Illinois

 

     Illinois, a major center of heavy industry, is a place rich in beauty and history as well. The north consists of prairies, bluffs, and historic river towns. The western part of the state is an abundant rural area rich in historic sites and great architecture. The central region was the home of Lincoln, and his presence is still felt. The south is a land of rolling hills and sparkling lakes. Chicago, blues capital of the world, is home to perhaps one of the most spectacular skylines in the world.

 

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Shellshock

Rock'N Roll Hall of Fame

Hun-Grrr descends from the skies above.

Hun-Grrr has arrived.

 

Shellshock flies down fast and lands inside the property, striding for the plant itself, "Hun-grrr, I'm sure there is plenty of food around to scavenge, Mixmaster you have cube capabilitys?

 

Homunculus quirks a brow as he settles to the ground behind the others. "This is suprising. Shouldn't there at least be little humans running about screaming and flailing their arms in abject terror?" Shaking his head, the little tape looks something very close to bored. "Absolutely pathetic. I think even the scum on Monacus would amuse me more."

 

"Indeed I do," Mixmaster says as he lands next to Shellshock. He's going to assume he's in a wide area like a carpark for the purposes ont his pose, unless Shellshock has something else in mind. In his hands is one /sliightly/ battered Energon Cubilator 3000. But don't worry, Mixy fixed it! So we /know/ there won't be any problems with it! "Where does this puppy get set up? Oh, actually," he says, shoving it in the direction of Shellshock. "Here you go. I've got a fun idea..."

Shellshock turns and walks twords the big concrete domes, "Homunculus, there are a few guards over there in those small towers." He strides over and punches one of them, cracking the already worn down concrete, I'm sure that the autobots will be here soon enough.

 

Homunculus waggles his arms in mock terror. "Guards?! Why didn't anyone tell me? Is this the point where I run in fear or pretend that I care enough about them to terminate their miserable lives? Idiotic flesh creatures." Protests aside, he does heft his cannon arm and, after a brief whining build-up of power, unleash a few well placed shots to put the terrans on the move.

 

The human guards actualy stay long enough to take a few shots at cons before fleeing, thier contracts did NOT cover giant robots

 

Hun-Grrr flies through the America's called the United States with the other Cons around him. United? United by and of what? If they truly were united the Decepticons wouldnt dominate them as they do. He descends through the air pulling out his giant grey sonic gun as he does so. But, as he nears 50ft or above the ground he cuts off his jet thrusters in his feet and drops to the ground below landing solidly.. *boom* creating a haze of dust to surround him. Moments later he is stalking out of it and towards the nuclear plant not too far away. He nods and issues a gutteral growl at Shell and

Mixmaster as they give their comments. "Mixmaster.. I do suggest you get started immediately in procuring our energon from those nuclear reactors. I don't want this raid being a waste of time and energy. Shellshock, Homunculus.. since I have heard that the two of you have some skill with weapons I think it best you take look-out points there, and there.. while I stand ground between you. We keep them busy.. and let Mixmaster gather as much energon as he can." He stroles over to a spacious area a fair distance away from the reactors not wanting ot be near them if a stray shot should get to close..

 

Mixmaster still has the Energoncubilator 3000 in his hands, he's waiting VERY impatiently at this point for Shellshock to take the damn thing. And he will, won't he, since Mixy told him to. Oh goody, now Hun-Grrr thinks HE's the boss. "Shut up, Hun-Grr! This will go automatically! Now someone go set it up! I've got plans to do!" He drops the device on the ground, before transforming and heading off, somewhere for reasons unknown.

 

Mixmaster leans down as his legs fold up backwards. He falls down frontwards as he completes his transformation into a Green Cement Truck. His Cauldron begins rotating once again.

 

Homunculus would yawn if he could. "For this the best warriors of the Empire were roused from their boredom?" Taking a few

half-hearted potshots at the departing humans, he doesn't seem all that concerned when he misses. "Lookout," he snorts with undisguised contempt, "A job fit for a seeker, an idiot's task. Although I would welcome the Autobots at this point. I grow increasingly less amused by this endeavor." Clenching his fists in anticipation, he gazes off into the distance. "Yes, let them come. I would welcome sending some of those fools to their deaths tonight."

 

Shellshock looks at mix and hun'grrr, "Alright both of you shut the slag up and listen, I arranged this, i'm in charge. You want to pull rank fine if this fails it's on your heads. Mixmaster, get your aft in gear and get through that hole in the dome, get it set up and going. Hun'grrr, you do have a good suggestion as far as lookout points. Homuncules, if they come it will be through that entrance over there, if you want to take that post behind those storage sheds, i'll gladly give you first shot at them.

 

Scorch descends from the skies above.

Scorch has arrived.

Scorch slowly enters the area.

 

Warthog 3865 <Hovertank Mode> has arrived.

 

DepthCharge arrives from the North Central State region.

DepthCharge has arrived.

 

Homunculus glances towards the gates and shrugs once more. "I've no intention of hiding behind the shed and if I want the opening shot of this little skirmish, I will take it." Shaking his head with disgust, he tromps off towards the power plant's main entrance. "I will wait here and meet our foes head on. Let them face the might of the Decepticon elite! I will tear them limb from limb and enjoy every horrifying moment of it! Muhahahahahaha!"

 

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> grunts. "I'm not pulling rank! But I do outrank you, so WAIT, you imbecile!" he calls out, showing exactly how well he's used to being a leader. "Let me do this first.. then toss me the Energoncubilator." A nozzle protrudes from the rear of his truck mode. He begins making his way slowly to the entrance, coating the ground about it in a very slick substance. Any Autobots trying to approach the cubes will find a difficult time, now. Unless, you know, they STOLE ANTI-GRAVS FROM POOR COMCAST. Spray spray spray.. Mixmaster sprays.

 

M1A1 MBT's engine rumbles as it rolls valoriously up to the scene! (rumble rumble rumble) The heavy tracks tear up the terrain in its wake, and the optical sensor atop the turret scans the surrounds.

 

DepthCharge flies on through the skies of Illinois, sending a radio message to Teletran II, to see if there have been any reports on the terran radio bands yet of the exact location of the Decepticons. Illinois is a big place. And, hey, isn't this the place where those guys from 'The Practice' are from.

 

Shellshock turns as he picks up the device and starts inside through the hole in the dome The massive 25 foot hole in the concrete barrier. "Slaggit Mixmaster, I'll do it, sense you seem so hellfire bent on slowling us down.

 

Hun-Grrr growls and watches the cement truck as it drives away towards the nuclear plant and reactors to his own scheming. "Presumptuous of you Mixmaster that you think you can do as you please.. But *dare* to speak to me again and like that Scrapper will have one less gumpy to worry about feeding." He continues to watch as he lays his 'plan' in action.. "Though.. for a Constructicon.. you do have some generally good ideas. Good, yes.. very nice.." he says as the slippery concoction is laid on the ground." The large Terror bursts out laughing then.. while thinking to himself 'We're doomed'. He turns to Shell.. "Very well, grunt. Prove your worth and lead us into glorious victory. But remember, if you fail it will be your head that I rip off and feed to Blot." Turning to Homunculus he asks, "Any signs of resistance?"

 

Homunculus quirks a brow as he begins to see things in the distance. Things that very clearly need a pounding for daring to show up at anything he's involved in. "Yes. At the moment, I'm not sure exactly what. But I'm sure whoever it is will be both ineffective and a nuisance." Quickly checking the charge on his weapons, the diminutive Decepticon smirks maliciously. "Foolish heroes, I look forward to terminating their meager lives."

 

Scorch is lazily flying along behind DepthCharge glad to finally find sombody that doesn't rocket ahead leaving him in a cloud of exhaust. OOOhhh is that yarn down there?? No wait must focus on going to see what the Decepticons are up to since Ultra Magnus is too busy hanging curtains in his office or something. "Me not know why we have to be da ones to go see. wake me Scorch from good dream of smashing him crazy-brain. Why not sends somebody who no good at smashing, like him Bumblesbee or Smokescreams?" A few grumbles later brings him to the ulitmate question, "Are we der yets?"

 

From Warthog 3865 <Hovertank Mode>, Marissa would never admit this to anyone, but she's been looking for another chance to get at the Decepticons ever since Galvatron dealt out some horrific blows to her Hovertank. The Colonel also wishes to prove to Grimlock what humans are capable of, even if she has to shove some poor Decepticon's head in his face. Marissa doesn't really mean that, she's just trying to control her temper about such matters, and there's precious little else that can piss her off than someone claiming a human is weak and inferior. Regardless, the Warthog makes good time across the land, and the hoverpods have no problem with the slicks on the ground. "Well, that's one advantage this crate has over the old style of tanks..." she mutters to herself. Pulling back on some levers and tapping a few buttons, the dorsal mounted gatling gun and side-missile pods begin to charge up. The Warthog is, naturally, below DepthCharge and Scorch. And, interestly, tries to take command of the situation. "DepthCharge, Scorch, Valour, remember that the Decepticons stealing the loot are the objective. Standard Decepticon procedure has soldiers distracting any defending force while others steal the supplies. Don't be fooled by this."

 

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> has finished coating the ground. "Hee!" he snickers to himself as he transforms. "A-hee hee hee." Yeah, he's all excitered. His lime green hands outstretched, he calls out "Toss me the cubilator!" As an afterthought, he wonders how good a throw Shellshock really is...

 

The Cement Truck's cab folds down and splits in two, forming Mixmaster's legs and feet. His wheels and part of his sides shift out into his arms, which push himself up. The Constructicon lifts himself up onto his feet and looks eagerly for something to smelt.

 

EDC Hovertank <Protector> arrives from the North Central State region.

EDC Hovertank <Protector> has arrived.

 

Shellshock has already moved inside the plant. and has swept aside any guards there. His optic band flickering as he looks about and breaks into the reactor area, setting off all kinds of intruder alarms and area breached tones.

Mixmaster stands up to take the Energoncubilator 3000 (TM), the device all Decepticons need when Soundwave isn't there to make empty cubes, when he realises that Shellshock has flown into the building already. "Oh, for the love of... AUTO-AUTO-AUTOBOTS!" No, he's not wishing for affection from the enemy, he's just noticed incoming. He pulls out his pistol from subspace and flies over the goop.

 

Homunculus is very clearly a target, standing right in the middle of the gate like he is. Of course, he's not too much bigger than the average human. Rubbing his hands with maniacal glee, the unpleasant little tape cackles before gesturing towards the oncoming forces of good. "It does appear that our 'guests' have arrived." Raising his hand in the international gesture of 'stop your butt right there' Homie is silent for a long moment as he surveys the oncoming foo...er heroes. "Come no further, Autobots and insignificant flesh creatures! To interfere in the will of the Empire is to invite death. I give you but one chance to turn tail and flee back to whatever pit of filth spawned you. Turn back ... or be destroyed!"

 

Hun-Grrr watches all his nice little Cons run around setting into motion most of what he 'suggested' they accomplish. Whether they follow his 'advice' or not is up to them. Orders? Nah.. he's not for giving orders - just coercing others to do his will.. mostly out of fear of his might. A raucous arises all around him as Mixxy screams out like a girl that the Autobots are here.. and the tape declares that he is mighty and all.. But the Terror knows better. The first to arrive is some sort of EDC hovertank.. a nice new design to it by the looks. Hun-Grrr issues out deep growls of detest, ones that would rival his more feral growls of his alt mode. Taking care to avoid the slick substance that's oozing all over the ground he switches the gun to his left hand and balls up his right into a fist... and charges the hovertank. He overhears only a small portion of the occupants orders, but can tell by the voice who it is. "So nice of you to take notice of us.. let me show my appreication."

