Animatrix - Cain and Abel (Matrix crossover)

[NecronLord]

And the 'banned' moves would be on the download version of Kung Fu why? Considering it looks all the world like they got it from a book and digitised it.

[Crown]

And the 'banned' moves would be on the download version of Kung Fu why? Considering it looks all the world like they got it from a book and digitised it.

Okay first of all ? They are not 'banned' moves, they are just not used in an exebition match due to the fact that somebody would end up losing the function of a fucking body part or limb.

And second of all ?

Books teach you arm breaking;



And throat/ear attacks;







And not a knee to the groin? What are you special? That's a very basic technique taught to women's self-defence classes; poke the eye, and knee the groin.

[Stravo]

Nooo, you aren't going to get flammed, you're going to get flamed, silly.

I do hope that no one thinks about flaming people for valid criticisms of a story. I don't want to have the voice of criticism silenced in any fanfic's feedbacks because then how does one know what he's doing right and wrong?

[Illuminatus Primus]

*snip*

This harkens over to my disagreements with you as you see everything in broad strokes, intension, and the general "air" of things.

Now it may look flashy, but there is brutality in that fighting, and Smith didn't do much fancy, he mostly just kicked the living shit out of Morpheus.

Fact of the matter is, that scene is bad because in the Matrix, you really do need those tricks, against Agents and multiple cops, and they do use rapid, dirty, powerful one-move put-downs.

Quite frankly, the idea that Kyle could teach Neo anything about hand-to-hand fighting is worse than laughable.

Kyle could teach far more valuable lessons to the grandiose and fancy Zionists, like how to hide and be inconspicuous (Kyle was quite good on hiding) and not to do stupid shit like walk around wearing all-black crap.

I can see Kyle wearing a simply brown overcoat over a layer of body armor and kicking ass as a result because he doesn't attract extreme attention and has protection. Kyle's help should be real-world common sense, not teaching Neo of all people how to do throat-jabs and crotch-kicks.

[Stravo]

He's NOT teaching Neo how to do throat grabs and crotch kicks. He's fighting in a way Neo did not expect. Look at the sparring between Neo and Morpheus in Matrix. This was a very beautiful dance that took place and Neo was trying emulate Morpheus' opening spar with him, not realizing that Kyle was going to go all out and do soemthing so direct and brutal and yes, BTW you are right, Kyle is going to refuse to wear the fancy clothes and sunglasses.

Neo would kick Kyle's ass nine ways to Sunday. It was an illustration of the fundamnetal differences between the Zionists and Terminator humans. For the Zionists there is sparring and practice, for the Terminator humans its ALWAYS about survival.

[Illuminatus Primus]

Ah. Point taken.

[Darth Garden Gnome]

Gotta wonder though: does Neo wear a nut-cup in the Matrix? I mean, when he's fighting Agent Smith and they're all piling on him, one of 'em was easily in the right position to knock Neo's balls up his throat. Boom. The One just got his ass kicked. I woulda saw the movie three times if that had happened.

[Shroom Man 777]

Ah. Very good illustration Stravo. Shows us how they are different, no fancy shit, just do it in the most efficient yet damaging fashion. Really what you'd expect from people like Kyle. And it's a reall eye opener to dudes like Neo who always do their intricate fighting and whatnot. Shows what damage you could do when you quite the fancy shit and go to necessities (sp?).

[NecronLord]

Okay first of all ? They are not 'banned' moves, they are just not used in an exebition match due to the fact that somebody would end up losing the function of a fucking body part or limb.

To clarify what I meant, a 'banned' move would be something not done in any form of the art, such as picking up one of the glass bottles in that station and grinding it in Smith's eye. Use of improvised weapons (Excluding things like the use of Bo & Jo staves, which can be used on improvised weapons) is not covered in martial arts books (Self Defence, but not martial arts)

And not a knee to the groin? What are you special? That's a very basic technique taught to women's self-defence classes; poke the eye, and knee the groin.

A very basic technique that they never use in the films, despite the numerous times when it would be worthwhile.

Interestingley enough, you will note that Smith in the above screenshots does not anticipate any of those moves.

