Outskirts of San Francisco, California

 

     Northern California still struggles to maintain its natural beauty, even though it is teeming with people and fighting with all the problems of a modern society. For the most part, the hilly green city of San Francisco succeeds in that venture. Still, you get the sense of vast overcrowding pushing at the seams of this place, where no privacy can truly be afforded. Even the outskirts and suburbs overflow with people.

 

Contents:

Tricked out Semi-rig

Mag-Hovercar <Dynamo>

Autobot Hovercraft (Sentinel)

Autobot City Base Defense Perimeter

Autobot City <AC>

Parking Lot

Obvious exits:

Fly <Up> leads to Sky Above San Francisco.

West <W> leads to Uptown San Francisco.

Out <O> leads to California.

 

<Autobot> Rodimus Prime says, "Autobots, I was just contacted by a Mr Worthington in Houston Texas.  He's the owner of Sam Houston Race Park and wishes to invite us to be part of a charity race he's putting together.  The money raised will go towards underprivileged school children, so it's a good cause.  Anyone who wants to participate, come out front of Autobot City."

 

<Autobot> Gears says, "I'll go. These races always seem to result in somebody crashing."

 

<Autobot> Jazz says, "Only if you're not payin' attention, Gears. I'm in."

 

Jazz arrives from the Southwestern States.

Jazz has arrived.

 

<Autobot> Dynamo says, "In as well."

 

Sinking down and folding up, Jazz becomes a Porsche 935 Turbo.

 

Tricked out Semi-rig waits for everyone to arrive. He's rather psyched about this race. It'll be a chance to spin his tires again, just like the good old days. Rodimus Prime's always happy when he can do that. His engine purrs as whisps of white smoke trickle out the top of his twin crome pipes.

 

Mag-Hovercar <Dynamo> hovers on a cushion of ionized particles as he sits next to Rodimus, the navy-blue of his paint job contrasting with Rodimus's own red and orange. "I still don't see what the attraction of tires is," he confesses.

 

Truck <Gears> chugs on up to Prime. He's not a very fast vehicle, to say the least, but whatya gonna do? He's just there to have fun. And hope that people smash into each other. "Y'know, Prime, with our luck we're going to get there and the humans'll decide that they don't need us afterall. This is a long drive just for several silly races. Are we at least going to stay in that Primus-forsaken state for a few nights? -Gotta- be more exciting than the graveyard that is Metroplex." Gears quickly adds, "No offence, 'Plex." Since Metro didn't blast him, presumably none was taken. "I wouldn't trust anything that doesn't at least grip the road," he tells Dynamo.

 

And speaking of people who are happy to show off their racing prowess... There's a white porsche coming around the bend, and towards the group at the entrance to the city. Whoever's there, anyhow. And, as usual, the music can be heard OVER the rumble of the engine. "...Looked around, places I know.. I fell in love with the people in the front row..." Female voice. Definately not Jazz's own. "Hey Rodimus-- this whatcha got?" Now that's Jazz.

 

Tricked out Semi-rig would smile if he could, but since he can't, he won't. The semi's tires swivel and he says, "A few nights, sure. I don't see why not Gears. Why? Got something in mind? Honestly, I could use some nightlife." He says to Dynamo, "Tires are a bots best friend. At least most of them."

 

Mag-Hovercar <Dynamo> hehs. "Yeah, I want to trust -my- traction to some flimsy petrochemical-derived cushion when I'm screaming along in excess of 200 miles per hour. Sure." His magnetic drives thrum softly.

 

Truck <Gears> groans as Jazz, one of his tormentors, shows up. Well, maybe the scout can get some payback against the hipster this time around. "Hey hey now, my tires are just fine thank you." he grumbles at Dynamo, "And we'll see who laughs the most when your anti-gravs or whatever the slag you have to keep you from hittin' the ground fails and you go smashin' downward. I'm all set, Prime. Lets get this show on the road."

 

Tricked out Semi-rig would shrug, "We'll see about that." He looks to Jazz and says, "Oh, this is about it for the autobots it seems." His voice goes up another volume level and says, "Autobots, roll out to Houston texas! For the children!" Yeah, that might have sounded cheesy but still, it fit. The tricked out semi-truck puffs out a bit of smoke and begins to pull out.

 

And down with the music volume, becuause it's not condusive to conversation. Not that it's a distraction to him, anyhow. It's those around who might have a problem with it. "You should try it sometime. Little riskier, but ya can feel the road a little more that way. He has no idea why he torments Gears so. . . Jazz is innocent! Innocent I say! "I'm all set when you are-- Let's put the pedal to the metal, and get on down there." And he's right behind, ready to go. Really.

 

Truck <Gears> audibly groans at Prime's cheesey dialogue. Still, Gears follows up behind the fearless leader onto the highway, plotting already to sabotage Jazz throughout the race. Even if it means the non-car wins! Or the flaming avenger! Gears isn't exactly racing to win, evidently, as he's not exactly quick.

 

Mag-Hovercar <Dynamo>'s engines hum to life, as he cruises up behind Jazz, letting Rodimus lead the pack train onto the road and the highway. "Adapting my engine for wheels would probably call for one hell of an overhaul, I hate to say..."

 

*** TRAVEL SPAM ***

 

Houston, Texas

 

     One of a handful of spaceports serving the Earth, Houston has quickly become a massive port of industry as everyone pushes into the final frontier. Trans-orbital shuttles, intrasystem transport, and even ftl-drive craft are among the tools of Houston's boom-town status. Like the other large cities of the world, it has begun to grow outward, and threatens to reach out and grab every other city in Texas in its hunger for more room.

 

Contents:

Tricked out Semi-rig

Autobot Sensor #3492

Shuttle Terminal (Houston)

Obvious exits:

Fly <Up> leads to Skies above Central United States.

Out <O> leads to Texas.

 

Mag-Hovercar <Dynamo> arrives from the Texas countryside.

Mag-Hovercar <Dynamo> has arrived.

 

Porsche 935 Turbo arrives from the Texas countryside.

Porsche 935 Turbo has arrived.

 

Houston, Texas

 

     One of a handful of spaceports serving the Earth, Houston has quickly become a massive port of industry as everyone pushes into the final frontier. Trans-orbital shuttles, intrasystem transport, and even ftl-drive craft are among the tools of Houston's boom-town status. Like the other large cities of the world, it has begun to grow outward, and threatens to reach out and grab every other city in Texas in its hunger for more room.

 

Contents:

Race Track 2.0

Porsche 935 Turbo

Mag-Hovercar <Dynamo>

Tricked out Semi-rig

Autobot Sensor #3492

Shuttle Terminal (Houston)

Obvious exits:

Fly <Up> leads to Skies above Central United States.

Out <O> leads to Texas.

 

Gears is now registered for the race. Type 'delme' to remove yourself.

 

At the Sam Houston race track, the seats are packed. This is obvously something that's been in the works for a while now. A banner in the front gates says 'Sam Houston race park proudly presents, the autobots!' in big red letters. The roaring of the crowd, the smell of burning oil and rubber, life can't get much better than that.

 

Truck <Gears>, after taking some time to place some wagers against Jazz winning the race, steps up into the race circuit. In the bleachers he can see scores of little children waving their Gears flags, wearing their Gears T-Shirts, eating their Gear-Dogs with a side of Gear Fries, and cheering whenever Gears glances in their direction. Idly wondering how he could best turn this to his advantage, Gears finally relents and waves to the crowd.

 

The truck flips backwards as legs form from the cargo area. Arms unfold from the sides of the truck as Gears stands up, ready for anything!

 

Mag-Hovercar <Dynamo>'s futuristic, Cybertronian-bred lines stand out next to Gears and Jazz, as shimmering arcs of electrical energy race beneath him. "Finally got a fan club, Gears?" he quips to the crabby Minibot.

 

Faris al Aziz descends from the skies above.

Faris al Aziz has arrived.

 

Tricked out Semi-rig pulls up past the gate and takes his own position near the starting point. He pulls right up to Gear's spot and chuckles, "I wonder if you get a cut of what they're selling, Gears? I thought we were paying you enough."

With a graceful glide through the sky, Commander al-Aziz gently roars through the blue sky, a bit of starlight glimmering off his green armor as he trails faint smoke behind him. Wings are extended at his sides, and as his sensors detect signs of multiple high-energon machines - Cybertronians, no doubt - he banks to the right and begins to dive downwards, easing up as he nears the sight of the race.

 

Mmm. Life at a racetrack. No, it really can't get much better than that. If you're a car. Which Jazz is. The only thing better would be driving really really fast. Which is coming up soon. And since he's faster than Gears, there might be a chance that the trechery being plotted and planned can be sped away from. We can only hope. And Jazz is delighted to transform and wave at anyone in the crowd who waves at him. Even the Gears fans. "Hey... look. You got a fanclub, dude." he grins at Gears. "That's great." He chuckles to himself, transforming back into car mode, and shuffling through his music to see what would be best to go along with racing. Yeah. Theme music. Cope.

 

Gears grits his teeth as he's caught waving to his fans. "Unnnngh... it's not my fault. I did my best to stop them!" he complains. Really, it's Elita's fault for making him stay with the children during the last Decepticon attack. That, and we can place a whole lot of blame on "Jazz, this is just going to cause me lots of problems down the road. I can see it now... the Decepticons are attacking, I'm valiantly trashing them one after another, and then a child tries to get too close to his idol and gets fragged. All because of you and that PR stunt!" The minibot points an accusing finger at Jazz, "I hope you're happy with what you've done!"

 

<Cybertron> Scrapper transmits via Extended Radio, "Omega Supreme, you gutless waste of rusted metal. How're things there in your pathetic desolate set of buildings you call a city?"

 

Tricked out Semi-rig laughs at that. "Gears, if good PR was bad, you'd be a decepticon. Really, you're likeable. Like that green furry creature they show on the TV every christmas." He looks up at the announcer as he speaks then says, in quite tone, "Let's show off a bit of sparkle..." then says louder so all the crowd can hear, "Autobots...transform!" Then he lifts up doing just so.

