Eastern Provinces - Canada

 

     Covering nearly a million square miles, the vast lands of the provinces of Quebec, Ontario, Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Newfoundland, and Prince Edward Island reach as far as the eye can see. Canada is an immense land rich in resources, from the mines of gold, nickel, and iron to the huge hydroelectric installations on the St. Lawrence, Churchill, and Columbia Rivers to the extensive forests, producing nearly half of the world's newsprint. Most of the people live on the southern border, in cities like Toronto and Montreal, but that represents a bare fraction of the extent of this region.

 

Contents:

Scrapper

Laser Pistol<Sixshot> has arrived.

Mixmaster

 

Welcome to Hamilton, the industrial centre of Ontario. Where the smoke is thick, the factories a plenty, and the water pollution a mergin' with the pollution on the other side of the lake. This city rests on the west side of Lake Ontario, and has the benefit of having access to one of the biggest lakes on the planet. Some of the people here refer to this as the Pittsburgh of Canada... as if that was a /good/ thing or something. From here, you can go southeast along the lake to the beautiful city of Niagara Falls, or northeast towards the Ontario Capital, Toronto - the New York of Canada... again, as if that was a /good/ thing. Regardless, today the clouds are thick, the heat is on, and Scrapper is flying after Mixmaster.

 

Mixmaster soars in leading his brother to one of several factories in the area.. holding a gun that is SO MUCH BETTER than Scrapper's new one. "There we go," he says to his brother before beginning his slow descent, pointing to a large facility on the Con's horizon. "That should be the chemical factory I was talking about. Check the map."

 

Laser Pistol<Sixshot> is being carried by Mixmaster. A Deception that will hopefully succeed as that Constructicons usually aren't big combatants, much to Sixshot's quiet disaproval. He hopes that in this ruse he will also avoid the first volley.

 

Bumblebee /vrooms/ onto the scene, shouting an Autobot battle cry or two. "The Scroll, the buttons, the scroll, the buttons, make em come together like the button on a muffin!" Yes, Bee's pissed, and transforms midair, laser pistols out and ready to give the Cons a hell of a fight. Or at least a stern talking too.

 

       Oh, Bumblebee is not the only who is pissed. In fact, Elita One is extremely angry after this entire display of unprofessionalism and... Lack of communication and... So other many enraging things that could sum up, as a whole, why the entire faction is currently collapsing on its base. Though now wasn't the time to vent out that anger... Rationalism was the key... And some persons would just get 'a talk' when this'll be done and she'll return to Autobot City. A lot of Autobots would. "Autobot, accelerate..." She idly says as they drive through the highway toward Hamilton.

        The femme commander then transforms, not too much time after Bumblebee.

 

Elita One rises up into her pink robot mode.

 

DepthCharge flies on through the skies, like an angelic.. err.. angel. Through the pollution, through the smog, through the large party of ducks that are migrating. Nothing can stop him from his duty to protect the Earth from the forces of eeeebil. For he is DepthCharge - scientist, aquabot, medic, bad romance novelist, and most importantly protector of stuff that the Decepticons want. The flying fish follows the rest of the Autobot's energy signatures, heading towards where Teletran Two detected the Decepticons.

 

Scrapper nods to Mixmaster and peers at the pistol he's holding. Scrapper isn't terribly confident in Sixshot's claims that he's a-ok, and the fact that Mixmaster cleared him for duty is really no comfort at all. Nevertheless, Scrapper let it go. The Constructicon is also somewhat wanting to show Motormaster how it's /really/ done. IE, how to do things properly and /not/ cause all of your mates to be slaughtered. That last raid was a horrible loss, no matter what the Stunticon says. Scrapper lands on the roof of the factory Mixmaster pointed out, unaware of the fact that two out of three Autobots approaching are really, really angry. Thank goodness the last one is DC, or this would be depressing.

 

Laser Pistol<Sixshot> is still in the grip of Mixmaster. Not many have seen Sixshot in Gunmode. those that do usually don't wanna be looking down the Barrels of the Twin Hypersonic Concussion blasters. Sixshot gruffly says, "So what are we getting here? Just incase you want me to book out in exit?"

 

Mixmaster cares NOT for foolish Angrybots! Although DepthCharge arriving would be fun.. he really beat him last time. The Sexiest constructicon in the country lands right outside what /should/ be a large factory. "Chemicals.. nasty ones." He doesn't bother running through the list, since Scrapper didn't even know it. Straight down to business is Mixy.. he tosses his ScArY weapon into the air as he transforms, and it lands in his cab. Don't ask me how, it just does. He snickers as he charges the wall of the factory.. leaving a decent-sized hole in the factories wall for Scrapper to enter.. though he'd have to knock a bit of the top down or crawl through.. "Flee!" he cackles to the panicing humans in the factory. "Flee before the lime green DOOM that is the Constructicons!"

 

Bumblebee keeps charging then, looking for cover. Sorry, he thought the fight was on.

 

        "According to Teletran Two, the Decepticons should be in this vecility." The femme commander says, her azure optics slowly assessing the area for really dangerous stuff... Chemical Industries... They didn't want to cause a big bio-hazard case up here, after all. "Autobots, act carefully. We must avoid collateral damages at all cost here... Considering the distance from here and big human cities, it could be most dangerous if some things went wrong..." Her gaze then goes on Bumblebee as he charges in, "Careful there..." She says, as she follows after him, though not quite in a charge but more an hasty pace instead. "... Hopefully, no human lives will be endangered on the battlefield." She mutters to herself, keeping her optics wairily on what was around.

 

DepthCharge is flying, up in the skies, where it is blue. Blue like the oceans. His home. So therefore he is at home in the sky. Or something. He just nods to Elita and as she asks them to be careful and replies, "Of course Sub Commander. I'll have a talk with Teletran Two and see if he has any updated information on this area."