[Mark S]

Effective fighting moves aside, I would have thought that Neo would be fast and powerful enough within the computer to simply knock Reece out of the air when he tried the tackle. Even if he wasn't expecting anything like that to happen, he's had enough fighting experience to be able to reach to it.

[Mutant Headcrab]

Effective fighting moves aside, I would have thought that Neo would be fast and powerful enough within the computer to simply knock Reece out of the air when he tried the tackle. Even if he wasn't expecting anything like that to happen, he's had enough fighting experience to be able to reach to it.

Perhaps he let his guard down? After all, Neo is "the One" and as such i wouldn't be surprised if it went to his head just a little bit. I mean, would "the One" stay at his best and on his guard against someone with no experience in the Matrix?

[Crown]

I should really just drop this, but here goes anyway.

He's NOT teaching Neo how to do throat grabs and crotch kicks. He's fighting in a way Neo did not expect. Look at the sparring between Neo and Morpheus in Matrix. This was a very beautiful dance that took place and Neo was trying emulate Morpheus' opening spar with him, not realizing that Kyle was going to go all out and do soemthing so direct and brutal and yes, BTW you are right, Kyle is going to refuse to wear the fancy clothes and sunglasses.

Dude, the whole point of the first sparring match wasn't to teach Neo how to fight, he already knew that. The whole point was to get Neo to realise how to break and bend the rules in the Matrix. To get him to move faster. It was a sparring between two comrades so that one could improve his '1337' hacking skills.

Neo would kick Kyle's ass nine ways to Sunday. It was an illustration of the fundamnetal differences between the Zionists and Terminator humans. For the Zionists there is sparring and practice, for the Terminator humans its ALWAYS about survival.

Well that's all well and good, however as IP stated, that would have been a better lesson for the Zionist in Zion wouldn't it? If you watch the first one, both Morpheus and Neo smacked Smith in vital areas, besides the first throat jab that Neo did (which was unexpected and Smith choked on), all the rest Smith just absorbed without damage. There was after the series above a kick directly to the troat aswell, Smith just rolled with the blow and it didn't affect him at all (the reason I didn't post it is because Keanu totally missed Hugo, even though Hugo acted along).

More to the point, what's a knee to the groin going to do to a Terminator?

[Crown]

To clarify what I meant, a 'banned' move would be something not done in any form of the art, such as picking up one of the glass bottles in that station and grinding it in Smith's eye. Use of improvised weapons (Excluding things like the use of Bo & Jo staves, which can be used on improvised weapons) is not covered in martial arts books (Self Defence, but not martial arts)

Yes. They. Are. It depends to which Do-jo you frequent. Most Do-jo's today focus on the 'sport' of martial arts (do you really think that Putin (former KGB) knows the same Judo that is taught to kids down the road?), however you can still find the traditional martial arts schools which focus on the self-defence side of thought, you just have to do a little shopping.

A very basic technique that they never use in the films, despite the numerous times when it would be worthwhile.

Did you miss the screen caps? The only argument you could make is the Morpheus and Neo sparring which was meant to be a lesson for Neo, to teach him how to break the rules of the Matrix.

Interestingley enough, you will note that Smith in the above screenshots does not anticipate any of those moves.

No, he was suprised by the first one (he started choking), the other one's he just absorbed and they didn't faze him.

[His Divine Shadow]

More to the point, what's a knee to the groin going to do to a Terminator?

"aouch"
*blows head of human*

[Grand Admiral Thrawn]

How the fuck do you fight dirty with a Terminator? Eye poking? That's not going to work, their eyes are hidden? Throat punches? It doesn't breath. Groin attacks? Hey right. Tackling? If you could, I doubt you'd survive for long. Bone breaking? Ha!


Every time a human goes against a Terminator in the movies, they lose. Badly.

[NecronLord]

He'd probably learn to fight dirty when fighting other half starved and desperate apocalypse survivors...

[Grand Admiral Thrawn]

He'd probably learn to fight dirty when fighting other half starved and desperate apocalypse survivors...

You'd just need a phased plasma rifle in the 40 watt range.


And that's not what Stravo intended:

against a Terminator, unarmed that is.”

[Stravo]

Chapter 7: Technoir


“Where is she?” Reese pressed as he watched Link’s hands flying over his controls in a near blur of motion. The green code of the Matrix shifted and slowed as he started a series of touch taps on the screen.

