<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Decepticons, report in

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Decepticons, report in."

<Decepticon> Terrorcon Commander, Hun-Grrr hrmmm, "Hunter Scrapper! How are you this glorious day?!"

<Decepticon> Hook says, "Yes, brother?"

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "I don't wanna!"

<Decepticon> Hook says, "Shut up, Mixmaster."

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "I'm doing well, Hun-Grrr. The project is going well, and soon the 'hunt' shall go well!"

<Decepticon> Hook says, "Sounds fun."

<Decepticon> Terrorcon Commander, Hun-Grrr says, "Most excellent!"

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "I don't like it!"

<Decepticon> Hook says, "Mixmaster, shut up."

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Right then. Onto today's order of business. Any combat ready Decepticons not on guard duty or on assignment should report to the coastline."

<Decepticon> Terrorcon Commander, Hun-Grrr says, "Very well, I will be there momentarily."

You paged Beatdown with 'Would I know you're in Africa?'.

<Decepticon> Comcast says, "Copy that. I think we're nearly done. Beatdown, prepare for immediate evacuation."

<Decepticon> Beatdown says, "Will do sir, just got to slip away from here first"

<Decepticon> Beatdown says, "And by sir, I meant Scrapper, not you Comcast"

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Except for you, Beat... beat... beat off? Oh, Beatdown! Since you're already in the area, you can meet up with us along the way. Comcast, you'll be needed back here to monitor radio traffic."

<Decepticon> Comcast sighs wearily, "I could tell that from what you were saying, Beatdown. What's your division again?"

NCC Coastline

It is a tribute to the construction of the city that they were successfully able to integrate a Cybertronian landscape into something as un-Cybertronian as a coastline. This, more than any other area in New Crystal City, is unable to keep the Cybertron feel. The shoreline consists of a metal cliff-face that descends deep into the water. The tide causes the water level to rise up slightly, but clearly the designers didn't wish to have the ocean interfere with the city. The coastline of New Crystal City serves as the gateway to the rest of the city. Roadways start and end here and travel up into the sky, supported by strong metal struts. One can gain easy access to the Residential Zone, the Spaceport, or the Central Hub. A single metal dock extends out of the island, designed to facilitate the few Imperial sea-going vessels that are owned.

Contents:

Hun-Grrr

Imperial Decepticon Mini-Sub <Mantis>

Imperial Vessel <Despoiler>

Obvious exits:

North <N> leads to NCC Central Hub.

East <E> leads to NCC Residential Plaza.

West <W> leads to NCC Spaceport.

Fly <Up> Ocean <O>

Hook arrives from the NCC Central Hub to the north.

Hook has arrived.

Mixmaster arrives from the NCC Spaceport to the west.

Mixmaster has arrived.

Scrapper steps in from the residential plaza, just so it actually has a chance of being mentioned. The Constructicon has high hopes for tonight as he, thanks to last week, has remembered that by golly those Autobots don't really stand a chance against the might of Devastator! Scrapper steps up to the docks where Cuddles and the submarine rest. Oh, and that reminds him. Scrapper pulls out a datapad and starts typing.

The Khan of the Terror Horde is already here. He stands next to the Docks, leaning against his Halberd. The Halberd of Angelisk holds his weight up quite easily, as Hun-Grrr isn't resting completely up against it. When Scrapper arrives, a hand flies up into the air in a wave, "Hunter Scrapper! Good evening to you! How goes your hunts? Fruitful and often?! Hahahaha! And how goes your training? Picked up any sword techniques since last we spoke? We've such stories to recount, you and I!"

Scrapper pulls out his sword, ignites it with a most satisfying *KaPssssshhhh!* and swings it around, doing the practice technique that the Terrorcon Commander showed him. "Not too bad. I've been practicing when I get the chance, but I've been pretty busy. As for the hunt... well," Scrapper chuckles, "We'll see after tonight, won't we? I can tell you the story of how we made Rodimus run away like a little Cassetticon femme."

Hook steps in from the Hub, looking relaxed and ready to go. Spotting the Terrorcon Khan, Hook offers him a smart salute and a smile. He steps up next to his brother (avoiding the sword) and smiles. Overhearing the conversation, he laughs. "Which time? I think we made him run several different times." Hook turns to Hun-grrr. "And how have your hunts been going? Taken any Autobot heads?"

Mixmaster trudges slowly from the Hub. His sour face belies his feelings. And with him, his brothers. Long Haul, Bonecrusher, Scavenger. Mixmaster is very decidedly quiet.. for some reason. He stomps all the way up to Scrapper, still saying nothing. He stands there. And waits. Waits for someone to speak to him. WHich they will. Any moment now. Yep, just waiting for a retort.

Oh, fine, noone say anything! "I don't wanna!"

Hook looks over at Mixmaster. "Brother, what's wrong?"

Mixmaster goes sour-faced again.

Scrapper snickers at Hook. "Yes, Rodimus /is/ starting to finally get it into his bullet-shaped cranium that perhaps it's a good idea to stop getting in our way all the time. I wouldn't be surprised if he just doesn't bother sending /any/ troops this time around." He chuckles. Scrapper notices Mixmaster's foul mood, but Hook beats him to the punch about asking why. "The last thing we need is Mixmaster causing trouble," Scrapper mutters to himself. "C'mon now, Mixmaster. Out with it. Petrorabbit got your vocalizer?"

The Terrorcon slams the butt of his halberd down before he makes it disappear into subspace storage. He chuckles, "Oh, my hunts? I've yet to have a satisfying hunt this week! I do hope to have one soon... lest I be forced to go and retake the Warrens by myself... simply to make up for the lack of Hunts I have been involved in! Hahahahahohoho!" The Khan looks at every individual who has come, then to Mixmaster specifically.