The tricked out semi-rig seems to leap in the air. The trailer behind it falls away into nothing while the front of the rig folds and forms a torso and arms. The underside of the whole thing forms into a pair of treetrunk like legs. Finally, a head rises up into place. Where a tricked out rig once was, Rodimus Prime stands.

 

Porsche 935 Turbo would shake his head, but he's a car, and has no head in this mode. Instead he just chuckles. "I don't think they'd let the kids near if somethin' was going on." He points out. Kids have parental units to keep them from doing stupid crap. Oh hey. He's supposed to transform now. Which he does. With style. Gotta have style.

 

The Porche explodes into action, becoming Jazz, Autobot hero.

 

Mag-Hovercar <Dynamo> coughs. "That's Oscar the Grouch, boss." With that, and a flare of blue-white energy, he leaps upward, transforming as well, to land next to Rodimus in turn, not quite as tall but just as feisty.

 

Dynamo rapidly leaps up into his robot mode.

 

The distant roar of al-Aziz's single engine jetpack grows closer as he approaches the sight of the race, the thrust provided by his boot-jets cutting out and allowing his legs to slowly swing forward as his wings catch wind and flare him up. He fires his calf-mounted thrusters as his legs come up under him, using them to slowly kill his momentum as a short burst of his foot-boosters stabilize him in a gentle, hovering descent. His wings slide together and telescope into his back, redistributing his weight and aerodynamics.

 

Gears arghs as Rodimus compares him with the Grinch. The scout grumbles to himself. "There couldn't be anything worse than sitting around Metroplex, I said." He winces as now Dynamo compares him with Oscar. Funny, I had quite a bit to say about Oscar the Grouch in my application. Not many of them nice. "But nooo," Gears continues onward, "I was wrong. It /could/ be worse. I could be -here-. Which, -gasp-, I am!" The minibot's scoutingg instincts take over as he spots something approaching far away from the sky. Switching to his infrared, he determines that it's a human. Big, though. "A Benefactor, maybe?" he asks himself out loud.

 

<Cybertron> Scrapper says, "Awww, giving me the silent treatment again, eh? What a surprise. But then, I suppose I can't be surprised. sticking your head in the sand whenever something's giving you trouble seems to be your typical response to -everything-."

 

<Cybertron> Long Haul says, "Yeah! And it's a big...head...with a big cannon...sticking out of it."

 

<Cybertron> Long Haul says, "...You sure this is a good idea, Scrapper?"

 

<Cybertron> Scrapper laughs at the 'joke' despite it's crappiness. "What's the worst that could happen, Long Haul? Omega Supreme actually -doing- something about a situation? Why, remember back several million years ago? Back on Cybertron?"

 

Rodimus Prime shakes his head, "No no, that one with the theme song...you're a mean one...Mr Flinch. Something...something, well, I don't know the rest, but it had a nice tune." He waves to the crowd and does not hear Gears over the crowd's cheering. "We autobots are proud to be parcitipating in these races for charity and the disadvantaged children in this city." He looks back towards the bots and grins, "Give them a smile and a wave, everyone."

 

<Cybertron> Long Haul says, "Err, earliest I can remember was, like, thirty, however many years ago. And Omega Supreme went and beat the hell out of us."

 

Wow. Gears thinking the positive thing for a change. Thinking that it might be a Benefactor, and this close to Mexico. Jazz is pretty sure that... he's having a good time waving and smiling towards the crowds. Like it's hard to get him to grin. "Nah. I don't think he's like the Grinch." He says, even waving to the FanClub.

 

Dynamo unsubtly nudges Gears, who's looking in the wrong direction, and smiles quite cheerfully for the crowd, waving as well. His optics glow, pulsing with electrical energy, as he quips out of the corner of his mouth, "Wave to your fan club, Gears... they love you."

 

<Cybertron> Scrapper says, "Yes, well, that's because you keep falling down and hitting your head. But I'm refering to four million years ago. Megatron was already tempting us to his side, and tweedle-dum there didn't even see it even though it was right in front of his face."

 

Rodimus Prime waves to the crowd as well giving them a broad smile. He then lifts his arms holding them out and says, "Autobots, transform, and start your engines!" He does so getting ready on the starting line.

 

Rodimus Prime falls forward. His arms compress and fold backward as a trailer comes out of subspace to connect with the back of his legs. Where the vanguard of the autobots once was, a tricked out flaming semi-rig appears.

Rodimus Prime joins the race.

 

<Cybertron> Mixmaster says, "Wait wait wait, Scrapper. Is Omega Tweedle Dum or Tweedle Dumber?"

 

Faris frowns at his targeting computers as his HUD centers in red circles of each Autobot, squares twisting in from a wide field and shrinking down to lock in optimum fields of fire on each. "So untrustworthy," he chides as he clicks his tongue, the comment kept inside the helmet of his armor. His hover comes to a slow about fifty feet above the race, his arms at his sides as he hovers. His weapons systems are cool as a sign of trust, here to watch and not fight.

 

Jazz gives one last wave to the crowd, and does a spin and transforms into that dandy Porsche. Revin' and rarin' to go. Jazz was born ready. .. well. Sort of. Born to be wild? Must have borrowed that one from Powerglide, or vice versa.

 

Sinking down and folding up, Jazz becomes a Porsche 935 Turbo.

 

<Cybertron> Long Haul says, "Maybe he's both? Because..um...he's fat! Yeah! Turning into a big fat giant robot with a big fat giant cann...Are you SURE this is a good idea?"

 

Gears grunts at the nudge and grits his mechanical teeth, being forced to smile. Instead of looking friendly, however, he just looks spooky. Or mean. But in an adorable minibot kind of way, of course. Must... find... way... out of here. A reporter waves to Gears from afar, and Gears walks on over towards him. "Yeah?" Gears asks, sounding annoyed. "An interview? But I have to race right n-... I mean. Sure I'll give you an interview. For the Autobot cause, right? To help out with your story." He glances back at Prime and says loudly, "Sure I'll help you, human, because that's what I do!" Quietly he hisses, "Right, lets just get out of here." Gears keeps one optic on Faris, but Benefactors aren't anything to worry about.

 

Dynamo whirls on his heel, transforming as well with a flare of electromagnetic energy. His engines thrum to life, rumbling with restrained power as he cruises up to the start line next to Jazz. "Ready to eat positrons, Jazz?" he asks with a grin in his voice.

 

Dynamo dives down to the ground, transforming into his hovercar mode.

 

Gears removed from the current race.

 

Jazz joins the race.

 

Dynamo joins the race.

 

<Cybertron> Scrapper ignores Long Haul's repeated question. "It doesn't matter which one he is! The point is, is that Omega is now without a doubt, In. Sane. There he sits, up in his city with nobody to talk to. All alone. Pathetic, really. We've gotten past what happened way back when. It's ancient history. But not for good ol' Omega.

 

-------------------------------= In Your Area =-------------------------------

Jazz [A]                 Gears [A]                Rodimus Prime [A]

Faris al Aziz [M]        Dynamo [A]

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

Porsche 935 Turbo chuckles at Dynamo. "Only if yer ready to watch m'tail lights."

Tricked out Semi-rig forgets about Gears, he didn't really want to be in this race anyway. But that's ok. He revs his engine and looks behind him at the other two getting ready. He says, "Ready...set...go!" The tricked out semi-truck pours on the speed, and creeps across the finish line. Wow, well, who says he's got the acceleration? He's an endurance man, it takes a while to get him up, but once he's there, he'll stay strong for a long time.

 

Police Car <Streetwise> arrives from the Texas countryside.

Police Car <Streetwise> has arrived.

 

<OOC> Rodimus Prime will give you a backgroun on what's what, The owner of the Sam Houston Racing Park offered the bots a charity race for underpriviliged children. Rod tossed out a message about it on autobots and this is who showed. The race has just started.

 

Faris bites his lip a moment, before his mouth twists into a smirk. He begins recording the sensor and video feed his suit is displaying on the inside of his visor, deciding that some of this data might be valuable for tactical analysis. To onlookers, however, he remains serenely hovering in place as he spectates.

<Autobot> Streetwise sends out a broad band transmission " Streetwise here I am picking up at least six con signatures leaving NCC and heading toward Houston Texas."

 

Yes, but endurance is only good if you're running a long distance type race. If this is a short race, Rod-man has nary a chance. By the time he gets up to speed, the race will be over, and Jazz will be long gone. 0-60 in .95 seconds. Tuned and well oiled machines tend to have good pickup...

 

Mag-Hovercar <Dynamo>'s mag-engines roar, and he leaps after Jazz like a puma chasing a cheetah as he leaves a trail of shimmering electromagnetic energy in his wake. "Hey, going somewhere, Jazz?" To make matters more interesting, he slams on his own music system and starts blaring the 'Knight Rider' theme to boot.

 

Rodimus Prime is now the referee of the race track.

 

The racers speed around the track....

 

Current track positions:

9) Dynamo (lap 1)

8) Jazz (lap 1) Rodimus Prime (lap 1)

 

Long Haul descends from the skies above.

Long Haul has arrived.

 

Scrapper descends from the skies above.

Scrapper has arrived.

 

Mixmaster descends from the skies above.

Mixmaster has arrived.

 

Tricked out Semi-rig seems to be keeping up with Jazz fairly well, but then gets an audio full of Streetwise. He continues driving however, and looks over at Jazz, "Well, seems you can keep up with the younger bots huh Jazz? You're not going to pass me though!" and he pours on the speed. His stacks belch out fumes as he speeds up a few notches.

 

Contents:

Long Haul

Scrapper

Mixmaster

Police Car <Streetwise>

Faris al Aziz

Porsche 935 Turbo

Mag-Hovercar <Dynamo>

Tricked out Semi-rig

Shuttle Terminal (Houston)

Race Object 2.0

 

Porsche 935 Turbo laughs, "Yeah, yeah... No makin' cracks 'bout my age..." he pauses the music to listen to Streetwise, before hitting the gas again. He's got a reputation to keep up. Can't outrun a semi? Yesh. "And, I'm prolly gonna pass you a couple of times, Rod." If Rodimus isn't worried about the Constructs, why should he be-- oh. Um. Nevermind.

