Lost City

The island interior consists of still more dark basalt, but in strange, almost alien structures. Huge, multi-ton hexagonal columns also made of basalt are piled in criss-cross patterns to form rough, 15-meter walls. Inside the outer wall, the ground is flat, serving as the foundation for massive tombs, temples, and palaces, all with strangely-upturned corners that resemble ships more than buildings. Most of these have collapsed, not from the constant rumbling and frequent eruptions from the nearby Mount R'Lyeh, but from sheer age. Atop the tallest standing building is a huge gray monolith, pitted from the erosion of uncounted ages. From the crushed shells underfoot and the powdery remnants of long-decayed seaweed, it can be theorized that this city was once underwater.

Contents:

Shockwave

Trypticon <T>

The Powerbase

Sensor4

Obvious exits:

North <N> leads to Mount R'Lyeh.

Cliff <C> leads to Rocky Beach.

Fly <Up>

Bonecrusher arrives at the top of the cliff.

Bonecrusher has arrived.

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Bonecrusher, report to the Lost City. I need your unique talents. Long Haul, since you're probably not doing anything important, get over here as well."

The lime green bulldozer starts trucking in from the south

Dumptruck <Long Haul> emerges from the city that is Trypticon.

Dumptruck <Long Haul> has arrived.

Scrapper is currently pacing back and forth among the ancient ruins. He doesn't even care about what possible history they might have to them. A few of the towers have already been knocked over, thanks to Hun-Grrr and his horde being bored and wishing for something to destroy. But don't worry, Scrapper told them only to destroy part of it, so there's still plenty for someone else, should they wish for some mindless demolition work. Scrapper runs a lime green hand down one of the cracked walls of one of the columns. Yes... a missile turret would be perfect right here.

The low rumble of Bonecrusher's engines seems to consume whatever silence might plague the area being cyberformed. As the treads leave the dirt and terran soil, colliding with a loud clank against the metallic plating, Bonecrusher bellows a loud, deep chuckle, "Scrapper, my brother! What is it that you have called me here for?"

Scrapper unfolds the large piece of paper - primitive, I know - which serves as the blueprints of the entire Lost City. Or at least what Scrapper has in store for the Lost City. The lime green Constructicon engineer holds them up so the bulldozer can easily see them. "Bonecrusher, good. I have need of your abilities." He spreads his other hand out, gesturing majestically to the ancient ruins that surround them. The city that no doubt holds unimaginable stories, was the centre of millions of lives, and served as the home for an entire people. "It is in our way. I want this entire city reduced. To. Dust."

The Bulldozer's engines rev loudly, and he rages with a dark cackle, "In the way, is it!?" He laughs louder and louder, "Yes! Then stand aside, Scrapper! Watch as the Bonecrusher rends this city to nothingness!!" He laughs again, his engines revving as he rolls forward to the Ancient City that lies ahead.

Scrapper smiles behind his faceplate. Not because he actually cares that his brother is going to be having fun - well, it is kinda nice - but because Scrapper knows that Bonecrusher will do the job perfectly. Transforming into his payloader mode, Scrapper follows behind Bonecrusher, keeping far away enough so not to get nailed by anything collapsing. He isn't going to help with the demolitions, per se, but will clear away some of the debris once it's knocked down.

Scrapper folds into himself, shifting into a lime green payloader. Oh, and he can fly in this mode via a giant purple wing that attaches to his form when needed. Cough. What?

The Bulldozer charges up to the edge of the Ruins, and he idles to a stop. A soft chuckle is emitted as he surveys the land, speaking in an unnaturally dark tone. "Yes.. Today is the day your existance is nulled.. JENGA!" He screams, reving again before charging into a tall tower, the vehicle vanishing into the depths of old stone... a tremble of the building and it crumbles to the ground, right atop the Lime Green Machine.