 

Hun-Grrr misses Warthog 3865 <Hovertank Mode> with his Fists of Fury attack.

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From EDC Hovertank <Protector>, Aaron Maas rolls in in the Protector. As the Protector brings Mixmaster into view its weapons come to bear on the Construction and the weapons charge and a laser blast Is loosed at the lime green con.

Aaron Maas powers up EDC Hovertank <Protector>'s weapon array and fires it at Mixmaster.

 

<Attack:> EDC Hovertank <Protector> used laser. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

EDC Hovertank <Protector> strikes you with laser for 1 points of damage.

 

Scorch lands on the ground just outside the gates to the main plant. Pavement cracks and gives as his bulk settles on it leaving two foot prints behind as he moves on. As usual he seems totally oblivious to what he was told to do when Marissa took charge of the situation, like like he would listen to a human anyway. Heck it's a surprise when he listens to anyone other than Grimlock at all. Humans..Bah! And a girl too!! Intent on doing his own thing he starts to wander around the outer perimeter of the building, he himself landed on the wrong side of the slick. "Me Scorch find da Septicons. Teach dem to do stuff dat wakes me up." Closing in on a parked car he gives it a nudge with his foot and waits for a response. "Dis not one of dem. me looks over der." He then proceeds to another car a few meters away. He doesn't quite make it to that car as a few Decepticons emerge from the buildings behind him and catch his attention by shouting out what might be mistaken as an order of some type. This of course prompts him to turn towards them and begin his approach one lumbering step at a time.

 

DepthCharge sighs to Scorch as they fly along, "Just a little further. Just a little further. Just a little further. Look, how about we pass the time by playing a fun game?" He says energetically, travelling near the area Marrisa's hover tank is hovering over oil slicks, "I spy with my little eye.. something beginning with.." and it is then that the Decepticons come into view and some start to attack. "D.." he finishes. Frowning. He powers up his own weapon systems. Floating to a halt above the oil slicks and in front of the gate, DepthCharge is /viciously/ assaulted with legal warning from Homunculus. Oh Homunculus. Poor poor deluded Homunculus. DepthCharge here is the master of legal jargon. He says in retaliation to the tape, "Members of the Decepticon Empire. You are trespassing on private terran property. You are hereby ordered to leave immediately. Failure to do so will result in use of physical force and a fine of $5000 credits. We are armed." Take /that/ Tapey! To prove so, DepthCharge fires off a warning shot for the benefit of the tape. Unfortunately that warning shot passes awfully close to Mixmaster.

 

<Attack:> DepthCharge used taser. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

DepthCharge strikes you with ball lightning for 5 points of damage.

 

From Warthog 3865 <Hovertank Mode>, Marissa is apparently not as foolish as everyone thinks. Even though she's the first to lead the charge into the battlefield, she evidently has a plan. "I'm going inside to find out who's going after the actual supplies," She barks over her radio, not wanting anyone to start giving her any backtalk. "Everyone else, make sure the Decepticons out here aren't able to cause anymore damage." With expert piloting, Colonel Fairbourne hears the voice of a certain large Terrorcon, and the tank tilts to the side as it roars past him, narrowly avoiding getting that fist through the chassis. Were it another Con, she might think about making some smartass retort back to him, but Marissa doesn't want

Hun-Grrr to come interfere with her personal mission. As she hears Scorch's reply, Marissa frowns. Idiot Dinobots. "I'm counting on you out there to do your job." She leaves it at that as the tank passes over the slick (love those hoverpods) and into the building. "Decepticons," she announces to any inside. "I don't plan on making this easy for you..." The tank is thankfully small enough to maneuver as well as a Transformer does, and upon spotting Shellshock, lets fly with a low level laser burst from the gatling gun. She's careful not to accidently strike the Non-Nuclear (Nukes ain't themely) equipment.

 

Warthog 3865 <Hovertank Mode> strikes Shellshock with Gatling Laser.

 

Homunculus snorts as the Autobots not only ignore his warnings, they presume to try and talk /him/ into leaving. A disturbing cackle erupts from somewhere deep within the diminutive Decepticon, and he takes nearly a full second to chortle with amusement. "A fine?! I will mint the coins from your carcass, foolish Autobot! You should have fled while you had the chance!" Rising slightly in the air to make a more imposing figure, Homie gestures grandly. "Decepticons! Press the attack, let nothing survive! Bwahahaahahahaha!" The menacing bore of his cannon-arm rises into position in preperation for what is most certainly not a warning shot. "Die, Autobots! Die by my hand!" Having been extremely vocal, the tape warrior does not get the opportunity to follow through on his threat just yet. But soon....

 

DepthCharge pulls out a medical scanner and runs a check on Shellshock.

 

Shellshock works hard, getting the device set up and working, tapping the plant and letting the machien do it's thing. He sets up the track and then turns, watching the opening as he transforms, guarding the cubes and thier maker. He takes the lasers as he growls, "Leave me be human, i'll not let you interfear with my mission." The barrels glowing as he fires back

 

Shellshock jumps up, starting to transform as his legs and arms fold and twist wildly. His torso shifts some as his head vanishes into the armored confines of his torso. His treads settle into place as the armored tank form slams into the ground.

 

Shellshock misses Warthog 3865 <Hovertank Mode> with his laser attack.

 

Mixmaster's player is getting a bit SICK of these 'warning shots' of DepthCharges.. about as much as he's getting sick of these plebs ordering Him around. "Cut that out, you aquapest!" he snaps at the nauseatingly noble DC. "We'll take what we want and then go.. get out of our way till then." He makes his point with small capsule that launches from his headpiece, exploding about where DepthCharge is, the goop inside it expanding suddenly, gumming up every servo that it touches.

 

You successfully stun DepthCharge, who falls to the ground incapacitated

 

Shellshock has transformed and is now in his tank form. The Mauler super heavy tank is a beast of a tank, it's heavy plating making it extreamly hard to harm. The twin barrels mark the beginning of the serious firepower this form can bring forth. The black and dusky grey cammoflage painting works well to hide the massave form in it's favored setting, dusk or dawn. Portrayed on the top in red is a massave Decepticon sign, marking this as one of the mighty warriors of the faction.

 

Hun-Grrr almost goes sprawling onto the ground when his punch fans the EDC hovertank. He turns around to fire a volley of sonic blasts at the tank, but it is already off and heading towards the plant. Obviousely no one takes the large Terror seriousely anymore.. or they do and his frightful pressence scared the human occupied hovertank away in fear. Yeah, that's it... right.. ? Either way the Terror doesn't want to give chase across the slippery ground. His large size and sometimes uneven footing will surely cause him to go down face first. Whirling around he needs a new target to SKOOSH.. and so he finds it in the form of the hulking Dino. "Dino.. I do no recognize you. Perhaps you have been hiding away scared of the might of the the Khan, Hun-Grrr!! Surely that decrepid Dino-bird has spread the word of how I tore his wings from his corpse? Face me if you dare!" In true 'Con style HG runs off towards the Dino before given the chance to respond and lauches a kick in the air aimed towards the back of Scorch. (No coded attack, just RP'd)

 

DepthCharge just stares at Homunculus as he raises his arm cannon and 'bwhahahahas'. Good lord. It is 'mini Galvatron'. Who ever could have created such a monstrosity. We are through the looking glass, people! So involved is DepthCharge at staring at the tape-con with a look of horror, that he doesn't notice Mixmaster's gloopy thingo until it is too late. *gloosh* DepthCharge is suddenly covered in a green goo, that starts to gum up everything. He emits a started, "Ick!" and falls on out of the sky, skidding along the oil slick like a downed ice skater.

 

From Warthog 3865 <Hovertank Mode>, Marissa is all business once she's inside the building and worrying about the Decepticon attacker. It's mostly luck and an intuitive burst of speed that the hover tank manages to avoid being struck by the return laser blast. A smirk comes to her face as Shellshock gives her his ultimatum. "I must say, Decepticon, I hope you really don't think that I'm going to flee from this mission -quite- yet. I'm afraid you're on Terran property, and we'd quite like you to leave." The gatling laser is just warming up, and Marissa dares not use the rockets in such an enclosed space where the non-nuclear equipment could explode. She's beginning to like this gatling laser. As she fires back, Marissa opens up a comlink to the Autobots.

 

Warthog 3865 <Hovertank Mode> misses Mauler Tamk <Shellshock> with its Gatling Laser Burst attack.

 

From EDC Hovertank <Protector>, Aaron Maas watches the shot find its mark but apparently Mixmaster has other targets on his mind. He moves the tank in a little closer and switches to ballistics. He opens fire on mixmaster once more.

Aaron Maas powers up EDC Hovertank <Protector>'s weapon array and fires it at Mixmaster.

 

Aaron Maas powers up EDC Hovertank <Protector>'s weapon array and fires it at Mixmaster.

<Attack:> EDC Hovertank <Protector> used ballistic. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

You evade EDC Hovertank <Protector>'s ballistic attack.

 

Mauler Tamk <Shellshock> 's 250 ton form starts forward with shocking speed. the hole is not big enough to dodge in and he is hoping to slam this pest out away from the device and the slowly growing pile of cubes. "I don't think you heard me human, get out." His form most certainly outweighing the light hovertank as he is trying to bump her out of his action here.

 

Homunculus continues smirking right up until the time that DepthCharge drops from the sky. "Grah! Denied my prize! I will not stand for this!" Fury seems to grip the small figure and he lashes out with a vicious kick to the side of the gate nearest him. With a vicious squealing, the metal buckles and and bends at a decidedly useless angle. "Someone fix that idiotic Autobot! Now! I wish to dismantle him myself! Grah!" Fists clenched tightly, Homie unleashes a quick barrage of cannon fire into the sky and stamps his foot once for good measure. "I am surrounded by imbeciles! Arrrrrgh!"

 

Mauler Tamk <Shellshock> strikes Warthog 3865 <Hovertank Mode> with ram.

 

Mixmaster snickers and chortles as he lowers himself to the ground. Not so that he stands on the slick, because he's not silly. Okay, not THAT silly. One sharp shove sends the Aquapest sliiiiding away, the goop carrying him at a decent momentum. Don't worry DepthCharge, that concrete wall will slow you down but good!

 

DepthCharge manages to strike DepthCharge with his WALL.

 

From Warthog 3865 <Hovertank Mode>, Marissa blinks. That Decepticon isn't going to do what she /thinks/ that Decepticon is going to do... is she? As cool under fire as always, Marissa immediately assumes a crash position from within the Exo-Armour and braces for impact once she realizes she'll never be able to turn around quick enough to meet this force head-on. And what an impact it is. The Decepticon tank smashes into the EDC tank, and the Decepticon comes out on top. The Colonel's Exo is forced out of the building from the impact onto the Mixmaster slick with a new massive dent in its dent. Thankfully, being a hover tank, she now has the advantage since she is not affected by the slick like a normal tank would be. "And I, Decepticon, don't believe that YOU heard ME. You're on Terran property, and my associates and quite like you to leave." Positioning the powerful front grill towards towards the tank, Marissa decides that turnabout is fair play. She guns the engine.