 

Scrapper becomes grim for the flight from Decepticon Island to North America. Yelling at Omega Supreme is always a blast (you just /know/ he's listening, even if he doesn't reply. And Airwolf, the annoying busybody, will no doubt tell him about it if not). But Scrapper knows that combat is nothing to be taken lightly. The marginal Constructicon Commander frowns behind his faceplate, intently worried about the upcoming fray. What if it doesn't work? Then their Mars project will be over before it even begins. It's cruel that artwork can only proceed if combat suceeds. A true disappointment of a war if there ever was one.

 

Commander al-Aziz's eyebrows furrow as an information box appears in the right of his visor, the face of an intelligence officer at Mil Central Command appearing to report on the detection of Cybertronians moving en masse from New Crystal City. He remains hovering serenely, but keeps his radar sensors in view on his HUD as he observes the race.

 

Police Car <Streetwise> remains on full alert scanning the area awaiting the arrival of the cons so he can get a fix on where they are going.

 

Long Haul flies along behind Scrapper, his blocky form looking absolutely out of place in the air. While the Constucticommander is tenative about a possible brawl, Long Haul awaits it with anticipation- just think, the opportunity to bash a deserving Autobot or two, and thus to get some hard-earned glory for the decepticon empire! And himself, of course.

 

Current track positions:

9) Dynamo (lap 1)

8) Jazz (lap 1) Rodimus Prime (lap 1)

 

Mag-Hovercar <Dynamo> is a living testament to superior auto technology. Kind of like Rolls Royce, but with more flash. He edges past the two other Autobots, laughing cheerily as he watches his speedometer needle climb upward like a spider on a line. "Here's to tires, guys!" he yells, and stomps on the gas.

 

The racers speed around the track....

 

Current track positions:

17) Dynamo (lap 1)

16) Jazz (lap 1) Rodimus Prime (lap 1)

 

Mixmaster flies in behind Scrapper, alongside a haze of green in the sky. No, it's not a poisonous cloud, it's something just as obnoxious: All six Constructicons! "Are we there yet?" He mutters for the fifteen hundredth time since leaving New Crystal City. Sheesh, who knew all this massive plot organizing and leadering was going to be so boring! The way he's feeling he'd be happier if Mars was left without all it's improvements he's got in mind. Hang on, what is he saying! For the betterment of the universe, Mars MUST be fitted with every single addition Mixmaster has designed. This is no mere goal, this is interior rennovation on a cosmic level, and Mixmaster is just the mech to ensure it happens!

 

"Are we there yet, Scrapper?"

 

"<COMSat's got Deltas heading for 392.23, 302.3, 60.0 from hour present fix - nearby targets of interest, Houston refineries, airport, NASA, Weschester Unlimited,>" the intelligence officer says as he reappears in the view of Faris' HUD. He sighs and nods, resigned to miss this race's conclusion. He's nearby, and this is nearly impossible to ignore. He abruptly turns and flies away from the race, zooming through the air on a projected intercept with the incoming Decepticon targets, as tracked by Mexican satellites.

 

Tricked out Semi-rig roars along and grumbles about having tires. That's it, he's going to see First Aid about a hover conversion. If it worked for a delorian, it'll work for him. He glances at Jazz and gets closer, and closer, and closer while saying, "Jazz...get over, you're hogging the road." OOoh, he's going to nudge Jazz, just a bit. Not enough to hurt mind you, Prime would never do that, but, he would unbalance Jazz so he'll slow down. Who said every Prime had to play fair?

 

Rodimus Prime crashes forcefully into Jazz!

 

Long Haul floats along- hardly a majestic soar- he trucks along with all the grace of a passing blimp, arms extended out in front of him, as if that would make himself go faster. To war, and glory!...And probably just carrying something big and heavy while everyone else gets to bash stuff. Ah well.

 

"I'm not hoggin' the road... my aft ain't quite as big as yours is, Rodimus." Jazz starts to say, and then sees someone coming into his lane, and... "Ow.. hey, watch the paintjob..." Fishtailing for a minute, he has to start putting on the speed to keep up with RODIMUS now. Man.... At least he's still got the tunes. Techno.

 

Mag-Hovercar <Dynamo> checks his rearview, and guffaws. "Guys, guys, remember, this is supposed to be FUN!" He doesn't try and nudge anyone (especially as he's in the lead), and instead kicks in the overdrive, his engines thrumming audibly as lightning races up and down his frame as he rockets through the turn.

 

The racers speed around the track....

 

Current track positions:

19) Rodimus Prime (lap 1)

16) Jazz (lap 1)

4) Dynamo (lap 2)

 

Tricked out Semi-rig sees Jazz slip behind him and chuckles, "Don't worry Dynamo, this is all in good fun." He sees Dynamo go around the turn and follows around trying to get his speed a few more notches higher. "Common wheels, don't fail me now!" he shouts with a grunt.

 

<Autobot> Streetwise sends out another broadband transmission "I have bad news those six cons signatures are all of one sub group that is lime green and can join to make big trouble, I am requesting all available bots to get to Houston Texas ASAP as they appear to be heading for the spaceport."

 

Police Car <Streetwise> begins tracking the six signatures and makes a frightening realization they are all Constructions, this is bad very bad, he sends out a call for backup and begins heading for the spaceport as it would appear to be their destination.

 

Houston Spaceport. Not quite what it is here in the year 2004. But with the technology of the Cybertronians mixed with a few extra decades of construction, this is the most busy non-military spaceport on this entire planet. Freighters bound for the far reaches of the Galaxy are taking off and landing. Shipments to supply the mining stations in the asteroid field come and go. One might even see an alien or two wandering about, as rare as that may be.

        And so comes six more aliens, though these ones are much easier to identify. Scrapper leads the Constructicons to the spaceport, pistol already out. "Alright. You know the drill!" he shouts in his gruff voice as he hovers about sixty feet up in the air. "You've all been given a list of what we need here. Lets make it snappy!" Panic quickly ensues at the spaceport. The presence of a little fellow intercepting them through the air goes unnoticed by Scrapper.

 

<Autobot> Junkion Radio Broadcast crackles on to the radio, "Rock the Casbah. Bullet train engaging for combat."

 

Mag-Hovercar <Dynamo> is really pouring it on... magnetic overspill in his wake as he glides along the track like a thrown dart in deep space. His radio's off, mostly because the amount of EM energy he's generating would block any transmissions anyways. Seeing Rodimus struggling valiantly to catch up, he laughs. "Not today, fearless leader," he remarks, gunning it.

 

Rock'N'Roll Express arrives from the Texas countryside.

Rock'N'Roll Express has arrived.

 

Commander al-Aziz's passive sensor systems continue to recieve and analyze data as he glides along, his straight wings telescoping out from his sides again to offer him some stability as air flows around them. His head tilts left and right as his shiny green form skims through the sky, roaring along as a thin white trail of smoke follows him. "This better pan out, that was a good race," Faris sulks to himself, his computers parsing data from the ground traffic of the distant desert and Texan urban sprawl below, as he continues on interdict, coming in view of NASA spaceport in the distance as intel reports panicked police reports from the locals. The Cloud Commander laughs to himself, grinning.

 

Long Haul flies down to the ground, landing there with a heavy 'THUD!' "Right, right. Go find something heavy and...stuff." Long Haul glances around, expecting some sort of retaliation- all he gets is the obligatory guard just shooting fruitlessly into his armor.

 

The transporter shrugs, then tromps over towards his target- though he does make a SLIGHT detour to kick over a small guard booth. "Take that, Human Civilization!" he grunts. Long Haul, the mighty conqueror.

 

<Junkion> Broadcast says, "This is Broadcast... Broadcasting live!"

 

<Junkion> Broadcast says, "I am going to help the Audiobots."

 

Mixmaster lands on the ground next to Scrapper. He spends a few moments gleefully zapping the ground around humans, watching them run. After a few moments, he gives a blank look, as he remembers something. "Oh yeah, divine purpose, all that." He cryptically mutters. And with that, he runs towards a storage area , Transforming as he goes. His Cement Truck picks up velocity, and >CRASHES< into the hangar. "Long Haul!" He yells out. "We need you to do what you do best!" Which is: Carrying all the heavy stuff.

 

Meanwhile, Bonecrusher, Hook and Scavenger all find something relevant to do with the shopping list, being sure to keep in the background like the background characters they are for this scene.

 

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.

 

And of course Jazz is going to be in last place, unless... "Hey Rodimus, you hearin' what I'm hearin'?" He says, still trying to catch up. "Mean an' green headin' downtown to the spaceport." It's one way to stop a race, isn't it? And Gears' fan club won't be disappointed-- after all, Gears isn't going to leave. "Do we finish the race, or do we try an' figure out what those clowns are up to?"

 

Tricked out Semi-rig says, "Right...this has been fun..." as he passes by the stands he says, "Sorry folks...but duty calls." He shouts ahead, "Dynamo, we've got cons at the spaceport, we'll finish this race later." He nears the now closed gate to the parking lot and instead of ramming it, he transforms, leaps in mid air to clear the fence, then transforms back to continue on to the spaceport.

 

Mag-Hovercar <Dynamo> complains, "Aw, -man-!" He makes the last turn, and ffollows Rodimus's lead... transforming, vaulting the fence, and changing back before he even hits the ground. Roaring off, he growls, "Oh, I am SO gonna kick their afts for interrupting the race... make their fronts and backs change places!"

 

Current track positions:

19) Rodimus Prime (lap 1)

16) Jazz (lap 1)

4) Dynamo (lap 2)

 

Police Car <Streetwise> knows that he can no longer track the cons it is time to engage them. He floors it and heads off as fast as he can to the spaceport charging the photon cannon. He sends a quick message to Rodimus over the radio and heads into the fracas.