 

Laser Pistol<Sixshot> lands within Mixmaster's cab. He plans to have words with Mixmaster about such rough treatment of his Gun mode. For now he remains silent.

 

Mixmaster is indifferent for Sixshot's handling. He's like a kid in a candy store, all of the different goodies he could pick from.. Let's start with the sealants. "See the big tank up there, Scrapper? The one with the skull and crossbones? The grey one that says it containts noxious chemicals? That's the first thing we're gonna need for Operation: What Wheeljack Did, We Can Do Better. Handy that this factory's horrid horrid drums have large 'taps' on them, with a large hose/funnel type device nearby as well, isn't it?

 

Scrapper lifts off of the roof and lands on the ground where Mixmaster made his hole by ramming into a wall. Just like all Constructicons seem to do. Scrapper ducks his head in order to make it through, and brandishes his pistol around. "Yes, get out of here, fleshbags." The distance between this factory and any big human cities, by the way, is zero. This is /in/ a big city. Hamilton. Scrapper, still unaware of the approach of the Autobots - strategy has never been his thing, so he has no guards or lookouts out there - follows in Mixmaster. "Yeah?" he asks about the tanks. "Very very handy." Scrapper heads on over to the tank and begins connecting the funnel/hose to the big grey tank.

 

Bumblebee has calmed a little bit. City combat, this is his specialty. Keep cooool. He transforms again, and begins slipping down the backways and alleys towards his destination-the Decepticons. And Ass Kicken. At the very least, he can use the element of suprise to his dark advantage. Muwahahaha. His raido works overtime, as he looks for orders in the meantime.

 

Hopping into the air, Bumblebee shifts into a compact Volkswagon.

 

Bumblebee transmits a message via radio to Elita One.

 

Elita One receives a radio transmission.

 

        A hole in the wall? And now... A scrapped roof? Alright, ask no longer, there must have been where the Decepticons went. The femme commander then whispers a couple of things to herself, transmitting via her commlink informations to the other Autobots as to where was the Decepticon whereabout. Then, Elita One makes her way in rush toward the hole in the wall, taking out her laser pistols in case.

 

Elita One transmits a message via radio.

Bumblebee receives a radio transmission.

 

DepthCharge flies along with the other Autobots. Well, they don't fly. DC flies. They roll. Roll with the punches. Arriving at the factory, and Elita noticing a big hole in the side of it, DepthCharge hmms to himself. Another Decepticon raid. And, by the sign out the front saying 'Chemical Inc. For all your acid face burning needs' this appears to be a chemical store. So the Decepticons must be after.. hot dogs! No, I mean chemicals! DepthCharge can predict what is going to happen here. Same as at every conflict. Decepticons arrive. Autobots arrive. Decepticons distract Autobots with conflict. Decepticons retreat with stuff. Same old vicious cycle. Well, no more. This time DepthCharge is going to do things a little differently. He is going to do things the scientist way, not the warrior way. He says to Elita before she runs off, "You distract the Decepticons. I've got something I want to show Teletran Two." With those cryptic words out of his vocalizer DepthCharge heads away from the hole in the wall and flies on up, towards the main entrance of 'Chemical Inc.'. Everything is in panic at the moment. Workers and scientists are running around, evacuation sirens are sounding and cars are fleeing. DepthCharge idly scans the crowd, looking for someone in a lab coat and, lowering his hand to block someone who looks promising. He says, ensuring his voice is kept low (but probably doesn't matter due to the evacuation sirens), "I'm an Autobot. I want you to show me to your main computer system. The ones that control all the inlets and outlets for this plant." Looking somewhat uncertain, the terran eventually nods and leads DepthCharge in through the main doors.

 

"By the way for those of us unfamilair with Combat operations. Who is watching our metallic rears?" Sixshot adds with his superior tone. Yet he remembers his place for now and deecides to cut his remarks short.

 

Oh oh, DepthCharge is planning on doing something sneaky. That's not good. Usually the Autobots just attack, fail to stop the Cons, and everyone's happy! But here it seems like the Autobots, or at least DC, is gettin' wise to the trick. Scrapper looks at the little handgun and shrugs. "I'm sure we'll hear an Autobot shout out that they're here and how we have to surrender and yadda yadda yadda. Afterall, that's what they -always- do!" Uh oh.

 

Mixmaster continues to snicker and chortle.. until Sixshot makes a fairly good point. "I'm busy here, Scrapper, and Sixy is busy being a coward in his gun form.. be a dear and hook up the Hydroflu.." he stops his chemical rant.. "The blue one, and then have a look see outside? The Autobots surely have found out we're here by now." He would do it himself, but he is kinda busy.

 

Little Yellow Volkswagon<BUMBLEBEE> grins, as he nears the hole. Yes, time for his own operation...Sneaky Sneaky Sir. The Cons did have good battle names, he'll give them back. Slipping into she Shadows<tm> of the area inside the hole, the Bee goes onto silent running, slipping up and into the area, playing survelence money for now. Feel free to find me, or now. Muwahahahaha.

....after transforming. Quietly. Yes.

 

With a click and a whir, Bumblebee bursts into his robot mode.

 

        "... We'll work on that." Elita One says, before turning her gaze over to Bumblebee. Figuring her size herself... And how she's pink and very hard to miss, Elita One prefers to let Bumblebee go on in on his own, "... I'm counting on you, Bumblebee. If something arises... Just radio me, I'll be waiting outside for the time being... Good luck."

Hopefully, Bee will get to know everything they need to know and manage to distract them..

