her in the gut with a now glowing baseball bat. She doubled over momentarily, surprised by the sheer amount of power that Scout had behind his attacks. Scout went for an overhead swing onto her head, but she was able to react in time. Her arm glowing with green energy, she raised it up to block his attack. Though it worked, it still hurt like hell. She couldn't tank many attacks like that.
Cassie moved forward, this green glow now encasing her whole body. She punched Scout in the face, sending him stumbling back. A quick swing of her leg and she kicked Scout in the side of the leg, causing his knees to buckle. Another kick, this time to the chest, and Scout was knocked onto his ass. She reached behind her and pulled out her baton, ready to finish him.
Scout was too fast, though. By the time she took out her baton, he had his pistol. Like his bat, the pistol was glowing. Scout aimed at her and pulled the trigger. Whatever armor Cassie was wearing might as well have not been there, as the bullet pierced right through it, and hit her in the stomach, embedding itself into her. She let out a cry of pain and stumbled back. Scout's weapons stopped glowing, but he had enough time to get up now. He aimed his pistol at her head, but before he could pull the trigger, BLB had interrupted him, and slammed his little metallic body right into Scout's head.
"Fucking robot," he muttered as he pulled out his scattergun. BLB tried to fly away, but this time, Scout was able to get a shot off. It didn't hit BLB head on, really it just grazed him, but it caused the drone's flight to falter, as he was forced lower to the ground. Forgetting Cassie entirely for the moment, he rushed to the drone. Pulling out his bat, he jumped into the air, and slammed it down on the drone, bringing it crashing to the ground. The drone let out a loud whirring sound as it collapsed, now in terrible condition.
"Lights out, rust bucket." Scout took out his scattergun and shot the drone point blank. Just as his bullets shot into the drone, shutting it down for good, something popped out of it. A small, spherical device that was beeping. Wait, was that-
"Ah, crap." The bomb exploded, and he was sent flying back, hitting the outside wall of the facility. He crumpled to the ground for a moment, before forcing himself to get back up. He shook his head, and pulled out his soda an once again. As he was about to take another sip, a gunshot ran through the air, and there was a big hole in the side of his soda can!
He screamed and dropped the can, looking in the direction the bullet came from. Cassie had recovered now, once hand holding her stomach, and the other holding her gun. Though she looked worse for wear, she was still pushing herself to fight. "Not this time, jackass."
"A'ight, fine. I don't need any fancy sodas to take you out anyways." he pulled out his scattergun, and fired a shot in her direction. The bullets spread out, and none of them hit her dead on, merely grazing her. it did make her wince, though, throwing her off her game enough for Scout to get closer. He was running around her in a circle, getting closer with each rotation.
Cassie tried her best to aim, but every time she thought she figured him out and pulled the trigger, he'd suddenly stop and run the opposite direction. He was too damn fast for her to hit!
"Look at me, eh? I'm running circles around ya!" Scout, of course, taunted her the whole while. He had a cocky smile on his face, despite being beaten up pretty bad. Why? Because he knew he won, that's why.
The distance was closed eventually, in a matter of seconds. He pulled out his bat and sideswiped Cassie's legs, knocking them out from under her. She fell to the ground, the back of her head hitting the asphalt. She groaned, just as Scout hovered over her. He didn't waste any time this time, pulling out his scattergun and unloading a shot into her stomach.
It tore right into her, and Cassie let out a loud cry of pain, wincing as the bullets tore through her. Scout pulled the lever back on his shotgun, and pointed it to Cassie's face. She couldn't do anything to stop him from pulling the trigger. One bang, and she was dead, half her face caving in from the impact.
"And that's how it's done. Shame to hurt such a pretty face, though." He shrugged and walked over to where the briefcase last was. Just as he did, there was a ringing sound in his headset. He frowned and tapped the side of it, accepting the call. "Yeah, wassup?"
"Scout, it's me, Pauling."
He grinned. "Ah, Miss Pauling, so glad you called. Listen, I got one hell of a story, you won't believe it."
"Yeah, that's great Scout. Listen, that briefcase, is it still secure?"
"Oh, yeah. It's secure, alright, all thanks to me."
"Okay, great. We've set up a negotiation with the Special Forces. One of their operatives are heading over to pick up the intel and take it back to their base. She should be here any moment."
"Operatives, huh? What's she look like?"
"Uh, blonde? Wears sunglasses. She's also got a bit of an attitude on her, so try to play nice with her, Scout."
Wait...blonde, sunglasses, attitude. Scout glanced to the nearby corpse. Ah, shit...
"Uh, yeah. Miss Pauling? About that operative..."
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