Cuprahex

The copper-veined mountains of Cuprahex loom high overhead, their green peaks contrasting with the brilliant copper-red of rips caused by recent seismic activity. The ruined city at the base of the mountains once supported a vast mining operation. Cuprahex produced the highest-quality copper to be found on Cybertron, something that was bitterly disputed over the course of the third Cybertronian war. The city changed hands several times until it was finally destroyed by an Autobot strike. No attempt has been made to rebuild it; it would only be a target if mining operations were resumed. A portion of a molten river runs through the mountains, causing treacherous flying conditions with the updraft caused by the rapidly-rising heated air.

To the far west, almost out of sight of ruined Cuprahex, is the new Decepticon capital of Nightsiege.

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Elita One

Decepticon Sensor #6470

Obvious exits:

Fly <Up> leads to Sky Above Cuprahex.

North <N> leads to The Warrens.

South <S> leads to Riverside.

West <W> leads to Gates of Nightsiege.

Scrapper is currently at Cuprahex which, despite the current desc, has been changed greatly in the past several months. Bonecrusher did a fine, fine job on this, and in his typical fashion, the place is virtually dust. The huge towering buildings that were rotting away... the overflowing molten river slagging anything that fell within, the insane atmospheric drafts thanks to the barely functional equipment still churning out heat for some long-forgotten reason... all gone. This place might as well be a plain, and is certainly not recognizable from its previous state. Although desolate, it is no longer the cluttered mess it was before. The molten river is still here, but it has been contained and now flows without destroying anything nearby. In the centre of the area is Scrapper, a set of blueprints, and a whole lot of metal building materials and equipment. He is alone, because surely nobody could sneak past the battle-lines to get to Cuprahex. All of the material around means that, despite the new, cleaner Cuprahex, there is still ways to hide and sneak around.

Poor, poor Scrapper. Far away from his mind was the fact that the Autobots just had won an incredible important victory for their whole faction in this war not even a good couple of miles away. Of course, all the explosions and noises from the previous battle that happened a good couple of astro-hours away must have been obvious to Scrapper... And perhaps the Decepticons had to report their defeat? Maybe Scrapper simply didn't inform himself of it either, and now the Autobots were holding a firm ground in the Warrens, were the Decepticons are no longer.

Now that the battle-line was definately weakened, it had been much easier to sneak within. In fact, it might be one of the reason why this particular femme, despite her rather flammeboyant color scheme, hasn't been spot yet... Or maybe because, like the Warrens, Cuprahex just seemed to be devoided of any Decepticons troops. At least, not enough troops to make you tell they would be expecting an attack here any soon.

Though it definately changed... Elita One had noticed that. Here she was expecting that her guerrilla skills might have helped her remaining unseen in the ruins of Cuprahex, she had one big suprise when she arrived on a vast plaine were construction materials were the only thing adorning the scenery.

It was just like Moonracer said... Though Elita One might just try to find out more... That or perhaps... Just 'clean' up a bit all elistic style. Venturing from one pile of material to the other, all sneaky~sneaky like, her laser pistol in hand, Elita One finally closes in front one of the location she knew someone was... A constructicon, obviously, from what she could see from a distance but she wasn't all too sure...

Hiding behind a pile of metal, crouched back to it, Elita One just lends an audio sensor to the Construction, trying to scan his mouvement and words to see what he's doing and where's going... After all... The whole point in sneaking around is stealth!

Scrapper read the vague reports and messages on what happened at the Warrens (no actual report just yet, so obviously nothing indepth), and he figured it wasn't anything to worry about. Battles go on all the time, and since none of his boys or buildings were involved, he hardly gave it a second microsecond of time. He has faith that the Decepticon battle line has regrouped, and that sneaking past it would be virtually impossible. No /war/ is going to interfere with Scrapper's construction work! Scrapper folds down into his payloader mode and begins moving the huge piles of equipment about, humming an old Decepticon war chant to himself as he gets to work. This outpost shall be built by him and him alone. From the looks of it, it won't be long until he gets around to moving the pile of metal Elita os hiding behind...

Scrapper falls forward, folding his legs up onto his back. His arms slide into his torso to let the wheels grip the ground. From his back, his shovel folds up into the payloader's front.

Elita One arches a brow, her optics widening a bit as she hears the transformation noise and the payloader's loud engine closing in behind her. The femme commander could almost feel some of the materials being taken from the pile of metal, simply by the fact she didn't feel the same 'support' she had then before... If she wasn't careful she might end up moving the material by simply leaning against it...

To move, or not to move. Unfortunately, now that might prove to be a rather hazardeous thing to do. It might ruin her cover! Let's try something else then...

Taking up one of the steel pipe from the pile, Elita One looks about and just throws the steel pipe away, a short distance away, toward another pile of material. Hopefully that might distract Scrapper... If not! She'll opt for plan B.

Distract him? More like confuse the heck out of him. Scrapper lifts up a huge pile of metal into his shovel and turns around to haul it where it needs to go. He stops in his tracks, however, upon hearing the ~clang~ of the metal pipe bouncing against the now clear ground. "Huh? What in the-?" Scrapper snorts, rolling over towards the pipe and coming to a halt. He peers down at it for a moment. "Now what in the name of Primus could have done that?" Scrapper's 'back' is turned towards the pile Elita is hiding behind.