 

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Name                 Last pose  Idle  Last non-area attack

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Streetwise                  7s    7s  ---

Dynamo                      2m    2m  ---

Rodimus Prime               3m    1m  ---

Jazz                        8m   16s  ---

Mixmaster                  10m    4s  ---

Long Haul                  13m    6m  ---

Faris al Aziz              14m    4m  ---

Broadcast                  14m    2s  ---

Scrapper                   16m    0s  ---

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Type 'cpthelp' for help.                                    Code by Pathfinder

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Someone is bound to get railroaded; the Junkion bullet train engine is taking a charge onto the field. Engine are pumping, and pumpking in time. Bells and whistles are going off as the massive transformer comes on by himself. No other Junkions present; nor taking a place with the Autobots. Broadcast is going solo. And soon platinum.

 

With a whirr of servos and a click of ratchets on the props, Commander al-Aziz's rocket launchers emerge from their repose on his back and mount on his shoulders, a thin, white rocket with a red nose spinning into firing position on the exposed loading chute of each launch-tube. "Computer, target differentation, preset allegiences," he says, his HUD's targetting sensors switching to color-identification, with gray representing as-of-yet unclassified threats. His weapons running hot, he dips down and flies head forward over NASA spaceport, the power armor-clad human zooming overhead as he makes an initial appraisal of the situation. With a heavy clang of his metal boots upon hollow metal, he sets down upon the roof of the hangar under siege of Constructicons. "Looks like this may be a good time to advance my personal little agenda," he muses, one of his eyebrows rising inside his helm.

 

Streetwise transmits a message via radio.

Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission.

 

Scrapper smiles as the other five Constructicons busy about with their work. He touches down on the ground, still unaware of Faris spying upon them. Scrapper is a Decepticon, and unless a human is wearing an EDC warmachine, he doesn't worry about them. Afterall, the Benefactors have been practically inactive in the war of late. And there's no way that there would be one of those Militants here. It's a mistake that Decepticons make time and time again, and will no doubt lead to their downfall.

 

<KNUJ> Broadcast says, "This KNUJ! This is Cast to Cast live with the only DJ with power to last and survive a mayday. Things are going great, things are going groo-vay! Reporting live, I have to say. Sorry for the lack of anything creative, but this job does not come with pay. Decepticons and Audiobots are OUT to play. This is definately not a par-tay! Will the Audiobots loose? I say... NAY! Broadcast is here to win and stay!"

 

Long Haul continues to tromp on along his way, settling upon one particular hangar. He plows through the thin metal door and rummages around inside, cartoony sounds of metal on metal clanging together echoing about inside. Finally, Long Haul trundles back out, an absolutely massive engine turbine balanced precariously on his shoulder, its weight enough to even make him bow down a bit under the mass.

 

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> cares not for humans, he cares for Energon, and his divine plan! Mixmaster trundles throught he warehouse until he finds exactly what he wants: Rockets. Mixmaster transforms and starts dragging them out. Mixy's a strong lad, but these are /heavy,/ He grunts and groans as he slooowly drags it out.

 

Meanwhile, Bonecrusher and Scavenger are doing the very unusual task of cross-hatching some lengthy steel girders. There are about a dozen either way. Once they're finished, they start loading some of the varous items they, alongside Hook collected onto it. What the..?

 

<Decepticon> Comcast says, "Ugh. Can someone else in communications monitor this channel?"

 

Tricked out Semi-rig roars along the highway leading up to the spaceport. With the raid underway, the gates have been closed. But that won't stop Rodimus. It's too high to jump, instead, he picks up speed and hammers on through ripping the fence like so much tissue paper. The Prime continues on towards the constructicons, but says nothing, he wants to get the element of surprise. Though blasting through the spaceport gate might have given them some clue what was up, unless they're far enough away not to have heard it.

 

<Autobot> Rodimus Prime says, "Streetwise, Dynamo, Jazz, spread out and flank the constructicons.  They'll try to merge as soon as we're spotted."

 

<Autobot> Dynamo says, "Roger that, commander."

 

<Autobot> Jazz says, "Gotcha."

 

Mag-Hovercar <Dynamo> rockets alone right behind Rodimus, peeling off slightly as Rod bashes through the gates. The high-speed HUD flicks off, replaced by his tactical overlays, datafields scrolling through his vision as the Little Green Men grow in size as the Autobots close in.

 

Police Car <Streetwise> takes his clue from Rodimus and falls into line right behind the big bad flaming Winnebago. He is in the slip stream the Rod is putting off so he doesn't have to push his engine quite so hard. The photon cannon is locked and loaded now he just needs a target.

 

<KNUJ> Broadcast says, "Traffic is looking not so hot as the little green men-mechs are looking like snot. They came here for something that I think they already got.. And that would be a kick to the groin shot! Rodimus Prime is here to lead the Audiobot band. He sailing through this land, hopefully he won't get stuck in the sand!" There is a small pause, "Alright, alright. No more Dr. Seuss. We got Galvatron's boyband on the loose! It looks like Team Audiobots are going in for a great distraction; seperate the K'nexicons from forming the Incredible Bulk. What will the 'Cons do to keep this from happening? Will they merge to form Megablock? This is this first quarter of 'Battlebots!'"

 

Porsche 935 Turbo does that following thing. Y'know vaulting over the fence, and away towards the spaceport. Lucky for him Rodimus is clearing the way, so he doesn't have to ding himself up getting into the place. And no music! He's going to spread out towards the side of the hangars opposite from where Rodimus himself is going. Hey hey. Green means go.

 

His feet primed on what Faris' sensors indicate to be lode-bearing girders in the hangar's superstructure, the Cloud Commander's right hand clenching as his right gauntlet flares to life. A blade of glowing red energy lances out, magnetic containment fields focusing plasma into a long sword. His left arm goes out to the side to balance him as he hunches over, jamming his sword down into an area of roofing without beams or girders below it. The sword melts the thin metal of the hangar and causes the hole to sizzle and metal. He cuts a square with four strokes, before yanking his arm back up. His energy blade sizzles and hums as he holds it beside him, hopping forward and stomping down in the center of the square he's carved. The metal breaks away effortlessly, and his suit falls straight down until it lands on the cement floor of the vaulting hangar with a deafening slam of the roofing panel on the ground. The cement cracked below it, his thrusters hum with readiness as he stays put for a few moments, sensors evaluating the situation inside as he gets ready to go mobile again. "Parasites!" he roars over his voxbox, grinning despite his melodramatic anger. "What gives you the right to plunder from Mankind?!"

 

And it looks like the Rock'N'Roll train is no w arked and reporting. A small sign flags from the engine, "When the train starts to be a rockin', don't come a knockin' locking for your stocking because you'll get a shockin'." Broadcast just babbles onto the Radio frequencies, waiting for time to emerge with his newest single!

 

Long Haul contiunues to tromp on along out for the time being- just in time to exit the hangar that Faris is currently hacking into. "Aww nuts." says Long Haul. This said, he rolls the massive turbine over towards the cross-hatched girders, then glances around. He hrrms. One little human- but after that, there'll likely be a lot more coming along- and Autobots too! It is time for conflict! Time for battle! Time for glory! Time for...

 

DEVASTATOR!

 

"Constructicons! Transform and Merge!"

 

And so the process begins. First Mixmaster and Scrapper, as pillarlike legs! Then Long Haul, as the thighs and greened Buttocks! Hook forms the rest of the torso and the head! And Scrapper and Bonecrusher convert into massive arms for one purpose: Devastation!

 

And so, where six decepticons had been before, now stands only one, absolutely looming over the rocket base.

 

Scrapper was content on watching the others do the work while pitching in to help every so often. "Autobots?" he shouts. "And... what have we here?" Scrapper looks across at the Militant yelling at him. "Well well, if it isn't one of you human germs." he sneers. "The right we have is that we're Decepticons, and what Decepticons want, we take!" Scrapper clenches his fist for emphasis, and prepares to fire on the Militant. But then Long Haul gives the order, and Scrapper is forced to merely give Faris an angry look. The Constructicon grunts in agreement before getting into position and transforming alongside Long Haul and Mixmaster, leaving the other three to complete the job.

 

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!

 

<KNUJ> Broadcast says, "We were cold so we tossed the television onto the fire... And time for a break." There is a pause as corny music plays and a woman's voice says 'Snickerpiss Gum; For flavor that will last. When you need to taste..' The music is stopped and the commercial is instantly ended. "Wow, looks like Audiobots need to get ready! The Legoman is here! The big green sand toy has been merged. Will Broadcast tune in and help the Audiobots try to stop this great big lobster man? Who knows. He needs to be tagged in... Besides, who will the radioshow and play the music if I am fighting? Well, I think we should play a tribute to Rodimus Prime, just incase he gets to meet the DJ in the sky." *Music: Piano Man*

 

Devastator> There is a small sigh and then the sound of transformation as the engine transforms into Broadcast. He wipes his optics, "Oh sing us a song oh piano man..." He looks at where Rodimus is. "I hope he likes my tribute to him. He was a candle in the wind." He yells out, "Rodimus, this music block is for you! An ode to your braveness. You will be missed, my friend."

 

Devastator> Tricked out Semi-rig sees the giant green decepticon known as Devastator and gives an internal shudder, until the matrix gives him a few ideas about taking this big guy down. Being a leader isn't just telling someone what to do, it's showing what needs to be done and to do it. While the other bots are rounding around the gestalt, the tricked out semi-truck barrels straight on. He blows his horn sounding out a deep reverberating tone that could pierce the night. Just to get the big green's attention that is. He shouts out to Broadcast, "I'm not going to get sacked that easily Broadcast!" then closes the last few dozen or so feet running right for the left foot, the mixmaster component.

 

Devastator> Tricked out Semi-rig strikes you with R.K.O. for 17 points of damage.