Ducking down low to get through some sections of the plant, DepthCharge is lead to an area of the factory which, coincidentally enough, happens to be a few rooms from the factory floor that the Decepticons are raiding. He nods to the terran and removes his datapad, pulling out a data jack and plugs the datapad into a port on one of the many terminals that are used for monitoring and controlling the factory. He types away on the datapad, turning to look at the scientist he dragged along and says, "Please swipe your security card. I'm going to need clearance." The terran scientist simply shrugs and does so. After all, the factory is presently being raided by Decepticons. Surely he can't get into trouble for allowing an Autobot access to their computer system. Various lights all flash green on the computer terminal and DepthCharge says to his datapad, "Secure connection, restricted upload access. Hello, Teletran Two?"

 

The datapad's speakers crackle and an electronic voice emits from them, "Greetings Medical Staff Officer DepthCharge."

 

DepthCharge says, "Teletran Two. I want you to scan this computer here. Find the commands for various chemical inlets and outlets and where they are directed. Then wait."

The datapad's speakers crackle, "Acknowledged. Processing.." and DepthCharge waits.

 

Laser Pistol<Sixshot> bahs, "Cowardice or a plan of action involving suprise are two different things Mixmaster." the Pistol can't transform in Mixmaster because he would tear apart the cabin of the Cement truck. Sixshot reminds himself to do horrible things to Mixmaster while sleeping.

 

Scrapper sighs and hooks up the hose to the hydroflu- to the /blue/ one and nods to Mixmaster. "Right, then. I'll go see if they've shown up." Scrapper grudgingly heads through the corridors and hallways, finally making it to the hole in the wall. Scrapepr peers briefly outside without going through. "Nope, don't see anyone," he says, obviously not seeing DC, who's many rooms away, nor Bumblebee, who snuck in before Scrapper reached the wall area again. The Constructicon finally crosses the threshhold to the outdoors and looks left and right - and stares right at Elita One. "Gah!" he shouts, running back through the hole, clearly startled.

 

Mixmaster continues to fill up his tanks for his next creation for his concoction.. A little something. He doesn't even bother with explaining the next chemical name, as his player is waaay over his head in the chemical department. "The green one now.. what's wrong, Scrapper?" He asks as his brother flees back. Wasn't he supposed to be all CoUrAgEoUs now?

        An hole in her attention span. And as Elita One's azure optics return back toward the hole... They just fall right off on Scrapper, right about at the same time as he's staring at her. For a moment, both of them are just staring at each other without moving... Standing still... Before the electric connections actually make themselves and both just react. "... Oh no you don't!" Elita One says, rushing off after Scrapper since they were relatively close to each other. Like she'll allow him to get back too far within or anything... And once she believes she's close enough in range with Scrapper, she just lunges at him, in attempt to tackle him down to the ground and try to... Hold him.

 

Elita One succeeds in grasping Scrapper, throwing him off-balance.

 

Bumblebee hmms, checking out Mixmaster's chemical set up. Only the Constructicons? Bull. Obviously they have...ooh. Chemicals. Chemicals go boom. Resisting the urge to giggle, Bee notes several sites to shield himself from an explosion, and resume fireing with only loosing 17 efficency. Exxxcelent. He quiet-radios to Elita, just needing confirmation...

 

Whilst Teletran Two, his best buddy, goes to work DepthCharge meanwhile begins to look on the security monitors. Hmm. Let's see. Every section of the factory floor is monitored, since there are lots of lethal chemicals and lots of easily hurt terrans. It doesn't take long for DepthCharge to find a monitor displaying the section the Decepticons are in and DepthCharge turns to look at the scientist he has abducted. "What area of the plant is this?" "That's green area. Contains vats of Chemical #235, #14 and #65." The Aquabot nods and looks back down at his datapad and says, "Teletran Two. I want you to isolate a section of the plant known as 'green area'. Drain chemicals #235, #14 and #65 from their storage vats. Place them anywhere in the plant, I don't care where. Just so long as they aren't drained outside the plant or mixed with other chemicals."

 

The datapad chimes after a few moments of calculations, "Acknowledged. Beginning procedure."

 

Meanwhile, back where the Constructicons are, something appears to begin to happen. A number of outlet valves on the containers there are working on open and begin to suck away the chemicals that are stored in the tank. Oh no! Can the constructicons suck enough to stop this happening?

 

Bumblebee transmits a message via radio.

 

Elita One receives a radio transmission.

 

Scrapper wasn't scared, just startled by seeing an Autobot suddenly appear so close by. Since when did they stop announcing their presence? Foul, I say! Regardless, Scrapper starts sprinting back through the corridors so he can report something that isn't nothing to Mixmaster, but before he even gets a fourth of the way there, he hears Elita calling to him, and then feels something impact him in the back. Both he and Elita One fall down in a tangle of green and pink limbs, thrashing about as Scrapper tries to flee, and Elita tries to pin him down. "Mmmgghg!" he shouts through a mess of pink, but it's too muffled for anyone to hear.

 

Laser Pistol<Sixshot> is still just waiting in the Cab of Mixmaster... Bored.

 

Mixmaster wonders where Scrapper is.. when all of a sudden.. >SCHLOOOOORP!< "Hey.. what? Come back! Come back with my chemicals!" Mixmaster calls out loudly as the computer slowly.. then quickly.. starts taking back what was rightfully his. "I didn't even know that a tap could do that!" He cries out again. His cab door opens automatically as he bellows to his companion. "Sixshot, Shut that tap off.. or do.. /something!/"

 

Elita One transmits a message via radio to Bumblebee.

 

Bumblebee receives a radio transmission.

 

DepthCharge meanwhile sits in his nice little, safe office and watches everything on the plant floor via security camera. If only he had sound. It would make things a lot more fun. But he just has to picture what Mixmaster is saying . o O ( What? My chemicals! They are being stolen. Oh, I have been outsmarted. Only one Autobot could be smart enough to come up with such a brilliant play. DepthCharge! We all should just surrender now..) Well, maybe DC isn't thinking /exactly/ that. But it is funny. So he just monitors the progress and waits.