It worked perfectly! Now though, it was the time to actually get off another cover. Hum... Perhaps she could amuse herself with Scrapper that way for some time? The femme commander, once Scrapper goes away, just gets out of her cover, taking long graceful stride away, attempting to make as little noise as she can as she goes away to another spot to hide. Her lips curl into a wide grin as she restraints herself to even give a soft chuckle.

Getting right behind yet another pile of material, Elita One grabs a fairly big sized metal ball... One would wonder what uses it might have, but it was part of the construction materials.

And then, she just throws it some distance off into another pile of material. Somehow, she's curious on how long she can make Scrapper run around.

Payloader <Scrapper> continues to look down at the pipe, and finally shrugs internally, lowering his shovel and scooping it up, adding it to the pile of stuff he already had in there. The Constructicon begins moving to the pile's new destination when once again another clang is heard. Scrapper halts and peers in the direction of the noise, this time starting to get a little bit worried. "This had slaggin' well better not be turbo-rats..." he says, declining to go investigate this time around. The payloader lowers the material in his shovel down on the ground where it needs to go.

Sparing a glance from her little hideout, Elita One smirks a bit as Scrapper seems to get the bait one again. Then her optics venture around to find another hideout but... She found even better than that. She found a metal case filled with a good couple of Cybertronian tools... Laser wielder, cutter, etc it was truly full equipped. Only dangerous thing is that it was not too far away from the blueprints... Oh well, it was worth it.

Going out of her cover once more, Elita One rushes over to the metal case, kneeling down beside it to look around for what she wants... Ah! A Laser cutter. Perfect. Her lips curl into a wide smile. Unfortunately though, as she stands up, she actually smacks her head right over the metallic table that held the blueprints, maybe causing a couple of things that were on it to fall.

"Oh sh..." Elita One doesn't finish her whispered sentence, preferring to leap right off toward the closest pile of metal she can... Of course though, that was far from being sneaky, that's for sure.

Payloader <Scrapper> pauses at his location, facing away from his blueprints, tool box, and a certain scheming femme, thinking about where to start. He's almost giddy with the prospect of building a new outpost here on Cybertron all by himself. The other Constructicons have other duties; this one is going to be all his. The sharp angles of the new facility is going to go perfect with the various antennae that are going to cover the exterior. ~~ CLATTER! ~~ Scrapper's blueprints table tips over, smashing against the ground and sending tools and the blueprints flying. Scrapper whirls into action, immediately expecting turbo-rats or some other larger mechanical animal that still wander about Cybertron. The payloader folds up, and Scrapper's pistol is already in his lime green hand as he points it in the direction of the suspected 'animal', finger on the trigger. "What the!?" he gasps as the sudden realization hits him - an Autobot spy! He's so surprised that he doesn't even get off a shot.

The rear section of the payloader unfolds and stands up, revealing two legs. The sides and the wheels slide out to form arms and hands. The shovel itself folds onto the robot's back as Scrapper's head is revealed.

"Arg... That was lousy..." Elita One mutters to herself from behind the temporary cover that she has. Obviously now, her cover was ruined up and Scrapper might hardly doubt that it might be turbo-rats anymore... Then again, who know. Though Elita One didn't dare to take a peek a see Scrapper's expression. Instead, she prefered to stay put where she was... Now however, she had a new weapon! A... Laser cutter. Like that was going to help him.

She just stares at the laser cutter and her optics venture off at what she's supporting herself against... Hum, steel pipes. Her lips curl into a wide grin, "Heh... We didn't survive on Cybertron by engaging head on..." She mutters to herself as she turns on the laser cutter, lifting it over to cut the metallic straps that were holding them and then she just pushes over at the materials, so that they begin to roll down all the way.

Scrapper actually got a glimpse of Elita One as she dove for cover. "Elita, Elita, Elita..." Scrapper says loudly, taunting his enemy as he slowly marches towards the pile of pipes she's hiding behind. "First Moonracer, and now you? My, does Prime have nothing better to do than make you femmes go out and spy on us?" he sneers, still advancing with his gun at the ready. Just before he reaches it, however, he hears a quiet 'snap' as the huge pipes begin rolling towards him. "Slaggit." he mutters, activating his Decepticon given anti-gravs. Scrapper barely clears the pipes, and now he doesn't have to worry about the cover the Autobot is using. "Surprise, Elita!" he shouts, firing off a quick burst of three blasts down towards her.

"Buried alive.." Elita One says as she rises up a bit, her optics scanning the pipes that have rolled about. Unfortunately she hasn't seen Scrapper take off and she could have sworn that the 'slaggit' came right off before he got taken by the metallic wave of pipes. However though, Scrapper does indeed give her quite the suprise by returning from the heavens just to go his vengence on her.

"Wh..." Though she doesn't have the time to finish her sentence as one blast hits her right in the shoulder, causing her to stagger backward. She takes out one of her laser pistol but, maybe out of luck or dexterity, the other shot got her right on the hand, which caused the laser pistol to fall off and slide on the ground for a little while... While the other shot actually hit nothing but the ground. It all happened in a fraction of second.