“I have her signal. She’s on the move. That’s weird.” Link stopped and he leaned back as if trying to get a better look at something odd. Morpheus’ brow furrowed.

“What is that?” Morpheus asked pointing to several pulsing coded bursts.

“They don’t read like agents…hell they don’t read like anything I’ve ever seen before.”

“They move like machines.” Neo noted. The others turned to look at him. He exchanged glances with each of them. “They move as if they are accustomed to the code, but they’re not part of the construct.” Neo continued.

“You can see that?” Morpheus asked.

Neo nodded.

“Terminators!” Reese snapped and banged the back of Link’s chair.

“Excuse me? You mean the machines back from your time? But that doesn’t make sense.” Trinity protested.

“It doesn’t make much sense that he is here either Trinity. Whatever twists and turns of fate brought him to us seems to have also brought his enemies.”

Neo watched the machines move with deadly purpose, following the coded avatar for their own prey.

“They’re following her, like a pack of wolves.” Neo surmised quietly.

“We HAVE to go in now.”

“We will, as soon as we suit you up.”

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” Reese protested then threw his head back in frustration. “Why are we even discussing what I have to wear I have to go in there now…unless…if she is plugged into the Matrix then she’s not really there. If the Terminators destroy her image-“”

“The body can’t live without the mind.” Morpheus proclaimed darkly.

Reese frowned.

“Then we go now.”

“Alright, Link load Reese up, get him armed and we go in. Any idea where she is now?” Morpheus asked.

“She’s spooked, must have spotted the three trailing her. She’s heading into a nightclub in the area.” Link tapped the screen and an image flashed up. “Technoir.”

“I know the place…retro. VERY retro.” Trinity replied with a grimace.

“Where’s the nearest hard line?” Morpheus asked, eyeing the speed in which the odd signatures were approaching the club.

Link smiled.

“I can hack you into the ladies room payphone.” Link said cracking his knuckles in a showy motion with his hands.

“Good work.” Morpheus gripped his shoulder and rushed over to the interface bed. Reese was already in position as Neo started to slip the jack into Reese’s port.

“We’ll get there in time.” Neo assured Reese. Reese smiled.

“Sir, with you on this mission I have no doubts.” he replied. Neo tried not to look uncomfortable as he finished sliding the jack in and went to his own seat. Link was helping Trinity jack in as Morpheus took his own seat and glanced back at Neo.

“You feel something?” Morpheus asked quietly.

“Only that things are about to change…dramatically.” Neo replied.




“Okay what is this?” Kyle asked in disgust as he stared down at himself. He was wearing a long black leather duster and a skintight formfitting silk body shirt. A red carnation was pinned to his lapel and he stared at his boots with some admiration. They fit well, comfortable, almost broken in already. The pants were pearly white.

“One of our standard go outfits until you have time to personalize your own.”

“I look insane.”

“You look stylish, and considering what you were wearing on board the ship this is MUCH better.” Trinity assured him.

“No. No. I LIKED what I was wearing. This is…ridiculous. How do you fight in this, no fuck that how do you blend in this?”

“Blend?” Link’s voice came over the intercom to the construct.

“Listen, I want to chose what to wear. Give me a list now.”

“Sir?”

Morpheus exchanged a glance with Neo while secretly pointing to his watch. Neo nodded.

“Go ahead Link.”

Kyle was suddenly surrounded by several screens floating at head level displaying different styles of clothes. Kyle kept shaking his head. “No. No. God no. No. I’m starting to see a pattern here.” Kyle commented dryly as he kept flashing by different combinations. “You people like to look good I guess. It’s been my experience that no one looks good fighting.”

“You haven’t seen us in action yet.” Trinity replied coolly.

“There.” he tapped the screen, glanced down and saw some pants. “There.” and his coat. “There.”

“VERY stylish.” Link replied glumly. Suddenly Kyle’s outfit was replaced by a gray battered overcoat, a tan tank top and brown nylon pants with big pockets on the sides. He still wore the comfortable boots that had initially been loaded on.

“Weapons?” Kyle asked as he checked himself. The fit was perfect.