 

Bumblebee mutters, not being able to shoot anyone in the FACE, and takes his handy dandy recording device out, obsering the Cons and their inability to hold their water, and looks for a panel capable of getting info on what, exactly the cons are doing, taking ballpark measuremnts of the canisters, full and empty, and trying to identify anything for future alayisis by people who know what they're doing. Oh, and radios DC.

 

        Strugling with Scrapper to maintain hold, Elita One tries to make as little noise as possible but... That's rather hard. Gladly, she has been able to prevent the Decepticon from actually shouting out loud, muffling his words by having her grasp real tight around his head... Right now, they looked like a pile of... Indescrible thing. It seemed to be a rather incomfortable position for both of them, but such was the wait... If Elita One could 'lock' Scrapper down so she can buy them sometime. "... If you stay all nice... Then you won't get hurt..." Elita One says in a whisper.

 

Scrapper would definitely give a cry if his vocal module wasn't being squeezed right now. He tries anyway, but again, only a muffled noise can barely be heard. Scrapper squirms around, trying to get into a position where his great Constructicon-given strength would be more of an advantage. Unfortunately, he just doesn't have enough leverage Although unable to really tax his vocal module and shout, he is able to hiss, "Get away from me, Autobot!"

 

Laser Pistol<Sixshot> exits Mixmaster transforming into his Cyberwolf mode. Its the only transformation mode that will fit in here and allows him mobility. The wolf immediately perks up using its enhanced senses to survey what the heck might be going on. Course then he hears the scuffle that scrapper is involved in. Sniffing the air. He also knows that there is more then 1 Autobot here. "Well well Mixmaster we are not alone. Scrapper it seems to be occupied."

 

With the trademark transformation soundbite, this sixchanger transforms into his Cyber-Wolf mode.

 

Bumblebee transmits a message via radio to DepthCharge.

DepthCharge receives a radio transmission.

 

DepthCharge transmits a message via radio.

Bumblebee receives a radio transmission.

 

Mixmaster cuts his losses and transforms. He only got half of his second Chemical that he wanted in the end.. but one and a half is better than none, which is how things were going to go. "Uh.. I could go for some extra weaponry if you could go for being concealed again," he mutters quietly, his shootin' arm extended..

 

        Unfortunately for Elita One, slowly but surely this situation was starting to change in favor of Scrapper as he was more settling into a more advantageous position for himself in this struggle. Of course, considering that Elita One was focusing herself on preventing Scrapper from having any sort of oral alert to the other Decepticons present and that... This construction was remarkably strong, it made the task rather difficult. Gladly, it will have bought enough time she figures. "Not right now... Just... A little long..." She says in an hushed tone back to Scrapper as she tries to maintain hold, even though she feels that her grasp's failing her and eventually the Construction'll be set loose.

 

DepthCharge nods in satisfaction as Mixmaster gives up and the rest of the chemicals are drained away. He says to his datapad, "Alright Teletran Two. Good work. I'd give you a medal if you had a body."

                The computer chimes back in reply, "Nature of query is not understood." Typical. Even though Teletran is a supercomputer, DC still needs to remember that it is just a computer. The Aquabot says, "Alright Teletran Two. I want you to begin analysis of what those chemicals that we just pumped away are used for. Primarily by Cybertronians. But terran information will do too. Radio me a response. Uplink connection is now terminated." With that the Aquabot unplugs his datapad, nods to the terran scientist, and leaves the room. Determine to head over to see what he can to do assist his friends.

 

Bumblebee frowns. They're on to us. Bloody hell, no time for subtlty...time to kick ass. Or die. Or both. Wincing, Bumblebee does what he does best...the wrong thing. He takes two well-maied shots at the full canisters of chemicals, hopeing they give a decent explosion.

 

Scrapper is not skilled in hand-to-hand combat, but his desperation and anger at being tied up serves him well. The lime green engineer squirms, kicks, and punches every chance he gets, trying to break free from the pink wonder. "I said get away from me, you femme witch!" he shouts in frustration. If he didn't have a faceplate he'd try and bite his way out. "MIXMASTER!" he shouts out, trying to alert his brother to what's going on. Course, Six has already done that to an extent. Slowly but surely, Scrapper gets closer and closer to escaping from Elita One's evil clutches!

 

Meanwhile, Bee's two shots strike one of the canisters, and it shatters outwards, spilling blue liquid all over the place. A fire begins to spread from the chemicals, and new alarms can now be heard. Just when you think things can't get any worse... the sprinkler systems turns on for the entire factory.

 

The Cyber-Wolf gives Mixmaster a, maybe on the next cold day in hell, look. The explosion erupts behind him and the sixchanger covers his head and ducks. When the shower commences the Wolf decides its time to leave. He soars forward on his anti-gravs. His wings extuded he glides down the hallway before spotting Elita and Scrapper. The Wolf Transforms into his robot Mode. His Transformations slow as the Foam begins to build on his armor. He summons his Blasters from subspace. Pointing them at Elita he calmly states, "Off him or I'll make sure you look like Onslaught after the last fight."

 

With the trademark transformation soundbite, this sixchanger transforms into his robot mode, Sixshot.

Mixmaster

 

The insane Mixmaster stands before you in full robotic mode. His body is predominantly the same lime green with purple that all Constructicons have. In Mixmaster's case, that means a purple chestplate, with green arms, feet, headpiece and back. Parts of his Cement Mixer's cab are visible on his feet, and his purple drum remains motionless on his back.