A.. PLAYFUL HEADLOCK? Wow, Hook has THIS coming...@emit "I... DON'T.. WANNA!!!" The lime gee

A.. PLAYFUL HEADLOCK? Wow, Hook has THIS coming. "I..." Mixmaster raises his arm, "DON'T.." The fist uncurls into a flat hand.. "WANNA!!!" Mixy backhands his foolish brother for thinking he can do that. People shouldn't worry too much, Mixmaster has mood swings all the time. He'll probably think of something funny sooner or later and cheer right up.

Ah right, that time he really PWNT Bumblebee. "Hee." And his mood lightens, and he's even smiling mirthfully. "Um.. right. So what are we doing?"

Scrapper leans over to Hun-Grrr, "I bet you NEVER have to deal with this sort of thing," he whispers. The Constructicon raises his gruff voice, "Alright, enough turbo-horsing around!" God I love turbo/petro/robo animals. Them and astrounits. "Now then, Galvatron will not give us permission to carry out Mixmaster's excellent Mars related plan until we have the energon to support it. And so, we are going to gather that AND soften up the Autobots for his planned raid in two day's time!" 1 OOC day. "Now then, there is a power plant complex not far from the British capital of London that powers the city. Heh, well, not for long, anyhow. Our job is heavy assault. Hun-Grrr, your job will be to take out any that we don't notice or are too fast for us, and Beatdown, who we will be meeting up with, shall work the energon systems. I'll relay this to Beatdown."

You transmit a message to Beatdown: Our plan is simple, Beatdown. We are targetting a plant not far from the British capital of London. We Constructicons will fend off the Autobots, Hun-Grrr will take out any that are too quick for us, and YOU, when you meet up with us, will have the important task of gathering the energon.

Beatdown radios: Of course sir. I shall rendevous with you in the foolish British capitol

Hook eeks! as he gets backhanded by his brother. He growls angerly, rubbing his faceplate. "Slaggit Mixmaster, if you're going to hit me, atleast don't hit me like a femme!" he mumbles, crossing his arms. *sigh* oOLast time I'm asking what's wrong! I'm letting Scrapper do it next time!Oo As Scrapper details the mission, Hook nods, and seems to lighten up slightly.

You transmit a message to Beatdown: Excellent!

The Khan nods his head stiffly at Scrapper, "Excellent plan of attack, Hunter. Quite sound in its scope. We'll make this a very successful hunt!" Hun-Grrr grunts and then lets out some boisterous laughter, "This will be glorious, those who oppose us will be crushed. I will be taking home trophies!"

Scrapper is going to just make Long Haul do it, and he'll just make Scavenger do it, who will past it along to Bonecrusher, who will make Hook do it. So there's nothing really accomplished by passing the buck. But then, at least nobody will have to do it. Once he gets off the radio, he says, "Beatdown is aware of the plan." He nods at Hun-Grrr, a tad envious that he won't be able to gather trophies for his artwork tonight, as Dev's usually got other things on his mind. Or nothing at all, as the case may be.

"EXCELLENT Mars related plan!" Mixmaster yells as he echoes Scrappers words. "I didn't want to damage that oh-so delicate frame of yours, brother. I want you to back off, but I'm not interested in hearing about that minor scratch you've got for the next three astro-weeks." He looks at Scrapper and shrugs. "Commanding officer while we're in crazy-go-nuts mode?"

Hook sneers at Mixmaster. "Don't start, alright? I really don't want to hear it. Let's just have some fun tonight." Hook makes a mental note to beat Mixmaster up, next chance he gets.

You've got a chance now. Come on punk.. try it!

In front of Hun-grrr and Scrapper? No way!

Scrapper replies, "Hun-Grrr will be in charge. He's got all the tactical know-how compared to us anyway." Scrapper's modest enough to admit that fact. Thus, Scrapper is grateful of Hun-Grrr's approval of the plan. "Then without further ado, Decepticons, transform and... uh... lets go." Course, I don't think anyone will actually be transforming in order to fly in this case. Regardless, Scrapper lifts off the ground. But, due to his inability to be stealthy, it's quite likely that EDC scans will pick them up the moment they leave NCC airspace. Dun dun dunnn!

That didn't stop you with the jam fight that time!

That was a different player, slaggit!

<Autobot> Teletran II transmits, "Transmission received from Alameda, EDC HQ. Seven targets have departed Decepticon Island, travelling northwest."

The Khan places his gauntlets behind his back as he stands there. Hun-Grrr nods his head in agreement when Scrapper designates him Commander. The mighty Khan lifts up into the air and shouts, "For the Decepticon Empire! For Angelisk! We Hunt!" Little eager? A little enthusiastic? This is Hun-Grrr! The Terrorcon Commander soars as quickly as he can through the air, following his Hunting party of Constructicons.

<Autobot> Smokescreen whistles. "Seven? Oooh boy, this is gonna be messy."

Mixmaster is an obedient little constructicon, and he transforms!

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.

Wait.. Flying.. not working! Travelling..slower than usual! Cement truck.. not moving an inch!

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.

"YOu're an idiot, Scrapper."

Hook says, "You're and idiot for listening to an idiot, Mixmaster. Let's go already!"

Scrapper snickers at Mixmaster as he flies up, thinking of making his next command in the order of 'drive off the docks' just to see who'll follow it. "Yeah!" he says in agreement with Hook. "No... wait." He shoots a look at his trusty Constructicon second in command. "Hey!"

