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:

Galvatron

Cutthroat

Cyclonus

Scandal

Scourge

Trypticon <T>

The Powerbase

Sensor4

Obvious exits:

 North <N> leads to Mount R'Lyeh.

 Cliff <C> leads to Rocky Beach.

Fly <Up> 

 

Transorganic dragon emerges from the city that is Trypticon.

Transorganic dragon has arrived.

 

Transorganic dragon stomps down the ramp, each face snarling and looking not so nice at the moment. The terrorcon looks freshly repaired yet even now, the rough nature of the dragon is wearing on the fresh armor scuffing it and otherwise making it older before its time.

 

Shockwave has connected.

 

Scrapper flies into the area awkwardly. The fact that he's flying rather than driving demonstrates that he's in a rush, as the lime green Constructicon has never been a very comfortable flyer. Scrapper touches down on the ground and strides towards Hun-Grrr. He gives a glance at Hun-Grrr and frowns behind his faceplate. "Hun-Grrr!" He points at the pathetic remains of the Lost City. A few buildings still stand tall. "Be a good boy and destroy them for me, will you? Or get your crew to do it, I don't care."

 

Each of Hun-Grrr's heads swivel around towards Scrapper, each glaring at the construction. Head one says, "Yes, we do...we do well now." He looks at his horde and head two shouts out, "Terrorcons...get over here! We have work. Time we merge, show how to destroy!"

 

Cutthroat snaps the Autobot arm he has been gnawing on in half in excitment, "Finally, something that I can contribute to the Empire." He cackles, his beak flapping wildly, "Yes yes, lets do as Lord Galvatron commands!"

 

Rippersnapper transforms into a walking shark type thing.

 

In a quick feeding frenzy, Rippersnapper snatches up the other half of the arm Cutthroat was gnawing and devours it utterly. "I hate Autobots," he comments, swallowing the last few wires.

 

Hun-Grrr shouts, "Terrorcons, MERGE to form Abominus!"

 

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

 

Transorganic dragon has left.

Cutthroat has left.

Landshark has left.

 

Abominus has arrived.

 

Scrapper squints at Hun-Grrr and shakes his head. That boy ain't all there sometimes. If he wasn't so good at bashing heads Scrapper would gladly just donate him to his art projects rather than patch him up every other day. He eyes the bird-wing-monster-thing and snorts. He's the one that gave the order, but he isn't about to quibble. He glances at whatever the Hell Rippersnapper is supposed to be and nods, "Thanks for letting me know." To Grrr (and now Abominus) he mutters, "Yeah... right. You do well now good." He replies. "Just make sure nothing's left standing." He shakes his head. Idiots. All of them.

 

Shockwave watches the Terrorcons combine for an admittedly heavy-duty demolitions detail. Oh well, at least they're getting some exercise. He walks over to stand next to Scrapper, inquiring, "How goes the project?"

 

Scrapper sighs and looks over at Shockwave. "The project goes alright when we have the materials, and Vulcan's doing a fine job bringing in what he can. But to be honest, Shockwave, we need a strike. A major strike. Steal a few blasted buildings or something. The metals I'm having sent in from Cybertron along with the other shipments are not enough to keep the Cyberforming going." Scrapper's been having metal added to each shipment whenever there's room, but has not devoted any energon for the express purpose of transporting it, since, y'know, that'd be a waste.

 

Shockwave cocks his head. "Perhaps we need multiple strikes to draw out the Autobots and EDC... a distraction, in other words." He mulls the idea over, tapping his finger against his hip absently.

 

Scrapper sighs and nods. "Well, you no doubt read about the other raid. Primus, they came at us in force... either we'll need one Hell of a distraction, or we'll need a huge strike force to deal with their defence." He glances up at Abominus. Hmmm.

 

Abominus points in the direction of the lost city and looks to Shockwave, "Abominus smash?"

 

Shockwave nods curtly to Abominus. "Affirmative. Destroy the Terran structures." Good Abominus. If you break this, you can have an energon treat.

 

Scrapper snorts. Not even Devastator's /that/ stupid. "Yes yes, destroy it all, Abominus. See to it that nothing remains."

 

Although it is a simple enough command, Abominus considers it for a few moments, looking to SHockwave then the city and then back to Shockwave and then the city. This continues a few more times before Abominus looks at his gun and fist. Then he looks at Shockwave, then the city. "Abominus smash." he says this time wiht more authority.

 

Shockwave gives Scrapper a LONG look. Then he says, as encouragingly as he can muster, "Yes, Abominus. Smash the Terran buildings." He pauses, thinking, then adds, "They're making fun of you, Abominus. Show them who is stronger."