 

Warthog 3865 <Hovertank Mode> strikes Mauler Tamk <Shellshock> with Front Grill.

 

*SMASH* DepthCharge skids into a wall, head first. Now, that wasn't very nice Mixmaster. Not nice at all. At least one good thing seems to have happened about the skidding along the oil. The oil has lubricated his form enough to move again and eat away some of that gloop. So, after seeing little imaginary 'Optimus Primes' circling around his head, from the impact,

DepthCharge eventually shakes it off. He raises his arm weapon to strike back at Mixmaster for such meanness. But discovers something as he aims. He can't fire. What the? Seems the impact has damaged his battle computer. Frowning and realising he is a sitting duck with no battle computer he says, "Battle computer.. damaged. Must find alternative computer." A little antenna sticks up out of DC's helmet and he says, "Searching.. searching.. searching.." After a short period of time it seems like DC is able to interface with some remote computer. For he starts moving again. From his mouth comes, "lol. d00d. this new game r0ck0rs!"

 

Oh dear god.

 

DepthCharge circles about, in a somewhat deranged fashion and spots Mixmaster. His arm weapon fires off an electrical blast and as he does so DepthCharge says, "lol. PWNED!"

 

<Attack:> DepthCharge used electricity. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

DepthCharge strikes you with Anti-Grav Protection for 11 points of damage.

 

From EDC Hovertank <Protector>, Aaron Maas is having a decent time of things taking the Protector out for a little work out. He charges the electrical based weapon and lest loose yet another blast for the lime green con.

Aaron Maas powers up EDC Hovertank <Protector>'s weapon array and fires it at Mixmaster.

 

<Attack:> EDC Hovertank <Protector> used electricity. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

EDC Hovertank <Protector> strikes you with electricity for 2 points of damage.

 

Mauler Tamk <Shellshock> gets slammed into, not moving at all once he hits the edge of the slick. His armor dents, some systems scream, but the hovertank just does not have the mass behind it as he does. One thing that she does get to see though, she sees the twin glows as the plasma chambers prime and the twin lances of disaster race down the barrels of destiny, he shifts gears as he backs back up into the hole as he fires, knowing that there should be enough there to make this little raid a success. a few cubes is all he needed to get. his treads gripping the concrete firmly as he tries to discourage persute.

 

Mauler Tamk <Shellshock> strikes Warthog 3865 <Hovertank Mode> with plasma.

 

Mixmaster is amazingly peeved at how he's drawing all the fire. The Protector's just pinging off his armour, but DepthCharge is wearing him down. "Isn't there someone /ELSE/ you guys could attack?!" he cries out in frustration. He decides to break out some more chemicals for his opponents, so he transforms and-OOOH, they nearly tricked him! "How DARE you trick me into transforming!" he bellows cryptically, before opening fire on DepthCharge before flying away, to a safe distance from the glop.

 

You strike DepthCharge, which is like shooting fish in a barrel.

 

Homunculus is not having a very good night. Most of the Autobots and Terrans are blatantly ignoring him. In fact everyone is ignoring him, even his so-called comrades. The tape's optics blaze with amythest fire as he surveys the unfolding scene before him. Pivoting in mid-air, he floats purposefully towards the center of the fracas. "I will have some satisfaction! I will have some carnage! I will extract my vengeanve upon all of you!" Baleful fury seems to flood off Homie in palpable waves. "I. Will. Kill. You. All." Flailing his weapon arm in all directions, he unleashes a barrage of indiscriminate fire that streaks for friend and foe alike...

 

Homunculus unleashes his Arm Cannon Barrage! attack on Mixmaster, DepthCharge and Warthog 3865 <Hovertank Mode>, striking Warthog 3865 <Hovertank Mode>.

 

From Warthog 3865 <Hovertank Mode>, Marissa has to say that she's disappointed that her ramming tactic didn't do as much to Shellshock as she would have hoped, but as far as she's concerned, Shellshock hasn't a chance against good, solid, EDC Engineering. Now that she's helpfully outside and not in danger of shooting up the equipment that could cause an explosion, Marissa presses the button that causes the Warthog's rockets to unfold from the sides of the hovertank. Marissa lets loose with a salvo even as she's told by the Warthog's computer that she's under fire from above. She has no time to determine who, but kills two birds with one stone by reentering the base. "To flee, Decepticon, you will have to get by me." She declares.

 

Warthog 3865 <Hovertank Mode> strikes Mauler Tamk <Shellshock> with Rocket Salvo.

 

DepthCharge is blasted with a 'laser'. Owie. Well, not really. But his armour is a bit dinted and scuffed and torn up from both the laser and the impact with the wall. He is about to emit some more inane, d00d gibberish but then Homey goes insane and tries to kill everyone. Joy. Though the blast doesn't hit, the proximity of the energy blast seems to cause some radio problems and DC's terminal connection is cut off with that foreign computer. Thank you Homunculus, thank you. His 'd00d' controller is gone and hopefully DC's systems haven't been 'hax0r'ed by him. Though there is still the matter of the battle computer being damaged. But, DepthCharge considers, does he /really/ need a battle computer to punch someone? No. Don't think so. So the Aquabot takes to the air, still keeping well away from the INSANE Galvatron tape (Yep, he isn't ignoring him. He is steering clear of him. There is a smart difference there) and chases Mixmaster, fists clenched.

 

<Attack:> DepthCharge used punch. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

DepthCharge strikes you with punch for 8 points of damage.

 

From EDC Hovertank <Protector>, Aaron Maas enjoys watching Mixmaster getting more and more frustrated and so he decides he shall cycle through his weapons again until some other con gives him a reason to change targets. Why change a good thing. The Protector begins powering up it's laser and fires another burst at the construction.

 

Aaron Maas powers up EDC Hovertank <Protector>'s weapon array and fires it at Mixmaster.

<Attack:> EDC Hovertank <Protector> used laser. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

 

Mixmaster catches several attacks again.. the punch from DepthCharge was enough to rattle him from his rant.. and then another attack from the Protector scorches another area of green paint. "We don't have any constructicon paint mixed at the moment, cut that out!" Mixy calls out, before returning his attention to DC. "What /were/ you just saying? And people call me insane." Mixy transforms suddenly, making the most of the sudden change to charge DepthCharge point blank.

Mixmaster leans down as his legs fold up backwards. He falls down frontwards as he completes his transformation into a Green Cement Truck. His Cauldron begins rotating once again.

 

You strike DepthCharge, which is like shooting fish in a barrel.

 

Mauler Tamk <Shellshock> chuckles as he backs all the way to the pile of cubes, taking the device and dropping it into the bag with the cubes, he shoulders the load and lifts his weapons, blasting a hole in the ceiling and raining debris down to try and bury the hovertank while opening up his escape route. "Time to fly, i think i'll be leaving now.

 

<Decepticon> Shellshock says, "Attention raiding units, i have sacured the cargo, time to get out of here and leave out damages low."

 

Homunculus continues shooting until he exhausts the temporary charge of his primary weapon. For a few moments, the tape continues to dry-fire, releasing only a cloud of steam instead of anything truly offensive. Finally drawing his mindless assault to a close, he floats out of the miasma and surveys what he expects to be a whole heck of a lot of carnage. His optics scan the field quickly and fail to detect even a single dead body. "ARGH! Is it too much to ask for one of you to simply -DIE!-" Smacking his fist into his palm, the hostile little Decepticon looks around for someone to beat to death. Unfortunately everyone is too busy to be a handy target, so Homie finally settles to the ground and takes hold of one of the bigger chunks of debris he's able to move. "This will do nicely," he mutters coldly to himself.

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "Retreat? We could be triumphant! These pitiful fools cannot stand up to us!"

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Shellshock, please tell me you've got the Energoncubilator 3000..."

 

<Decepticon> Shellshock says, "I do."

 

<Decepticon> Shellshock says, "Homunculus, this was a raid, not a battle. you came along under my graces and i'm saying pull out, if you wish to argue you may do so AFTER we sacure the cargo we came for."

 

Shellshock transforms, the massave tank tilting upwards as things shift and swing. The transformation quickly forming his legs and arms and finaly, the head slides up from the armored core of this massave Con.

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus snorts. "Of course, illustrious leader. I bow to your superior wisdom."

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "Idiot."

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Perhaps it would do better to SECURE the energon, Shellshock. With all due respect, oh honoured and battle-proven leader."

 

Scorch continues towards the building to offer his aid in the fight against the Decepticons. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Fast fellow isn't he? I'm sure he'll get past the parking lot soon. At least he sure hopes so or he'll miss everything. Luckily Hun-Grrr got tired of waiting and has been kind enough to bring the battle to him. Of course Scorch would have preferred to to not start things out with a low lumbering kick to the aft plate. Boy Scorch really is slow! As the foot connects he staggers forward to regain his balance and quickly spins his rifle in hand. "Me Scorch not know who am am either, and me not cares. You kick me Scorch in aft plate and me tink dat was bad idea." As he speaks he starts to fire off that pulse laser rifle of his in hopes of one blast connecting.

 

<Decepticon> Terrorcon Commander, Hun-Grrr erupts in laughter over the broadband 'Con channel.  Once he collects himself he speaks.  "My you fools are fun to watch.  You are your little squabbles are most humorous.  Now then!  I want an estimate

Shellshock, wha percentage of the resources was drained for our own.  And Homunculus.. feel free to blast away as you leave."

 

From Warthog 3865 <Hovertank Mode>, Marissa has seen this sort of tactic on a Decepticon before, but she isn't so willing to let this one go so easily. Trying to figure out exactly how much damage she's done to the Con, Marissa is suddenly rained upon by debris from the ceiling. Muttering to herself in annoyance, Marissa has little choice but to initiate the transformation sequence on the Warthog. Suddenly, the gatling laser on top shifts off to form an arm, and the hoverpods reshift to allow feet to fold down. Another arm appears, and a head/sensor module pops up form its position. Batting away the debris as it gets in her way, Marissa charges forward towards the Con, reaching out with the left hand of the Exo-Armour, putting its tremendous strength to good use. Marissa tries to grab onto Shellshock and hold him in position. "Not so fast," she mutters.

 

Warthog 3865 <Hovertank Mode> unfolds each pod under itself forming arms and legs, the nose folds down revealing a head which flashes its lone optic.

 

From EDC Hovertank <Protector>, Aaron Maas is just being patient as no cons seem to care about the EDC Tank so he will just keep peppering his current target until some con gives him reason to change. He charges the ballistics once more and looses them at Mixmaster.

 

Warthog 3865 <Exo-Armour Mode> strikes Shellshock with Grab and Hold.

 

Aaron Maas powers up EDC Hovertank <Protector>'s weapon array and fires it at Mixmaster.

 

<Attack:> EDC Hovertank <Protector> used ballistic. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

EDC Hovertank <Protector> strikes you with ballistic for 5 points of damage.

