Nebulos

            Up close, the differences between Nebulos and Earth are much more obvious. Though both have an abundance of plant-life, on Nebulos everything is... changed. The flowers aren't quite the right shade or shape, the trees are taller and twisted, the beautiful waterfalls just wouldn't seem -right- next to their cousins on Earth. The animal life here range from tame to extremely dangerous.

            Koraja is the capital of Nebulos. Its alien buildings resemble something out of a sci-fi book which (poorly) guesses what the structures of the future will look like. There is a huge wall, about 40 feet tall, that circles around the city. In the centre of Koraja is a courtyard with elaborate fountains surrounding a statue of four arms reaching up and supporting a Nebulos globe. There are police officers, but their weapons are non-lethal. There is no army to speak of.

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Scavenger(#2008 PiVeACNF)

Mixmaster

Spacebridge Terminus <Mobile>

Decepticon Shuttle <Questor>

Decepticon Shuttle <Conquest II>

Decepticon Shuttle <Triumph>

Decepticon Shuttle <Relentless>

 

Scavenger looks at the en-glopped Long Haul. "Hmmm. Looks like whoever did this knew what part of Devastator he transformed into," he observes as he moves towards the precariously stacked boxes. He stops and turns around, "If a laser torch'd help, you can borrow mine. It's right over here..."

 

"Leave him there!" Mixmaster calls out to Scavenger. "He'll break out soon enough. He's also too amusing as he is." He starts removing some external panelling.

 

Scavenger shrugs once and turns back around to head towards where Mixmaster says his toolbox is, seeming unworried about the poorly stacked crates which teeter back and forth in the breeze.

 

Mixmaster cares not for teetering crates! Long Haul should have done the job properly! "Where are my tools, Scavenger! You're supposed to be good at finding metal things, aren't you? Hurry up!"

 

Scavenger grumbles something indistinct about Mixmaster finding his shovel up his tailpipe. He does a cursory evaluation of the Leaning Tower of Boxes and doesn't see what he's been sent to retreive. "Are you sure it's even over here?" he asks.

 

"It's over there!" Mixy spits out. "So help me, if I have to come up there, This ship isn't going to be the only thing that needs maintenance!"

 

Scavenger looks more carefully at the stack of crates. "There it is. It's *under* all of this stuff." He bends down and tugs at the toolbox. Stupid Long Haul... *tug* ...and his stupid boxes... *tugtug* ... geting in the stupid way *tugtugtug*. Scavenger looks up as the crates seem to be weaving now more than ever. "Are you sure this is safe?" he asks Mixmaster worriedly.

 

Mixmaster sighs as Scavenger seems to tug away. That's the second time someone is going to be covered by the pile of boxes, and he's not caring anymore. He rubs his optics and sighs, saying "Sure, go on," flatly.

 

Scavenger yells out "GOT IT!" mere seconds before the boxes get him with a loud toppling and crunching sound. All that can be seen of Scavenger is his hand and Mixmaster's toolbox. "G-got... it..." Yup, he got it alright.

 

*CRASH!* What the... "Mixmaster, Scavenger, what /is/ going on in there?" Hook walks into the area that his brothers are working on. He notices Scavenger, well, buried in a pile of boxes. "What happened, you imbecile? Trip over your feet?"

 

Scavenger's optics try and refocus. Three Hooks? Just the one is bad enough. Imbecile. The word hits Scavenger like it was another box. Oh. Wait. That was another box. *THUNK*

 

Mixmaster is outside the Relentless, while Scavenger is inside, where Mixy told him to be. There is also a gummed up Long Haul near Scavenger. He snickers to himself quietly before Hook ruins a perfectly good moment by opening his mouth. "Hook, stop flapping your vocalizer and make some use of yourself for a change! I'm /trying/ to fix this accursed ship, and none of you guys seem to be able to help!"

 

Hook snorts at Mixmaster. "Well, why didn't you /ask/ me, stupid?" he says angerly, looking very aggrevated. He turns to the buired Scavenger. "Must I /always/ get your aft out of trouble?" Heaving a deep sigh, he transforms and starts hauling boxes off his incompetent brother.

 

Hook collapses down and flips his crane arm over his head, becoming a construction crane.

 

Scavenger moans unhappily, not so much at all of the heavy boxes covering his person as for being the recipient of yet another one of Hook's lectures, which edge out Scrapper's and Mixmaster's in the "pompous" and "annoying" departments. As he slowly pulls himself up, he thanks Primus that at least Long Haul and Bonecrusher don't love the sound of their own voices so much. "Thanks. I guess."

 

"Hn. Be more careful next time." Hook says shortly, transforming back into his robot form. He glances over at the gummed-up Long Haul. "Do I really wish to know? What did he do now?"

Hook flips his crane arm onto his back and rises into his robot form

 

 

Scavenger snorts and shrugs once he gets upright. "Who knows?" he scoffs, perfectly willing to belittle Long Haul if it means Hook will stop belittling -him- for a few moments. "If it weren't for Mixmaster and the fact that the stuff's plainly labelled," he points out the word 'ASS' scrawled along the goop, "I wouldn'ta known it was him."

 

Hook peers at the word traced in the goop. "What the...Who wrote that?" he askes, a bit of humor in his voice. "Are you sure Mixmaster did not do it? I would not be suprised if he did." He walks over to Long Haul. He scrapes off some goo. "Disgusting."

 

"Probably," Scavenger replies, not seeming to particularly care. "He always -did- think he was the funny one." He rummages through Mixmaster's toolbox, which was the cause of his "abject humiliation by boxfall" and pulls out a diagnostic tool. Maliciously he recalibrates the settings just for the fun of it.