Morpheus smiled softly as rows and rows of gun racks suddenly flashed by Kyle, whipping his trench coat around his legs and stopped short. Kyle blinked.

“Take your pick.” Link offered helpfully.

“I need stuff with penetrating power.” Reece commented as he eyed the racks of weapons, doing his best to hide the awe. If the resistance only had access to such a store of weapons.

His eyes brightened as he pulled down a heavy assault shotgun.

Trinity frowned.

“He’s worried about blending in?”

Kyle checked the length of his coat and the shotgun.

“Kyle I can adjust the barrel length for concealment.”

Kyle smiled and shook his head ruefully.

“Please do.”

The shotgun’s barrel shrank slightly and now fit snugly under the coat.

“Hand weapons.” he muttered and took down a 9mm Browning and smiled eagerly as he handled the desert eagle. He tested the weight and balance. “This is a dream.” he laughed coldly. He smiled even more broadly as he pulled down an MP-5 expertly checking the mechanisms and the breech with a loud clack-clack, sliding it effortlessly under his right armpit.

“What about a phased plasma rifle in the 40 watt range?” Kyle asked curiously.

“Just what you see buddy.” Link replied.

“I’m ready.” Kyle nodded.

“Let’s go.”




She was yelling into the phone over the sound of the music blasting from the dance floor.

“Look please don’t put me on hold or transfer me to another department.”

“I won’t. now relax where are you?” the lieutenant asked calmly.

“Technoir.”

“I know the place, right off Pico. Now are you alright.”

“Yes.” Sara glanced around furtively. “But I don’t want to leave I think someone’s following me.”

“Alright Ms. Connor. Now listen to me, you’ll be safe, you’re in a public place till we get there. Stay visible, don’t even go to the bathroom. Stay inside and we’ll be right there.”

“Thanks.” she replied and hesitantly hung up the phone. She glanced around nervously again but did not see the man that had been following her. She slowly walked back through the crowd hoping to hear the sound of sirens soon.

She slid into an empty table near the center of the dance floor and tried her best to look inconspicuous. The fear was gnawing at her belly. First the news reports on the death of a Sara Connor and now she felt as if someone were following her. It was unnerving to say the least.

Three figures strode into Technoir. All three were tall and imposing, one was a black man with a bald head and intense penetrating eyes. A woman with long black hair and a beat up motorcycle jacket stood in between the black man and an intense body builder type wearing a brown jacket with metal studs on the shoulders. Each scanned the entrance, glanced at each other and continued walking into the club.

“Hey! Hey they didn’t pay!” the cashier behind the steel mesh cage called out to the bouncer. He moved quickly to intercept the cold trio.

“Hey!” he shouted and put his hand on the woman’s shoulder to pull her back. She did not stop as she gripped his hand and crushed it, the popping of his bone and cartilage could be heard by those nearby.

The bouncer screamed in pain and fell to one knee as the woman coldly and mechanically released his hand and continued into the club without skipping a beat or showing any concern about the maimed bouncer.

The trio split up without saying a word and moved through the crowd.

Sara glanced up and caught sight of a young man watching her casually over a drink. He wore a battered gray trench coat and he seemed ill at ease among the crowd. Someone else was standing behind him, trying to blend in but looking out of place with a long dark gray wool coat buttoned up to the collar and sunglasses that did not show any hint of the eyes beneath. There was a serenity to him and the world seemed to flow around him and not bother him, people moved by him without brushing him at all, the lights did not flash down on him too brightly.

He was quite handsome.

Sara shook her head.

She was being stalked and all she could think about was picking up some stranger at the bar. A woman was slowly weaving her way through the crowd, the men would stop what they were doing and stared after her when she passed them by. Sara could see why, she was wearing a form fitting black vinyl of all things. Sara frowned slightly. Not exactly very lady like was it? The woman did not seem to notice or care about the attention as she moved slowly towards her table.

A black man wearing a stylish purple vest and black pants was standing casually near the entrance. She noticed him because he paused to smell the flower pinned to his vest.

What the hell was it about tonight that brought out the weirdoes?