 

Mixmaster eeyaaaahs! As Bumblebee lets loose two blasts from his gun. Who thought that the minibot's pissy little weapon could do that sort of devastation? "You insolent little.. Those were MY ingredients!" he spits out in fury at the bee. "If you are so desperate for some chemicals to play with.." A little capsule launches, "Help yourself!" he spits as he runs to where he heard Scrapper call out for him. "I'm coming, Bro!" he calls, as the capsule explodes, spraying the bee in glop.

 

You successfully strike Bumblebee, who is now temporarily incapacitated.

 

Bumblebee is glomped! The glomp! Noooooo! He still manages an obnoxious little chickle, as he struggles to move. "Got stinged, didja Mixmaster! Ha! Ha I say!"

 

A bit mixed with Scrapper's efforts and Sixshot's command, Elita One's grasp on Scrapper finally dissipates, which allows the Construction to go off... Maybe a final 'kick' to the chest to push her off at the same time. Nonethless, considering Sixshot's distance with both of them, it was hardly the time to try any sort of attemp. Now that she got a little distance away off Scrapper, which allowed him to go away from her and... Also because he kinda unwillingly pushed her away, Elita One decides to rise slowly up to her feet, her optics keeping focused on Sixshot all the time, while remaining just... Quiet.

 

DepthCharge hears new sirens added to the mix of the old ones and, to make matters worse, suddenly foam is spraying everywhere. Gah! The Aquabot hurries onward, determined to discover what has caused all this mess. As he bursts through the doors onto the factory floor, he sees a fire being contained. Oh. That explains it. He also sees Mixmaster and Bumblebee arm wrestling or something. Let's throw a curve ball the Decepticon's way. After all, they don't know that he is here. The Aquabot, now having a bit more room to move, hovers up into the air and says, "Decepticons. This plant is presently under Autobot protection. During the time it took for Autobots Bumblebee and Elita One to keep you occupied an Autobot and EDC response team have assembled around the perimeter of this factory. Lower your weapons and leave now. This is the only warning you will receive."

 

Scrapper is quite grateful to see the Sixchanger come down the corridor. "Thank Primus," he mutters, still trying to shake Elita free - task that becomes somewhat harder as the foam starts to build up on them. Scrapper grits his mechanical teeth. He knows about the power of FIRE RETARDANT FOAM. Many a Decepticon plans have been thwarted with its power. Either way, Scrapper escapes, kicking off and avoiding her grasp. Scrapper scampers over to Sixshot, stands side-by-side with him, and points his pistol at Elita, making a firing line. Good thing there's only one Autobot here, right? Well, he can't hear DC whippin' out the demands back on the factory floor.

 

Sixshot looks to Scrapper, "Good Good. You alright there Scrapper? the Feemebot didn't rough you up to bad did she?" He laughs, "and she isn't the only. I smelt another one, but I counted determine the Autobot's position." He then looks back to Elita, "So are you surrendering or do we do this the fun way?" He says this while widening his stance and preparing for this... fun way.

 

Mixmaster was so TOTALLY gonna go save his brother.. except for this new face. "What's this now?" he mutters.. somewhat wary at this point. The Autobots are all CRAZY like today.. none of their usual tricks are happening. DepthCharge isn't even giving off another trademark warning shot! "Lowering my weapon.." he says out loud, even if he doesn't have his gun out at this point, so he just lowers his hands. "And leaving.." he slowly.. skeptically.. walks towards where Sixshot and his brother are. He should be popping out that way next pose.."

 

Bumblebee breaks out of the goop with a girly squeek. Desperate, he looks about...and grins. Heh. Hopping up, he notices the "In Case Of Fire, Break" sign, and breaks the glass, grabbing the large hose. Water? Poision? Fire Retardent Foam? Who knows! Bee, becoming quiet again admists the fire foam and freaking, gets closer and clsoer to the cons, prepareing to turn the high-pressured contents on them....

        Despite the situation, Elita One just stares at Sixshot and then over at Scrapper... A tight smirk curling over her optics as she notices the foam accumulating over the Decepticon's armor plating... Not to mention her own as well. "Oh... I am afraid I have forgotten... But now that it comes back to me... Retreat now, Decepticons, before it is too late..." Oh yeah, forgot to give them that option. The femme commander then straightens herself up... Figuring as well that this might bring upon her the Decepticon fire but... She'd much rather fall before their fire rather than surrender to Decepticons.

 

DepthCharge nods slowly as Mixmaster begins to march along out. Well. That was simple.. wasn't it. But as if DC is going to trust Mixmaster enough to just let him walk around the factory. Sending power to his anti-gravs, DepthCharge floats on over and begins to walk along behind Mixmaster. Some feet back, of course, in case Mixy tries something. As Mixmaster disappears into the corridor and DepthCharge follows, he spies Bumblebee smash the 'in case of fire' cabinet and begin to drag out a hose towards where Mixy and DC are exiting (though Mixy has already gone, so doesn't see). DepthCharge decides that he doesn't want to know and moves quickly to catch up with Mixmaster. To escort him and keep him out of trouble.

 

Scrapper nods to Sixshot, "Yeah, Elita One can't hurt me. She doesn't have the ball bearings to take on a /real mech's/ job." Scrapper taunts. The Constructicon looks towards Elita One, doubting that she's going to surrender. Scrapper doesn't really want to just shoot her while she's just standing there, but what can he do, right? Scrapper peers up at the ceiling, wondering just how much more of this foam this fricking factory could have. He finds out as suddenly foam starts hitting him from behind. Oh no! The Constructicon whirls around. "Bumblebee's behind us!" he shouts, spotting both the wielder of the hose and Mixmaster entering the corridor. Scrapper pulls the trigger on the pistol. "What in the-?!" he mutters, peering at the now white foamed muzzle of the gun. Scrapper snorts in annoyance and charges the minibot, slips on the foam, and falls on his butt.