Hook grins at Scrapper. "Got you." he chuckles. Rising up, he hovers to the same level Scrapper is at. "For the number of snide comments you shoot at me, my comment was sheerly payback."

<Autobot> Teletran II transmits, "Probable final destination: United Kingdom."

Mixmaster mumbles and grumles.. his sour mood is returning. Either way, he takes off. London's calling, doncha know.

*** TRAVEL SPAM ***

London

The skyline of the capital of Britain is dominated by various famous landmarks such as Big Ben, St. Peter's Cathedral, and London Bridge. Crowded narrow streets make it very hard for giant robots to walk around in, but smaller robots and humans can move around with ease.

Contents:

Grimlock

Smokescreen

Autobot Hovercraft (Sentinel)

Beatdown

Porsche 935 Turbo

Obvious exits:

Grating <D> leads to London Sewer System.

Ocean <O> leads to Northeast Atlantic.

English Channel <SE> leads to Brussels, Belgium.

Fly <Up>

Mixmaster soars down into view from the skies above.

Mixmaster has arrived.

Hook soars down into view from the skies above.

Hook has arrived.

Hun-Grrr soars down into view from the skies above.

Hun-Grrr has arrived.

Smokescreen has been going along beside Jazz- as he's been going to the same ol' concert...and by damn, he NEEDS it. "So by the time I get there, Subterfuge is popping laser blasts into this terran police car, because he thinks it's a Decepticon. Do 'bots even HAVE common sense anymore? Don't we even have a proper training program? I mean, really."

Smokescreen's form twists and shudders, and mere moments later, the Diversionary Tactician is no longer there, replaced by a red and blue stock car, engine revving.

Porsche 935 Turbo slows up as he hears that particular transmission from Teletran, and realizes that he's never going to get to a concert with Decepticons on the loose. "I dunno, Smokescreen, Sounds like we might need ta look into a training program for that kinda thing.." Unhappy news. "An' it sounds like we might miss that concert after all." UK is a pretty large area, but hey. Biggest city and all. "I was lookin' forward to it."

Grimlock pauses in his flight and makes ground fall in front of the two cars but off to the side enough so they don't slam into him, "Me Grimlock say seven targets lot. Think maybe we need good battle plan." he eyes Jazz and Smokescreen for a few moments, "Maybe need more soldiers too. Jazz...see whatelse Teletran have to say about targets."

<Autobot> Jazz says, "Any more info t'share on who's comin' ta visit, Teletran?"

<Autobot> Teletran II transmits, "6 targets, approximately 14 feet in height. 1 target, approximately 20 feet in height. Destination confirmed: United Kingdom, London."

Scrapper flies in, completely unaware that the EDC tracking system successfully picked them up this time around on long range scans. The Constructicon has quite a bit of confidence on this assignment. His six brothers are unstoppable, Hun-Grrr will be able to make the command decisions while merged, and Beatdown... well, Scrapper's never met this Beatdown fellow before, but surely he'll act with the bravery and intelligence that Decepticons are known for! Cough. Regardless, Scrapper looks over his shoulder and stares at his brother, DARING Mixmaster to say it.

"Yeah, all in a day's work, Jazz." Says Smokescreen as he wheels around towards the estimated arrival point of the the Decepti-creeps. "Hrrm. Two to one odds. Sounds about right." he chuckles. "Wonder what they'll be after THIS time..."

The Terrorcon Khan flies behind his Constructicon Hunting Mates, he allows them to take point while he's lagging in the back. In the Terrorcon's mind he's already trying to find a place in New Crystal City where he can store the scraps and trophies from fallen prey from this Hunt. The Terrorkhan growls loudly as he takes a moment during his flight to psyche himself up even more for this hunt. It has been too long since he has last been on the prowl... now is his time to shine. The Elite Hunter of the Terror Horde pulls out his Halberd as he flies, "Hunter Scrapper! Now would be a most excellent time to demonstrate that Battle Cry we were discussing earlier. Pull some wind into your chassis and bellow it out!"

Beatdown is already on ground level, parked down a back alley somewhere inconspicuous, waiting to rendevous with his fellows. If they ever get here

And part of the green haze approaching London is none other than everyone's favourite Cement Truck, Mixmaster! The Constructicon's mood has swapped from festive to sour and back several times since the journey began. Currently? Festive. Mixy isn't really paying attention to where he's going, he just follows the Green feet in front of him. He's mostly jamming on his trumpet, Clarice. It's a creative tune, flirting with various forms of brass music, at a frantic pace."

Hook swoops over the land, following his brother Scrapper. Hearing Mixmaster playing his horn loudly, he grins. "I'm better!" he yells. Pulling out his own horn, Hook starts blasting out a battle tune. And yes, he's doing it well!

Long Haul, in the meanwhile...doesn't play the horn. Which is fine, considering he's not that good at it. But that's enough from him, because he's really a background Mook of a character.

Slag soars down into view from the skies above.

Slag has arrived.

Okay, guess it'll be a game of 'follow the sound of the horns' today. Or something. "Six short, one tall. Doesn't sound promisin', Grimlock." Jazz says, "Just keep yer sensors peeled for anythin' unusual."

Stock Car rolls along with the other Autobots. "Oh, it's not so bad, Jazz." Smokescreen would no doubt grin, had he a face right now. "I mean, remember that time back on Korialis, when we had an entire shipful of Decepticons chasing us around?"

Grimlock nods to Jazz and produces his weaponry from Subspace, "Me Grimlock think odds not good for Autobots but think we not have choice. Think weak humans need Autobots and Dinobots now. " He gestures to Smokescreen with his sword, "Me Grimlock say you cover area and mae Decepticons get close.." he brings his galaxial rocket launcher up and checks it quickly, "Me Grimlock will take larger target..it most likely leader."

