The Aftermath of the Battle at Sea



Soundwave hops off of the destroyer as it nears the shore. He lands with a harsh *thud* near some rocks.

Mechanical Spider slowly flies in toward the beach, toting her dinner in her legs. Her mandibles are already working in anticipation.

Devastator walks slowly on the ocean floor, carrying the prized air craft carrier and another special treat with him. Slowly his head breaks through the surface of the water among the white foam of the waves. His faceplate is emotionless. Slowly as he approaches the shore more and more of him is visible. His shoulders, his torso, the tip of the air craft carrier. Then more of it, then more, and then... there is something set on the deck of the air craft carrier. As Devastator nears the shore it becomes obvious what it is on deck... the remains of the autobot hovercraft transport. Devastator is just a one man salvage operation. After running the carrier aground Devastator dissolves.

Space Fighter [Cyclonus] comes in behind the carriers, changing course to take aim at the beach as he begins to skim the ground. Just like in an old James Bond movie, he hits the ejector seat, sending Galvatron flying out of his cockpit. As the Emperor leaves, he quickly transforms and takes up position slightly to the right and behind him.

Cyclonus shifts into his imposing robot mode.

Divebomb lands on the beach with a thud. No matter how battered and beaten the Predacon warrior looks, he smiles. For in his hands he holds the left wing of Archangel 3. "The first of many trophies for my new nest," he mutters to himself.

Galvatron leaps out of Cyclonus as the ejector mechanism engages. Landing with a loud thump, he quickly turns to stare out over the ocean, optics feverishly bright, inner turmoil resolving itself into a moment of mocking laughter.

Rocky Beach

    Encircling this island is a narrow strip of coarse golden sand and pebbles, interspaced with the occasional patch of black sand that indicates volcanic origins. Still adrift in the surrounding waters are thick, twisted coils of sickly green seaweed, bearing an uncanny resemblance to the tentacles of some massive, deformed beast. Towering high above the mixed sand and pebbles of the beach are dark, forboding cliffs of rough black basalt, about as inviting as prison walls and showing about as much of the island's interior.

Contents:
Long Haul
Galvatron
Devastator
Motormaster
Shockwave
Divebomb
Mechanical Spider
Soundwave(#29 PiOVeACF)
Modified F-15 <Dirge>
Sweepcraft [Revenant]
Cyclonus
Sensor2
Obvious exits:
Ocean <O> leads to South Pacific - Indonesia/Australian Coast.
Cliff <C> leads to Lost City.

Shockwave stands on the shoreline, surveying the battered but still serviceable watercraft. "These will serve efficiently as raw materials for the reconstruction of Trypticon," he notes. "I imagine the EDC will be most discomfited at the loss of a carrier, as well as a destroyer."

Soundwave resonates, "Operation successful. Damage to Decepticon forces.. negligible."

Scavenger laughs madly. "See! See! I told you we could take that auto-wreck with us too!" he laughs with glee. "Ours, all ours! I scavanged it! Mine!" he cries out with joy.

Sweepcraft [Revenant] follows Cyclonus down keeping in formation perfectly, he too transforms and lands stand slightly behind Cyclonus knowing too well his true place in life.

The sweepcraft reforms into the imposing figure of Revenant.

Scrapper touches down on the ground and smiles behind his mask, "Now that, my fellow Decepticons, is the way that a battle SHOULD go." He even goes so far as to congratulate the other Constructicons. "My Lord Galvatron," he says, approaching the laughing Commander, "With these raw materials, my Constructicons will have Trypticon finished within the week!"

Mechanical Spider comes to a landing on the beach and immediately begins to chew away at the metal stabilizer fin she ripped off Briar's plane. The sound of contented munching comes from her as she crunches away.

Modified F-15 <Dirge> flies in with his Seekers and transforms as he hits the ground, glancing Thrust and rest. "Thrust. Oversee guards for this station," he comments and looks at the group. "Excellent work, all of you. Even you, Crapshoot." Crapshoot beams. He then turns and salutes Galvatron. "Operation goals have been met, Galvatron," he says, "We now have enough raw materials to complete Trypticon repairs."


