Trac-Tor
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
Willpower
You are like a sports car, you are so fast.
The smell of sex and money, and you can go far.
But I am like a tractor, I am slow but I am fit.
And eventually I'll find you, and crush you like a little shit.[1]
Rikti War
The Rikti destroyed a lot of things on that faithful May morning when they attacked Paragon City. But one would never have guessed that their biggest mistake was the destruction of one unassuming bowling alley in Kings Row. This bowling alley you see was one of the favorite places of a man known as Trac-Tor. An angry man but generally quiet man who before that day kept primarily to himself.
It would prove a fatal mistake by the Rikti.
During the Rikti War, Trac-Tor was most well known in Kings Row for his perchance to picking up large unwieldy machinery, such as cars, generators and masonry and hurling them at the Rikti ships and portals. Most often followed by or including an profanity laced string of insults about their heritage, mothers, wives and dogs.
During one of his more profanity laden acts of unspeakable violence upon a Rikti invading force Trac-Tor managed to grab ahold of a Rikti Headman gunner. While strangling the life out of the flailing Rikti soldier and shaking the much smaller Rikti soldier like a ragdoll the teleporting device in the soldiers suit activated. Dropping the unconscious soldier Trac-Tor took a moment to look at his surroundings. He had absolutely no clue where he was, unknown to him the teleporter had deposited them both on a Rikti ship.
Trac-Tor solved his confusion the only way he knows by punching holes through several walls. Several walls into the ships structure sirens began to go off around him and a cadre of Rikti Infantry appeared around a corner leveling their guns on the hulking form of what they assumed was a man.
Heaving a large piece of the ships interior wall at the group of gathered Rikti Trac-Tor lunges at them. Grabbing the nearest not knocked down by wall Trac-Tor swung the gunman as an improvised weapon, the last of the standing infantry falling like bowling pins. Tossing the Rikti in his hands down he rounds the corner from where the Rikti came from finding a sealed door, the klaxons growing ever louder.
A single ham sized fist hit the door, leaving a fist shaped dent, "TRACTOR HATE NOISE. UGLY ANNOYING CREATURES TURN OFF NOISE!" Another hit and the door shifted in the frame, a second fist shaped hole denting it.
Sailing backwards as the third strike hit it the door scattered across the floor with a loud clang.
Passport Office Error
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Tractina
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References
- ↑ Tractor by Combichrist