 

Scrapper looks back at Shockwave, wondering what's got the one-eyed-monster upset at him. He shrugs and watches to see what the sum total of the Terrorcons are able to do to the Terran structures.

 

Abominus beholds Shockwave with a contemplative stare for several long moments, before something finally clicks inside his not so potent brain. "Smaaaaaaash!" the giant announces, stomping towards the closest of the structures. "SMAAAAAAAAASH!" Abominus raises his hands high above his head and brings them crashing down for a hammer blow.

 

Abominus shatters the first building reducing it to rubble in mear seconds. Large dust clouds bellow and blow around the blast, the concussive foce blowing more rock away from the blast. The primitive of primitives whips out his leg towards the building nearby connecting squarely, the foot lodging inside the structure and causing him to roar in defiance. The leg rips free but unblances the brute causing him to fall onto another building reducing that to rock and dust.

 

Scrapper folds his arms and watches as Abominus totals the ruins. Good, good. Always nice to have someone really big around to knock things down so that the Constructicons can build over it. "Good work, Abominus! Keep it up!" he grins and decides a transceiver tower would be _perfect_ right where Abominus just fell.

 

Shockwave watches Abominus flail about and break things. Well, that's what he's paid for. "How did Scandal take the news that we were demolishing these constructs for our own buildings?" he inquires casually.

 

Scrapper looks over at Shockwave and shrugs. "Scandal? I dunno. I saw her rush off in a huff one time while Grrr and his boys were wasting the city before. Why, does she have a problem with this or something?" Scrapper's tone isn't accusing, merely confused. Who would care about these useless ruins?

 

Abominus lays in the wake of his own destruction, pondering (you can hear his hard drive crunching) the most effective way to finish this up. Suddenly his optics flash and he scrables to his feet. He repeats his motto over and over to himself as he walks away from the city, "Abominus smash...Abominus Smash." Finally the massive gestalt turns and focues on the city, now a good couple hundred yards away. With one big stride after another he charges at the city. Abominus leaps into the air spreading his arms wide. He hovers for a bit and then falls straig down, belly flopping on the remaining buildings. They crumble instantly under his mass kicking up a huge plume of dust and debris.

 

Shockwave shakes his head. "She had some foolish notion of conjuring up the superstition of an 'earth demon' to terrorize the Terrans with. Stupid, really. One, the Terrans are not savages any more, and are hardly the type of race to be frightened by phantasms. And secondly," He points at Abominus, "We have plenty of -real- 'demons' to loose on them."

 

Scrapper stares at Shockwave for a few moments. "Uh huh. Demons. Earth demons." He nods very slowly. "I think there's a few screws loose in that femme." He glances back at Abominus. A few screws loose in themas well. Ah well. "Anyway, back to the project at hand. Will you be attending the raid next week?" On Thursday. "To put it bluntly, we're going to need all the firepower we can muster."

 

Abominus rises from the plumes of dust and debris like some gargantuan monster. The city around him lies in ruin, just a little more demolition work and it will be ripe for building over. "Smaaaash. Stomp and SMAAAAAAASH!" the beast roars, treading on what few small structures remain. It really is the fastest and most brutal way to accomplish the task in hand.

 

Shockwave nods briefly. "Tactical analysis will be complete in three standard cycles. Barring any emergencies, I should be able to accompany you on a supply run." He taps his fingers against his leg again. "Have you done geological surveys of the New Zealand area, incidentially? I would think we could extract -some- ore from there."

 

Abominus roars, his task complete. The beast glares over the slowly settling dust and stomps one last thing that might be standing up, but it's not, much to the annoyance to the beast. He gives a primal howlroar and thuds his chest with dull clangs, "Abominus show stupid building! Building smasheded. What me smasheded now!" He glares at the cons, his optics a sickly white and yellow streaks. The beasts fists clench and unclench, ready for a fight with anyone, or anything.

 

Scrapper sighs and nods, "Yeah, a bit. It's not easy with the fleshbags breathing down our throats all the time. I think the New Zealand government is under a bit of pressure to stop helping us." He grins as Abominus smashes the building and shall let Shockwave respond to the brute. "Course, if the New Zealanders /don't/ help us, we'll trash 'em. Hey, you started on the weapon arrays yet?"

 

Shockwave calls out to Abominus, "Well done, Abominus. Revert to your individual parts now. You will have more work very soon, I assure you." He turns his attention back to Scrapper. "Possibly. We will have to exert more pressure on the New Zealanders, to show them that thwarting us is an illogical notion indeed." He pauses at the mention of the weapon arrays. "I have finished a preliminary plan. However, for us to power all the arrays you suggested would take a power core the size of a small moon. We will have to trim it back a bit."