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 98%

          Remaining Armor: 471

 

Devastator> Police Car <Streetwise> breaks the slipstream as per orders from the perviously mentioned flaming Winnebago, he heads very very wide looking to get around behind the constructions before they ... damn too late, now he maneuverers behind Devestator and launches the photon charge for the small of the back of the giant lime green monstrosity.

 

Devastator> Police Car <Streetwise> strikes you with Photon Blast for 7 points of damage.

 

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 97%

          Remaining Armor: 464

 

Devastator> Mag-Hovercar <Dynamo> guns to the side, spreading out so Devastator can't hit the Autobots easily. Seeing the mess the Constructicons left gives him some inspiration, though, so he rapidly transforms... coming to a stop as he begins amplifying his magnetic fields, torn steel and rubble levitating around him before rocketing away at the titan's faceplate, striking at him with the fruits of the Decepticons' own actions.

 

Devastator> Dynamo strikes you with Metal Ripsaw for 1 points of damage.

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 96%

          Remaining Armor: 463

 

<KNUJ> Broadcast sings along, "Sing us a song, you're the piano man. Sing us a song tonight. Well, we're all in the mood for a melody. And youÕve got us feelin' alright!" He whispers, "Rodimus Prime, beloved leader of the Audiobot Band. He will be missed." A voice sounding like Rodimus Prime yells, "I'm not going to get sacked that easily Broadcast!" Broadcast gasps,  "For once, a rockstar not caring about getting sacked? I thought that was what all the mainstreamers wanted! Rodimus Prime is no Kid Rock, or Freddy Mercury for that matter, folks, he is truely an Al Yankovic!"

 

Devastator> You have set the custom name for attack g_blow in mode 1 to "Mixmaster's Revenge!."

 

Devastator> Well, this just got interesting. Faris laughs to himself in glee as his boosters scar the ground he stands upon, his thrusters propelling him into the air as his targetting computers evaluate the legs of Devastator, as that's all he can see - until he zooms out of the hangar. "Hooo," he says to himself as his body twists while he flies out, getting a full view of the gestalt's size. He turns his attention to searching out where they've cached the stolen materials atop the girders, as he counts on Devastator being busy with shooting targets. He opens his right hand and his blade winks out of existance in a belch of ozone, then his armor hovers towards the cached materials. He doesn't get quite next to them yet, however - wouldn't want to get stomped.

 

Devastator> Devastator is on the scene! The incredible behemoth gives out an unholy bellow to let all know he is here. "DEVASTATOR IS HERE! ALL AUTOBOTS SHALL PERISH!!" He announces as he surveys the fray. Streetwise manages to get that itch on his back he's been trying to get for a while, and Dynamo throws the equivalent of some very thick lint at him. But Rodimus.. Rodimus HURTS him.

 

"RAAAH! WEAK AUTOBOT LEADER BOTHERING DEVASTATOR! DEVASTATOR HURT FLAMING CAR.. TRUCK.. THING!!" Big, Green and Mean raises his Mixmaster leg module up.. lowering it suddenly for a sharp >PUNT<, hopefully sending Rodimus flying.

Devastator> You strike Tricked out Semi-rig with Mixmaster's Revenge!.

 

<KNUJ> Broadcast spams again, "Welcome to the Jungle, it's all fun and games... We got a fight tonight with the Audiobots against K'Nexman! As we all know, Galvatron is the leader for the label that K'Nexman is under. I gotta wonder. How does one pick the name Galvatron? When I hear the name Galvatron, fear is not struck to me! I think of that guy from The Smurfs. You know, the guy that lived in a shack with a cat and tried to eat Smurfs all the time. He had all these great plans on all the episodes for catching them, but could he? No. Kinda like Galvatron. Galvatron is really a hunchbacked wizard who likes eating little blue men! So that is where the Blue Man Group went! They didn't retire. Galvatron ate them! So in honor of Galva-smell trying to eat little blue people, time for another song!" *Depeche Mode's "I Just Can't Get Enough"*

 

Devastator> Jazz has disconnected.

 

Devastator> Dynamo sees he's just not getting anywhere with small-scale stuff. Catching sight of the girders, and the hovering Faris, he calls out, "Pardon me, I need to borrow those." Steel girders start whipping out from the pile towards Dynamo, circling around him at high speed like a wall of metal. His magnetic aura flares, and he gestures... sending the I-beams rocketing into the air, soaring high, guided by him... and falling onto Devastator. Perhaps a 'hard rain' will get the Megacon's attention -- a VERY hard rain. A steel rain.

 

Devastator> Dynamo strikes you with Steel Rain for 9 points of damage.

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 94%

          Remaining Armor: 454

 

<KNUJ> Broadcast announces "Come to Houston, Texas, folks! There is a great show! Rodimus Prime got to learn the lyrics 'to 'Footloose' as the green guy kicked him.  Tickets are for sale! You'll laugh! You'll cry! You'll kiss six bucks goodbye! Dynamo is now getting Devastator to play 'Purple Rain'. I guess I better step in..."

 

Devastator> Police Car <Streetwise> watches the photon charge just ping off the back of the behemoth and transforms back to robot mode. Once on his feet he looks for some sort of cover from which to fire from. He finds the corner of a hanger and positions himself and looses a couple of bursts from the Photon pistol that is always in his hand after transforming.

 

Devastator> Streetwise flips up as his legs, arms, and head appear he lands on his feet with laser in hand as he scans the area for trouble.

Devastator> Streetwise strikes you with Photon Pistol (pain) for 8 points of damage.

 

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 93%

          Remaining Armor: 446

 

Devastator> "You idiot, the point is to save the material they're trying to steal!" Faris roars as he whips to face Dynamo, pointing a dark green finger at him. Not to mention the fact that all those rockets and other heavy things are stacked on the girders Dynamo just started whipping into the air. Grunting and growling to himself in frustration, he abandons strategy and spins around as he backs away in the air, a rocket producing a high-pitched scream as it streaks out of one of the rocket pods above his shoulders and spirals in the direction of Devastator's knee, where it's target-locked.

 

Devastator> Faris al Aziz strikes you with FALC-3 Rocket for 4 points of damage.

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 92%

          Remaining Armor: 442

 

Devastator> "Broadcast has been hired by the Audiobot race! Doo-Dah! Doo-dah! To waste the Boyband's face oh, doo-dah-day! The Junkion is this best out there, or so he thinks! Doo-dah! Doo-dah! But Broadcast is really doing a radio jink! Oh, doo-dah-day! Gonna frag all night! Gonna maim all day! You can bet your butt that bad bastich won't get away!" is song in the tone of Yankee Doodle as the mech races in at full speed with fists aimed straight at the Constructicon. Time for some pain? Yes. Broadcast takes a swing!

 

Devastator> The bullet train twists and snaps around as a loud guitar sound can be heard. The bullet train is transforming into a Junkion rockstar.

 

<Autobot> Subterfuge says, "Subterfuge: ONLINE. Status?"

 

Devastator> Broadcast strikes you with One Hit Wonder for 5 points of damage.

 

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 91%

          Remaining Armor: 437

 

Devastator> Tricked out Semi-rig smashes into the foot, then he sees the foot go up, then down. Rodimus would dodge, but six tires do not allow him much in the way of quick movements and gets punted. Rodimus twists and turns in mid air to move sideways and then crashes hard into the side of a 747, thankfully it wasn't loaded with passengers or fuel. Lucky him. Still, the midsection of the jet snaps like so much tinfoil to Rodimus's flying semi-truck form. The jet's landing gears snap like twigs and the rest of the jet comes crashing down to the ground. Transforming out of scene, to help the animators, all is quiet for a few seconds, then a large groan of metal sounds out, followed by a fist. A red and gray fist! Rodimus pulls himself out of the wreckage and shakes his head, "Wow, he packs a frag of a kick." He looks at the fight the autobots are doing against the giant and pulls himself out of the jet wreckage, a tone of wires hanging off his shoulders which he quickly pulls off of him. He calls forth his photon eliminator from subspace with a flash and points it at Devastator. He says, "Decepticons, I won't stand for you wrecking this place any longer. Leave now!" He only waits a second and says, "No? Good!"

 

Rodimus hits the max switch on his silver blocky weapon before pulling the trigger. The force of one thousand suns streams out of the weapons muzzle splitting the atoms of the very air around it causing it to shimmer in the energy field it's putting out. The beam's strong pulse rockets towards the giant, intent on doing the most harm.

 

Devastator> The tricked out semi-rig seems to leap in the air. The trailer behind it falls away into nothing while the front of the rig folds and forms a torso and arms. The underside of the whole thing forms into a pair of treetrunk like legs. Finally, a head rises up into place. Where a tricked out rig once was, Rodimus Prime stands.

 

Devastator> Rodimus Prime strikes you with Photon Eliminator <High> for 29 points of damage.

 

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 85%

          Remaining Armor: 408

 

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Name                 Last pose  Idle  Last non-area attack

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Rodimus Prime               1m   49s  hit Devastator w/ cannon2

Broadcast                   2m   46s  hit Devastator w/ smash

Faris al Aziz               5m    1m  hit Devastator w/ rocket

Streetwise                  6m    4m  hit Devastator w/ electricity

Dynamo                      7m    4m  hit Devastator w/ gauss

Devastator                 12m   ---  hit Rodimus Prime w/ g_blow

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Type 'cpthelp' for help.                                    Code by Pathfinder

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Devastator> Devastator's massive purple fists unclench themselves as the Decepticon monster tries to assess the situation. He can hear the little flickers of voices, bickering to him about what to do. Hit Rodimus again! There's a flea hovering around our art supplies that must be stopped. Are we there yet? We have more things to gather for our mission to truly be a success. Damn that Protectobot - he must DIE! Devastator covers his ears and bellows, causing the very area around him to shake. Ultimately, the Constructicon Supreme ignores the voices in his head even as suddenly the girders begin flying towards him. Devastator protects his face, but his hands get slashed from the effort. In his rage, the monster is unable to tell where the photon blasts are coming from.