"... You get an A for the effort... But that's not really a good suprise." Elita One says as she staggers backward. If she couldn't use her pistol, she'd just use material. "Here, think fast!" She fasts as she grabs one of those wide steel sheet/plating, and in a wide arc of her body, she swings the whole thing off at Scrapper... Gladly there wasn't wind on Cybertron, or herself its trajectory might be pretty random..

Mixmaster arrives from Gates of Nightsiege to the west.

Mixmaster has arrived.

For Mixmaster, Scrapper is at Cuprahex, which is nothing like its current @desc. Right now it is one big clean plain thanks to Bonecrusher's efforts. He is taking this time to do as much work as he can by himself on the soon-to-be sensor outpost, but all that's here thus far are a bunch of piles of equipment and materials, a now turned-over tool bench with blueprints, scattered tools. Definite signs of struggle. Oh, and two warring robots; one of whom has just shot the other from the sky...

Scrapper is quite pleased with the results of said shooting. One out of three is just fine by him, and the look on Elita One's face as she realizes that her rolling pipes scheme failed is well worth the price of admission. Regardless, Scrapper is, if nothing else, a very poor flier, and he makes a very easy target floating up there in the air. Scrapper gets smacked by the flying armour plating and both he and the steel sheet fall to the ground. Scrapper gives an anguished cry as he lands on the ground with the plating burying everything except for Scrapper's head, upper torso, and right hand. "Gaaah!" he wheezes, unable to give much of a retort to Elita's insults. He first does the logical thing, "Scrapper to Imperial Headquarters... I'm under attack by Elita One... send help!" Alas, all he gets in reply is loud static. Perhaps his radio was smooshed. Since Plan A failed, Scrapper tries for Plan B, which is craning his neck around, trying to find his pistol - ah, there it is! Just... barely... out... of... reach. Scrapper's outstretched hand brushes against the gun as he tries to grab the tantalizingly close weapon. As Plan B has failed, Scrapper has a sinking feeling that Plan C, which consists of hoping Elita is in a charitable mood, is not going to work...

Nyargh.

Ahaha! Looks like the flying steel sheet from doom(tm) has proven to be even more ressourceful then it was first meant to be. Elita One's lips curl into a wide grin as she notices that, this time, Scrapper was truly buried under his material. Will she just let him there and leave like a nice little femme? Nope, unfortunately for Scrapper, he had fallen on one of the worse of them. Elita One rushes over to Scrapper, jumping over the plating sheet, putting some extra weight over it to make it even harder for Scrapper to get out of it if he planned on actually shoving the metal sheet off. "Well, well Scrapper... You want to play 'Doctor' with me?" She asks to him, still having that laser cutter in her hand.

"Hum... How about... A body part for everyone you actually took from me...? I wonder... How much would that give me...? How many have you taken from me? Would you risk lying to me, what if I actually counted myself?" She chuckles a bit and says, "Looks like you're stuck now and... It's my turn to have some fun... You'd better not move, I wouldn't want to do anything 'too' damageable... Eh... So... What part shall we go with first...? Hum... What do you propose me, Scapper?" Well, she was just having her fun.

Mixmaster, meanwhile, is working away in the Medical ward when a garbled message showed up about Scrapper arrived. He decides to not fix Onslaught and see what is going on out here. He transforms and makes his way out to the location of Scrapper's Signal, Cuprahex, now.

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.

Plan C has failed. Not that Scrapper had a whole lot of faith in it succeeding or anything. Plan D involves using his considerable strength to push away the plating, and the Constructicon groans with the effort of trying to lift it. It even moves upwards a few inches, but before any real progress can be made, his attempt is foiled by Elita leaping on top of the sheet. "Urk," he says at the added pressure. His optical visor focuses in on the laser cutter in horrow. "Wait." he says, holding his hand upwards now towards Elita in a pleading fashion, "We can make a deal, Elita..." he says desperately, not taking his optics off of the cutter. "You can have the construction materials... just think about it: You'll return home to Autobot Headquarters after succeeding at a one-mech raid deep into Decepticon territory!" Bribery is only the first phase of his attempt to beg for his freedom. "And what about your Autobot sensibilities... y... you wouldn't torture an enemy, would you?" He asks, praying that Elita does not recall the limbs brutally taken from Moonracer when she was a prisoner.

"No... I think you don't understand Scrapper..." Elita One answers Scrapper, shaking her head slightly. She tilts her head forward as if to get closer as she whispers to him, "... The roles are inversed... You go around and offer peace, throwing flowers... And we... We go around torturing, killing and brutalizing people..." Elita One's lips curl into a smirk. "... I don't care for the materials, they'll be of little satisfaction... I'm more inclined in this..." And then, the laser cutter turns on, the wide bare of plasma extending over it... Waiting nothing else than to rip through metal and tearing it into pieces.

"Why wouldn't I torture you? You seem to take a lot of fun into it... I wonder if you'll have as much fun when I'll torture you... Or even if it will be fun for myself... Hum, let's say... Maybe I should start by getting your shovel... Yes, maybe I could make up quite a lovely chair for my office out of it, don't you think?" She then moves the laser cutter, getting it into the steel plating, starting to cut it a bit.