       The modified F-15 jet transforms into the fearful form of DIRGE.

Scrapper eyes Scavenger and snorts, but manages to avoid hitting him. Scavenger /did/ do well, so he's earned a night off from getting wacked for being an idiot.

Scavenger hmphs loudly. "I am /not/ an idiot. I'm a genius!" he replies to Scrapper. "You're just jelious /you/ didn't think of taking that autobot hover-wreck!" he calls abck.

Divebomb says, "That was a glorious battle! Conquer the skies and all below shall fall! Whether it be land or sea. So what plans are there once Trypticon is repaired, my lord."

Galvatron's moment of vocalized amusement fades, the quiet laughter subsiding as his troops beginto land and congratulate one another. Turning slowly about, he listens and watches the landings and settlings, summoning an air of pleased enjoyment to shroud his more violent wants at the moment. "Well done, my Decepticons. Perfectly planned, plotted and executed. With continued manuvers such as this, soon we will have what we deserve..."

Scrapper eyes Scavenger and says, "Hey, that WAS my thought, you worthless bucket of loose bolts!" He marches over to Scavenger and waves a fist menacingly, ignoring Galvatron, "Why I should just... bah, I have more important things to do than deal with you, Scavenger."

Scavenger hrumphs loudly. "Liar! You're always taking credit for my wonderful ideas!" he calls back, "It isn't fair! I'm the real brains of this bunch!"

Scrapper growls and stands right in front of Scavenger, shouting in his face, "Your... oh for the... YOUR ideas?! You halfwitted scruffy looking... NERF HERDER! Since when did YOU ever get a decent idea in your wretched life?!"

Shockwave watches Scrapper and Scavenger bicker, and shakes his head. He begins hiking back up towards the Lost City; he's been studying some of the engravings in his spare time.

Cyclonus remains by Galvatron's side, a blank wall of emotionlessness, like a brand new wall in New York city that hasn't been defiled by grafitti yet. He watches as the others talk about the battle, the way the ships went down or how they got a good shot in on this or that Automated Robot. He listens as the Constructicons begin their normal 'who's a bigger idiot' conversation, as the seekers speak of who the better flier is. He waits for Galvatron to finish his little speech, watching the reactions of his pleasure wash across all the gumbie's faces.

Revenant merely stands, quietly watching the other Decepticons patting themselves on the back or other such boistrous and ultimately pointless actions. For him this mission was a tedious thing, even if it was necessary. Nothing at all like a true Hunt.

Soundwave turns and follows the procession toward Trypticon. As he walks he pulls out a datapad and begins typing something.

Scavenger growls back to Scrapper, "I have them all the time!" he replies, "And you /know/ what I'm talking about if you want a recent example." he shouts back, looking like he's about to lunge for Scrapper. "I'm tired of being treated like a useless puppy who's only good for digging up the back yard." Yes, he has to say it, "You will respect my authoriah!"

Scrapper throws his hands up into the air, "Oh pu-LEASE! You call THAT a good idea?!" He gives Scavenger a shove and takes another step towards him, "I'll tell you what... once YOU design a fully functional battle fortress AND act as foreman for the job then MAYBE I'll admit that you're not such a pathetic little weiny! YOU respect MAH authoritah! You ain't got NONE from where I'm sittin'!"

Divebomb trudges back towards Trypticon with his fellow Decepticons. While walking he realizes that he took a lot more and harder hits than he thought...ouchies! All the while sidestepping the arguing Constructicons and continuing on his way.

Scavenger fumes for a moment, his eyes seething with anger, before he lunges for Scrapper's midsection trying to grab on to him and topple him bodilly.

Mechanical Spider ignores the Constructicons and just continues to gnaw on her stabilizer meal. "Hrm... needs salt."

Galvatron its the bigger idiot conversation that cuts his little speech reparing short.. Amusement wars with ire, finally settling on a happy medium. "Cyclonus, have the wounded seen to. I seem to have need to remind someone about the unhealthy aspects of infighting.."

Shockwave looks back, sees Scrapper and Scavenger fighting, shakes his head and stops to watch, mentally counting the seconds till Galvatron blasts them both.