Slag flies next to Grimlock "Me Slag still wonder why me Slag has to risk neck for stupid humans who no like us anyway." The resident misguided child pulls out his sword from subspace. "Me Slag ready for whatever we find...whatever we find...it burns."

Scrapper grunts at Hun-Grrr as they continue their flight. He'd been dreading this for weeks now. He's had all this time to think up a good battlecry and it all comes down to this. No pressure or anything. Thankfully, Scrapper has a fairly gruff and tough voice. "Autobots!!" he tests, "Leave this place or join my art collection!" He clenches his fist for effect. Then, after, he looks at Hun-Grrr. "There, how was that? I really think that the music in the background helps the threatening tone." Scrapper notes, jabbing a thumb at Hook and Mixmaster, analyzing the battlecry as if it was a piece of artwork. Either way, Scrapper then points forward at the plant just outside of London that's just coming into view now. "Going to be a dark night in England." he chuckles.

Mixmaster throws a dramatic bit at the end of Scrapper's threat. Just because.

Hook doesn't pause his playing, he just keeps on blaring. He does, however, blare a LOUD note at the end of Scrapper's line. Alright, the Autobots should know where Hook is anyway. Haha, the Autobots are going to suffer...a Devastating defeat...

Mixy peers at the landscape beneath them after lowering his trumpet. "Are we th.. Where is our target, Anyway?" He mutters. "I've been itching for a rematch with those Auto-tards since last time we merged." Yup, Devastator is going to ROCK THE CASBAH tonight.

Beatdown still sits there, unsure of what to do for the time being. He's already run over all the hobos and tramps he can get his hands on. Still, an order's an order...

The Terrorcon Khan chuckles a bit at Scrapper as they fly, "Well.. I suppose it'll do... I don't see any fleeing prey though... we'll have to work on the delivery... other than that..." he pauses and raises his halberd above his head, "It was glorious!" He laughs loudly, "I prefer mine though, Scrapper... you have to bellow it out like this!" another pause, "For Angelisk!" he roars.

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Beatdown 2m 3m ---

Mixmaster 3m 11s ---

Hook 4m 29s ---

Scrapper 7m 0s ---

Slag 9m 1m ---

Grimlock 12m 5s ---

Smokescreen 12m 3m ---

Jazz 15m 7s ---

Autobot Hovercraft (Senti --- --- ---

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Grimlock hears the Decepticon's challenge and ends any sort of formalities. He doesn't think they're here to talk and decides to just get the party started, "Dinobots, Autobots. Destroy the Decepticons!!" The Dinobot swings his own form of musical instrument towards the flying Decepticons and triggers off a dual shot at the Constructicon leader with a percussive **BOOM**

<Decepticon> Beatdown says, "Okay sir, whats the plan again?"

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Smash London, take the energon. Laugh about it later."

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

Grimlock strikes you with Galaxial Missile Launcher: Dual Fire Mode for 22 points of damage.

Of course Jazz can figure out where /that/ is coming from. "Autobots, defend the city, but try an' watch out for the humans." And with that, he transforms himself, "Now all we gotta do is get 'em away from the city..." and looks for an open shot. He ain't nobody's artwork. No-sir.

Slag flies towards the Decepticon formation sword in one hand and the other fist stretched forward a la Superman. The dinobot does not slow down...at all. He just keeps flying into the middle of the Decepticon formation but aiming at someone in particular. Slag's fist seems to become bigger...bigger OH "/$$ it's closing on Mixmaster! "Me Slag hit harder than speeding bullet."

Slag strikes Mixmaster with Dino punch!.

Stock Car speeds on up, skidding to a halt on the outskirts of the city, whereupon he pops up in robot mode, weapons armed and at the ready. He can't help but wince as Grimlock sets loose with that missile launcher of his. While the Dinobots get dug in, Smokescreen just stays back for the time being, looking for an appropriate target. Lots of Decepticons. Constructicons, even. The threat is, of course, obvious: Devastator = Bad.

And so, Smokescreen glances around, hoping to draw one of them away- seeing as of how Mixmaster & Scrapper are already being shot at...Hook! Smokescreen raises his rifle and draws a bead on the Constructicon, firing off a single shot- not with the intent to hurt, but more along the intent to just sort of 'Annoy.'

"Ah, Hook! You pretentious hack! The Junkyard just called! They told me to tell you that they don't want you to redesign the place after all, once they realized they had STANDARDS!"

With a changing of parts and that telltale sound, an otherwise Mundane Stock car converts to the Autobot Smokescreen.

Smokescreen strikes Hook with Spark!.

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

Mixmaster is an Alchemist! Mixmaster, is an Anarchist! He know what he wants and he knows how to get it, he wants to destroy, Dinobots...!

But unfortunately, they get the drop on him! "Aaah! He punched me!" The Alchemist yelps, as he tries to flee from Slag's horrid horrid fist. "Scrapper, They've got Dinobots, we're going to need to fight stupid with stupid!"

Hook stops and hovers as...well, as Smokescreen shoot of his pistol AND his vocalizer. "Shut your mouth, weenie!" he shouts. He flies down to aim at the weenie boy. We all live in a yellow submarine...and Smoke gets the boot. Survivor: London style! Hook sqeezes the trigger of his blaster, hopefully hitting Smokescreen. He flies back up to Scrapper. "It's bad news, Scrapper, they're bringing out the heavy artillery!" he callzs mockingly.

Hook strikes Smokescreen with Laser Gun <Higher Level>.