 

DepthCharge is ramed by a truck. Ooof. That one did hurt. He was going pretty well until that ram. Now armour panels have fallen off his form and steams of energon are leaking from a number of the tears that have been opened up. And, to make matters worse, he is now sailing out of control, anti gravs still sending power to his flight systems and Mixmaster's ram cart wheeling him off towards the base. Eventually DepthCharge lands on the roof with an *oof*. And there he rests. Until nearby someone blows a hole in the roof. Eek. Though wounded and hurt, DepthCharge crawl crawls along the roof towards the hole. Maybe there is something that doesn't ram inside <no attack. Spending pose time moving>

 

Shellshock growls as he gets grappled, stiff arming the transformed tank as he takes to the sky, His strength coming into play as he works to peel off the infearior tank with the roof as he hits the hole and rises fast. His powerful frame lifting easily though his does show signs of damage in the form of bent armor and scorch marks.

 

Shellshock begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from EDC Hovertank <Protector>, DepthCharge, Warthog 3865 <Exo-Armour Mode>, Scorch, Homonculus, Hun-Grrr, Cement Truck <Mixmaster>.

 

Homunculus shakes his head at the communications flying around and throws the thick slab of concrete into the dirt with disgust. "Coward," he barks with undisguised contempt. Violently thrusting a finger at the dispursed forces for justice, Homie snarls. "This is far from over, little creatures. You will all meet your deaths," again the fists clench for emphasis and he makes lots of angry little faces, "...at my hands!" Grav systems coming quickly online, he blasts into the air. "Next time... muahahahahahaha! Next time!"

 

Homunculus begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from DepthCharge, Scorch, Hun-Grrr, Cement Truck <Mixmaster>.

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "Remind me to pick my adventures somewhat more intelligently next time."

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "Idiots."

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Ahhhhh, it sure is nice being back here in the comfy, warm barracks."

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Scrah-PER! They're picking on me!"

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "It's safe and warm out here too. Especially since there is no fight in any of these FOOLS! ARRRGH!"

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Who's picking on you?"

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Ooh! But I got some DepthCharge armour for my troubles."

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "I think."

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Ooooh, you're fighting DepthCharge? *pause* Um... just in case you aren't coming back, could I have your chemistry set?"

 

<Decepticon> Shellshock says, "Just shut it you undersized Galvatron Wannabe. You don't have to leave if you don't want to, but i'm not peeling you off the pavement when the autobots and the EDC are done with you."

Hun-Grrr is having a blast of a time.. Maybe afterwards he and the Cons that participated and gave their efforts here for this raid should go out and share an ener-drink! He would.. if he cared anything about them.. and if this was a different faction. As it is.. he'll do such thing. But the Terror is amused at the sight of the Dino before him going stumbling off-balance. Thinking he can get off another shot quickly he switches his gun back to his right hand and starts to take aim. His attempts of trying to be accurate are resent as the Dino - Scorch by name now, brings to bare his own rifle and fires. Hun-Grrr quickly recoils and unhinges his large shield off of his back. Getting it in front of him barely in time most of the laser blasts bounce harmless off it allowing only 1-2 of them to hit him in the torso - creating only a small blackened area. "Ha.. is that all you got? Then you worthless piece of metal.. you will die quickly by my hand. Don't worry. Your death will not be in vain.. as you will provide a nice meal for my horde!" Leveling his gun once more he takes aim and fires off a sonic pulse wave towards Scorch.

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!"

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "I turned my radio on to drown OUT your bickering!"

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "And ignore your ever-so-wise orders, great one? I think not."

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "NOW WATCH YOUR VOCALIZER BEFORE I TEAR IT OUT!"

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Alright, alright! Geez, I'll go prep the medical ward for you."

 

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> snickers as DepthCharge flees. FLEES! So Mr Maas gets another attack in. Pesky Mr Maas. Thanks to the lower armour his alt-mode has, it's starting to pick off a fair amount of armour. "Cut that out!" he calls out in annoyance, as a nozzle extends from the back of his truck. "Hm.. bit of a distance," Mixmaster mutters quietly as the nozzle extends somewhat, for a larger length. "Taste this, Aquabot," he says, as his chortle becomes loud laughter as he sends a large amount of acid in the direction of DC.

 

You strike DepthCharge, which is like shooting fish in a barrel.

 

You notice your Fast-Acting Acid Coat attack once more taking effect against DepthCharge.

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Prep a tape recorder as well, Scrappy."

 

You notice your Fast-Acting Acid Coat attack once more taking effect against DepthCharge.

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Maybe we can dub over Homunculus' attitude with some nice trumpet music."

 

Your Fast-Acting Acid Coat attack against DepthCharge wears off.

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "I dunno... he's pretty loud..."

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "Are you talking about me?"

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "No, the OTHER loud obnoxious little twerp Cassetticon."

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "I will hold my temper in an attempt to respect the faith that others seem to have in you..."

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "BECAUSE IF I DON"T I'LL COME OVER THERE AND CRUSH YOUR PITIFUL CARCASS INTO DUST! ARRRRGH!"

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster snickers. He just snickers.

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper seems shocked and utterly befuddled by this new tactic. Reee... reee-speh-...eck? Thankfully, Homie

shifts back into language Scrapper understands. "Gaaah. Mixmaster, is you have a chance of running him down, be my guest."

 

<Decepticon> Terrorcon Commander, Hun-Grrr turns on his communications again to speak, but all you hear is a tremendous roar followed by a booming voice.  "Stop the stupididy now, and everyone shut-up before a tear off your heads and use them to decorate our city!  This is unfathomable and uncalled for! *(I hate the excessive use of caps when it's not needed :P)*

 

From EDC Hovertank <Protector>, Aaron Maas watches as Mixmaster keeps ignoring him and the Protector, which is just fine with him as he will gladly keep the attacks coming for as long as he can. He switches to the electrical chargers and waits for the tell tale whine of complete charge then he turns them loose on Mixmaster.

 

Aaron Maas powers up EDC Hovertank <Protector>'s weapon array and fires it at Mixmaster.

 

<Attack:> EDC Hovertank <Protector> used electricity. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

You evade EDC Hovertank <Protector>'s electricity attack.

 

From Warthog 3865 <Exo-Armour Mode>, Marissa's hold was apparently not a very strong one, and Shellshock manages to rip himself away and fly up through the hole in the ceiling. Marissa is fairly pleased. She's considerable a fair bit of damage to the Con, and all they have for it is a bag full of energon. But, just to make the deal even sweeter, she lifts the arm with the gatling laser on it upwards and targets this one manually. "A going away present, Decepticon." And she never even got his name! What a shame. Regardless, several laser bolts shoot up after Shellshock. Hit or miss, she'll now have to deal with the Cons that are still around. Marissa stalks outside to help out her allies.

 

Warthog 3865 <Exo-Armour Mode> strikes Shellshock with Gatling Laser Burst.

 

DepthCharge crawl, crawls towards the hole, peering down. And down the hole he sees.. a transforming tank! Great googly moogly. He didn't know the terrans had those. We are through the looking glass, people! And the transforming tank seems to be wrestling with Shellshock.. The Shellshock who isn't a crab. No, this one has a bag of ill gotten booty it seems. Without warning Shellshock bursts on up out of the hole and begins to fly away. DepthCharge remembers, from his Energon Pi cooking experiments and from the time that Megatron brought Cybertron into Earth's orbit and they sent a shuttle of energon cubes to Cybertron. (all which didn't happen by the way) that energon is explosive. If he can get a good, well timed hit onto that bag then BOOM, game over. He raises his electro-booster.. concentrates carefully due to not having a battle computer to aim for him.. concentrates.. and.. then some DIRTY CONSTRUCTICON sprays him with acid. That keeps repeating and repeating on him. He trembles, trying to keep aim.. but the repeating just keeps going to work. DepthCharge trembles, cries out in pain, and falls off the roof.

 

DepthCharge begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Hun-Grrr, Cement Truck <Mixmaster>.

Scorch grumbles as the Decepticon before him doesn't fall from his attack. Why is he still standing? He's been hit, fall down and die already. He doesn't get long to ponder this issue as a blast of sonic energy slams into him disrupting his aim. "Hmm silly Septicon need hide behind someting to face me Scorch. Tink it time me teaches him dat dat not helps him much." He then breaks into a run holstering his rifle and drawing forth his sword while he does so. Gripping the blade in a two handed manner he charges the Terrorcon leader.

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "DEPTHCHARGE HAS LEFT THE BUILDING!"

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Thank you, thank you, yes, I DO rock."

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Ooooh, did you curse him and invoke Fulcrum's name?"

 

Homunculus is obviously not being shot at and since everyone around here is a complete and total loser, he continues flying away. After all, he was ordered to retreat and if Shellshock gets shot down ... who cares.

 

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> cracks up laughing as the Charger of Depth twitchtwitchtwitches. "Oh, this is just RICH! NOW I'm gonna.. Hey! Get back here!" The truck yells at the retreating DepthCharge. "I had a heat weapon for you and everything!" He cries out, and makes his point by firing up his thermal beam, a bright red beam fires fourth from an emitter in his cab.

 

DepthCharge evades your Thermal Beam attack

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Hang on.."

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Wait a minute.."

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "I swear I didn't take Clarice."

 

Shellshock soars upward to the Sky above the Central United States.

Shellshock has left.

 

Hun-Grrr soars upward to the Sky above the Central United States.

Hun-Grrr has left.

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster sighs, "Oh be shush. That PUNK little tape.. /thing/.. didn't even attack anyone! What gives with that?"

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "Correction. I attacked /everyone/."

 

Hun-Grrr arrives from the North Central State region.

Hun-Grrr has arrived.

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Correction, that pissly little attack didn't CONNECT with half the people.. one of which was ME!"

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Do I need to tell you guys all that I'm an Executive Officer again? Do I?"

 

Homunculus soars upward to the Sky above the Central United States.

Homunculus has left.

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "Is it my fault that the Autobots recoiled in fear from me? That they and the humans found you a target that they actually stood a chance against?"

 

DepthCharge is in a world of hurt, as various parts of him begin to dissolve. Then he hears someone cry 'Heat Weapon!' joyously. He has no doubt who that is for. Since Fulcrum discovered that weakness in his design it appears it is all that is used on him these days. As a medic he should be able to fix that. Just needs time. Knowing that in his present state a heat weapon would screw him up totally, DepthCharge sends as much power to his anti gravs as possible and cartwheels forward, skidding along the ground sparking. Luckily he narrowly avoids the beam.

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "No, it's your fault that the fence is no longer a threat, thanks to your little temper tantrum. Thank you, I don't have to worry about the fence anymore."

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Ha ha ha."

 

Hun-Grrr cackles his copyrighted maniacle Terrorcon laugh. The one that says yes he is truly insane and should be feared. He loves seeing his enemies cower in fear before him, or scramble away in terror. This Dino though seems to stupid to do either. Taking the sonic pulse in stride Scorch steps up to make another retaliate vs the mighty Khan. He swings once - high.. and the blow connects with Grrr's huge shield and is repulsed. *strike one* He swings again,. low, to try and get under the shield, but HG is fairly quick when need be and the body shield is easily lowered in time to deflect it. *strike 2* Will he get another chance? Not likely.. The Terror leader steps up first and slams the shield into Scorch pushing him and sending him stumbling away. He looks around and at seeing that the object of the mission has been fullfilled, the needed energon procured - and that most of the sensible 'Cons have left he decides to do so also. "Another time, Dino. It will give you more time to savour your pathetic existence 'till I snuff it out." With Scotch being shoved away, HG is left with enough room to engage the jet thrusters in his feet and launch himself into the air. He casts a glance down at Mixmaster as he rises upward into the sky and thinks to himself.. well, something evil and nasty that he would like to do the cement truck in retribution for being a fool of an officer.