Payloader <Scrapper> doesn't even ask what the H E double hockey sticks Jenga refers to. Bonecrusher's a strange fellow sometimes, and can be even more so when he's knocking stuff over. He grinds to a halt as Bonercrusher collapses a building on top of himself. "You idiot." he mutters softly to himself so Bonecrusher can't hear. He pauses and waits for a bit, just to make sure Crusher can get out by himself. Otherwise he'll have to go in and rescue the fool.

A distinct whining sound can be heard as Bonecrusher's engines max out against the rubble that has collapsed around him.. But rising above the whining sound, Bonecrusher's trademark cackle. "Mine!" He declares, "This destruction is -MINE-! AahhhHAHAHAHahhaHAhaHA!" He cackles, then plows through the rubble of the building, driving right into the next building that stands.. The force cracking the stone structure all the way through and sending it tilting and plowing into a neighboring building.. And like dominoes, that topple one by one.. Three buildings destroyed in one fell swoop.

Payloader <Scrapper> snickers softly to himself as the city begins to meet its sad fate after all these years. Score one for Decepticon industrailism. "Where this city falls, a NEW one will spring up in its place. One that's far superior to anything these fleshbags have ever created." Scrapper promises to himself. Driving alongside the domino-buildings, Scrapper marks off the location where the Command Centre is meant to go. Scavenger will have to do some considerable digging in these parts to make room for the rising and transforming bunker.

"Boom. Boom! BOOM!" The Bulldozer ravages the land of the pathetic structures, large and small, that plague the land of the Decepticons! There is nothing that stands here that deserves to be left. There is nothing throughout this entire region that deserves anything more than destruction! And Bonecrusher stresses this very outwardly, taking out all forms of aggression and rage on building after building. OR.. he's simply lost in the moment, and screaming "Wheeee!" every minute or two as he moves from rubble pile to rubble pile.

Finally, that trusty lime dump truck arrives, making for the abandoned city now under siege. But why would such a loyal trooper such as Long Haul respond so slowly to a summons? Why, could it be that he was actually engaged with important work? Important work and day dreaming...the terms are synonymous this time around as the supply runner was hauling the last of carrier salvage. He would have be glad to abandon the work at Scrapper's call, but was busily dreaming up his own architectural plans to prove his worth to the other Constructicons. Still, those creative circuits churn as the dump truck approaches...how do you impress Cybertron's most gifted architect? That is when Long Haul realizes the human city, what was to be his only release, is now being demolished. "No," he emits, cursing on his breath, words drowned out by rapid acceleration.

Payloader <Scrapper> slows down in front of the second building that Bonecrusher had demolished. The engineer begins pushing aside the considerable debris from the building in an attempt to clear a space big enough for the eventual command centre. This way, Fulcrum and his team can get started. Of course, this area is /huge/, so it's going to take a fair bit of time. If only he had a place to put all this stuff. Ah, THERE he is. "Long Haul! Get over here already. I need a place to put all of this debris. Then you can help Bonecrusher with the demolitions!" His order barking is suddenly interrupted by a loud 'Wheeee!' from the bulldozer. "If he lets you." he adds.

There he goes that loyal transport, speeding to his master's call...or so it seems. For the sake of appearances, Long Haul speeds in and chirps a formal military reply, "Yes, sir!" Kicking up dust and debris, the lime green dump truck falls into position, eager to carry the load of rubble away. But as is always the case with this Constructicon, behind the façade things are much different. Within the confines of his imagination, he grumbles aloud to Scrapper, "Move it yourself, slag heap." Then, he charges on, levelling buildings with the lethal efficiency of his other brother.

Fulcrum has arrived.

Payloader <Scrapper> positions his shovel into the wreckage and heaves up a huge mound of debris, depositing it into Long Haul's flatbed. Thankfully, Scrapper can't read minds or else he'd be yelling at Haul for that imaginary extra comment. He observes as another building falls pray to Bonecrusher's zest for his work and idly mutters to his nearby brother, "Ten energon sticks to one says he gets himself stuck under a building before his job is over and we have to go and dig the idiot out." He grabs another ton of debris and sets it into Long Haul. Yes, the command centre will be perfect here. Where /is/ Fulcrum, anyway? Hint hint.