Soundwave pauses and turns, seeing that Galv has stopped to.. 'take care' of the Constructicons personally.

Scrapper grrrraaaghs and grabs onto Scavenger as he's lunged at. The pair stagger backwards right past the Insecticon who's ignoring them. "I'll give you respect! I'll give you authoritah! I'll give it to you with my FIST!" As the pair fall to the ground in a mess of lime green limbs,

Scrapper tries giving a few awkward roundhouse punches to the gut.

Cyclonus gives a quick nod, a shake of his head to Scavenger, and takes some quickly paced steps back from He Who Must Not Be Upset. And although his orders are to see to the wounded, he wants to see how order is restored this time.

Small Black Cassette has arrived.

Small Black Cassette is brought into the room.

Soundwave drops Ravage.

Soundwave goes so far as to eject Ravage to see this one.

Scavenger is sprawled out on the floor with Scrapper, wrestling with him like two schoolyard boys. He gets punched in the side of the gut repeatedly, and he groans loudly, then brings up his knee into Scrapper's groin.

Galvatron has a distinct casual air about him as he strides towards the two brawling Constructicons. He stops a mere handful of feet away, casually folding his arms across his front and peering at them, optics backlit with that restrained rage filled violence that combative manuvers brings on. Almost as an afterthought, he warms up the peacemaker, allowing the power cells within to reach for a feverish pitch of warning.

Small Black Cassette is ejected from Soundwave's cassette compartment, gliding across the air for a short moment before transforming into his Cybertronian panther mode. The feline lands on all fours, alert, but also reveals a hint of confusion at the purpose of him being summoned by his master from his highly cautious behavior.


       The small midnight black cassette rapidly expands in size, and shortly unfolds into the form of a Cybertronian panther.

Divebomb pauses. He realizes some have stopped to watch the fistfight. He turns back around and shrugs his shoulders. "I'll see them in the medical bay..." and clutching his prize moves on.

Scrapper cackles as he starts to get the upper hand, "Shows what happens when you mess with your SUPERIOR, you wretched twit!" Suddenly Scrapper's optics bulge out and he gasps painfully as he clutches his pelvis, "Ahhhhh...!" He wheezes. He doesn't hear the Peacemaker as he's busy kicking ass. "You'll pay for that!" Scrapper launches his head forward in a wicked headbutt.The loud clink of metal can be heard as Scrapper hits his forehead against Scavenger's headplate.

Luckilly for Scavenger, he's very hard headed. In more way then one. He shakes his head from side to side, while screaming, "You fraud! All you do is steal my ideas! You're no more a leader then starscream was!" As he wrestles with Scrapper his tail-shovel rises up high, and then comes crashing down.. on Scrapper's leg.

Uhoh... Someone said the evil S-word..

Dirge blinks. "..." He dives behind the nearest cover.

Cyclonus begins taking quicker steps backwards as the S word is mentioned. This is not gonna be this pretty for long.

Soundwave transforms and lands behind a big rock.

Soundwave collapses in upon himself, his angular form turning and contracting until all that remains is a small, innocuous cassette player.

Shockwave puts his hand over his optic and shakes his head, a surprising reaction for Shockwave. Even he feels the need to facepalm now and then, perhaps.

Scrapper growls and shouts, "You're worse than HOOK, you twotiming backstabbing non-loser-wannabe sucktacular piece of SLAG!" Scrapper lunges up and leaps towards Scavenger, "Your ideads are idiotic! At least Starscream wasn't a completely worthless idiot! HE at least got things done in a semi-competant manner!" As the shovel comes swinging at him, Scrapper grabs it with both hands and wheezes, struggling to push it away from him, "Give up, afthole!"

Divebomb pauses. Nah...nobody would say the S-word...or would they. He quickens his pace to Trypticon.

Revenant having been neither dismissed or alotted another task merely stands his ground and awaits what is likely to be another lesson in pain and humiliation.

Scavenger growls, unable to move his shovel no matter how hard he pushes agaisnt Scrapper, as they are evenly matched strength-wise. He allows Scrapper to keep hold of his 'tail', lifting his right leg and using his tail for leverage in an attempt to kick him in the face.