Hun-Grrr isn't targetted by the Autobot defenders of the area. Hun-Grrr is disappointed and lets everyone know it when he releases a howling roar of disapproval, "What?! Prey wants to attack my hunting companions and not me? I am Khan Hun-Grrr! Have at you prey! Who will step up to be the next trophy for my Den?!" Hun-Grrr spins his halberd around above him before he rockets towards the ground, towards the Autobots. He's diving strait into the mess... and without a gun out... just his Halberd.

Scrapper actually flutters a few more feet away from Hun-Grrr as he bellows his battlecry. "Wow, that's not too bad." Scrapper glances at his brothers, "Though in this case I think that we six just might have you beat." The seven are now over the plant, and he's starting to wonder where Beatdown is hiding. He had damn well better be here. Scrapper spots a police car down below. MAYBE IT'S HIM. Scrapper doesn't shoot it, though, to find out. Instead he, along with the other Constructicons up in the air, is about to issue the order to attack when suddenly... *Dinobots, Autobots. Destroy the Decepticons!!* "Eh? What the- Aw, slag!" Nope, not Slag. Not this time, anyway! Being too slow in the air, the explosion of the twin rockets literally blows Scrapper away. The sheer force carries Scrapper quite a ways, and once he's seen again, his entire front armour is pitch black and there's sparks shooting from his arms. His crimson optical visor blazes from this unprovoked sneak attack! Unprovoked. Right. "Looks like I'm going to get to test out my theory, Hun-Grrr..." Scrapper flies over to Mixmaster while still in mid-air. "Think we're easy to pick off one at a time, eh Grimlock? Well how about you go for the whole thing all at once?!" Hearing Hook, Scrapper nods knowingly, "Then we'll bring out the HEAVIER artillery - Constructicons UNITE!!"

While still flying high in the air, Scrapper shifts into vehicle mode and angles down briefly as Long Haul expertly connects to him and Scrapper's fellow leg while already growing in size. Hook swiftly merges with Scavenger and Bonecrusher to form the biggest fists this side of Metroplex, each with a vice-like grip. Long Haul and Hook complete the giant robot, and Devastator's optics shine brightly with fury times six. Look it's Lucy in the Sky. No diamonds, though.

The Constructicon Supreme, still up high in the air, falls downwards, and with an earthshattering (literally!) explosion, Devastator smashes his now battered twin feet into the pavement outside the plant. Ignoring the task of gathering energon, Devastator glares balefully and silently at his enemies, waiting for them to try their pitiful little moves again.

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!

Smokescreen's plan goes awry, as his little bolt of annoyance has done nothing but earn him a white-hot plasma shot to the chest. "Ow!" Smokescreen is sent reeling backwards and is again reminded why he's not a frontline combatant. Or, rather, why he SHOULDN'T be a frontline combatant.

And so, they're left with Devastator...and Hun-Grr. Well, THIS ought to be interesting. And probably painful. "Jazz!" Smokescreen says, falling back. "Let the Dinobots clobber on Devastator- let's take this guy down first!" He gestures to Hun Grr as the 'This Guy' and proceeds to set loose with a barrage from his rifle, sending a flurry of magnetically-acellerated acid pellets at him!

Grimlock returns his weapons to subspace and cracks his knuckles as the Constructicons unite into their Devistator mode. A few large steps are taken and Grimlock transforms into his Dinobot mode effortlessly, and thunders towards the green behemoth with a window rattling roar, ""RAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!" He doesn't stop thundering or roaring as he closes and immediately goes to take a bite out of the gestalt's leg hopping to at least annoy the larger mechanoid.

Grimlock falls on to his hands as he begins to shift and turn, his legs fold up to form his back and his wings wrap around his upperbody to form the chest, finally a tooth filled dinosauroid head emerges from his back as the Dinobot commander quickly takes on the menacing form of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Tyranosaurus Grimlock strikes you with T-Rex Bite for 7 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 91%

Remaining Armor: 445

Slag peaks behind and notices the jolly green giant has formed. "Oh great more to deal with." The dinobot halts his flight and lands in dino mode behind Devastator. The Triceratops eyes Devastator from bottom to top. "Me Slag did not know they could stack scrap that high." The walking furnace of anger let's loose a jet of white hot flame across the gestalt's back.

The fists retract and the legs execute a 180 degree spin backwards which result in Slag falling on all fours in Triceratop mode.

And of course, since there's a flying sword-weilding nutjob on the loose in London, one Autobot has to take that case, to dream the impossible dream and take out the khan of the Deceptikhans. And that Autobot happens to be right in the middle of things, and ready to go. Ignoring the formation of Devastator, since the others are already working on them, Jazz turns to the Terrorcon, to keep the bad-boy busy. "I don't think anyone's gonna be hangin' in your den, Hun-Grrr." He tells the Decepticon with a cheery grin, "And you'd better be prayin' that your prey won't bite ya back."

Jazz cuts loose with that laser blast, hoping that that'll make the halbred go away, since he doesn't have a sword himself. Jazz with a sword... now that'd be an interesting sight, now wouldn't it? A swashbuckling dude, with a tude... "I'm on it, Smokey. If ya wanna keep helpin' the Dinobots."

Triceratops <Slag> strikes you with Searing Flame <High> for 7 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 89%

Remaining Armor: 438

Jazz strikes Hun-Grrr with laser.