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> rolls out from the night siege gates, spotting the pink one herself. Scrapper's in trouble with his dream date. There is no way that Scrapper could possibly get out of this on his own. Mixmaster's opinion of his competence notwithstanding, he's in a tight fix. Mixy pulls all stops, trundling as fast as a six-wheeled mixing truck can.

Getting a reasonable distance away from Elita, he sets himself straight for her. This is mixy's idea of an element of surprise.. as he draws himself closer and closer to his quarry.. when all of a sudden, he can't help himself.

HONK! HONK!

Mere moments before impact, Mixy toots his own horn (literally this time) giving Elita one a brief chance to flee from impact.

Scrapper's optical visor narrows, but not in anger or determination. Try fear, worry, and shock at what's happening. Today he had planned to build the sensor outpost all by himself with nobody interfering. Now look what's happened. His arm falls from its pleading position, resting on top of the sheet that has him pinned down. Scrapper tries to think of a way out of this, but nothing comes to mind. "Now, come on, Elita," he begs, "Sure, we may have tried the peace trick again... but... but look at all the /good/ that came out of it. Scavenger and I built an orphanage for young fleshlings! H-how can any plan involving that be bad, huh?" He asks, still watching the cutter intently. Scrapper winces as it turns on as if already cut by it. He does not appreciate the irony of having his bodyparts taken by the enemy to be turned into furniture. It's only funny when it happens to someone else. As the plating begins to get cut, Scrapper cries out, "You can't do this - You're the good guys!" He begins to squirm and makes another attempt to grab at his laser pistol, but has no luck. That's when he hears a loud honking. He cranes his neck, but cannot see who is possible saviour is.

Don't mind her... Perhaps if you tried that trick a couple of millions of years ago it would have worked on her, but after all the wars over Cybertron, it wasn't a matter of bad guys and good guys... But who had the gun... And this time, it was Elita One. As they say, in war like in love, every thing's permitted... So even if she was the 'good' one, it didn't prevent her from enjoying the irony of this sweet vengence if any. Just to hear all those excuses to get free was already some mark of pleasure, though now Elita One would be getting into the real best one... Get the shovel!

It wasn't as much as a revenge then also a way to make Scrapper think about just what he was doing... Alas though! Elita One doesn't really have the time to finish her scolding... It looks like her lesson will have to wait for some other time...

At the *honkhonk*, Elita One's gaze turns around, just in time to see Mixmaster heading her way and her reflexes just yell at her to just leap out of the way... And that's exactly what she does. Thankfully for Scrapper, that means he got my fright then harm, but still... Elita One might not be done yet with the two Constructions! Even though now the odds weren't in her favor.

As for Elita One? Well once she leapt out of the way, if you didn,t pay too much attention at her, she will have disappeared. If you did though... You know that she just got to find some refugee under those piles of material that were lying about.

Oh sure, like Mixmaster has /ever/ paid attention to matters other than what was at hand. Elita ducks out of the way, leaving the cement truck to swerve for a minute before >SCREEECH<ing to a halt. Mixy transforms and looks about for where Elita went. Nothing. Hm. He has his gun in his hand, and a nozzle silently clicking into place. He's not messing about today. He scans the horizon for where Elita One might be. "Stupid Femme-bot and her pathetic attempts at hiding!" Mixmaster yells out boldly, before silently shooting his brother a confused look and mouthing the word 'where'?"

Scrapper will think about what he's doing, just as Elita One desieres. However, the only thing that he's going to think about regarding it is what he's going to do with Elita One's face after he rips it from her skull. The Constructicon Leader grunts and pushes the partially cut armour plating, sliding it off of his body. Scrapper's chassis is marred with the scrapes and slashes of the armour plating being smashed against him, but from his movements, it's clear that the damage is superficial. First things first - Scrapper grabs his gun. "I'm going to kill her," he hisses to himself. "I'm going to kill her and mail her body to Omega Supreme." He spares a glance towards his brother and nods in gratitude, but soon refocuses on his Kill Elita One mission. "I think she went over there..." he says, advancing towards her hiding place, uncertain of whether or not she really is there.

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.

If only she had her laser pistol! Alas, Scrapper unwillingly unarmed her some time ago. Now all that she had was this laser cutter... Which could prove to be quite useful, depending of when, that's for sure. Now Elita One was just the mouse caught in some sort of labyrinth, hunted by two cats... Though if only she could twist the situation around!

Catching up the words from the two Constructions, Elita One hums softly to herself, her optics quickly scanning around for anything she can... Obviously, she was going to have to use all of the elements around if she wanted to actually get somewhere.

Then... An idea arises! The molten river! Now that might give her some 'firepower' to deal with both of them.

Elita One just begins to rush through all of the material piles, making enough noise as she rushes through, "What's the matter? Can't even find me? Or are you too afraid I might be able to rip your shovel off, Scrapper? Ahahaha!"

Hook has arrived.

Mixmaster tries not to snicker too much at Elita's request. He's too busy being a badass, and Scrapper's hero. Heh. Scrapper isn't living this one down. "Pink, big mouth, and DEAD!" He loudly blurts as he starts chasing the noise Lita is making, very impulsively.

Hook flies into the area of Cuprahex. He was in the middle of his rest cycle when his brother called for help. "Scrapper? Mixmaster?" Oh, there's Mixmaster chasing...someone. "Mixmaster." Hook says, landing and running next to his brother.