She dropped her napkin and bent over to retrieve it just as the body builder type walked by, head turning in a precise manner scanning the crowd. She got back up and noticed that the woman in the vinyl was drawing closer to her. She was slightly concerned, then she noticed the handsome young man watching the woman in vinyl and a pang of jealousy jabbed her.

The music was swelling now and she allowed herself to relax, let the music flow through her as she watched the crowd around her, trying not to look in the young man’s direction.

The body builder spotted her as his eyes moved in a search pattern across the club from his position. He drew up, centered himself on her and verified her identity. He started his approach, gruffly pushing patrons and dancers out of the way. One hand quickly went into the depths of the jacket as he approached.

The other two that entered with him stopped immediately, turned and focused on the woman sitting at the table, simultaneously reaching into their jackets.

Sara stared up in surprise at the massive man that was now towering over her and the wicked looking silver weapon he was suddenly holding to her face. Her eyes widened and the fear rooted her in place as she saw a strange glow pulsing from the barrel of the gun and a low pitch whine began.

Reese was in motion, shoving a woman out of the way as he cleared the shotgun from his jacket and aimed at the Terminator before he could get a plasma burst off. He fired and the roar of the shotgun seemed to bring time back into focus.

The Terminator was rocked by the blast, twisting away for a moment. Reese advanced pumping the shotgun furiously and releasing another volley.

The other two Terminators began firing at Sara but she was already down on the floor, holding her hands to her ears as the roar of the shotgun deafened her to everything else. She did not even notice the plasma bursts that zipped overhead, catching the end of her table and violently flipping it upwards, smoking and smoldering from the directed energy’s effects.

Morpheus turned at his waist, pulling twin machine pistols from his leather duster, it flowed around him like the wings of a bat and time dilated as he drew the machine pistols aimed and fired. Time sped right back to normal the instant the first volley impacted against the female terminator. The twin bursts drove her back, over a table and sprawled out on the floor.

The black Terminator instantly switched priority targets to Morpheus and plasma bolts whipped by Morpheus who deftly back flipped away from the attack, feeling the heat from the phased bolts as they passed him by mere inches.

Neo vaulted over the railing from the bar and flashed over to the black terminator delivering a quick series of violent punches to the chest and head. The black Terminator reeled for a moment under the rain of blows. Neo began to delver a punch intended to knock it back across the dance floor when its free hand flashed up and caught Neo’s wrist.

Neo glanced at the Terminator’s hand, feeling the pressure increasing like a vise and tried to continue the punch’s forward momentum only to be held in place by the Terminator’s strength. Neo saw the other hand slowly coming up holding the plasma blaster. He smirked.

“You’re strong.” he noted and suddenly time dilated around them and Neo pulled his hand back out of the Terminator’s grip while simultaneously kicking outward connecting with the Terminator’s chest and sent it spinning backwards into a support column which cracked on impact, the plaster and concrete showered down around it, floating like snow in the air for a moment.

The Terminator’s CPU recognized the time dilation effect and counteracted. Time returned to normal and it extracted itself from the column, whipped up its gun hand and fired a burst from the plasma blaster.

“Neo!” Trinity shouted in alarm.

Reese ignored the rest and dove away as the body builder model managed to clear an Uzi from beneath its jacket and fired an steady burst at him. Kyle managed to leap behind the bar as the burst cut into the wood and chairs. A man standing dumbfounded at the bar was caught in the stream of bullet fire and danced like a marionette on a string for a moment before tumbling backwards.

Kyle peaked over the top of the bar and fired another blast from his shotgun.

Trinity stepped in as soon as the shot gun blast clipped the Terminator and suddenly time dilated and she floated straight up opposite the Terminator, hands above her head like the wings of a bird, legs cocked into kicking position.

The Terminator was reduced to merely noting the effect and then catching the kick on the chin. It was catapulted backwards, crashing through the security glass behind the counter at the entrance.

Trinity landed gracefully and turned her attention to Neo.

Meanwhile Neo instinctively held up his hand to stop the bolts. In alarm he noted that the coding of these weapon effects were vastly different than anything he had ever encountered. They were not stopping, merely slowing down to a near crawl giving him enough time to sidestep the bolts and he watched them intently as they flashed by, trying to discern their coding. There was something alien about them, yet disturbingly familiar, as if the programmers had intentionally tried to code an alien weapon effect, the underlying central coding was familiar but different. He could not explain it.