At the beginning no one was focusing on the Mighty Hunter of the Terror Clan... now... two Autobots are targetting him... and doing so quite effectively. Acid Pellets and laser blasts sear away heavy armor from the mighty hunter. The Hunter had plenty of opportunity before to let loose with his Sonic Cannon... but he wanted to feel the pain he was going to cause them. He wanted to feel his Halberd severe limbs and fuel pumps... and who is Hun-Grrr going to focus on? The one who shot him with some lasers. Sure the acid was annoying... but the lasers were brighter... and thus made it possible for the Elite Hunter to track where it came from. Jazz is his target, and the mighty Khan swoops down towards him. His Halberd is held up above him, and is poised to strike. When Hun-Grrr gets close, he turns off his flight systems, lands infront of Jazz and screams, "For Angelisk!" Before swinging with his mighty weapon.

Hun-Grrr misses Jazz with his Halberd of Angelisk attack.

You have set the custom name for attack g_kick in mode 1 to "Get Back!."

The jolly green behemoth is good old Blighty! And boy oh boy, is Devastator angry. He clenches both fists as he yells an intense howl of rage at the various Autobots on the ground. "LONDON CALLING..." The brute yells, "...FOR DESTRUCTION!! AND THE DEVASTATOR SHALL ANSWER!!"

His chestplate is singed by Slag as his Mixmaster foot is knawed on by Grimlock. "RAAAAAGH!" Devastator yells in anger.

"GET BACK! GET BACK TO WHERE YOU ONCE BELONG!"

Grimlock easily evades your attack, his angry roar signaling your doom.

The large Dino eveades the even larger foot of the mighty green giant. For now small is good and while the foot is swinging Grimlock decides to try and send the giant to his can if he manages to strike the planted foot. Another growl escapes the Dinobot leader and he charges towards the other leg of Devastator trying to deliver the headbutt, "Me Grimlock say time to get down!"

Tyranosaurus Grimlock strikes you with Dinobot Headbutt for 10 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 87%

Remaining Armor: 428

Triceratops <Slag> pouts as he sees his last attack did not seem to do much damage. "Me Slag try something else." The Triceratops moves closer and tries to smack Devastator behind one of his legs with his tail. Ok he's not Snarl but hey a tailslap by a dino always stings a little bit...I hope.

Triceratops <Slag> strikes you with Tail smash! for 6 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 86%

Remaining Armor: 422

Ducking under and around the halbred's swipe, Jazz just shakes his head, "You really are focused... But ya need t'work on not projectin' your attacks before ya... oh hey. Why am I tellin' ya that kinda thing anyhow?" He swings both fists around, aiming for the back of Hun-Grr's head. Though that'd be a real long shot, since the Terrorcon Kahn is bigger than him. Either way though. Swing battah! "Nevermind me." Song reference? Why bother? Jazz has his own sound track anyhow.

Jazz strikes Hun-Grrr with *WHACK*.

"Like heck I'm letting you take on ol' double-ugly here on your own, Jazz!" Smokescreen quips as he takes a few more steps back. Looks like the Dinobots are doing fairly well against Devastator...for now, at the least. But back to the matter at hand: TerrorKhan!

Smokescreen raises his rifle to fire- yet at the last, irritating moment, it goes 'click!'- not enough charge. Smokescreen whips the gun downward and begins to fiddle with it- though Hun-Grr shall not go forgotten! Smokescreen whips his left hand up, whereupon his fingertips open, revealing the quintet of concealed machine guns inside, which naturally plug away with a steady stream of lead.

Smokescreen strikes Hun-Grrr with Fifty Caliber Fingertips!.

The Mighty Khan missed? He missed with his favored weapon? The Halberd of Angelisk? This can not be. Hun-Grrr emits a loud uninterrupted roar after missing, "How can prey dodge my mighty weapon?!" Then the whack across his noggin and Hungry looks down at Jazz, "OooOooo... what RESILIANT prey!" Hun-Grrr sounds pleased and is prepared to strike when he is further angered by an attack from the rear. Ballistic weapons make small craters in his heavy armor, and a roar is emitted. Hun-Grrr turns to look towards the direction of the shots... and his optical sensors fall upon Smokescreen, "NO!" Hun-Grrr shouts in a commanding voice, "One prey at a time!" Hun-Grrr emits one more roar, which activates his transformation sequence. After a few moments, the Two-Headed Dragon mode of Hun-Grrr stands infront of Jazz, but is facing Smokescreen, "The Mighty Khan of the Terror Horde will crush you after I crush this first prey...." The Khan emits his intentions... rather stupidly, "You will learn to wait your turn!" And with that, both mouths of the beast open up and a stream of flame erupts from them... threatening to intercept with Smokescreen's frame.

The Khan of the Terror Horde transforms into his two-headed monster form.

Two-Headed Creature (Hun-Grrr) strikes Smokescreen with Flaming Inferno.

Devastator bellows as he gets his feet attacked. "GGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" the monster screams loudly, jerking his foot up. Too high!! "AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Devastator yells flailing. He topples off-balance, falling towards the ground. Uh, oh! If I fell in love with you... But no! Devastator is falling...falling...towards Smokescreen! RUN, SMOKESCREEN! Hahaha...

You strike Smokescreen with SQUISHY!.

Smokescreen falls to the ground unconscious.

Tyranosaurus Grimlock sees Smokescreen go down and increases the intensity of his attack on the Decepticon green bean. He charges towards the fallen giant and manuvers to where the behemoth's head is. He knows the brain is too small to really damage but he can perhaps blind the giant. As he nears the top of MT Devastator he swings his tail towards the red optics hoping to rattle some Constructicon diodes, "Slag continue attack Decepticon must be smashed!"

Tyranosaurus Grimlock strikes you with Tailswipe Power Strike for 17 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 82%

Remaining Armor: 405

Triceratops <Slag> watches in awe as the giant falls...and falls...and WHAM! The ground shakes as Devastator connects with the pavement the dinobot actually has to brace himself not to lose his balance from the shock. A quick look around to see Grimlock is still in shape while Jazz has the situation under control and Smokescreen...That coward! He ran away to hide in some hole. .oO(Me Slag need a talk about courage with Sports-Car-with-wacky-paintjob. Slag does not waste an instant and moves to another spot so he can roast a bit more of the green giant.