        And so, Devastator focuses on Dynamo, and stomps towards the Autobot electromagnetic warfare specialist. But before he can take two steps, several blasts to his Scrapper knee-joints cause him to hault in his tracks. The armour is thick there, as anywhere else, and it obviously won't slow him down for long. "THE BEGINNING... OF YOUR END DRAWS NEAR!" The Constructicon roars, displaying a remarkably poetic way of saying the most simple of things.

        Before he can resume his tromp towards Dynamo, however, Broadcast gets in the way and throws one hell of a punch his way, successfully making Devastator flinch. The Constructicon Supreme raises his arms over his head, planning on bringing them down upon the poor Junkion and smashing him to smithereens.

        Actions speak louder than words, and though Rodimus's words are ignored, his actions are not. The blast strikes Devastator in the right shoulder, and Scavenger's crane is blown clear off. It falls and smashes to the ground. The Constructicon behemoth himself, meanwhile, bellows in pain, staggers back, and falls to the ground with an earthshattering *THUD*

 

<Autobot> Subterfuge says, "Radio signal processed. I am on my way."

 

Devastator> Commander al-Aziz's foot-boosters roar and send him shooting upwards higher into the air as he continues to move backwards. As he gives his rocketry systems a rest while heat dissipates through vents on his back, his backward motion ends as Devastator falls over and Faris moves to the attack, zooming over the prone foe and unleashing a volley of heavy armor-piercing rounds from the vulcan on his left forearm, bright tracers accompanying the heavy rounds. The shots strafe downwards indiscriminately at Devastator's mid-section, in the hopes that something will punch through his armor and do systems damage. Every bit helps, after all.

 

Devastator> Rodimus Prime lifts the smoking weapon into a ready position against his shoulder. He gives a smug look as if to say 'yeah, that's right...' but he does not, not when that giant will be getting up soon. Rodimus says, "Autobots, damage report..." as he keeps the weapon out to vent all the heat it built up in the giantic discharge he just did. The heating coils will probably be needing a good scrubbing when he gets back. Again! It was worth it however. He looks behind him and groans at the jet, or what's left of it. At least he knows what he'll be doing for the next week at least. (no attack)

 

Devastator> Faris al Aziz strikes you with Gauntlet Vulcan for 1 points of damage.

 

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 85%

          Remaining Armor: 407

 

Devastator> Subterfuge rears back on his rear wheels, and his arms appear from the sides of the motorcycle. Raising up, the legs seperate the back wheels and find a foothold while the rear stalks seperate. The head shifts, and the face appears, the clear visor appearing soon after, finally allowing the robot to appear fully in his robot form.

 

Devastator> Moving like a 'Monkee', Broadcast climbs up the body of the Constructicon and begins punch and dent what he can. Broadcast is unarmed, like he always is, and thus can only punch and kick, or hurl large object. For now, he just tries to start ripping apart what metal boards he can.

 

Devastator> Dynamo shoots a look back at Faris. "Oh, put a cork in it! He's trying to KILL us, if you hadn't noticed." . o O (Where's a perfectly good vat of molten steel to dump on a combiner when you need it...) He watches Devastator stagger, and hit the ground with a tremendous THUD, cratering the tarmac. Seeing Devastator downed -- at least temporarily -- Dynamo runs -forward-, leaping onto the sprawled titan and scrambling onto Dev's wing-chestpiece. "Fine, Rod," he says, hopping aside as Faris strafes Devastator. He gets up to where Devastator's head is, and smiles. "Say 'cheese', greenie." And then lets Devastator have it, with 55,000 volts. In. The. Face.

 

Devastator> Dynamo strikes you with Electron Rage for 4 points of damage.

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 84%

          Remaining Armor: 403

 

Devastator> Broadcast strikes you with Megadeth's Crush 'Em for 10 points of damage.

 

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 82%

          Remaining Armor: 393

 

Devastator> In the distance, a motorcycle approaching can be heard. Soon after, Subterfuge emerges from his vehicle mode and begins sprinting towards the battlefield. Sliding to a stop near a tall hill, he takes position on it and watches from afar. Realizing the situation is bleak indeed, he takes his rifle down from his back. "It is time..." Noticing where everyone is, the dark robot sighs, and takes aim. Subterfuge has joined in combat.

 

Devastator> Subterfuge strikes you with Tanegashima: Free Fire Shot for 1 points of damage.

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 82%

          Remaining Armor: 392

 

Devastator> Subterfuge transmits a message via radio to Rodimus Prime.

 

Devastator> Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission from Subterfuge.

 

Devastator> Streetwise watches with satisfaction as the big green lunk head is put down on his aft. He quickly reports in as ordered " Streetwise at 100% and ready to kick some aft sir." He then drops down to police car mode and charges up the air cannon. Once the targeting sensor beeps to let him know it is ready he launches the compressed air blast ate the back and hip joint once more, lets see if we can destabilize him.

 

Devastator> Streetwise folds down as legs, arms and his head merge smoothly into a sleek police car.

 

Devastator> Police Car <Streetwise> strikes you with compressed_air for 1 points of damage.

 

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 81%

          Remaining Armor: 391

 

<KNUJ> Broadcast says, "Gonna frag all night! Gonna maim all day! You can bet your butt that bad bastich won't get away!" is sung in the tone of Yankee Doodle. "All hits struck on to the massive green sand toy! Rodimus Prime looks so small compared to Devastator. Infact, I will do a song for Prime!"

 

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Name                 Last pose  Idle  Last non-area attack

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Streetwise                  3m    3m  hit Devastator w/ compressed_air

Subterfuge                  5m    1m  hit Devastator w/ disruptor

Dynamo                      6m    4m  hit Devastator w/ electricity

Broadcast                   6m   13s  hit Devastator w/ crush

Rodimus Prime               8m    3m  hit Devastator w/ cannon2

Faris al Aziz               8m    2m  hit Devastator w/ ballistic

Devastator                 13m   ---  hit Rodimus Prime w/ g_blow

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Devastator> The Jade Giant is felled, remaining on his back for a few long, long moments. But even as he remains still, even more attacks pepper his frame- Lasers, electrons, ballistics, compressed air- the assaults do superficial damage, like gnats battering at an elephant.

 

Though this is not to say that Devastator is unaffected by the attacks- quite the opposite. For while the combined assault does little to his armor, it still HURTS. The barrages provide more than enough incentive for Devastator to suddenly sit up, his mighty "WAAAAAAAAGH!" echoing out over the countryside for miles.

 

"NOTHING CAN BEAT DEVASTATOR! DEVASTATOR STRONGEST ONE THERE IS!" As if to prove his point, the grotesque titan moves with alarming speed- he's on his mismatched feet and swinging away: A kick for Streetwise, a punch towards Rodimus Prime, a stomp at Dynamo, a large chunk of asphalt thrown at Broadcast, and even a backhanded slap for Faris. Devastator simply barges forward, stomping through the military base, continuing through with the beserker charge whether he connects or not!

 

<KNUJ> Broadcast spins some records and begins to play an old poplular song and sings it, "Hey, this is radiostation W-S-K-E-E! We're takin' calls off the wish line; making all your wacky wishes come true!""Hello? I wish I was little bit taller, I wish I was a baller. I wish I had a girl who looked good; I would call herI wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat and a '64 Impala. I wish I was like six-foot-nine. So I could get with Leoshi, 'Cause she don't know me but yo she's really fine. You know I see her all the time! Everywhere I go, and even in my dreams, I can scheme of ways to make her mine. Cause I know she's livin phat. Her boyfriend's tall and he plays ball. So how am I gonna compete with that?" (OOC: And yes, this song is dedicated to Prime. Anyone who can tell me the artist  gets a point! :) )

 

Devastator> You have set the custom name for attack Area_Melee in mode 1 to "Beserker Rage!."

 

Devastator> Devastator unleashes its RAMPAGE! attack on Streetwise, Dynamo, Faris al Aziz, Broadcast and Rodimus Prime, striking Rodimus Prime, Faris al Aziz, Broadcast, Dynamo and Streetwise.

 

Devastator> A flash of pain shoots through Commander al-Aziz's body as Devastator's massive hand slaps his armor, a bone-wrenching shock causing him to lose consciousness for a few seconds as he's sent sailing crookedly through the air while his thrusters spiral and sputter out of control. He gasps as the suit's internal systems deliver a shot of adrenaline and painkiller, bringing him back to life in time for him to pull out of the ragdoll dive. Throbbing with pain, his armor impacts the ground at least sixty feet from Devastator - a testament to the force of the blow - wobbling a step or two as he regains his balance. "System check!" he slurs into the helmet's computer interface, some of his electronics sputtering and fizzing from the sheer brutality of the single strike. (no attack)

 

Devastator> Rodimus Prime lifts his free hand to his ear piece and mouths 'lord?' and looks confused for a second, but he watches his troops start to dismantle Devastator. Then realizes something, he really does not look 'that' hurt. He says, "Bots, back off of Devastator!" Too late. The giant rises and starts ripping things up. Rodimus, for all the warning he gives, gets a nice punch square in his body which sends him back into the scrap pile that was once a US airways 747. This time, into the tail section and through it to land in the cement a few yards behind it. The tail section hangs by a few metal strands for a second, before snapping off completely and crashing to the ground as well. Rodimus rubs his jaw, "Well...'that' hurt. Fine, let's play hard ball!" He checks the heat dissipation on his weapon, which, for some miraculous reason, is still in his hand. Still hot, but there's enough heat dissipated to fire it on a lower setting, which he does. The silver carbine sized weapon is lifted up by a strong red air, slightly scuffed up and damaged, then fires out a beam of white light.

 

Devastator> Rodimus Prime strikes you with Photon Eliminator <Low> for 11 points of damage.