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "I'm surprised you had time to see anything, what with cowering behind your shield of ooze and all."

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "Idiot."

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Ooh, you'd better HOPE Soundwave taped a copy of you..."

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "Lucky for you, there is only one of me."

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "I suppose you aren't the component of Devastator that has the brain, eh?"

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "I'm the foot that's going to kick your punk-aft here to Cybertron and back, you loudmouth!"

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "But... wait... Devastator's not known for his brains... did... did you just insult him or

compliment him?"

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "You and what leg?"

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "Whichever belittles him more, of course."

 

Scorch is shoved to the ground as his foe takes to the air and makes his escape. Could he follw? Probably. Will he? Heck no, that's too much like work. So what does he do? Well he climbs to his feet and secures his weapons asn he wacths everyone start to attend to other matters like clean up and rescue and dealing with the lone green Con still around. Geez he's gonna get his butt kicked.

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "You foolish little antiquated audio device. I AM THE LEG."

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "I'm going to see what colour your servo oils are before the day's ended, Homocul.. homie.. TAPE."

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "You just claimed to be the foot. Perhaps you -are- Devastator's brain module."

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "I find it difficult to believe you are partially responsible for keeping such a massive

warrior upright."

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "Inconceivable."

 

From Warthog 3865 <Exo-Armour Mode>, Marissa exits the building and shifts back down into hovertank mode so that she can go save DepthCharge. Cause /someone/ has to go save DepthCharge. Since Scorch is all proud, he can take care of himself... right?! And so, Marissa passes by the Dinobot and the Terrorcon, letting them deal with each other for now. After getting the a-ok reply from Corporal Maas, the Exo-Armour passes through the battlefield towards DepthCharge's GPS signal. Thank goodness he has that or else 'the ground' wouldn't be very helpful advice. The tank finally reaches our favourite Autobot who doesn't talk back to her (grrr!) and comes between him and a certain lime green twit. Marissa Fairbourne, to the rescue!

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "I find it VERY credible that souch a loud voice is one of Soundwave's little twerps, all voice and nothing to back it up. That's funny, I see many Autobots in combat here, but not one Tape thing. I wonder why that is?"

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "You tell 'em, Mixy!"

 

From EDC Hovertank <Protector>, Aaron Maas just keeps the shots going hoping to draw Mixmaster's attention away from Depth Charge.

 

Aaron Maas powers up EDC Hovertank <Protector>'s weapon array and fires it at Mixmaster.

<Attack:> EDC Hovertank <Protector> used laser. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

EDC Hovertank <Protector> strikes you with laser for 5 points of damage.

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "Did our illustrious leader not order the retreat? Who am I to disobey such wisdom. Do you even have time to argue, don't you have some paint to mix?"

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Illustrious leader? Who?"

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "That idiot Shellshock."

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "How handy. I wish I could listen to a doofus whenever it's a convenient excuse. I could be a coward, too."

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "What? Oh... Shellshock's the illustrious leader? Oh... OH, oh, yeah, right. Now I get it."

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "C... c... c... c... (more sputtering)"

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "Coward?!!"

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Welllllll"

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "I can see me here, and some number of autobots, but NO Tape wimps who barely laid a finger on the opposition, except for some poor defenseless fence!"

Warthog 3865 <Exo-Armour Mode> folds each pod under itself and unfolds to lay down forming its hovertank mode.

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "You. Will. Be. Silent."

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Well, You're doing enough talking for the two of us, Bootleg."

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Hmm. Well, was it a tough fence? Maybe it was a really powerful fence."

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "SILENCE!"

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "Were I not bound by orders, I would strip the armor from your hide and play games with your

innards!"

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Yes. It can merge with all the other perimeter fences. Into FENCE-OR."

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Hmm."

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper laughs at that even though it's the lamest joke in the history of Cybertron.

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "Idiots!"

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "Buffons!"

 

<Decepticon> Revenant says, "This infernal bickering is making me quite agitated. I suggest it ends now, Scourge would not be satisfied with this. Nor would Soundwave, tape."

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Homunculus. You are hereby ordered.. ORDERED I SAY!!!.. to sit in the Hub and await my return."

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "ARRRRGH!"

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "What?"

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus says, "As you wish."

 

<Decepticon> Earthscorch says, "I'm glad someone is competent on this channel... A pity it's the enemy..."

 

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> is all about to line up another attack at DepthCharge.. when Hun-Grrr leaves. A silent "Eep!" can be heard before he notices the approaching Autobots and EDC units. "Another time, meat." he sneers at the various tech-creations of the EDC. "Take better care of your protectors next time." He transforms. "I've got an unruly tape to take care of. Bye now!" He takes off into the sky, wondering how many bots are gonna play pin the tale on the Gestalt...

The Cement Truck's cab folds down and splits in two, forming Mixmaster's legs and feet. His wheels and part of his sides shift out into his arms, which push himself up. The Constructicon lifts himself up onto his feet and looks eagerly for something to smelt.

 

Mixmaster begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Hun-Grrr, DepthCharge, Warthog 3865 <Hovertank Mode>.

 

You transmit a message to Scrapper: Uh.. Scrapper? *mild whimpering*

Transmission from Scrapper: Yesssss?

 

You transmit a message to Scrapper: How do you feel about sticking up for your brothers?

 

Scorch bumbles around a bit as he waits for the all clear from the others signaling that it's time to go home, but it doesn't come. As the EDC exo-tank rumbles past him he begins to wonder where DepthCharge is. after all they arrived together and now it's time that they left. Thinking maybe the squishie in a hard shell might know he turns to follow after the Warthog. "DeafCharge?! Where am yous? It time to goes home. Tink we play game like we dids on way here. Tink now I knows what was you see. Tink it was Septicon. Me Scorch am right, dis time I bet." Peeking through the gap in the buildings wall he shakes his head as he mutters, "Me not tink him going to be much funs on way home."

 

Transmission from Scrapper: Argh, do I have to defend your honour?

 

You transmit a message to Scrapper: I'd like to think of it as the honour of all of us. You heard that tape-punk.. he was dissing you too!

 

From Warthog 3865 <Hovertank Mode>, Marissa would normally fire on Mixmaster, but he doesn't for two important reasons. (A), Marissa was a Constructicon in another life, and (B), she has to worry about her poor, innocent, wounded DepthCharge. She arches an eyebrow at Mixmaster's comment. "Trouble in New Crystal City?" She inquires rhetorically after Mixmaster is already running away. The Exo-Armour turns around to face DepthCharge, and with its two strong arms, lifts up the poor aquabot. "Corporal Maas, over here. We need to get him back to Autobot City ASAP." Scorch can handle himself, Scorch can handle himself...

 

Transmission from Scrapper: *grumbles* I don't like where this is going...

 

You transmit a message to Scrapper: I'm REALLY damaged. I could take him down on my own usually.. but a little backup would be nice. Pretty please?

 

Transmission from Scrapper: Alright... BUT YOU SO OWE ME IT ISN'T EVEN FUNNY. If Homunculus agrees to this honour duel thingee... whatever... thing.

 

DepthCharge lays there, not having the energy to get back up and try and dodge another attack. Fortunately a hovertank comes to his rescue. He gives a thankful grunt as he is lifted up and begins mentally shutting down various systems to help in their repair, now that he is in safe hands. He does croak though, Scorch makes an appearance, "I spy something beginning with E.." Aww. That DepthCharge. Ever optimistic. That's why the 'cons hate him so.

 

Mixmaster turns about to say "No, actually, it's just this tape.." he realises he's explaining himself to a JUSTICE of Autobots. If it's a TROUBLE of Decepticons, it's a JUSTICE of AUtobots. "Eep!" He squeaks before turning and fleeing one more, back to NCC. And.. Homunculous.

 

 

.....

 

 

NCC Arena

 

     A huge open-roofed oval structure, the New Crystal City Arena is a curious fusion of Roman and Cybertronian motifs. Tiered stands surround and rise high above the arena floor, while the best viewing position is reserved for a box embossed with a proud Decepticon emblem - the customary seat of Lord Galvatron and his lieutenants. The new arena floor itself is a huge expanse of dull metal with a slight purplish sheen. A network of hairline grooves indicate where the floor can be configured to create a more challenging battle surface - pits, platforms, columns, or even spikes can be created from the surface of the walls and floor. The entire complex stands as a monument to the deadly abilities and controlled savagery of the Decepticon Empire.

 

Contents:

Homunculus

Holo Arena

 

You transmit a message to Scrapper: You KNOW I'd do this for you, Bro..

 

Homunculus taps his foot impatiently. His arms are folded angrily across his chest, and the dull whine of his armaments power can clearly be heard over the tap-tap-taping of his little tape foot. Deep in a good sulk, the simmering anger seems to radiate off the tape like radiation from a star.

 

Transmission from Scrapper: I said alright already.

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "All Earth-based Decepticons, Homunculus would be honoured to have your presence in the Arena where Justice will be meted out to him. LIME GREEN JUSTICE>"

 

<Decepticon> Homunculus simply snorts.

 

Mixmaster soars in, he's picked at and damaged everywhere. Closing into the distance, he sees an impatient tape tapping his foot. He should almost hover about and wait for him to sulk some more, but he doesn't.

 

Revenant arrives from the NCC Central Command to the west.

Revenant has arrived.

 

Homunculus looks up as the rattling death-trap that is Mixmaster finally decides to arrive. He doesn't bother shifting his position much and the salute he offers is bad enough to almost be comical. "As you requested, sir." The last word drips with so much sarcasm, it's a wonder Homie doesn't float away on a river of the stuff.

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper can be heard, talking to someone else. "Yeah... Mixmaster did seem to do well, didn't he? I probably /should/ defend him on this..."

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Right, then. What do I have to do?"

 

Revenant is standing between the command center doors, and the central hub. He was overlooking some useless monitor junk. The radio transmission has forced him to move several feet, more for entertainment then anything else.

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster shouts over Scrapper loudly 'CHANGE THE CHANNEL THIS IS INSECURE DIDN'T YOU HEAR BLASTER BEFORE THIS IS NOT SECURE YOU SHOULDN"T BE TALKING...'

 

Mixmaster lands in the middle of the arena, not saying anything to the foolish tape. He's visibly damaged. Scorch marks litter his form, small amounts of armour have peeled off. He drops the DepthCharge armour he's acquired some distance from the middle.. and then starts yelling into his radio. Loudly.

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Argh, I'm championing a nut..."

 

Homunculus quirks a brow and continues tapping his foot. Tap, tap, tap.

 

Tap, tap.

 

Tap.

 

Shellshock arrives from the NCC Medical Ward to the northwest.

Shellshock has arrived.

 

Transmission from Scrapper: Alright, to do this, I'm going to need some courage in a bottle. If you know what I mean.

Revenant just rubs his chin, optics focused among green guy and the tape. Silence.

 

Scrapper has arrived.

Shellshock has arrived.