For Hook, everyone is at Cuprhaex, which is nothing like its current @desc. Right now it is one big clean plain thanks to Bonecrusher's efforts. He is taking this time to do as much work as he can by himself on the soon-to-be sensor outpost, but all that's here thus far are a bunch of piles of equipment and materials, a now turned-over tool bench with blueprints, scattered tools. Definite signs of struggle. Mixy and Scrapper are running after Elita towards the molten river.

Scrapper reaches the pile where he thought he saw Elita disappear behind. "Slaggin' wench," he hisses, "COME ON OUT, ELITA!" bellows the usually easy-going Scrapper. He's not very easy anymore, needless to say. Pistol at the ready, the infuriated lime green engineer circles around, only to find that she's already gone. Then he hears her taunting him, and spots the pink wonder running off towards the molten river. "Ah ha." he shouts, charging in after her, "You can run, but you can't hide! Tell me, Elita..." He shouts as he runs after her, firing off a few poorly-aimed shots as he does. "...has Moonracer told you about what I did to her head? Ripped it clean off of her shoulders. Let her know I made a nice energon mug for Galvatron with it, will you? And I never did get to thank you for -BLAM BLAM BLAM!-" Some more mis-aimed shots, "-donating the most parts to my collection than ANY other Autobot!" He grins at Mixy's insults.

"Hum! I can see we're getting really far behind..." Elita One says out loud. She was in hiding but eventually, they'd find her... After all, material piles didn't make up for the best sort of cover. "We'll need to get a few other pieces of your little aft to build up a couple of piece of 'art'." Elita One says absent-mindly as her optics scan her surrounding for anything useful. Unlike Moonracer, Elita One wasn't carrying with her a bunch of sparkle bombs, so it made it harder to improvise for things like that.

"I should feel honored that you seem to have some sort of festish over me and get that many pieces from me..." Elita One just answers Scrapper, closing in to the molten river. The femme Commander's optics scan about, though unfortunately she doesn't seem to find quite what she was looking for.

Hook flies into the area of Cuprahex. He was in the middle of his rest cycle when his brothers called for help. "Scrapper? Mixmaster?" Oh, there's Mixmaster and the other guys chasing...someone. Wait a second...isn't that Elita? Holy shazbot, it is. "Mixmaster." Hook says, landing and running next to his brother. He can't help but snicker metally at the situation. Yes, it's grim, but the joke still comes to mind. "Hey Elita, playing hard to get? I was wondering, why pink? It is a UGLY color. Now, green is a very nice color...HA HA HA." He joins the chase. Elita's lucky huh? She's got six mechs chasing after her. Too bad they don't want her number OR her sign!

Blackmail descends from the Sky Above Cuprahex above.

Blackmail has arrived.

Mixmaster's sign is 'Hazardous Chemicals, do not taunt.' just thought I'd let ya all know. Either way, Mixmaster says to the four that showed up "What kept you so long? I had to save Scrapper's life all by myself!" He decides to make his own way about to Elita, as he transforms and turns around, finding a better viewpoint with which to catch Elita.

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.

Scrapper snorts at Elita, "It's not my fault that Autobot femmes have trouble keeping their armour on." Scrapper is fiercely determined to seek revenge on Elita for what she almost did to him. Crazy b****. Not often that Scrapper thinks in such crude terms like Motormaster does, but the lime green Decepticon has just been put through a horrible ordeal. At the arrival of the last remaining four greenies, Scrapper's sadistic thoughts of torturing his enemies and using their mechanical flesh as parts of buildings rises to the top. He's not thinking clearly at this point. "You're dead, Elita." He cries triumphantly. Afterall, they've already won, right? "Er... right. Thanks for the, uh, saving my life bit, by the way," he mutters to Mixmaster, not wanting to be reminded of it. "Now, lets circle around and close in on her."

"I dare you to even try to paint me green..." Elita One just snerks at the thought... Lime and purple, what an horrible color scheme for a femme! Just not suiting, definately. Elita One just kneels down beside some of the wielding that has been down near the molten rivers... The sort of wielding that prevent any form of leaks to get through. She begins to act with her laser cutter but... She doesn't destroy the wielding, in fact, she just weakens it a good bunch, enough so that it won't take much to actually cause the platings that were added on it to just burst out. Maybe a good enough shock or something of that amplitude.

"If only I could get my hands on some fire retardant foam!" Then her optics scan her surrounding for something else that might be of some use and... They finally rests on some wide steel rod. The kind of rod generally used for support... Full of metal and all. Elita One goes over it, turning off the cutter as she uses both of her hands to grasp the steel rod.

"You know what? I don't think you'll be able to kill me, I've taken care of much more big threat then you guys... But! You know, I'll tell you something, if one of you little guys manage to cover all of my pinkness in green paint, then I'll give you a little special... Ah! Maybe... Hum, something you want? Perhaps I might even reconsider a repaint if that's what you wish! Ah, but it won't happen, I just dare you to even try..."

Blackmail flies over head, looking down at the events below, of course she is way too high to hear what's going on so she comes to her own conclusions. "Why those no good, two timing, green and purple... I 'knew' it!! Blacky I said, those guys have wheels, and they build and repair things... that's Autobot behaviour... I'm gonna tell.." She turns around in the air and starts to make her way back to Decepticon Headquarters.