Galvatron's smile freezes as he hears.. a word.. a name.. He was fine.. Really.. In complete control.. A master at work.. Hell, the aforementioned is dead by rights.. But something.. deep within, grawing at his internal systems like a rat at a carcass springs to life once more, a fleeting mental conversation occurs between the dynamic leader and the beast withen. His fingers tighten into fists, Mr. Peacemaker having long gone past the happy whining warning tone to the impending, iminent explosion tone. With a nod to himself, he speaks, voice seemingly calm, cool and collected, smooth even, devoid of inflection aside from his usual rasp. "Excuse me..." He staps closer to the rolling duo, footfalls a stalk, optics narrowing to slits as the facade of control begins to crack like brittle glass in a hurricane, "You two do realize." the voice remains utterly calm and even coherent sounding, "that." the voice begins to break, the calm flaking away as the rise to violence takes hold, "Starscream.." there it is again, that *name*.. "is dead.. despite any.." he unfolds his arms, fingers curving into claws, "however impossible... claims.." another step, "to a lack of idiocy.. yes?" His face twists into a malevolent miasma of hatred, fingers clutching and unclutching... restraint failing, the facade cracking utterly as he leaps at the duo, "bare..hands.." he growls to himself, reaching for whichever of the hapless Constructicons he gets to first, "GAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!"

Mechanical Spider glances up at the sound of Galvatron's scream and nervously picks up the remains of her meal to run off to safer ground with it. Insecticons tend to scatter when that cannon powers up, whether or not they had anything to do with it.

Cyclonus now knows what's comming, and the fear can be seen behind his optics. He takes to the air, pushing backwards from the ground to put as much distance between him and the future char marks on the ground.

Revenant knows just how far the two Constructicons have pushed this and now they are going to learn just how powerful Unicronians can be. Impassively he watches he has seen these sort of thing many times in his shortlife.

Galvatron reaches for the two constructicons, optics a fiery blaze of pure, unadulterated rage. He might be heard muttering "bare hands" over and over as the enraged utterly having a mild attack of the psychos emperor moves to slam the two battling constructicons bodily into one another. Repeatedly.

Galvatron strikes Scrapper with Homicidal smash-fest.

Galvatron strikes Scavenger with Homicidal smash-fest.

Scrapper grins as he manages to get Scavenger's shovel imobilized, "Where's your lies NOW, you freak? Where's your- Eh, what the-?" Scrapper suddenly turns towards Galvatron and blinks, "Oh Shazbot... You idiot, Scavenger! Now look what you did! You broke Lord Galvatron!" That's the last thing Scrapper ends up saying as Galvatron reaches the pair of them. The Constructicon Commander is heaved up into Galvatron's arms and WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM!! WHAM WHAM WHAM!... WHAM! A few minutes latter, a chunk of lime-green metal gets tossed to the ground. Tough to which is which, though.

Scavenger is trying in vain to kick Scrapper as he gets lifted up into the air. "Lemme go Long-.." he falls utterly silent as he notices it isn't Long Haul that grabbed him. A moment before he comes face to face with Scrapper he manages to burt out "I want my maternal programmer!" and then his faceplate gets rather intimate knowlege, as well as a nice imprint of Scrapper's shoulderplate.

Galvatron seems to be having an moment of utter unholy glee as he smashes the two constructicons into one another. His voice raises to a fevered pitch, fairly screaming, "NEVER SAY THAT WORD AGAIN! NEVER EVER! *slam*EVER! *smash* EVER!" *SLAM* " DO I make myself *SMASH* /perfectly/ *SLAM* CLEAR?!?!?" His lips have formed a manged tainted version of a smile, an expression of enjoyment forever sundered by the moment. "Now.." the facade of calm descends upon him once more ashe steps back, dropping the duo, "if you two are done..." The moment passes like a cloud obscuring the sun as he looks at the two with a thoughtful look, "congratulations on a mission well accomplished." As if he didnt just physically accost the two...

Or as if they are in a state to hear him... then again.. more impressive things have happened.

<Decepticon> Soundwave says, "Medical response team.. report to coordinates <blahx, blahy, blahz> for retrieval operation."