Fulcrum if you must know, was doing an aerial survey to familiarise himeself with the layout of the city. Decending he glances around at the Constructicons. More gumbies needed.

Unfortunately, Long Haul cannot dabble in fantasy for long, as the chill he dreads so much, the chill of the debris, touches his flatbed. Cruelly pulled back into reality, he awakens just in time to hear Scrapper's comments. With a snide chuckle, one part amusement, the other...NO WAY am I taking that bet, the dump truck replies, "Find some other sucker." And low...Fulcrum arrives. What timing. There is another glaring reminder of how he is invisible to his brothers. His first inclination is to heave a heavy sigh, release all his frustrations from this past week...but no, Long Haul simply accelerates, carrying the rubble to an area that is insignificant in Scrapper's plans. "Insignificant". Now there is a word Long Haul knows all too well.

<OOC> Bonecrusher will see yaz tonight!

Bonecrusher has disconnected.

Fulcrum trudges over to the fusion smelter unit that Vulcan had been using, continuing the task of putting down layer upon layer of metal. The fierce heat from the machine makes the air shimmer and distort. Ah, mindless menial work. Machinery never argues, or slacks off, or misunderstands orders. Plus, the work is simple. Do A, then B, then C. There are no other factors to consider but the task at hand.

Payloader <Scrapper> watches as yet another building goes down, and Bonecrusher doesn't reappear after a few seconds like normal. We all know what THAT means. "Damnit." he says, both because Haul didn't take him up on the offer and because the destruction of the city is delayed once again. "That idiot." As Fulcrum appears, Scrapper looks up and grunts, "We're almost done clearing the area for the command centre, Fulcrum. You should be able to begin construction very soon." He idly pushes away more debris as he keeps doing payloader related things.

<OOC> Fulcrum says, "I'll be back later."

Fulcrum has disconnected.

Returning from the dump site, Long Haul allows a cruel cackle at Bonecrusher's misfortune, "Scrapper, we really must keep a record of the times he does this to himself." Still, he does not enjoy the moment as much as he does on the inside. To Fulcrum and Scrapper it would seem the supply runner keeps his comments to that. But once again, back into the depths of his imagination, Long Haul is laughing hysterically. Now he hope for therapy...his dreams of destruction...can now become reality! The lime green dump truck charges forward, crashing through buildings. He enters that wall...oh, where is he? I see him now...coming out of that other wall!

Payloader <Scrapper> sighs and grunts in agreement with Long Haul. "Lets leave him in there for a short bit. Let him learn a few things before trying this again." Hey, it may be mean, but at least it's got a chance at being effective. "He got himself into that mess, he can get himself out again!" Scrapper smoothes out the area for the command centre and smiles inwardly, satisfied with his work here. "Keep going, Long Haul. Plenty more debris where this came from! If we're lucky, Mixmaster can recycle this into something /useful/."

"Fine by me," Long Haul says to the proposal of keeping Bonecrusher buried for the time being. All the while, he must fight to keep his joy from showing. Exiting yet another building, the dump truck speeds away as it comes crashing down. No wonder Bonecrusher enjoys this so much. Occasionally, Long Haul does pause to remove rubble and carry it to the dumpsite. But the moment it touches the ground, he is rushing back to get in some more destruction.

Payloader <Scrapper> keeps on doing payloader related things, and once he's done smoothing out the area for Fulcrum's construction to occur, he moves onto the next pile, being the very first building that Bonecrusher had knocked over. Apparently the Constructicon Commander is clearing the path for where the eventual sky-walkway and underground tunnel is going to go. What a good day this is turning out to be. He's yelling at people, AND building things. Perfecto.