 

Abominus seems to be getting the hang of this whole smashing thing. He scans the general area for anything that looks unsmashed. He optics come upon the Powerstation and he grins, leveling his gigantic blaster at it. "Abominus smash!" he roars! But, as Shockwave's order reaches his optics Abominus hesitates, looking at the Powerbase then back to Shockwave, then to the Powerbase and then back to Shockwave. "Abominus no smash?" he asks, obviously confused by all this wild logic that is being thrown around. There are still unsmashed things, but he deduces that Shockwave means for him to not smash this particular installation. But rather than break apart, Abominus continues to look. Scrapper meets his gaze next and he asks this time before assuming anything, "Abominus smash?" and levels his blaster at Scrapper.

 

Scrapper blinks at Shockwave and considers for a moments whether he can whip up a power core

the size of a moon. That's not a moon... that's a space station! "Fine, fine. I'll cut back a tiny bit." he mutters, not liking this very much. Still, that'll just mean more power that can be diverted to the Main Deflector Shields. Yes... He looks at Abominus and hesitates. "Um... uh... I guess you can go step on the pile of scrap metal we're using. Should make Mixmaster's job a bit easier." he gestures to the pile of metal that's been shipped in from Cybertron, and looted by various Decepticon warriors on raids.

 

Abominus grins a lopsided grin. His eyes dim a bit, trying to gather all that information. Step? Metal? Using? Mixmaster's job? Woh, that's a bit much for him. He growls and says, "Abominus smash mixmaster?" seeming to be confused for just a second.

 

Scrapper raises his hands in protest. "What? No! No! No smash Mixmaster! Smashy Mixmaster bad! No Mixmaster smashie!" He points to the pile of metal. "Metal. Smash metal! Good smash metal! Go now! Metal smashie!"

 

Shockwave shakes his head at Scrapper. "Really, Scrapper, you have to keep it -simple- with him.... anything complicated is liable to confuse him. Getting back to the subject... I'm working on redesigning the arrays for a power grid we can actually build."

 

(New BB message (2/23) posted to 'Decepticon' by Abominus: ABOMINUS SMASH)

 

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Message: 2/23                      Posted        Author

ABOMINUS SMASH                     Sun Feb 09    Abominus

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ABOMINUS SMASH!

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Scrapper stares at what Shockwave just said and shouts, "Oh yes. Like what YOU just said won't confuse him at all!" Note the sarcasm. He looks back at Abominus and idly nods to Shox, keeping his optics glued to the huge Gestalt to see his reaction.

 

Abominus tilts his head at this latest revelation from Scrapper. "Smash metal?" the giant ponders loudly. Even this seems mildly confusing for him. That is until he actualy spies the metal in question. "...Smash!" Abominus declares with much eagerness, stomping toward the metal as fast as his stride can carry him. Reaching the pile, he first picks up several sheets, squeezing them down into tinfoil in the blink of an eye. "Squueeeeze! Smaaaaash!"

 

Scrapper idly considers. "Imagine a button, Shockwave. A big shiny red button that all Decepticon Command personel would have. This button would have the sole purpose of causing Abominus to demerge." See, this is how those 'why the Hell did the bad guy make an off switch to his doomsday device' problems get started; one huge psycho robot.

 

Shockwave comments, "Until it gets stolen, in which case we have a huge security problem." He tries something else. "Abominus! I want to speak to Hun-Grrr!"

 

Scrapper hadn't thought of that. He'd make a perfect evil overlord.

 

 

Scrapper takes a few steps away from Shockwave. Y'know, just in case.

 

Abominus roars crunching the metal like so much playdough. The metal almost seems to mush out of the giants fingers. Still, his range isn't finsihed. The giant cocks his arm back bringing the ball of metal over his head, "Metal smash!" With a huge breaking of wind, the monster hurtles the metal high into the sky flinging it high, high into an arc. From far away a faint splash can be heard as seagulls cackle.

 

Shockwave raises his hand to his face and just shakes his head. Doesn't say anything.

 

Scrapper stares out at sea. He shakes his head and eyes Shockwave. "Good going." he mutters to himself. "Abominus! We need you to blow stuff up as your separate parts! Demerge! That's an order!" He pauses and points at Shockwave. "He's the one that wants you to do it, though."

 

Abominus claps his hands together as he watches the smashed scrap sail into the ocean. He looks to Scrapper for approval and notices the Decepticon pointing to Shockwave. He didn't actually hear what Scrapper said, but figures he means for that to be tossed into the ocean next. Abominus reaches down and attemps to scoop Shcokwave up.