 

Sixshot fires his Concussion rifles at Elita. Well sorta if not for the Foaming up of the firing Mechanizm that basically makes his vaunted pistols merely sputter. "Oh this is just perfect." He throughs away his Pistols into subspace and charges Elita. the Normally nimble Decepticons though discovers this Foam does more then just gum up the works it makes the floor pretty much frictionless. All he can to is reach out for Elita hoping to throw her off balance before he skids to the halt promtly his legs go different ways and he falls over.

 

Sixshot succeeds in grasping Elita One, throwing her off-balance.

 

Mixmaster gives Scrapper a funny look.. "Bumblebee? But I.." he turns about just before he sees Scrapper slip over, to get a good view for himself... "BUMBLEBEE!" he cries out, pulling his own gun from subspace.. but it malfunctions with the foam falling on it before he gets a chance. "Curse you, you irritating insect, YOU started this.. I outghta..-OOF-!" He cries out, as Scrapper's sliding knocks him over too. Just like in a cartoon, Mixy lands aft-first on his brother as they continue to slide along...

 

Bumblebee poses triumphantly! He blew the chemicals! He got the info! He /foiled the Decepticons!/ And how, he was gonna "hose" them right out of town! Hehe. Gotta write that down. Nimbly avoiding certin trippy doom, Bee turns on the hose...forgetting that A)It's HIS SIZE. and B) Probably made for a small army of humans, or a normal-strengthed bot. As the foam fires out wildly, Bee begins to riiiiiiiise into the air, whipping about as if riding some invisible, sadistic bronco! "Aaaaaaaaaaah!"

 

Primus must have been with her! Definately! Especially as Sixshot seems to have some trouble with his Blaster, Elita One blinks, but smiles, seeing this as the perfect opportunity to counter-strike with her own laser pistol! Although, as soon as she takes it and pulls the trigger a couple of times... The gun fails to create any laser beam, "Hum..." Getting it back where she took it, she figured this would be a battle just like out she loved them.. Oh yeah, the kind of close-combat she loved... Not because it was in a -LOT- of foam but... Because it was melee only, and Elita One could do that... Streetfight... Except that there was just one level of difficulty here...

        The ground... It was almost as if they were walking on ice, and as she prepared to just move off to avoid Sixshot's charge... She found out that it was much more difficult to move and to keep her balance then she thought. She blinks as she tries to maintain her balance and not to skid but... Alas, as Sixshot passes by, he litterally just shoves her down on the ground with a loud, yet hushed thud due to the foam...

        And there she was... Skidding on the foam like it was ice, making a good couple of transformer feet in distance of her back, almost rolling about. "... Arg, wanna fight that way..." Elita One says, trying to rise back to her feet... Though considering the foam, it was pretty difficult.

 

DepthCharge, who was completely aware of Bumblebee coming up behind them, had the wisdom to float up

into the air just as the Bee was about to fire. So now, he gets to witness the Decepticons covered in embarrassment. Yes! Covered in embarrassment. Aloft, high above them (in more ways than one) the Aquabot says, "Well, isn't this interesting? I'm so glad that.." and trails off as Bumblebee starts to bronco buck around. "No Autobot Bumblebee. Turn the.." Too late. Even though he is floating, a shot of foam sends him cart wheeling onto the ground, sliding along the tractionless liquid. He gahs and reaches out for something, anything, to stop his sliding.

 

DepthCharge succeeds in grasping Mixmaster, throwing him off-balance.

 

Mixmaster slides about some more.. "You incompetant dope!" he calls out as his brother appears to have gotten a SLED alt-mode, carrying Mixy down the corridor.. "The LEAST you could have done is knocked down Bumble.. AAH!" He catches a face-full of flame foam, from the Bee himself. And then, Depthcharge grabs hold of his leg, yanking him off Scrapper. "Let go, you foolish Aqua-twit!" he calls out, thrashing a foot in the direction of DC.

 

DepthCharge evades your Cement Shoes attack

 

The Sixchanger grumbles at his predicament, "I swear I shall not suffer this. I shall Crush you where you stand!" Or skid. Which is what Sixshot does after transforming into his Ramming Tank alternate mode. Course even with the weight his wheels can't get trackion so he just stirs up foam sorta drifting and spinning. Frustrated he transforms into his Wolfmode and takes to the sky. flipping vertically he trying to stalk Elita upon the cieling. the Struggles the wolf has with foam still coating his large paws causes him to slip around and slow his attack. He growls with each misstep.

 

With the trademark transformation soundbite, this sixchanger transforms into his Cyber-Wolf mode.

"Mixmaster, you idiot!" Scrapper shouts at his lime green brother, blaming all of this square on his shoulders. "You got in my way of my charge!" Scrapper flails around and can feel that something else has nudged Mixmaster who has nudged him. "Get your foot out of my face!" he shouts at whoever's offending limb it belongs to. Scrapper squirms and manages to rise up, only to get a face full of FIRE RETARDANT FOAM from Bumblebee's bucking hose bronco. Scrapper claws at his optical visor. "Gaaah!" he shouts, slipping back on his tushie and sliding towards what he assumes is DepthCharge. "Ow! Stupid aquabot!" he shouts, rising to his feet while blinded. "This one's for Fulcrum!" he shouts, grasping and trying to throttle the 'Autobot'.

 

Scrapper succeeds in grasping Mixmaster, throwing him off-balance.

 

Bumblebee fliiiiies! "AAAAARGH! Mommy!" Bee /hates/ hights. Friggin hights. ANOTHER reason Earth rocks-there are FAR fewer high places! Accadently blasting...everyone, Bee grunts and /tries/ to aim a blast at Sixshot, the only major threat left...on either side. So, Foam! In the FACE! "Ya...AAAAAH!" And, he manages a quick squird before flying off again, the hose slamming him into the ground a few times, to teach him a lesson.