 

Scrapper flies in and lands in the middle of the arena. He looks up at the crowds (sparce as they may be player-wise, no doubt we have a considerable amount of gumbies who would just love to watch two Decepticons beat he tar out of each other). The Constructicon figits nervously with his lime green hands, and isn't exactly a shining example of a strong, Decepticon warrior. Nevertheless, his Frantic Scrapper Defence <tm> has served him well in the past.

 

Scrapper isn't championing Mixmaster. He's just ready in case Homie tries something eeeevil.

 

Mixmaster stands in front of the gathered Decepticons. "Gentlemechs, as I'm sure you have heard, the foolish Homunculus would like to prove his worth in combat, since his /valiant/ efforts versus the nigh-/invincible/ might of the fence was not enough." He waves for a gumby to bring forward some cubes. "I'm sure Shellshock won't mind sharing some of the energon as entertainment beverages tonight." He goes and adds a little 'something' to the cubes from his drum, before taking a generous swig of one, and throwing it to the side.

 

Hun-Grrr arrives from the NCC Residential Plaza to the south.

Hun-Grrr has arrived.

 

Homunculus offers one of his patented snorts in reply. "Juice yourself up however you see fit. If you wish to continue this, do so. I have more important things to do than watch you parade around here like some battered flesh creature. Amuse yourself on your own time." Nodding emphatically, he casts a quick glance around the room and the growing crowd.

 

Onslaught arrives from the NCC Central Hub to the west.

Onslaught has arrived.

 

Shellshock walks over and speaks softly to hun-grrr.

 

Scrapper can't help but be a little bit proud of his brother. Sure, Mixmaster's dead meat since he's all damaged and everything, but hey. And so, he gives Mixmaster the best grand welcome that he can. First things first, though. "Innnn this cornah... we have the Cassetticon twit, Homunculus." Nothing fancy there. But now, Scrapper whips out his trumpet... his Wheeljack's arm trumpet, his prized possession, and blows a royal fanfare for his fellow leg. "Annnnnnd in thisssss cornah..." he announces in a booming voice while gesturing towards where Mixmaster shall be entering from, "The mech who always has a full keg of energon... the lime green lean mean fightin' machine himself... Mixmaster!" Scrapper plays another fanfare for Mixmaster's arrival.

 

Mixmaster sighs loudly as Homunculus. He gives Scrapper a quick look before turning to his opponent. Scrapper's little speech has psyched him up, now. Oh, and he played the Trumpet. He gets a little /too/ emotional and wipes away some moisture forming in an optic. Scrapper really DOES care. Finally, he looks at his opponent. "You loud-mouthed little twerp," he says indignantly. "Say hi to Heatlamp, putz." He says flatly as he throws a lime green fist. OF JUSTICE!

 

Homonculus evades your Lime Green Fists! attack.

 

Scrapper moves aside to let the two warriors go at it. "Remember, no hitting below the belt, no hitting when someone's out, and no foul play!" he casts a glance towards Mixmaster and winks, pretty much telling him to go ahead with all those things if he happens to get the chance. He winces as Mixmaster gets outmaneuvered. "Argh..." he mutters, shaking his head in mild annoyance. He's not a very impartial ref.

 

Mixmaster left himself open for that punch. He's not the brawler, that would be his brothers. But Homie's punch lands square on his chin.. this will hurt...

(srrtch.)

Mixmaster blinks a few times. That chin now has an annoying scratch. But little else. "That was IT? Oh, this is going to be FUN!" he calls out as he swings his foot straight for the annoying tape-punk.

 

Homonculus evades your Cement Shoes attack.

 

Homunculus follows the classic strategy of 'hit and fade'. He hits the Construction and drops to the ground, ducking low. When the masssive metalshod foot swings around to connect... well, the tape just isn't there. Twin portals iris open on his wrists and thin cylinders eject smartly into Homie's hands. Thumbing the power studs, twin crescent blades of energy roar to life. Popping up and over, the little warrior slashes out at his opponent's knees.

 

<Attack:> Homunculus used energy_axe. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

Homonculus strikes you with Twin Plasma Axes for 6 points of damage.

 

Scrapper sighs as Mixmaster once again fails. You'd think that Scrapper and Mixmaster weren't about to kick the piss out of each other just a few days ago. Well, that's Constructicons for you. "Gooooo Mixmaster! Kick that little Cassetticon's tailpipe in!" He gives another fanfare on his horn, but stops once Homie goes for Mixmaster's knees. "Hey, I said no hitting below the belt!"

 

Mixmaster eeyaahs as his knees get trimmed down. "You punk!" he cries. "Stay still!" He realises the the tapeling isn't going to stay still of his own vocation, so Mixy is going to have to take care of that himelf. A pellet pops out from his carapice as he tumbles away from the irritance. The pellet explodes into a large amount of glop, hopefully jamming every system Homunculus has.

 

Homonculus evades your Servo-Gumming Glop attack.

 

Revenant continues to watch, not adding stupid Pro-Constructicon commentary. Just watching, plotting. Secretly rooting for the tape. Mostly to see the Constructicon embaressed. Then Soundwave bitch them both out.

 

Homunculus snaps his head around with a glare that is intended to put Scrapper back into his place. "A lopsided rule," he comments with more than a little annoyance. Still, there are solutions to every problem and this one happens to be attached to his forearm. Snapping the melee weapons back into their housings, the mocked cassette takes skyward just in time to avoid a sizeable splattering of goo. Smirking with the sureness of his impending victory, Homunculus shunts power back to his cannon and takes aim at the exceedingly doomed Constructicon. For safety reasons, he hovers away from the goo before unleashing a bolt of amythest fire...

 

<Attack:> Homunculus used fire. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

You evade Homonculus's Fusion Cannon <Low Yield> attack.

 

Scrapper smiles, as he likes this rule. Sure, it probably didn't help Mixmaster avoid getting shot by the amethyst fire, but Scrapper can assume it did. "Goooo Mixmaster! He's confident. You've got him right where you want him!"

 

Mixmaster continues to tumble, even as his feet get slightly singed by the tape's weapon. Nothing to worry about here folks.. all part of the show.. "Lopsided rules for lopsided egos, I think." He transforms mid-tumble. "Now melt for me, twerp." A nozzle extends from his barrel and unleashes a horrid cocktail of Chemicals for the fool. Mixed by the master himself.

 

Mixmaster leans down as his legs fold up backwards. He falls down frontwards as he completes his transformation into a Green Cement Truck. His Cauldron begins rotating once again.

 

You strike Homonculus with Fast-Acting Acid Coat.

 

You notice your Fast-Acting Acid Coat attack once more taking effect against Homonculus.

 

You notice your Fast-Acting Acid Coat attack once more taking effect against Homonculus.

 

Your Fast-Acting Acid Coat attack against Homonculus wears off.

 

Homunculus looks more than a little startled when his attack completely fails to connect. His optics widen and his jaw goes slack in the brief moment before Mixmaster retaliates. "Curses," he snarls, just prior to catching the cocktail straight in the face. Sputtering, he makes an attempt to slosh the searing chemicals off but only succeeds in harming himself further. "ARRRRRRRGGGGGH!" Throwing himself forward, driven by unchecked rage, the little tape rears back and hurls his fists (and body) at the aft-ugly mug of the Constructicon.

 

<Attack:> Homunculus used blow. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

 

Homonculus strikes you with Two-Fisted Smash for 8 points of damage.

 

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> catches two pesky fists from the horrid tape monster, we hates him we does. A loud >CLANG< resonates from his drum. "How many times.." Mixy says, speeding up and spinning around to face his opponent headfirst, "Do I have to say.." the nozzle retracts as an emitter pops up from his cab, "NOT.. THE.. DRUM!!" His high-temperature thermal beam flames forward towards the irritating Son of Soundwave.

 

Homonculus evades your Thermal Beam attack.

 

Homunculus is hurting, that much is obvious by the way he bounces painfully off Mixmaster after striking him. Luckily, the majority of the chemical slop that was eating away at his armor was thrown free with the chassis-jarring impact. Still, its effects are abundantly clear. Much of the tape's internal circuitry can be seen through the ruins of his face, and rivules of liquified metal fall to the ground like tears. Staggering, he pushes himself to his feet and turns to regard his opponent. Taking a few unsteady steps backward carries him clear of the scorching beam of Mixmaster's weapon. It's pure luck that saves the tape this time. Shifting the output of his own weapon one factor higher, he hunches down and braces himself before firing.

 

<Attack:> Homunculus used electricity. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

 

Homonculus strikes you with Fusion Cannon <Moderate Yield> for 14 points of damage.

 

You are very conscious that your life is in serious danger in this battle.

 

You transmit a message to Scrapper: SCRAPPER!

 

Scrapper receives a radio transmission.

 

Scrapper ponders making up some more rules, but realizes that he has only one course of action for this. He starts gettin' his gun ready. It's the Decepticon way!

 

Hun-Grrr has disconnected.

 

Revenant kind of owes Soundwave. Sounds actually helped him look some stuff up today, usually if you're not blue/purple. You wouldn't be getting a second look. Yet he's feeling charitable, almost as if he needs to do something. Plus Galvatron would be very angry with two Constructicons double teaming a tape. No matter how much he pissed of the Green ones. So in counter action to Scrapper's weapon draw, he blinks. As to say. I have mine ready, no worries.

 

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> eeeyyaas! as he catches a blast dead centre, shattering his windows. His purple windows! "You little pest! Scrapper, show him what it means to deal with a Constructicon!" He says as he veers to the side of the conflict to tend to his wounds.

 

Homunculus finally gains control over his balance and rises to his impressive full seven feet. "What treachery is this?!" Unrelenting, and especially because Mixmaster hasn't yielded yet, the small Decepticon takes to the air and begins closing on his fractured green foe.

 

Revenant pulls out a medical scanner and runs a check on Cement Truck <Mixmaster>.

You paged Revenant with 'Hey rev, I can go get fixed by a gumby, or you can fix me here so I can see the fight. Do you mind?'.

 

Revenant hovers into the ring quickly, landing on his feet with a clank. Thos pink nails seem to almost glow. Rev gives off a slight growl before looking at both Constructicons especially Scrapper. "You know I cannot allow you to do that. Fair is fair. Honor is honor. You want to be foolish and tangle within the Decepticon ranks, by all means. Yet this is his battle Scradder. Not yours." Not saying he wouldn't help his own Sweep out, but still he'd have some inner conflict about it. And no Scrapper was not spelled incorrectly.

 

Homunculus isn't about to be distracted, oh no, not when he's this close to victory. "I'll deal with you in a moment," he calls over his shoulder as he closes in for the kill. "This is personal." The whine of his cannon-arm shifts upwards another notch as the tape floats to an abrupt halt. "Any last words, Mixmaster?"

 

You transmit a message to Shellshock: Tell me, do you know how much energon you get if you are an executive officer? 50 astrolitres are yours if you fight alongside my brother.

 

Shellshock receives a radio transmission from Mixmaster.

 

Scrapper's optics widen, "Oh you slimy little construct of a malfunctioning creation factory..." he hisses. Wow, the phrase 'you son of a bitch' sounds really stupid when you Transformisize it. "I'm not going to stand by while this little twerp EXECUTES my brother!" He shout at Revenant. "Like slag that's what /you'd/ do if it was one of your little pissant clones." Whoops! Regardless, Scrapper has some Mixmaster to save! The Constructicon, not wanting to accidently shoot Mixmaster (now there's a first!) rushes towards Homunculus, seeking to clasp both his hands together and knock him away from the Cassetticon. Pow! Hopefully. "Get away from him!"