 

Abominus succeeds in grasping Shockwave, throwing him off-balance.

 

Shockwave gets distracted by Scrapper's attempting to 'slough responsibility'. "Scrapper, exactly what--" The rest gets lost as Shockwave is snatched up like a GI-Joe in the hand of a fourteen-year-old. His monoptic would widen if it could, as he attempts to get through to Abominus, "Abominus, hold! Stop!"

 

Scrapper hesitates. "Oh Shazbot." The Constructicon throws his hands into the air and shouts with very rare courage, "ABOMINUS!! DEMERGE NOW OR DEVASTATOR WILL FORCE YOU TO!" Yes, Scrapper's still overconfident given Devy's recent great success since arriving on this planet. "AND PUT SHOCKWAVE DOWN! GENTLY!!" As he says this, he backs up towards Trypticon. Y'know, just in case.

 

Abominus looks first at Shockwave, then to Scrapper. Argh, all these instructions, it's so confusing! "...Down?" he repeats, somewhat bemused. Yes, the word gently was involved, but since when was Abominus gentle with anything? With a slight shrug of his massive shoulders, he simply releases his hold on Shockwave. From a rather alarming height. "Down," Abominus re-affirms, carrying out the task ever so well.

 

Thank Primus for flight units. That's all Shockwave would say if he were so inclined. He only drops a couple meters before they kick in, gently lowering him to the ground. "Abominus," he says with a surprising amount of calm, "Demerge. Now." He shoots Scrapper a look which states, even with Shockwave's lack of facial expressions, that he's going to have a chat with the Constructicon commander.

 

Scrapper shoots a look back at Shockwave. What? HE didn't do anything wrong. Heck, he even got Shockwave out of a sticky situation with his quick thinking and razor sharp wit. He looks up at Abominus to see if he follows this last order.

 

Winged Dragon has arrived.

Abominus separates into the individual Terrorcons.

Transorganic dragon has arrived.

Landshark has arrived.

Abominus has left.

 

Abominus nods, "Abominus, demerge." he says deeply. The head retracts back into the body as the familier transformation sound rings out across the ruined buildings. The arms, legs, and main body fall to the ground, each forming back to their seperate, evil, stupid entities.

 

The funky bird like creature shifts into the very colorful robotic form of Cutthroat.

Cutthroat gathers himself together as that demerge sequence can be brutal. He walks toward Shockwave and holds out his hand, "We smashed the buildings. Energon please." he says seeming quite proud of their work.

 

Rippersnapper transforms to robot mode.

 

Transorganic dragon lands with a thud. His form shifting back to his dragon mode. Each head gives an electronic growl and surveys the damage done. Two says, "Yes, very good work..." Then he transforms slamming into the ground following his horde's example.

 

The beast lifts itself up, his rear legs fold back and his tail retracts. The heads shift to form feet as arms sprout from his sides. A head pops up and Hun-Grrr is born again!

 

Rippersnapper hisses quietly as the horde de-merge, muttering something unpleasant under his breath. "I'd hate to have to do more work," he comments dryly. And he looks like he means it too.

 

Shockwave would roll his eyes, but he can't do that either. So he calmly removes a dataslate from his hip compartment, typing something into it. "You are authorized for 'snacks' from our energon stores. There will be more work soon, though... count on it." What, you didn't think he carried around one of those silly energoodie devices, did you?

 

Cutthroat's optics widen and he looks excitely away from Shockwave to Rippersnapper, "SNACKS!"

 

Scrapper shakes his head and starts heading towards Trypticon. Idiots. All of 'em. Good thing his boys aren't a bunch of psychos.

 

Rippersnapper positively salivates at the thought of snacks, one of the few things he doesn't actually hate. "Snacks...lots of snacks..." If he had a tongue he'd probably lick his lips for good measure. "Well what're we waiting for?!"

 

Hun-Grrr isn't an idiot, he's just slow. He looks at Cutthroat and Rippersnapper growling. "You both do what terrorcons do in past. Eat metal, change to energon. You do...me say."

 

Shockwave absently calls out to Scrapper, "Incidentially, Scrapper... make sure that load of metal we lost gets brought back in. See to it personally... I know you'll get the job done." That'll teach him to be obnoxious.

 

Scrapper squints at Shockwave. Laserbeak returns, Megatron. Scrapper chuckles to himself, evidently finding something funny. "You got it, Shockwave. Heh heh." He snickers and heads into Trypticon. Another job well done!