 

Hook glaces at Scavenger, glances back at Long Haul, the does a double-take at Scavenger. "What the...SCAVENGER!" Hook yells a bit loudly, conking his brother on the head. "What do you think you're doing?!"

 

Scavenger rubs his head and turns to face Hook, looking more emotionally wounded than physically, "I was just... 'fixing' Mixmaster's tools." It's an honest answer. He sure -fixed- it alright.

 

Hook snorts again. He sure does that a lot. "You are 'fixing' it, hmm?" Hook snatches the tool out of Scavenger's hand. "Sure you are." Hook then fixes the tool correctly. "Really. You are so much more incompetant that Scrapper.

 

Scavenger fumes and snatches the tool right back. "And you're so much louder and more annoying than Scrapper, but I don't bring -that- up, do I?" Still, it was almost a complement. Hook coulda said he was more incompetant than Bonecrusher.

 

Hook groans inwardly. This was going to get really ugly really fast. Hook never had good patience. And he's still sore about that whole Retoris thing. "Okay Scavenger. Give. Back. The. Tool. Come on, give it here." he says menacely. He takes a couple of steps towards his brother. "Or will I be forced to, shall we say, diciple you?"

 

Scavenger re-re-'fixes' the settings on the tool. "Oooooo... I'm soooooooo scaaaaaaaaared," he answers Hook mockingly as he puts the discombobulated thingamajig back into Mixmaster's toolbox. "You should be thanking me. It's not as if you actually -like- Mixmaster or anything..."

 

Long Haul has arrived.

 

Hook's optics flare. "Do not say I did not warn you." He takes one step, two steps, three steps. "I told you not to be an idiot." *SLAP*

You strike Scavenger with Slap.

 

Scavenger's head reels as he's slapped, not having expected Hook to resort to physical violence that quickly. "You did NOT just do that," he answers, and gives Hook a rather hard shove in return.

 

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

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

Scavenger strikes you with shove for 4 points of damage.

 

"Yes I did, Scavenger..." WHUMP! Hook just got...shoved? By Scavenger? Oh man, Scavenger will regret that. "You want a fight? Because you are going to get one!" He pulls his fist back, and aims at Scavenger's midsection.

 

You strike Scavenger with Fist to da GUT!.

 

Scavenger doubles over as Hook whams him in the midsection. "Slaggin' spawn of a slaggin' slagger," he swears at his fellow Constructicon rather uncreatively. In his hunched over form, he attempts to give Hook the mother and father of all shoulder tackles.

 

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

Scavenger strikes you with Bum Rush for 4 points of damage.

 

*WHUMP* *BANG* The first sound was Hook getting slamed by Scavenger. The second sound was Hook falling on his aft. "Hey!" He charges at Scavenger. "Why...you...Oh, forget it!" His foot comes out at Hook aims...below the belt.

You strike Scavenger with Constructicon Kick!.

 

If Scavenger were human, that would have hurt a lot. Since he's a Decepticon... it still hurt like all heck, let's face it. He staggers back a bit and looks up at Hook. He looks hurt, betrayed and awfully apologetic for his overreacting to such a little girlie slap. Fortunately, such sentiment passes quickly and he runs towards Hook, yelling jumping up to give him a chest full of tread. The maneuver isn't a pretty one, but Scav seems to be aiming for substance over style.

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

Scavenger strikes you with Treadfoot o' Doomination for 6 points of damage.

 

Hook falls over as Scavenger stomps him in the torso. "Oof! Get..off...me...!" He mutters angerly, trying to get his brother off him. "I mean it, you little..." SHOVE!

 

You strike Scavenger with Get off me, NOW!.

 

Scavenger lands squarely on his back, which really hurts when you've got a huge honkin' shovel sticking out of it (and stickin' into it thanks to the rough landing. "I... You really get on my nerves, Hook," he says flatly from his vantage point, sprawled on the ground.

 

Hook shakes his head slightly. "I over-reacted. But really, you need to learn to be smarter." He gets up slowly, and walks over to his brother. "Here, let me help." He pulls out his medkit.

 

Hook begins work on Scavenger's minor injuries.

Your repair attempt is successful, and Scavenger's self-repair systems can handle the remaining damage.

 

Scavenger dusts himself off. "I'm plenty smart," he mumbles, his pride sounding more wounded than the rest of him. He jerks his head over at the mound of vaguely Long-Haul-shaped goop. "At least I'm a great deal smarter than the Living Blob over there..."

 

Scavenger begins work on Hook's minor injuries.

 

Bonecrusher wanders over to his brothers, covered in dust and scratches. Why? Well, he may have been destroying things, or.. no, he's probably been destroying things. "Oy!" he calls. "What's bein happenin?"

 

Main systems restored to normal functionality.

 

Hook smiles affectionatly at Scavenger. When Scavenger isn't looking, of course. Hook would never let his brothers know how much he cares for them. He chuckles at what Scavenger says. "I agree."

 

Scavenger looks over towards the Oy-ing. "Routine repairs and maintenance on the shuttles," he lies. No need annouce the fact that he was just in a minor brawl.

 

"Right" Bonecrusher replies, disapointed. He was hoping they'd been a minor brawl, or something. "That's facinatin. Any word as ta when we get ta really go ta town on this place yet? I'm gettin bored."

 

Hook shakes his head. "I do not know." He stands up and walks over to a box, and starts searching through it.

 

Scavenger sighs audibly, "I'm sure the orders will come down soon enough. The powers that be wouldn't leave things go too much longer without giving us something to do, right?"

 

Bonecrusher huhs. "Yeah, well" he replies. "They'd /better/. Least on Earth we had stuff ta do. AND I was half way through smashin Cuprahex." He pauses, surveying the landscape. "Huh" he remarks, summing up his feelings as susinctly as possible. "We should just form Devestator an jump up an down on these Nebulon guys. A lot."