Triceratops <Slag> strikes you with Searing Flame <Low> for 1 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 82%

Remaining Armor: 404

Smokescreen is neatly...lit on fire by Hun Grr's attack. "Ow. Ow. OW!" The diversionary tactician backpedals, vainly attempting to bat out the flames all across his frame- he finally puts himself out with a "Whew."- and quite a few scorch marks over his frame. Not too pleasant, but he'll live.

"Now, is that the BEST you can do, you two-headed pile of-" And then a shadow falls over Smokescreen. A very, very dark shadow. "Slag?" Smokescreen glances up, just long enough to let slip a high pitched "Oh shit!" and then...

*CRUNCH*

At least they made Devastator fall down? Yay team?

Hey. What can we say? Jazz is just. That. Good.

Of course, he's also a whole lot faster than Hungry. Jazz makes note of Hun-grrr setting his friend on fire, then Devastator doing him the favor of putting out the fire--- though he's really sure that there is a better way of doing it than that--- and goes back to getting the Terror's attention again, so that the Dinobots have a few more minutes of beating on Devastator.

Not that Hun-Grrr is really going to let him get away, now that Jazz is the announced Prey. For now. "Aww, now whatcha have to go and do that for?" He asks the terror, "Not like he was gettin' under your skin with that comment about being double ugly, was he?" Yes, he's worried about the crunched Smokescreen. But that can't be helped right now. Not with the attack of the killer robots on the loose. "Maybe this'll toss some light on the subject." He quips, tossing photons Hungry's way.

The Mighty Two Headed Khan watches Smokescreen ignite into flames due to his firey breath. The Khan laughs as he watches Smokescreen bat at the flames, "Funny little prey... dance all you want... it won't-" his words are cut off when Devestator suddenly falls ontop of Smokescreen. The Khan is bewildered at first then his mood brightens, "Hahahahahahahahahohohohoho! Thank you Mighty Hunter Companion! Thank you for your assistance in ridding me of that nuissance!" The Khan turns around to face Jazz just in time to get a face (Not both) full of photons, "GRAH!" Hun-Grrr roars loudly and lashes out semi-blindly with his foreclaws, attempting to do some damage while he attempts to recalibrate one head's set of optical sensors.

Two-Headed Creature (Hun-Grrr) strikes Jazz with Claw Swipe.

Devastator is unaware that he... well, turned Smokescreen into a pancake. The Constructicon Supreme lays on his back, trying to shield himself with his hands from the two vicious, vicious Dinobots who are now swarming him. Grimlock manages to evade his flailing hand and smash a good one right on Devatator's, tearing off a very large chunk of it. Internal circuitry showing from Devatator's right cheek all the way to his silver forehead, the bellow of rage is unimaginable. The flame, this close to his now torn face, hurts Devastator's optics but otherwise does not harm him. Slowly but surely, the Constructicon rises to his knees, and then to his feet. He is either unaware or uncaring that Hun-Grrr is speaking to him, as the behemoth ignores his appreciation. "COME AND GET IT!" He roars at the two Dinobots still assaulting him. Devastator raises his Scavenger arm up and touches his own face, feeling the severe damage that's been dealt to it. This calls for drastic action. Devastator takes one huge step towards Slag and attempts to pick him up. If successful, he'll throw the Dinobot at his larger brother in attempt to get two for one. Should Slag evade, Devastator shall simply rip off part of the plant's wall (which Beatdown has abandoned!) and hurl that at Grimlock instead. Either way, something gets thrown, and hopefully something gets hit.

Devastator unleashes its Throw attack on Grimlock and Slag, striking Slag.

Tyranosaurus Grimlock ducks the incoming Slag and continues his vengeful assault on Devastator, his optics flaring angrily, "Me Grimlock say you slower than car with no wheels Devastator. Think it time you run back to Decepticon leader and get ugly face repaired. " The dinobot moves forward again and tries to shred one of Dev's legs with his claws.

Tyranosaurus Grimlock strikes you with T-Rex Kick for 2 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 82%

Remaining Armor: 402

Triceratops <Slag> gets yanked up by Devastator spitting fire in every direction in the vain hope to break free. Alas the dinobot gets flung at Grimlock "BWHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." The flying Triceratops sails past Grimlock and crashes into the wall of a Supermarket. Only Slag's behind is sticking out from the half collapsed wall. "Me Slag got an owie." The angry dinobot spits out a case of beer and a few boxes of kraft dinner then proceeds to pull himself out of there.

Slag turns around and looks at Devastator...Smoke can be seen coming from dinobot's eyes...The walking furnace of anger charges with firm intent to hopefully mangle mixmaster or Scrapper whichever leg he gets to hit.

Triceratops <Slag> strikes you with Full steam charge! for 18 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 78%

Remaining Armor: 384

Ow. That slash hurt. Right down to the ... well. It's left clawmarks across the arm thrown up to protect the face.

Jazz grins at the dual headed beast, "Ya really should get those sharpened." He remarks, "Or maybe not. Cos I sure don't need ya to be dangerous, or anythin'." He takes swing at the nearest face, before he steps away. Hopefully it's the already damaged one, so's to keep Hungry off-balance.

Jazz strikes Two-Headed Creature (Hun-Grrr) with Punch.