Hook catches sight of the Fantasic Femme Fatale. Pinky and the Brain, Pinky and the Brain... "Oh, I dare to disagree, Elita. In fact, I dare to say that you will suffer a...Devastating defeat." The Lime Green Death Machine (yeah right) smirks. "Shall we, brothers?" he asks.

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

Scrapper has no clue what Elita One is planning, but he has a good idea of what Hook is planning. The Constructicon engineer pauses long enough to fire off a few more blasts from his pistol, but at this range, it's not likely to hit anything. Scrapper is just tryin' to keep Elita honest here. "How about instead we just blast you to pieces, you wench?!" he roars. The six assemble on Hook's order, and Scrapper continues Hook's statement without even pausing, "Indeed we shall, brothers. Constructicons, transform... phase one!"

Scrapper falls forward, folding his legs up onto his back. His arms slide into his torso to let the wheels grip the ground. From his back, his shovel folds up into the payloader's front.

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> trundles back to the rest, apparently his BRILLIANT PLAN of fanning out isn't going to cut the mustard today. Nevermind. "Hook, wait until you're told!" he spits out. "You're ruining how cool this is! Bah, no respect for the old ways." He waits until his other brothers, Long Haul, Scavenger, and Bonecrusher also transform. "Okay.. like we've always done it, please?" Mixmaster groans. "Constructicons, Transform.. Phase Two!"

With that Mixmaster's cab extends and folds up. Scrapper does a similar thing, resulting in a girly stiletto heel. Long Haul transforms, becoming the upper legs and the lower torso. Scavenger and Bonecrusher attach themselves to the right and left of the assembly respectfully, as purple limbs extend from their ends, and Hook folds in half, becoming the top part of the chest, and connecting to Long Haul, (who is appable, by the way, guys,) Scavenger and Bonecrusher (also appable.) With him he brings a chestplate. Finally, the head of Devastator appears at the top, with a horrendous howl. "HORRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!" The Constructicon's ultimate form bellows. "STUPID PINK AUTOFEMME!! DEVASTATOR /CRUSH/!" If anything, the big lug seems more aggressive than usual. Wonder why?

Scrapper shouts, "Constructicons, MERGE to form Devastator!"

With a shudder of metal, the Constructicons undergo a stunning transformation and combine into the mighty form of Devastator!

Lime Green Crane has left.

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> has left.

Devastator

You are within Devastator. If you are a member of the gestalt team, type 'gdo <action>' to make the gestalt perform an action. Example: 'gdo "hello' results in: Devastator says, "hello"

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Cement Truck <Mixmaster>

Lime Green Crane

<Decepticon> Devastator says, "HNNNNGGAAAAAAAAAAAH!! DEVASTATOR /HATES/ PINK FEMME. PINK FEMME TRY TO HURT US... DEVASTATOR DESTROY!!"

<Decepticon> Motormaster says, "Some of us.. ARE WATCHING OUR F***ING SOAPS. SHUT UP!!"

<Decepticon> Devastator says, "DEVASTATOR /KNOWS/ YOU.. MOH-TOH-MAH-STAH... HRRRRGN... DEVASTATOR DOESN'T /LIKE/ YOU. GRAAAAAAAH!"

<Decepticon> Motormaster says, "Tell me something I don't know. Like who shot Calculon."

<Decepticon> Devastator says, "HRRRN.. CALCULON.. DEVASTATOR... MISSING 'DALLASHEX!' DEVASTATOR /NEVER/ MISSES!!"

Devastator>

Okay... Now that definately wasn't cool. Here she thought she was the only one around this dessertic place with Scrapper! Alas, it seems there's always some bothersome brothers around to come annoy you when it's not the best time... Well, in Scrapper's case it was more to save his aft, but nonethless. "Huh... Now you guys are giving me a little bit more than I can chew." Elita One says to herself out loud as she notices the threating peak of lime green growing at the horizon. Definately, that thing could only be one thing, and the lime giant known as Devastator was never a good thing.

Elita One just arches a brow, this time it won't be about brute force, but a fight of wits... And hopefully, Devastator wasn't the smartest guy about. Giving up her steel rod, Elita One lets it fall down on the ground, which causes a rather loud 'thud' considering the weigth of the thing.

Hopefully, that will have made enough noise to attract the big buddy over. "... Alright.." She spares a glance over to her laser cutter and then over to the molten river, "... Alright, plan A's forming, gotta at least get a plan B and C..." Elita One then extends her hand to reach for one of those big metallic sheet, sliding it off from the pile it was on and she puts it right over her entire body to cover her... Those things were pretty heavy but... If there wasn't further weight on it, she might be alright!

Devastator> Blackmail does a turn about "Hold the phone" Again with the Junkion fetish, what was with her? Turning about she decides to watch the fun.

<Decepticon> Motormaster says, "Now you know how I feel. NOW, SILENCE. Infighting disrupts drama! Raaaaargh!"

<Decepticon> Devastator does his best at whispering on channel. "HRRRRRNGH.. MOH-TOH-MAH-STAH RECORD FOR DEVASTATOR.. DEVASTATOR NOT CRUSH. PROMISE."