The mystery of the bolts had to wait as he took to the air and delivered a hammer kick to the Terminator’s head, sending it flying end over end into the crowd where it landed on its back with a crash.

Morpheus was racing over to Neo when the female Terminator suddenly rose from the floor and delivered a crushing blow into Morpheus’ midsection. Morpheus doubled over and crashed into a sea of tables down a level onto the dance floor.

Neo prepared to move when he paused as he felt something, like electricity running up his spine.

“Oh no.” he whispered. “Morpheus, Trinity, we need to leave NOW.”

“What is it Neo?” Trinity asked as she helped Morpheus up out of the tangle of tables.

“Whenever there’s a mess like this, some old friends always show up.” Neo replied darkly as he caught the female Terminator’s wrist as she tried to aim her plasma weapon at Trinity and Morpheus and twisted it up with a violent wrench, there was the sound of metal crunching against metal and the female Terminator’s hand went limp, dropping the weapon. She turned at her hip and tried to flip Neo over, but he held his ground and continued twisting her arm backward at an unnatural angle, rewarded with a squeal as micro pumps and hydraulics failed and her entire left arm assembly came loose and he kicked her feet out from under her driving her into the floor as three patrons huddling in a corner suddenly screamed as if underwater and morphed.

“Agents.” Trinity spat.

“Reese! We are leaving!” Morpheus barked as he brushed himself off.

Kyle agilely leapt down from the bar and crossed the distance between he and Sara in a heartbeat. He held out his hand to her.

She looked at the young man with the haunted eyes that had been watching her from the bar, shock kept her numb and frozen.

“Come with me if you want to live.” he declared.

The three agents adjusted their suits and turned to the assembled Zionists.

[Grand Admiral Thrawn]

Stravo, Reese would go with explosives, maybe an M-79, not a shotgun.

[Shroom Man 777]

WTF?! Neo's tearing T-X's arm?! COME ON!!!

And let the Terminator kick Morpheus and Trinity's asses as well! And do some damage to Neo! Come now! You're making the Terminators look like slugs! Shouldn't they just shrug off some of the weaker hits and kick some ass? Let what Kyle said be true, they ought to fight dirty to some extent to win.

Overall, it was great. I wanted it to be longer! Do you have any more? Yes, some more please Mr. Stravo, sir! I want a Matrix + Terminator car chase, and the Matrixers feeling the pain as an 18 wheeler attempts to run their car down.

You got more?

[Stravo]

All three were T-800's. One is double teamed by Trinity and Reese, one is damaged by Neo. Morpheus get knocked on his ass by one. Considering that they essentially ambushed the T-800's they handled themsleves well and the fight just started.

I'm trying to keep the spirit of the original with Reese using a shotgun. That and admittedly I'm not that knowledgable about guns, and explosives in a crowded place with innocents would not be cool.

[NecronLord]

I have no real problems with Neo ripping the arm of a T-800 off by virtue of the Wachowski Bros quasi mystic approach to him.

The bit with the clothes was pretty good.

[Trytostaydead]

I have to agree with Shroom a little bit on this one, why are the Zionists being more effective in their attacks than the Agents were? Perhaps the Agents were too cocky in the initial encounters?

Anyways, good chapter as always.

[Shroom Man 777]

Nah, I've been converted. Neo took on 1 Terminator. Trinity and Kyle double teamed one, Kyle pounding it with a fucking shotgun. Morpheus had his ass slammed to a bunch of tables.

I want Neo to actually respect the Terminators, I want him to feel the T-800 grip of doom and to get his ass pounded, if Kyle could give him a nutcracker, Uncle Bob can.

Oh.... will the real Uncle Bob be in the game as well?

[Stravo]

I have to agree with Shroom a little bit on this one, why are the Zionists being more effective in their attacks than the Agents were? Perhaps the Agents were too cocky in the initial encounters?

Anyways, good chapter as always.

Actually there IS a reason why the Agents don't fare well against the Terminators as opposed to the Zionists. But that would be giving away a key plot point.

Also please keep in mind, this is round one of a multiround fight in this chapter. The T-800's were surprised, now they move to seize initiative.