 

Scrapper strikes Homonculus with Bonecrushing double-fisted smash.

 

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> calls out from the end of the ring "You tell him, brother!" as he transforms and breaks open his SeCrEt compartment, where CLARICE is kept! He sets her up ready to play an inspiring theme, sending a quick message for backup first.

 

The Cement Truck's cab folds down and splits in two, forming Mixmaster's legs and feet. His wheels and part of his sides shift out into his arms, which push himself up. The Constructicon lifts himself up onto his feet and looks eagerly for something to smelt.

 

Onslaught has disconnected.

 

Pissant. You wreckless son of a robosmasher. Not themely of course. "Well, well. The commander who fears his own soldiers begins to show some carbon. How cute." Now, he draws his weapon. A large laser rifle emerges into the air, his left hand grasping tightly. "Now. Like I said. Lord Galvatron would not be happy with some snot ass repair workers, double teaming the weakest model of Decepticon." Instead of pointing the weapon at Scrad... Scrapper, he goes for a more hear warming target. Mixmaster. Pointing it firmly, yet not firing... Not yet at least.

 

Shellshock steps out, "Excuse me Revenant, can you really blame them for wanting to cover for each other? I mean alone they are not really that much combat wise, but would you just stand there and let someone blow away your leg?" He does'nt draw a weapon, he just walks over smoothly, not really rushing.

 

Mixmaster puts down his trumpet for a moment, "That's a load of scrap, Revenant and you know it! The punk DARED to criticize my prowess after I soundly defeated an opponent, withstood the attacks of another, and he did NOTHING."

 

Transmission from Scrapper: Alright, answer me very. Very. Quickly. Do you trust my aim?

 

Scrapper transmits a message via radio to Mixmaster.

 

Homunculus is smacked, and boy does it hurt. So intent is he on his upcoming victory, that he fails to notice the huge green hands sweeping out at him. Startled and sore, he clatters to the ground amidst a cloud of fragmented armor pieces. Bouncing several times he finally rolls to a halt. For a moment, he lays there motionless. Suddenly, the tape's body begins to heave and shake. It takes a moment for the message to become clear. Face down, the tape is laughing with something akin to maniacal glee. An arm shifts slowly into position, then the other one follows. Looking up, the shattered and melted remains of Homunculus' face are bathed in the shimmering glow of his fractured optics. The laughing continues unabated as the miniscule warrior begins to push himself painfully up. Pools of energon grow beneath his battered frame as he rises and locks his gaze on Scrapper. "You made a mistake," he cautions, his vocalizer rasping the words painfully. "You should have killed me." The cannon-arm begins to whine again, suddenly. The hellish glow from its business end further illuminates the unpleasant scene. The tape isn't quite to his feet yet, but when he is, all hell is going to break loose.

 

You transmit a message to Scrapper: At this point, Scrapper.. yes.

 

Scrapper receives a radio transmission.

 

Revenant has to stand up for the little guy, come on. "I care not wat this unit did. 99.347 percent of the time, I care what not if you all shot yourselves to Monacus and back. In fact it would give me pleasure. Despite My lord's enrangment. You have every right to slag him with any bit of anger you choose. Yet not him." Points to Scrapper. "You want 2 on 1 then find another shooting partner, for the tape. Because I will not stand up for this injustice in the name of the Empire." The gun is still held firmly.

 

Revenant Ignores brotherly love, over honor. As he would most likely do with his own.

 

Scrapper gasps. "Fears his own soliders? That's only Bonecrusher Hook and Long Haul and you KNOW IT!" He shouts, shaking his fist at the little Cassetticon. The Constructicon's optical visor narrows as the Sweep points his gun at his brother, "You worthless Unicron spawn," he hisses. "I think you're forgetting that this is not just some typical worthless Gestalt Leader. Galvatron selected ME as his High Command Liason to the Medical Science and Engineering division, and that means I can punish whoever the slag I wanna punish!" Sweeps notwithstanding. Scrapper aims his gun at Revenant, creating a wonderful standoff. A standoff that's compounded in trouble when Homunculus looks like HE's going to join back into the fun. What an age we live in! Well, after a very quick question Mixmaster, Scrapper does what he would normally never have the courage to do, and rolls the dice, taking a risk at gunning down his own brother. This is going to be awful when I end up gunning down Mixmaster. Eeek!

 

Scrapper strikes Revenant with Devastating blast.

 

Shellshock 's voice echoes as he steps between them, "ENOUGH!, Homunculus stand down, Scrapper, Mixmaster, i would suggest you do so as well by leaving this area as soon as possible." His voice echoes with stern authority. This match is over as of now, noone wins there will be a rematch at a time and day set when both parties are fully repaired under the proper rules of engagment. If it is really wanted it will be a team match. But this ends here, we have a raid comming up and i will not have this turn into a free for all when there is to much that needs to be done for the empire.

 

Homunculus pushes himself painfully to his feet. Vital fluids and small flakes of armor continue to rain from his shattered form. "No." His rasping voice barely carries throughout the arena. "No. You will not rob me of my prize." Lurching forward, he drags a badly damaged leg behind him. The already weakened armor spiderwebs with miniscule cracks as he moves, further weaking the tape's position. "He issued the challenge," gesturing weakly to the cowering Construction, he continues. "He must face the consequences. As for that one," Homunculus tries to snap his arm around to Scrapper, but almost loses his balance in the process. "I will deal with him next." Drawing power from those systems with still function, the small warrior manages to maintain the charge on his cannon for one last shot. Surprisingly calm in the moment, he simply turns and fires off a blast at the damaged Mixmaster. The dense alloy of his primary weapon, already in poor shape, cracks under the strain. It seems to hold together for a moment before exploding violently and sending Homunculus flying backward. A nimbus of azure fire ripples across his tortured frame as he slams bodily back into the ground and slides to a halt amongst various important pieces of his own anatomy.

 

<Attack:> Homunculus used plasma. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

Homonculus strikes you with Fusion Cannon <High Yield> for 15 points of damage.

You are very conscious that your life is in serious danger in this battle.

 

Homunculus falls to the ground unconscious.

 

The blast sends Revenant back several feet. Staggering, he does not fall. In no way would he give Scrapper the satisfaction. Although it may be in the highest of arsenal for the Constructicon. It is a mere every day wound. Nothing more then a reflected shot from a worthy opponent. The shot caught him off guard, that's quite lucky for mixy.

 "This ends now." His weapon clicks once, not as a shot but as a load. Or almost an unload. Before it is put away, what the hell is happening. "You, remove the tape immediately." Pointing towards Shellshock. His head slowly creeks back towards the Constructicons. "You will regret that. Not today, but you shall worthless human vehicles." Rev, completely ignores Shellshock;s previous comments. Better that he does. It's better to hold his anger in for better revenge. Plus he was not the one that went shooting up people within NCC. In fact he was the good one, obedient as always. The sweep just turns, placing one hand on the plasma wound which grazed the side of his abdomen. As he approaches the doorway, his neck snaps back. "Pray to Unicron, you don't catch me alone Scradder. Somewhere on this infernal planet."

Mixmaster is sitting there playing the trumpet. He has no idea what's going on.. oh, except that a big horrid plasma shot is coming his way! >FWOOSH!< Horrid plasma blast. Clarice is singed like anything. "CLARICE!" he weeps unthemely over his horn. "I'm swear, Clarice, I'm going to make the bad man pay, he's going to..." he looks up and sees the unconcious heap on the floor. He casts his gaze to Scrapper. "Hey.. we just won!"

 

Shellshock walks over and shakes his head, "I don't think there is enough left of him to QUALIFY as a tape anymore." He

pulls out a dustpan and a small broom and starts to clean up the pieces.

 

Motormaster arrives from the NCC Central Hub to the west.

Motormaster has arrived.

 

Homunculus is scorched, burned, blackened, fractured, and more or less in horrid shape. What's left of him.

 

Scrapper's first thought after pulling the trigger is: Thank Primus I didn't shoot Mixmaster! His second thought is: Oh crap, Homunculus is going to eat our fuel pumps. Scrapper tries to grab the little Cassetticon as he aims the cannon at him, but the little jerk manages to evade him. He winces as Mixmaster gets shot, but he can hope that his brother's hard head is capable of withstanding the hit. Thankfully, Homunculus falls to the ground in a crackle of fire. Scrapper barely has time to register it, but the technical side of him has already diagnosed a coolant leak that caused his circuitry to overload when the weapon power flow regulators were brought to their maximum capacity by the act of firing the fusion cannon. Aw, man, the one time I'm on my technobabble game and I'm not fixing anything. He can hear Shellshock going on and on about how we should all just get along, but he's beyond that point by now. Regardless, Scrapper still as a certain Sweep to worry about right now. Sure, Scrapper hit him with everything he had, but Revenant looks like he weathered it relatively well. He moves over towards Mixmaster's position as Rev point at the both of them. "Bah, you want a piece of me and you'll have five more Constructicons to take on as well. Hope you have enough Sweeps!" Scrapper has a feeling he'll regret saying that sometime. He kneels before Mixmaster. "I think we -all- won something today, Mixmaster," he says really camp-like. "But, to be more accurate, yes, /we/ won."

 

Mixmaster is weeping over his damaged horn, and is very much the same kind of nature as Homie. Only you know, not dead.

 

Revenant has just walked through the large doors, on his way to the central hub. Screaming out some threats to the

Constructicons as previously mentioned. Now it's time for Moto to defend Decepticon honor like he just did... Right?

 

Shellshock has disconnected.

 

Mixmaster collapses, pleased that he actually WON. "Uh.. Scrapper?" he says. "I might need a little medical work.. I think..." several toxic chemicals leak from his cracked drum to prove his point.

 

Scrapper nods to Mixmaster and breaks out his tools. But wait, you say, why would Scrapper have his repair tools in the arena! But then you'd remember that he came here to watch Mixmaster fight Homunculus, so /of course/ he'd have his repair tools here. He begins patching up his brother, but without a medical bed, can only really stop the leaks.

"Run! Run! Motormaster is coming! Motormaster is coming!" An orange Decepticon jet clamors, flailing his arms wildly in the air to offer impact to his message. He quickly runs up the stands, intending to put as much distance between him and Boss Stunticon as possible. "Quick everyone, look busy!" A black Decepticon with a porsche's hood for a chest suggests while smartly picking up a broom. From behind his faceplate, his vocoder is set to "Whistle Dixie." He keeps his optics to the floor and away from direct contact.

 

From the western entrance, Motormaster stomps onto the Arena floor with a sour expression. His upper lip is bunched up, his nose wrinkled and nostrils flared. Following him are a collection of smaller robots, all wearing sections of gloss automobile chassis like thick armor plating. They carry las-pistols in a loose, irresponsible fashion -- gangstas and hoodlums, this Decepticon Road Patrol is. They all delight in following Boss Stunticon, mostly since whereever he goes, there's still-twitchin' bodies left to be shot up a few more times.