<Decepticon> Blackmail says, "Wasn't it Calculon's Sister that shot 'em? No wait, they don't know it's Calc's Sis yet, they're still lovers in that episode right?"

What is that little pink barbie doll doing. Devastator doesn't care. Anyway, he isn't smart enough to figure it out. "FEMME WANNA PLAY WITH DEVASTATOR? DEVASTATOR PLAY!!!" Hear he comes. The Jooly Green One stomps towards little pink. *STOMP* "COME AND PLAY!" *STOMP* He stoops and picks up a random pile of stuff. "CATCH!!!" He throws. Badly.

Devastator> Where is that little pink barbie doll? Devastator doesn't know. Anyway, he isn't smart enough to figure it out. "FEMME WANNA PLAY WITH DEVASTATOR? DEVASTATOR PLAY!!!" Hear he comes. The Jolly Green One stomps towards little pink's general area. *STOMP* "COME AND PLAY!" *STOMP* He stoops and picks up a random pile of stuff. "WHERE IS PINK FEMME HIDING??" He throws. Badly.

<Decepticon> Devastator says, "COME PLAY WITH DEVASTATOR!!! BWAHAHAHAHA!"

<Decepticon> Recoil says, "SHUTUP! I'm trying to idle!"

Devastator> He was close enough... Close enough because, from her hiding spot, Elita One could see the feet of Devastator hitting the ground.. She could even see the pile of material that was just beside of her being lifted up in the air. Whatever happened to it, it didn't come back down. "Huh... Now that's not the kind of situation I like.." Okay, not the tide had turned in a matter of instant and from this angle of view, she couldn't see what Devastator was looking at but staying here was obviously too dangerous.

So finally, Elita One gets on her feet... Though she's still bent forward, both hands stretched to the side to hold up her sheet of metal and then... Slowly but surely it begins to move. Dum, dum... Duh! Well, Elita One figures they'll probably end up noticing that little thing fast enough so instead she opts to do a swift retreat.. Or something like that.

Throwing the sheet of metal right into the molten river, Elita One leaps over it right afterward before it actually begins to get pulled away by the current. "... Urg... That's got to be one of your worse escape plan, Lita..." She mutters to herself, trying to maintain her balance over the sheet of metal.

Devastator> Blackmail groans overhead and stays as high as she can and still see the events "I thought Gestalt intellegence was meant to be the sum of the parts... " She thinks on this a moment, this was Constructions after all "Ahh..." She decides to say no more on that matter and keeps in a nice, neat figure 8 flight path, watching the events like a good little messenger.

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "All bases are to be placed on red alert. Weapons armed, bases shut. The time has come to meet. Come."

<Decepticon> Blackmail says, "Yes Lord Galvatron."

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Oh. And have Trypticon transformed into battle station mode, just in case anyone gets saucy. And have Cuddles activated"

Devastator> Devastator ignores Blackmail. She is just a little flying Seeker asking little stupid questions, and the six Constructicons know well enough that they cannot have a meaningful conversation and smash people at the same time. Well... they can /never/ have a meaningful conversation even /without/ the distraction, but hey. Thus, Devastator simply bellows at Blackmail, perhaps answering her question by accident. Spotting the little pink blotch as she runs from her hiding spot, the lime green behemoth trudges after her. While she sprints, he just takes big, slow strides and makes about the same time as her. Long legs is wonderful, no? Every so often, Mixmaster or Scrapper comes down on some of the construction material piles, crushing it instantly and serving as a warning for what would happen if he succeeds in stepping on her.

No molten river is going to stop Devastator, and he's too stupid to recognize the danger anyhow. Devastator roars at Elita, raises his left foot, and tries to put it down on the floating (dare I say, surfing?) Autofemme - but alas, he misses, and Scrapper is plunged halfway into the lava. Devastator roars, teeters, tooters, and falls backwards, leaving behind the now red hot and partially melt shovel of Devastator (which is, of course, bigger than it is when attached to Scrapper) floating in the river. The rest of Devastator, meanwhile, collapses on his back, stunned and shocked at what happened.

<Decepticon> Devastator growls over the broadband, sounding ticked.

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "This has been on the schedule over a megacycle, Constructicons."

<Decepticon> Devastator yells in pain. "MY FOOT!!!!!"

Devastator>

"Faster... Faster..." Well obviously, that wasn't the greatest of plans and with every steps Devastator was taking, he was making the same distance or so that Elita One was making on her sheet of metal. The only difference was that her sheet of metal was melting by the lava and eventually there wouldn't be much of a boat left for Elita One. Though Elita One must have been really lucky today, because when Devastator comes to step on her in the river, the foot passes just beside her, stomping instead the molten river.

Of course, that disrupted the flow of the river... Causing a rather big wave to shove both Elita One and her 'surf' out from the river itself. Though gladly, the wave brought her -out- of the river and not inside... She fell right outside of the river, though a bit of lava from the wave itself got over her armors at various places, legs, chest, arms, even the helmet, causing her own plating to melt here and there.. "Damn it.." She says as she quickly sweeps away all the dropplets of lava that fell on her...