 

Bumblebee succeeds in grasping Cyber-Wolf<Sixshot>, throwing him off-balance.

Bumblebee strikes Bumblebee with ram.

 

"... Good job, Bumblebee!" Elita One calls out to the minibot. Unfortunately, she was herself in a similar situation then the Decepticons. Covered in foam, and struggling to even be able to stand up. "..." Although after seeing the Minibot flying all up, she wasn't too sure what she could do to help... Hardly anything, unfortunately. Slowly but surely though, ELita One finally manages to rise back to her feet... Using the wall as a support to get back. This time though, it was all good! She was fitting in the background... All white~or~so instead of pink. How nice, a snowwoman.

 

DepthCharge holds on to Mixmaster, for dear life as everyone is covered on white foam. And he sees a big foot coming towards him. Eek! He tries to get up out of the way, but only slips down again. But luckily the slip allows him to narrowly avoid Mixmaster's foot. DepthCharge is then fortunately saved further kicks as Scrapper seems to get Mixmaster confused with DC. And so, DepthCharge just lays there, quietly, still as can be as Scrapper throttles Mixmaster. He then gets a very naughty idea and says, hoping he is close enough so that it sounds like it is coming from Mixmaster, "That's the best you got? Ha. Autobot Wheelie throttles better than that. Come on. Show me some real power." Bad DC.

 

This time Sixshot is prepared. He digs hs claws into the cieling structure of the hallway. The red optics flare as his growl deepens. He is just about to ripp elita to shredds when low and behold a stream of foam clips his legs washing them out from above his. then the full pressure of the hose strikes him knocking him from the skies and sending him down. The Wolf though is quick to attempt to rise. With claws dug in and giving a quick shake the now Cyber-Poodle, glares at Bee.

 

Mixmaster is just trying to get up! That's all he wants to do! It's bad enough, when he's not trying to kick DC, his own brother is choking him! Gak! At this point the words 'You idiot! You're choking your own brother!' spring to mind.. but his audio modules are being squeeezed to non-functionality by Scrapper. He decides to make his point with the back of his hand.. snap out of it Scrapper! Sadly.. DepthCharge taunts Scrapper just as his strike swings..

 

You strike Scrapper with Constructicon Smackdown.

 

Scrapper grits his teeth at 'DepthCharge'. "Why you little smarmy..." he hisses, "I'll show you how a REAL mech throttles!" he shouts, tightening his grip on his fellow Constructicon and strannnngling. His head snaps back as 'DepthCharge' gives him a slap, and Scrapper lets go of his victim with a grunt. "You call that a smack?" he sneers at DepthCharge. "That's almost as pathetic as /Mixmaster's/ girly slaps." Scrapper recoils his fist, still blinded from the FIRE RETARDANT FOAM. "This one is for every Decepticon who wants you dead!" He shouts, throwing a punch towards the eeeeevil Autobot oceanographer.

 

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

Scrapper strikes you with Left Hook for 6 points of damage.

 

        Finally, she was back to her feet... And the femme commander's optics just go around for a moment, noticing the Decepticons getting on each other and fighting in between them. At least, it looked like the two Constructicon. "... Well, well." Now that was... Rather funny to see Decepticon fight in foam like that. Slowly turning around and raising her optic up over at Sixshot, Elita One snorts and says to him, "... You've lost, you're wasting your energy here. Retreat at once and leave this area without causing further damage and no harm shall be done to you... By this time, more Autobots might have come within the area." She says to Sixshot, since... Well, he was the only one who could still see straight.. And since it was hard enough already to fight in here..

 

DepthCharge just stares at the constructicons. The type of emotions running through him are a bit hard to pin down. There is a little surprise that that worked but also a little fear that that worked too. These guys are.. scary. He says as Scrapper hit Mixmaster, "Owie. That like, scratched my paint. Boy, I knew you Constructicons were softies but.." The Aquabot so thinks that perhaps he is tempting fate just a /little/ too much here. What happens when he is near them when they realise they have been fighting each other. Then it is two angry Constructicons against an Aquabot. So, ever so slowly so as not to make a sound, DepthCharge starts to squish and slide away on his stomach from the crazy ones.

 

Bumblebee flails! "You.." SLAM! "Know..." SMASH! "You..." SQUISH "Guys kinda..." SMACK! "Lost..." tinkle! The hose seems to have finally given out, and the Might Bee rises, dripping and grasping onto the hose for dear life. "We should just go before we loose /all/ our dignity...not that I have any." Murmuring that last part, Bee tries to whipe the foam off, untill he begins to riiiiiiiiiise oh so subitly...untill, THWACK! "Not agaaaaaaaaain!"

 

Okay, it's obvoius that Scrapper isn't about to have some sense slapped into him.. so Mixmaster decides to make his point with chemicals, since he is still unable to speak, and doesn't want Scrapper to punch him again. A small nozzle extrudes from his headpiece. Now Mixy has dealt with his share of FLAME RETARDANT CHEMICALS in his time.. so the formula SHOULD be easily concocted from his chemical reserves. Okay, he thinks to himself, this should either dissolve the chemicals, or create intense pain. In actual fact, it does both! A two-in-one creation! The nozzle fires...

 

Mixmaster succeeds in grasping Scrapper, throwing him off-balance.

 

Things are horrendous. The Decepticons are winning the battle but only because they are kicking thier own butts. It is a sad day. A day that Sixshot wishes to be over. the Sixchanger transforms into his Artillary Platform Mode. Not because he can fire his weapons, but because the Tank Treads can probably allow him to escape this mess. He emits to Elita One, "Maybe today is your day you rusted out antiquity." He is calling Elita old, "Yet you know what luck found you all this day for I doubt any of you would have withstood my assault. SCRAPPER... MIXMASTER... Wha... WHY ARE YOU attacking each other!" He shouts, "Fools lets go before you embarass yourselves further." Sixshot would shakes his head if he had one. He tries to retreat... slowly.