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 79%

          Remaining Armor: 380

 

Devastator> Dynamo barely manages to form a coherent field around himself before Devastator steps on him. That's all that keeps him from being crushed. As is, sparks fly and he's driven into the pavement as Devastator passes... slowly pulling himself up as he glares at Devastator's back. "Now," he snarls, "you've REALLY torqued me off, lugnuts for brains..." Trying to conserve power, he cuts loose with a lancet of force at Devastator's economy-sized ass.

 

Devastator> Dynamo strikes you with Magnetic Lance for 1 points of damage.

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 79%

          Remaining Armor: 379

 

Devastator> Broadcast is singing a BAD rap song in dedication to Rodimus Prime as asphalt is striking him. "Grah! You ruined my song! My agent will fire me! Wrecks does not like bad entertainers!" He plunges his fists deeper into Dev just to try and anchor himself in as the asphalt hurts him. He peices some of Dev's metal scraps into his own wounds. (No Attack)

 

Devastator> Broadcast steps back and takes a moment to reattach various pieces and parts of his body...

 

Devastator> Police Car <Streetwise> is send spinning away from his qusai cover as he is bitch slapped by Devestator, man that hurts, a nice dent in the hood and some really good scratches on the side panels. Streetwise switches back to Robot mode and begins and all out sprinting at the big green ugly making machine. He quickly closes and then eliminates the gap, as he gets to the point where he is directly under Devestator and between his legs he sticks his arm up in the air and shots " I hope this stings you half as much as what you just did to us. Taser fire erupts from his newly mounted weapon which just pops out of his arm. Once the weapon has discharged Streets takes off running again hoping to avoid the almost certain retaliation for what he has just done.

 

Devastator> Streetwise flips up as his legs, arms, and head appear he lands on his feet with laser in hand as he scans the area for trouble.

 

Devastator> Streetwise strikes you with taser for 1 points of damage.

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 79%

          Remaining Armor: 378

 

Devastator> You have set the custom name for attack g_Punch in mode 1 to "I'm going to kiss him and love him and SQUEEEEEZE him and call him George!."

 

<KNUJ> Broadcast makes a sound of an 'ow' sound and then the radio gets static. A preprogrammed message comes up, "It looks like that is all the time for today, folks. Please tune in tomorrow at the same Junk time at the same Junk station. Now for  more of your favorite show; Unsolved Mysteries of George W. Bush and His Search for WMDs!

 

Devastator> Devastator continues to be attacked by Rodimus, as well as that pesky Dynamo. Devastator is going to continue on his 'Kill Rodimus' thing to notice that someone on his back is picking parts from him.. to fix them. "HRRAAAH! AUTOBOTS SEND SCRAP TO FIGHT DEVASTATOR.." He mutters as he reaches behind and plucks the Junkion from his back. "WORTHLESS ROBOT!! he bellows as he gives his callous assessment of Broadcast. "PARTS NO GOOD FOR ART! DEVASTATOR IS GREEN, SO DEVASTATOR RECYCLE!! HAH!! CRUSH CAN!" And with that, Devastator /squeeeeeeeezes/.

 

Devastator> Broadcast evades your I'm going to kiss him and love him and SQUEEEEEZE him and call him George! attack.

 

Devastator> Wincing as his friends are hit with a barrage, Subterfuge flips a switch on his rifle and a loud hum can be heard. "TANEGASHIMA: ACTIVE. COMMAND?" squaks out of the rifle. Subterfuge grins just a bit. "Right... let us save the leader, then." Taking aim again, a large crackle of electricity charges in his rifle before being expelled towards the rampaging giant.

 

Devastator> Subterfuge strikes you with Tanegashima: Charged Bolt Shot for 2 points of damage.

 

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 78%

          Remaining Armor: 376

 

Devastator> Faris has had enough of this. That jarring impact nearly gave him a heart attack, and the building materials he was trying to save have been scattered and used as fodder. His system check confirming just how damaging Devastator's blow was, Faris al-Aziz leaps upwards as his thrusters propel him into the sky. The Autobots saw him here helping - that's all he needs, for the time being.

 

Devastator> Faris al Aziz retreats from the area swiftly, outdistancing all pursuit and parting shots.

 

Devastator> Faris al Aziz has disconnected.

 

Devastator> The blast from his rifle moves Subterfuge a good deal back. "Whew... good shot, Tanegashima. Let us tone it down a bit." Moving to a new location overlooking the battlefield, Subterfuge takes aim and pulls the trigger. Nothing. "COOLDOWN REQUIRED." chirps the rifle. "Slag it..." Strapping the rifle to his back, ports open on Subterfuge's palms. His hands move in a blur, but the energy flying from them is plain to see.

 

Devastator> Subterfuge strikes you with Energy Kunai for 1 points of damage.

 

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 78%

          Remaining Armor: 375

 

Devastator> Dynamo watches in awe as Devastator just soaks up a ridiculous amount of abuse. And keeps on going. As the slippery Junkion evades getting turned into a tin can, Dynamo continues to shotgun-blast away at Devvy's backside, looking for weak spots, holes, ANYTHING he can hit to slow the behemoth down. "Hey, Rod, I don't suppose that gun of yours has a 'Stop Combiner' setting, does it?" Bits of debris whip through the air like bullets.

 

Devastator> It becomes an ODD sight as the Junkion transforms in Devastator's hands. Devastator is now holding in his hands a mechanical bullet train. That image might not sit right as for the train engine is not as wide as his robot mode. Naturally, Broadcast easily rolls out of the grip and falls to the floor. A small charge is being made by the bullet train as it tries to topple the monster that was trying to pet him.

 

Devastator> Dynamo strikes you with Metal Ripsaw for 2 points of damage.

 

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 78%

          Remaining Armor: 373

 

Devastator> Broadcast yells, "We don't want to leave you, but we gotta! All aboard the Rock'n'Roll Express! Last stop Woodstock!" He lowers his head as his shoulder spikes snap together around his head and the rest of his body snaps together to form a rustic bullet train.

 

Devastator> Rock'N'Roll Express strikes you with ram for 10 points of damage.

 

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 75%

          Remaining Armor: 363

 

Devastator> Rodimus Prime keeps firing, but seeing his shots bouncing off, he says, "Autobots, we tried, but we can't counter a firepower of that magnitude. Retreat!" He looks over at Broadcast and says to the Junkion, as well as the militant, "You'd be smart to do the same you two." With that, reluctantly, he transforms and makes a run for it through the gates he smashed only a short time before.

 

Devastator> Subterfuge transmits a message via radio.

 

Devastator> Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission.

 

Devastator> Streetwise watches as Devestator picks up the Junkion but some how Broadcast manages to slip through the giants grasp. He then puts the taser away and pulls out the Photon pistol once more. He quickly draws a running bead on the lime green monster and fires another barrage of photon charges at it.

 

<Autobot> Rodimus Prime says, "We're pulling out, we can't fight Devastator and I'm not about to see this spaceport go up in our fire fight anymore."

 

Devastator> Streetwise strikes you with Photon Pistol (pain) for 1 points of damage.

 

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 75%

          Remaining Armor: 362

 

Devastator> Rodimus Prime begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Subterfuge, Rock'N'Roll Express.

 

Devastator> Rodimus Prime falls forward. His arms compress and fold backward as a trailer comes out of subspace to connect with the back of his legs. Where the vanguard of the autobots once was, a tricked out flaming semi-rig appears.

Devastator> Rock'N'Roll Express strikes Rodimus Prime with Ram.

 

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Broadcast                   2m   13s  hit Devastator w/ ram

Streetwise                  3m   28s  hit Devastator w/ electricity

Rodimus Prime               3m   15s  hit Devastator w/ plasma

Dynamo                      4m    4m  hit Devastator w/ ballistic

Subterfuge                  4m    2m  hit Devastator w/ taser

Devastator                  8m   ---  missed Broadcast w/ g_punch

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<Autobot> Subterfuge says, "Flee, my friends. I shall cover your escape!"

 

<Autobot> Subterfuge says, "Roger. Targetting systems now acquiring lock on enemy optics."

 

<Autobot> Junkion Radio Broadcast says, "Flash fry the beast. Blinded, he will need to find a new way to see."

 

Devastator> Devastator pauses once more to carefully consider his actions. No, I'm serious. The Constructicon Supreme listens once more to the voices within. Get more supplies! seems to be the general consensus, and Devastator growls in a low tone at their bickering. Rising up to his full height, the green behemoth tries desperately to sort through the information of his six component parts. This, needless to say, takes a while. Once he has a brief understanding of what to get, Devastator reaches out with Bonecrusher, clenches the wall of one of the spaceports, and -rips- the entire wall off with one hand. With much of the wall within his grasp, Devastator places what he's gathered into Mixmaster's heavily armoured drum. Meanwhile, the Autobots continue their attack on him. The weapons/debris fire from Subterfuge and Dynamo scratch Devastator's armour plating, but does little to actually hinder him. Once MORE, Broadcast is the one to come through, and Devastator staggers forward, smashing through a wall thanks to the Rock'N'Roll express. The entire building crumbles down upon the Constructicons, and all is silent for a few brief moments.

        But they don't last. With a roar, what's left of the collapsed building explodes outwards as Devastator gets back on his feet. "NONE OF YOU CAN STAND AGAINST ME!" Devastator roars, frantically searching to find the two who, in fact, /have/ done a mighty good job of it - Rodimus, who blew off Devastator's shoulder, and Broadcast, who fricking rebuilt himself after being trashed. But Rodimus is gone by now, and Broadcast... well, Broadcast kind of blends in with all the crap that's laying around. Reaching onto his back, a huge compartment in the Long Haul component opens, and the Scavenger hand draws out the Solar Energy Rifle. The huge purple weapon shines in the light, and for a brief moment Devastator contemplates the destruction he's caused. The Bonecrusher side of him is quite pleased with the sheer devastation that's been caused. And, always wishing to add to his work, Devastator locks his sights onto Subterfuge. "DIE." He says in a strangely calm voice.

 

Devastator> You have set the custom name for attack plasma in mode 1 to "Solar Energy Rifle - Low Setting."

Devastator> You strike Subterfuge with Solar Energy Rifle - Low Setting.