As she does so, her optics idly fall on a little suprise that the wave seems to have brought ashore. A big shovel... Partially melt but... Ooooh! What a little gift! Elita One's lips curl into a wide grin as she spots the shovel. She stands up, stumbling a bit but she managed to get to the shovel, claiming it right off... It was part of Devastator but where was he? He certainly wasn't too far off and Elita One didn't want to wait to find him! So instead, she tansformed into her car mode, with the shovel right on the top.

Devastator> Collapsing to the ground, Elita One transforms into her pink Cybertronia techcar.

Devastator> Blackmail yells down at Devastator "I knew it!! Blackmail I said, this is going to end in tears..." She hisses and jets off at speed. "Lime green idiots..." She mutters as she heads back to base.

Devastator> The Constructicon Supreme is cringing in agony at the most horrid way one can possibly get a hotfoot. "GRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!" He bellows. "PINK FEMME CAR /TRICKED/ DEVASTATOR.. DEVASTATOR WILL... HRRRRNGHN!!"

It's about this time that Mixmaster, Long Haul and everyone whose name DOESN'T rhyme with 'Crapper' decide that they don't really want to deal with the merged agony and pain of losing their foot, so they mutualy decide to dissolve and leave Scrapper to his fate. No bickering, just a clean break. The bonus is, Dev is on his back, so Mixmaster and Scrapper don't have to catch four of their brothers falling on them.

Devastator disappears, leaving six green construction vehicles behind. Minus one Payloader shovel.

Devastator> Devastator separates into the individual Constructicons.

Lime Green Crane has left.

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> has left.

Cuprahex

To the far west, almost out of sight of ruined Cuprahex, is the new Decepticon capital of Nightsiege.

Contents:

Cement Truck <Mixmaster>

Lime Green Crane

Devastator

Blackmail

Elita One

Decepticon Sensor #6470

Obvious exits:

Fly <Up> leads to Sky Above Cuprahex.

North <N> leads to The Warrens.

South <S> leads to Riverside.

West <W> leads to Gates of Nightsiege.

Hook clutches at his head in remembered pain. Although /he/ wasn't injured while the brothers were merged, he could feel Scrapper's pain went they were joined. "Scrapper...Scrapper, how bad is it?" Hook rushes to his wounded brother's side and looks at him in concern. "Can you stand?" Man, Hook sounds really concered. Yay brotherly love.

Payloader <Scrapper> folds up form his payloader (or should this be 'one manned slow as crap vehicle', now?) form immediately after dissolving from the rest of his brothers, though he's currently sitting on his tushie. "OW!" he shouts, rubbing his back. Thankfully, the pain has dulled somewhat thanks to the demerging. Scrapper peers across the molten river where Elita One made her escape and shakes his metal fist. "Next time, Gadge- I mean, Elita! Next time!" With Hook's help, Scrapper manages to get up. "Yeah, I can stand... it's just my /pride/, afterall..." he says. He doesn't need his shovel to live, but how can he shovel things without it?! The horror!

Errm...except, the shovel ain't on his back. Elita stole it, the witch!

Well, Elita One -could- go brag about the shovel she just ggot in front of the Constructicons but... Getting it came at a price and while they all seemed a bit busy with Scrapper, Elita One would prefer to save her own hide from here rather than risk getting herself dipped in lava or something even worse. While Elita One stayed silent to Scrapper's swear of revenge, the mere sight of the shovel on her back might be enough to insult Scrapper she figured. And with that, Elita One drives away with the shovel.. Though now she'd have to get all her armor fixed 'cause it's molten.

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> transforms shortly too, still nursing something of a hangover. Devastator always makes Mixy feel groggy. "And your shovel." he adds, helpfully. "At least I saved most of you," he says, waving Long Haul over. "Here, let me get a stretcher ready to carry you back home in," he says, waving over Mr Long Haul.

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

Blackmail is now a dot on the horizon

Blackmail moves west to the Gates of Nightsiege.

Blackmail has left.

Scrapper waves Long Haul off. "I'll be fine," Scrapper says heroicly. He hesitates and then says, "By the way... similar to the... /other thing/," he peers at Mixmaster, "We shall never, ever speak of this again." That last bit was to all the Constructicons... now where did that Seeker bugger off to? Regardless, Scrapper folds back down into his payloader minus the shovel mode and starts back towards Nightsiege.

"Other thing?" Mixmaster quizzes his brother. "ooh, hang on. The Squid thing? Or the flame retardant.." Mixmaster vacantly stares for a moment. "Ah. Never speaking of it again. Right." He looks about for Elita.. no sign. "Guess we'd better get back to base. Meeting and all. I'll start work on a new shovel right away." This gives Mixy a chance to NOT be there when Comcast IS there. Yay for crappy excuses.

Hook nods. "Yes. If we do not hurry, we might be facing an angry commander." He transforms, and gets ready to follow Scrapper.

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Group: Decepticon

Title: Cuprahex

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- AUDIO ONLY -

Scrapper's voice can be heard over the sound of the engine of six construction vehicles. "Cuprahex has been completely demolished and the construction equipment is there to begin the project, Lord Galvatron. Unfortunately, there was an incident involving Elita One spying on us. Given that both her and Moonracer have been here, the Autobots no doubt know what we're up to. We Constructicons chased her off as Devastator... and... uh... there was some minor collateral damage done to the construction site and to... erm... me." Long pause. "But I can assure you that, as always, the project will be done on time. Scrapper out."

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