 

Motormaster makes a bee-line, his massive semi-cab feet clattering loudly against the metal flooring. With each step, his shoulder swings forward and is followed by the other on the next step, his posture clearly muscling in. His fingers are balled up into wrecking balls striped in joint lines. Soon, Motormaster comes to a stop, with his right foot directly on top of Homunculus's body. It isn't much of a bend to his knee, either -- midgets don't take a lot of effort to step on. He hasn't crushed the reminants of the tape... yet. He tilts his head down, away from his hood, looking down at a limb that sticks out from under his foot. "Nnnngh.. Scrapper." Motormaster lifts his head, staring dead straight at the head Constructicon, "..why the f*** am I about to hold you responsible for what the f*** is staining my BOOT."

Mixmaster has such GREAT relations with Motormaster, so he's going to do the most intelligent thing he's done all week, and keep quiet. For now.

 

Revenant has exited the room completely just as Motormaster arrived. How convenient for him. Now is his chance to find someone and tell them his side of the story first. The non tainted side. The Blue side if you will oppose to that dirty, cheating green side. Terrible. Unfortunately for himself he does not go to rant about this, and just wanders off. Will probably have to report about it, immediately after Scrapper does to tell his side. Oh well for now let them rant to Motor. Rev's radio is on, Moto can ask any questions he wants when it's over. Yet most likely will go with plan B and just yell at everone.

 

Scrapper summons up all of his courage and stands up to face Motormaster. Dangit, why did Primus make him so much shorter than everyone else?! Looking up at the Stunticon bossman, Scrapper repeats the 'I'm the High Command Memeber' mantra to himself. "Uh," he starts off poorly. "This was an honourable duel between Homunculus and Mixmaster, Motormaster. You see," And this is where Scrapper pushes his luck, "Your Military Ops boy had it in his head to that he should be mean to Mixmaster after my fellow Constructicon heroicly saved the day on a raid performed by /another/ of your Military Ops boys. Well, one thing led to another, and they had themselves an honourable duel, all according to Decepticon tradition." First time in this arena, too. Sniff. "They fought, Homunculus won - thanks to the aforementioned Mixmaster being damaged for saving the day earlier - and Homunculus, being the idiot he is, went to finish off Mixmaster after it was over! So I couldn't have any of /that/, so I protected my brother, just like Onslaught, would protect his brothers, and Hun-Grrr would protect his brothers, and Razorclaw would protect /his/ brothers, and just like how YOU would protect YOUR bro- Ga-gAAAAagh!" Scrapper realizes what he's saying. "Ahem... so anyway, that infernal /Sweep/ then got all upset that I stopped the fight when it was already over, and tried to threaten my poor downed brother." Scrapper actually sounds proud as he finishes with. "So I gunned him down." Not quite, but hey.

 

Mixmaster is happy, his dear old brother sticking up for him. He gives Motormaster a nod, indicating he confirmed what was just said, and considers taking his 'prize' from the fallen Casetticon in front of Big Daddy Stunticon himself.

Motormaster interrupts Scrapper's very last sentence. Before he has a chance to finish enunciating "down," he tilts his breaks his attention away and looks back down at the mess beneath his foot. "SHUT THE F*** UP," he bellows. Homunculus hadn't said anything -- yet odds are, there isn't a Decepticon brave enough to tell Motormaster different. Boss Stunticon looks back up to Scrapper and appraises him with a squinty stare. A long, awkward period of silence follows before he replies, "Honorable, huh." He looks to Mixmaster, giving him the same look of furrowed brow and skepticism he used on Scrapper. "Honorable.."

 

Motormaster turns his head slightly to the right, his waist following in .. turn. He regards his gaggle of energon-charged mini-thugs out the corner of his yellow optic. "Honorable," he repeats again, this time lifting his chin. "Honorable," Motormaster sharply sniffs. One of the Road Patrol, a fellow with an eyepatch bolted over his right optic and copper wire dreadlocks spilling over his shoulder smirks. "Yeah, honorable. Haha, honorable," he echoes the warlord.

Motormaster looks back, his focus on Mixmaster. His snarly expression is slightly changed, the corners of his lips raised in a.. smile of sorts? He looks down at his right hand, its digits flexing straight. Motormaster reaches out, offering his hand to Mixmaster, whom he looks back at. "Honorable."

 

Scrapper winces as Motormaster shouts at him. You'd be sorry if Scrapper wasn't a wimp! But if wishes were horses, Scrapper would be spitting on Omega Supreme's corpse right now. He squints as Motormaster finds something amusing about the word 'honourable'. "Er..." he says, adding to his half of the conversation. "Right, then," he says once Motormaster and his cronies are done. "Now then, we have business to take care of." He turns around and picks up Mixmaster, hoisting him over his shoulder. "Well... uh, good luck at the raid for the parts for the Despoiler that, should something bad happen to the Constructicons, will never be rebuilt since we'll be too busy being repaired." Scrapper starts for the exit.

 

Mixmaster is no fool. He might need a hand up.. but he smiles.. he smiles as if it was his sole function, to the horrid horrid Motormaster, and politely gestures that no.. no thank you Motormaster, your very nice offer is not necessary. He helps himself up to his feet. At the mention of 'Despoiler' and 'parts', he casts a quick glance over to the small pile of DepthCharge armour. He doesn't say anything, and he doesn't move. Hopefully the sudden look will make Moto's attention turn, and he will see the pile. Constructicons know nothing about Honor, but they have their own thoughts on what HonoUr is. Good old Commonwealth.

 

Motormaster looks down to his hand and then back to Mixmaster, whom is over Scrapper's shoulder. His brow shifts, narrowing down the space between his optics. "SCRAPPER," he roars. "Are you going to let your.. -brother-.. get away with not shaking my hand. That's not very.. respectful. That's not very.. honorable." Motormaster's fingers twist, flexing into his palm one after the other. Stiff servos snap, eliciting a crick-crick-cracking sound that every Transformer in the arena manages to hear. ".. and they say the fight isn't over until you.. shake hands."

 

Mixmaster manages to bring his gaze up to meet that of Motormaster.. "Uh.. I don't want to be dishonorable,

 

Motormaster..." he mutters, very flatly, very quietly. He sloooowly extends his hand..

 

Scrapper stops. "Uh... no... no, I guess... I guess not." He says slowly, turning around and positioning Mixmaster so he can shake Motormaster's hand.

 

Motormaster reaches out for Mixmaster.. and suddenly, time slows down to a crawl. Astroseconds become lifetimes as every micrometer that great big grey hand comes closer to the much finer green hand. His fingertips slide over Mixmaster's palm, tempting him with completion of a social norm. With one handshake, Mixmaster would be in the clear and completely devoid of any responsibility. With one handshake, Mixmaster could put this night behind him and look to a future with his Constructicon future. This one handshake never happens. Time goes back to normal the instant Motormaster reaches further and grabs Mixmaster by the -throat-. Boss Stunticon gives a hard tug, wrenching this beaten mixing madman from Scrapper's loving arms. Motormaster hoists Mixmaster high and looks directly at the right leg of Devastator. "The next time you gay green motherf***ers say the H-word to my face again, I rip your f***ing throats out. NOW.." Motormaster bellows, giving Mixmaster a good shake. "Since your f***up has left me without a Homo-culus.. or whatEVER the f*** his name is, I'm taking this jolly green mental midget in his place. Until this piece of sh** under my boot is fixed, Mixmaster will be subbing in his place." Motormaster looks up to said Mixmaster and prods him with a finger. "And if you f***ing fail me as a warrior, you dumb glorified paint-can, Devastator finds a prosthetic leg."

 

Scrapper's brother is taken from his loving arms! Good God, Motormaster, did you spend all that time trying to figure out the gayest way to describe it? Ah well. Scrapper whirls around and glares up at Motormaster in horror. "You put him down! Homunculus brought his pain on himself! It was HIS gun that overloaded when he tried to end this entire thing!" Scrapper is visually shaking. "You certainly aren't losing anything with that screw-up of a Cassetticon, and I'm not going to lose a fellow Constructicon based on this! So your suggestion is denied. Now put him down!"

 

Motormaster levels his finger at Scrapper! "You must be going Deaf, Scrapper. I never asked for objections. Now shut the f*** up and fix sh**. You'll get your Mixmaster back -after- the Kazakhstan run. This green turd has a -lot- to learn about being a warrior. I'm going to be his PERSONAL. TUTOR."

 

Mixmaster was expecting SOMETHING, but not quite this. "gccck.. I AM 'wrrior.." he sputters while his vocal circuitry is physically "Beat someone in fight.." his feet dangle and he kicks about.. not anywhere near moto, thankfully. "Mor'n you c'n say 'bout y'r little black fr'nd there.. needed to d'feat sum'one already.. hurt.. *GAK*" He spits and sputters. "If you letme go.. he can be fixed now.. by TWO medics, 'nstead of one.."

 

Scrapper grits his mechanical teeth at Motormaster and finally screams. "Gaaah! That's it!" Scrapper reaches for his gun and sets it to the best setting he knows of. "You crazy Stunticon! You go away now!" He shrieks, flailing his other arm around like a pansy. Finally, trying to calm himself against the sheer horror that is the Stunticon Commander, Scrapper points the gun at Motormaster's face and pulls the trigger. Scrapper is taking a huge risk here, but damnit, Motormaster has gone too far!

 

Scrapper strikes Motormaster with his Putting the enemy down for the Long Haul attack.

 

Best. Setting. He. Knows. Of.

 

Threads of tingling sensation, commonly known as pain to Decepticons of lesser constitution, reach across Motormaster's systems. The pathways of his neural circuitry are disrupted, rendering his limbs unresponsive. His body locks into a rigid state, his joints failing to receive the command to move. Worst of all, the fingers curled around Mixmaster's throat remain so, perhaps even just a smidge tighter than before. Motormaster is unable to speak, but all he would have to say is present in his eyes: Devastator is going to need new legs.

 

Mixmaster makes the most of the opportunity. That look in Moto's eyes could be aimed at Scrapper, Mixmaster, or both of them. Either way, he doesn't STILL want to be in the grip of Motormaster when his systems reboot, recalibrate and restart. He makes a play with his weakened hands to try and peel away Moto's grip.

 

Scrapper has no intention of sticking around, and he doesn't have any intention of leaving his brother behind to be tortured or Primus knows what else Motormaster has in mind. The Constructicon reaches with both hands to Motormaster's fingers and uncurls them. Two hands and the help of the victim versus five fingers? Tsk. Knowing Motormaster is going to wake up in about... oh, I dunno, /now/, Scrapper starts making a bee-line to the exit with Mixmaster. "We're even now, Motormaster!" He calls out. All that whipping for one stun? Sounds fair. Will Moto think so? Hrm.

 

Slowly, but surely, Motormaster's empty hand starts to move. The uppermost joints are the first to respond, as those neural circuits reestablish an electric current. The tips of his digits flex inward, metal ominously creaking in the silence of the arena. The second and third joints are to follow, twisting Motormaster's hand into a fist. His wrist trembles, shaking his fist violently. Anger isn't what restores his systems, powering his existence. What will propel him out of this arena and to the Medbay will be the rage of the schoolyard bully whose nose was bloodied by a come-uppance at the hands of the weak. This will not stand, Motormaster knows.

He'll restore his position with the blood of two Constructicons.