 

Devastator> Streetwise hears the call to fall back just as he squeezes the trigger. Once the order is issued he complies post haste transforming back to car mode and getting the heck out of dodge

 

Devastator> Streetwise folds down as legs, arms and his head merge smoothly into a sleek police car.

 

Devastator> Streetwise retreats from the area swiftly, outdistancing all pursuit and parting shots.

 

Devastator> Hit by the blast from Devastator, Subterfuge is sent flying into another building. Wincing, he reaches back for his rifle, but it is a flat piece of hardware now. His face curls in anger. "That will take a good day to repair..." He reaches into his front motorcycle chassis and pulls out a slender katana. Flaring to life with blue energy, the sword pulses and Subterfuge charges. "I grow tired of you, Devastator!" He leaps, sprinting and jumping up Devastator, and takes a vicious combo swing at the large bot's eyes.

 

Devastator> Subterfuge strikes you with Aomizuchi: Powered for 2 points of damage.

 

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 75%

          Remaining Armor: 360

 

Devastator> "Here I am, rock you like a hurricane. Here I am, rock you like a hurricane." The front cattle catcher part of the locomotive is rather destroyed. The Junkion bullet train goes for another fast and swift charge against the green mechanoid to try and give Subterfuge a chance to retreat. There is some small static going on as a radio message is broadcasted; This is Junkion rockstar Broadcast, gladly serving your ears, listeners. Retreat and get safe. This is the last broadcast... 'It comes to the point when you feel nothing. This is the last time 'cause I can see it in your eyes. So here we are at the last broadcast. Here we are; Our last broadcast. This is the last broadcast... Here we are; Our last broadcast." The radio silences as all energy is now being conserved for speed. If successful, Broadcast will have done another ram, but this time without all the force. If not, he will be lost in the rubble for his aim and speed will be too hard to change at full speed. Either way, there is not enough painkillers to help his wounds...

 

Devastator> Rock'N'Roll Express strikes you with smash for 4 points of damage.

 

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 74%

          Remaining Armor: 356

 

<Autobot> Junkion Radio Broadcast's radio clicks off for good.

 

<Autobot> Junkion Radio Broadcast says, "This is Junkion rockstar Broadcast, gladly serving your ears, listeners. Retreat and get safe. This is the last broadcast... 'It comes to the point when you feel nothing. This is the last time 'cause I can see it in your eyes. So here we are at the last broadcast. Here we are; Our last broadcast. This is the last broadcast... Here we are; Our last broadcast." <Last message before radio clicked>"

 

Devastator> Devastator stands triumphant over the wreckage of the base, his opponents fleeing. "ALL MUST FLEE FROM DEVASTATOR! ALL ARE WEAK!" For a moment, all six of the nagging voices that make up Devastator are united in various cheers of victory. Yeah! We did it! We smashed them good! Run, Autobots! Of course, these cheers soon degrade into squabbling as they begin to quarrel over just who can take credit for the apparent victory.

 

Apparent victory. For while the most of the Autobots have fled the scene, there are still persistent attackerstaking scraps out of his frame. In subterfuge's case, very IMPORTANT bits. "RAAAGH!" Devastator attempts to grab the little 'bot and dash him to the ground in order to get him away from his apparently vunerable optics before any more damage can be done!

 

Devastator> Anyone looking would notice that Subterfuge is flying wounded, Broadcast is now in a world of pain as he just railroaded Devvy, and Devvy is up to stealing energon.

 

Devastator> You have set the custom name for attack G_Punch in mode 1 to "Down! DOWN!."

 

Devastator> Subterfuge, and all his proud attacking glory, do not seem to do the job... Sub is thrown to the ground with an undeniably BAD force. The thud is sickening. Aomizuchi fizzles and falls silent. The skirmisher has gone too far, and he leaps to his feet. Wincing, he sheathes his sword and heads for the hills.

Devastator> Subterfuge begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Rock'N'Roll Express.

 

Devastator> Rock'N'Roll Express strikes Subterfuge with 'Care Bear Stare!'.

 

Devastator> Subterfuge strikes Rock'N'Roll Express with 'Cousins Call!'.

 

Devastator> Subterfuge moves out of Houston to the Texas countryside.

 

Devastator> This is just beautiful. The wreckage of the bullet train transforms once more again into the mechanical Junkion robot once more. He does some flips that Spider-Man would rival as he tries to work his way onto the back of Devastator. "I believe those parts are not for you. Infact, I am sure with your bulk and my brains, we can build our own spaceport and destroy the other factions! We can build, build, build! Hey look! This might come in handy." He starts to remove what looks to be a large sheet of metal from the back of the Decepticons, hoping he really cause some damage.

 

Devastator> The bullet train twists and snaps around as a loud guitar sound can be heard. The bullet train is transforming into a Junkion rockstar.

 

Devastator> Broadcast strikes you with Everything Counts! for 3 points of damage.

 

Devastator> =System Status=

          Damage Level: 73%

          Remaining Armor: 353

 

Devastator> You have set the custom name for attack g_blow in mode 1 to "FALL!."

 

Devastator> Devastator peers at this defiant little bastard who is still here while all the others have fled with his single optic. Mech fluid dribbles down the Constructicon's cheek from the open wound. Devastator considers his options on what to do. He has all that he was required to do, and the bickering in his head is getting annoying. Lets get out of here! Destroy this whelp! Are we there yet? Devastator roars at this last voice and covers his ears in a desperate attempt to block them out. Devastator staggers around a bit before finally deciding that the blame of all this is to fall on BROADCAST. "ALL ROBOTS FALL BEFORE ME! FALL!" Devastator charges the smaller mech, swinging Bonecrusher and Scavenger around to try and clip him one. "FALL!" Hit or miss, he goes after Broadcast once more, this time trying to smash him into the pavement with Scrapper's high heel. "FALL!" He roars again. Overwhelmed with the pain of losing his optic, the Constructicon Supreme stumbles away from Broadcast, whatever his condition, and falls to the ground, shattering into six lime green Constructicons. Poof!

 

Devastator> Devastator separates into the individual Constructicons.

 

Devastator has left.

 

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    Constructicons    Connection     IC Location             Status

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-- Bonecrusher       Sat Feb 21     Houston, Texas           77%

IC Hook              Wed Jun 02     Houston, Texas           75%

IC Long Haul         Online         Houston, Texas           79%

IC Mixmaster         Online         Houston, Texas           75%

-- Scavenger         Mon Mar 15     Houston, Texas           67%

IC Scrapper          Online         Houston, Texas           75%

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Some oils and mech fluids drip as Broadcast staggers and then laughs, "Wow. That was with the six bucks for these tickets. I never saw such entertainemment before." Probably if he had pulled back like he was told to do, the Spaceport would have been fully trashed. Silly Rodimus! The Junkion looks for trash to rebuild his broken bits, as he knows the six K'nexicons are going to want and beat him up now. With a small smiles and a hope in his optics he yells, "I won! I won! I would like to thank my manager, my agents, my guitarists, my writers, the Audiobots, my producers, the guy who fixed the soundboard..." He trails off, as if he won an award. He just hopes back up will be here soon.

 

Long Haul lands down on his aft as Devastator falls into his six component pieces. "Oof." he grumbles. The construct glances around for a few moments, shrugs, takes up a big heavy chunk of machinery, and just sets about flying off...albiet somewhat wobbly from the damage he's endured.

 

Scrapper groans to himself. Thankfully, the way Devastator fell apart, Scrapper didn't wind up having Scavenger and Hook fall on him like normal. On all fours, Scrapper peers up at Broadcast ranting to himself. "Primus... I hate Junkions." Rising to his feet in a most unsteady way, Scrapper shouts, "Constructicons, retreeeeat!" Scrapper thinks it's likely that the six of them could take out one Junk, but given that he just felled Devastator, no reason to take a chance, right? And so, Scrapper rises up into the air, following Long Haul.

 

Scrapper begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Cement Truck <Mixmaster>, Long Haul, Hound.

 

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.

 

Long Haul begins retreating, leaving itself vulnerable to parting shots from Scrapper, Mixmaster.

 

Mixmaster is the foot, and once again gets several other Constructicons landing on top of him. "You IDIOTS!!" He yells at anyone still on top of him. He's carrying no small amount of goodies in his cauldron. He decides that's enough for a days work, and transforms as he hightails it out of Houston. He has the pieces, and now his DIVINE INSPIRATION must take form! To Mars!

 

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.

 

Mixmaster retreats from the area swiftly, outdistancing all pursuit and parting shots.

 

Broadcast begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Scrapper, Cement Truck <Mixmaster>, Long Haul.

 

Feeling like he pulled his weight, and feeling a little injured, Broadcast aims his fists at each of the Constructicons before he transforms and leaves.

 

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Message: 2/9                       Posted        Author

Houston, we have a Gestalt!        Mon Jun 07    Mixmaster

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A camera with wide-zoom struggles to contain the entire view of Devastator. He's got minor demts amd scratches on his front, as well as several MAJOR scorch marks, exposing delicate circuitry. Scavenger's shovel on his right arm is totally gone, and there's also the small matter of one of the goliath's optics is mysteriously missing.

"EQUIPMENT WAS GATHERED!! HRRAH!! ALL AUTOBOTS CRUSHED TO PIECES BY THE DEVASTATOR!!"

The green one attempts to switch the camera off.. his outstretched purple finger slowly makes its way towards the camera.. which ends with the entire console being destroyed.

 

(A few hours pass before DCI add that details from news coverage and reports indicate that the battle involved the Autobots Rodimus Prime, Streetwise, Dynamo, Jazz, the Junkion Broadcast, and the Militant Faris al Aziz, as well as a full report from Mixmaster, who said that rocket parts were accumulated. When quizzed what for, he explained "I can't explain, it's Classified Information. But I can tell you that 'Operation: Put rockets on the planet mars and drag it into earth's orbit to create mass devastation and energon cubes' is going to benefit from these parts!")

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