<Decepticon> Shockwave says, "Bring a container to carry the spare parts."

<Decepticon> Cyclonus says, "And possibly some core-stabalizer units."

Scavenger lifts one arm slightly up into the air, his face still buried in the sand. "Phank Voo Sur.." he replies, his arm then dropping flatly, and mangled to the sand.

Scrapper coughs up a mecha-lung and twitches. Crawling to his feet, he eyes Scavenger and gives him a swift kick when Galvatron isn't looking. "You idiot." He mutters quietly just so his brother can hear. Semi-link 'n all. Saluting the best he can to the purple one, Scrapper wobblse on his feet. He looks down at Scavenger and smirks. That'll learn him.

Cyclonus shakes his head as he hovers. Considering what he's seen happen before, what they've all seen happen before, these two got off with a slight slap on the wrist.

Shockwave watches the Constructicons get the utter crap knocked out of them, before heaving a huge mental sigh. Oh well. At least that was useful. Don't say 'Starscream' around Galvatron. On the up side, if Shockwave feels like destabilizing Galvatron's sanity, he could always have the name painted on several surfaces around the bases. Sped or Spoiler would be happy to do it.

Revenant is still stood watching and in fact has derived a little pleasure from Galvatron's outburst and demonstration of power, in fact seeing as they can still move on their own Galvatron seems to have gone a little easy on them.

No Sped wouldn't.

Mechanical Spider waits in silence for a moment after the beating subsides. Her red optics are flip between the remains of the Constructicons and Galvatron himself as she considers whether or not she can get away with hopping over there and helping herself to some desert in the way of those mangled bodies.

Soundwave's medical gumbies make their way out of Trypticon and down to the short, carrying several large stretchers. "Okay, where's the stiff?" their 'leader' asks.

Galvatron 'blinks' several times, dusting his hands off in an absent gesture. "Now.. " he turns to take in those watching the debaucle. "Have these two repaired immediatly so that they can.. redeem their poor choices of vernacular in utilizingthe spoils from the event to return trypticon to his proper glory."

The lead medical gumby salutes Galvatron, "Yes sir Lord Galvatron immediately sir!" He turns to his crew. "You heard 'im, get these two.. three.. uh... right. Just pick up all the green pieces!"

Mechanical Spider sighs in dismay as the medics arrive to pick up the pieces. Rats. She settles back down to gnaw on her trophy.



Scavenger tries to fight the Medical gumby's that come to put him on a stretcher. "I'mb jbust bine!" he cries out, still having his face buried in the sand, his left leg about a foot away from the rest of his body. "I'mb bust bresting ere!" he insists.

Sweet. Scrapper's punishment is to do the work he enjoys. I love you, Galvatron. Scrapper fires a look at Hook, who's probably laughing his ass off right now. The lime green engineer gratefully accepts the help of the medical gumbies and is carted off to medic-land, where he'll be pumped full of drugs and other fun things.

The gumbies work together as a team, unlike most other Decepticons, at putting Scavenger onto a stretcher. "Just lie down, sir," one of them says to Scrapper. "You've suffered serious trauma to the uh.. face.. I think.. and I, um.. shoulder?"

Another gumby says, "No, that's his arm." The first replies, "Then what's it doing -there-? Uh.. maybe we shouldn't be having this discussion in front of the patient." They both nod in agreement and cart off the Constructicons to medbay.

Scavenger mumbles from his own stretcher. "That's his tailplate. I get them mixed up all the time too.""


Galvatron turns on a heel, striding across the beach with a focused air about him as he studies the mass of metal that the Decepticons brought home this evening. His smile has returned to its usual crookedness, optics once again their usual maelstrom of fire and light.

The cassette player seems to fall apart quickly, but then with astonishing speed expands to fill a volume many times its former size. Arms and legs twist and set into their proper locations as the face of Soundwave flips up, emerging from the center of what is now his chest.

Soundwave transforms, moving back from around his hiding spot and.. walks off, back into Trypticon.

       Leaning backwards slightly, Ravage makes a graceful leap into the air. His size decreases significantly as he folds into a midnight black cassette.