 

With the trademark transformation soundbite, this sixchanger transforms into his Carrier Mode.

 

Sixshot begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Elita One.

 

Scrapper is going to kill that DepthCharge! How in the world did he ever manage to become so tough?! The Constructicon can barely hear the words of Sixshot thanks to the foam in his audio circuitry, but he gets the basic idea. "What? Mixmaster?" he calls out. "Why in the world are you standing where DepthCharge is supposed to be?" He asks. Before he can get a reply, however, he's sprayed with some form of freaky chemical thing that clears up his eyes. "Ahhh, I can see again! I'm no longer blind." He smiles as his eye-sight returns. Scrapper pauses. "Ahhhh! It burns!" he shrieks, clutching his eyes. "I'm blind! I can't see!" he screeches, falling to his knees. Scrapper, just as desperate to escape than Sixshot was, activates his anti-gravs and flies straight up, smashing his head against the ceiling and breaking through to the above floor. "Ow!" he shouts, still flying up. "Ow!" he shouts as he goes through the next. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" Finally,

Scrapper breaks free, having gone through all ten floors of the facility. With a very injured head, Scrapper makes his escape!

 

Scrapper begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from DepthCharge, Elita One, Artillery Carrier<Sixshot>, Mixmaster.

 

DepthCharge continues to worm his way through the foam, away from the Constructicons. And, by the looks of things the Decepticons are retreating. As Sixshot is already clearing on out and Scrapper.. has just burst on through the ceiling .. All 10 of them .. DepthCharge makes a slight mental note to keep himself well clear of that 'insane' individual and begins to work on crawling towards the hallway, where there is no foam. Where he will be safe from the madness.

 

DepthCharge is also glad that once he gets out of here he can just say to the terrans 'here you go, we got rid of the Decepticons' and let them worry about cleaning up the foam.

 

Bumblebee is very busy being smashed into the ground. "I think...ARRGH!" He's now /in/ the ground, and the hose wildly squirting above. "...I got it. My af-oh! Sorry Elita!" Mama Bee didn't raise no uncouth mechs, no sir. Rolling over in time to see Sixshot and Scrapper make their Noble Tatical retreats, Bee realises...they won! Because of, well, luck! And foam! And mabye...a little...him! A grin is plastered onto his chubby little face.

 

Ouch... Now poor Scrapper, that had to hurt. Wether Elita One was wincing to Scrapper as he went through the ceiling because it'd hurt... Or because it meant more stuff to fix up will remain unknown. Though she was obviously glad they chased the Decepticons off without too much damage... And not to say they prevented them from stealing what they wanted! Now that was almost a perfect day. If it wasn't about being covered in foam. "Glad it finally stopped..." Elita One says, looking up for a moment, "It must mean the fire is out..." Putting her hands on her waist and heaving a sigh, Elita One smile and says, "Ahah.. A total success... Thanks to you two..." She then eyes Bumblebee as he struggles with the hose and shakes her head a bit... Time to give the little guy some help.

 

Scrapper, for his part, is still flying back home, partially blinded. We can only hope that he makes it sometime within the next few weeks. Scrapper has already agreed with the others that this shall never ever be spoken of again. As far as the Decepticon records are concerned, this didn't happen, never will happen, and couldn't possibly have happened!

 

Mixmaster looks as his brother escapes.. "You COWARD!" he calls out to him, and Sixshot.. this plan of his isn't going as well as planned. He notices Elita dealing with the bee, and then DC slowly backing away.. he almost shoots the aquabot a 'what?' look as he nervously retreats. Mixmaster finally decides enough is enough, and he should find somewhere else to be. He transforms into his Cement Truck form, which gets him all of fifteen metres towards the exit before his tyres skid with his unweildly mass, and he tips onto the side. Thanks to the CrAyZeE foam, and the momentum of his alt-mode, Mixy continues to slide allllll the way outside, on the side of his truck. He finally, gradually comes to a halt, too afraid to do anything but stop. He transforms back again.. looking at the Autobots for one astro-second menacingly, before realizing that he's the ONLY Con there! He thinks better of it, he wasn't the Constructicon without the recent courage upgrade, after all. "I am SO going to kill you Scrapper.." he mutters to himself as he flies off. "I'm gonna fix your optics, and then you can WATCH me kill you! No, I'm gonna..." The lime green menace fades away into the horizon.

 

Mixmaster begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from DepthCharge, Elita One, Scrapper.

 

Bumblebee slowly but surely drags himself out of this. Ugh, he needed a bath. Or something.

 

 

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Message: 2/40                      Posted        Author

Gumby Joecon in NCC                Mon Jan 05    Mixmaster

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A typical Seeker Gumby is standing in the control centre, a maintenance cupboard open, showing a mop and bucket.

"Uh.. I just wondered what gives.." he begins muttering.. "Several sets of foamy footprints were found leading from the coastline, through to the hub, and tup to the entrance of the repair bay." The shot shows several grainy security cameras of several sets of footprints. One set in particular is waving about this way and that, while the other two are pretty much normal. "Now.. I wanna know why I had to go clean up this mess everywhere! And I asked my friend Bobcon before, and he said that he saw a giant cyborg poodle! What is happening to this place?"

The Seeker shuts down the report suddenly, turning away just as it blips off.

OOC NOTE: Before you THINK about asking Scrapper, Sixshot or Mixmaster what happened, they have made a pact never to speak about what happened in Canada EVER AGAIN.

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