The already damaged right noggin of Hun-Grrr rears back slightly under the force of the blow from Jazz. A snarl is emitted from the other head, "You?! Prey mock me? The Mighty Khan of the glorious Terror Clan.. you mock me? I beleive you... you must be mad with fear! Yes! That has to be it. The Might Khan can not be mocked by a sane Prey! Oh no no no! HahahahahaHAAAAAA!" At the end of the laughter Hun-Grrr's undamaged head releases a stream of flame, not unlike that which he utilized against Smokescreen.

Two-Headed Creature (Hun-Grrr) strikes Jazz with Flame Breath.

Devastator is getting hot foot! Only, instead of flames, there are giant robotic Dinosaurs! Mixmaster's drum gets punctured by a Triceratops horn, while the Scrapper leg suffers some superficial damage. Devastator's feet aren't happy. "IRRITATING DINOBOTS.. THINK THEY CAN STOP THE DEVASTATOR." The Scavenger arm (the one with the slightest level of co-ordination of the two) retrieves his gigantic cannon from Subspace. "NOONE CAN STOP ME!! YOU ARE ONLY MAKING THE DEVASTATOR ANGRY!! HRRAAAAGGH!" And then the module with the greatest complex (and therefore the most interesting character,) who killed Prowl singlehandedly in the movie, and the perfect idiot to work alongside Bonecrusher, pulls the trigger on Devastator's mighty weapon, aiming for Grimlock. If he doesn't want to get shot, he'd better Run!

(App Scavenger.)

You strike Tyranosaurus Grimlock with Run like Hell!.

Sane? Who said anything about Jazz being sane? He's standing around getting blasted by fire... but at least, once he dampens the flames, and steps through like ... well... like the cool dude he is, he's still grinning. Like a crazyman. "Yeah you're really terrifyin'. I'm shakin' in my boots." He chuckles. "You're just two heads o' annoyin', rather than one." And with that the sounds of a missile launch commence. Yep. It's a missile. Going towards the two headed Hun-Grrr.

Jazz strikes Two-Headed Creature (Hun-Grrr) with Missile.

Triceratops <Slag> continues his onslaught against Devastator's leg and starts chewing on Mixmaster's drum. "Me Slag munch metal." The dinobot bites and chews and pulls and shakes trying to rip off parts of armor. Kinda like a very dumb dog playing with some expensive chew toy.

Triceratops <Slag> strikes you with Chew toy! for 2 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 78%

Remaining Armor: 382

The dinobot commander is enveloped by the blast and leans forward into it. He is quickly pushed back along the ground, still upright, with his golden talons shredding the ground as he is moved back. An unwary Earth police car is split in half by the Dinobot Commander as he continues backward, eventually stopping just shy of a large building. The Dinobot shakes his head as smoke clears from his body, his armor dented and scorched by the blast. Slowly he lifts his optics to where Devstator stands, "Me Grimlock wonder if that all you have Decepticon?" The relentless Autobot then charges forward, his feet churning up the same ground they were pushed through, tearing the remains of the police car asunder as he moves back towards Dev. As he nears Grimlock's mouth opens and sends a gout of flame the Decepticon's way, "Time for hotfoot!!"

Tyranosaurus Grimlock strikes you with Fire Breath for 1 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 78%

Remaining Armor: 381

Police Car <Streetwise> comes flying around a corner and sees Devestator once again, oh great not that giant menace again, he loads a photon charge and targets the giant lime green menace and launches the charge once the targeting sensors log on. As the charge is released he switches on the speakers and shouts "Hey Devestator try this on."

Police Car <Streetwise> strikes you with Photon Blast for 3 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 77%

Remaining Armor: 378

Armor is blasted in large quantities from the large form of the Two Headed Dragon. Through the entire explosion a roar coming from the belly of the beast can be heard intermixed with the sounds of the explosion. The heat and shockwave of the attack do a number on the mighty TerrorKhan. When the flames and explosion subside, a severely damaged dragon stands there infront of Jazz, "I..." he starts to speak in a lower tone, "I like my prey to be RESILIANT!" he shouts triumphantly, "It makes the kill so much more enjoyable!" With that, the mighty Khan starts to lumber forward and towards his Autobot prey. With one head, the damaged head, he reaches down to the ground to take a bite out of it... while the second head reaches for Jazz... to take a bite out of him!

Two-Headed Creature (Hun-Grrr) strikes Jazz with Devour.

Devastator laughs at Grimlock as he gives the Dinobrain a plasma bath. The laugh is a horrible, grating sound, filling the air with its dark intent. Or something like that. Hey, Jude! Come watch the show! As Grimlock blows Devastator, the machine growls. It doesn't hurt, but... "DIE STUPIDD DINOBUTT!!!" he screams, pulling his fist back... SWWWING, Battah!

Grimlock easily evades your attack, his angry roar signaling your doom.

Triceratops <Slag> runs away from Devastator to get some more running ground and charges again this time picking up a bit more speed. "Me Slag going to wipe stupid grin off stupid face." The dinobot charges through the debris in the street crushing pieces of asphalt, knocking a car out of the way. He wants a perfect impact...

Triceratops <Slag> strikes you with Three Horns in the Gut for 8 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 75%

Remaining Armor: 370

Police Car <Streetwise> slams on the brakes and winds up right under Devestator as the giant robot swings at Grimlock, an idea comes to his head, he transforms aims his gun in the air and fires at the gestalt hoping for a resonance effect.

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.

Streetwise strikes you with Photon Pistol (pain) for 3 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 75%

Remaining Armor: 367

As the massive fist comes swinging merily in Grimlock steps back a few feet and lets it pass, "Me Grimlock say thank you..now smoking gone..." he comments smuggly. The Dinobot commander hears Slag's charge and steps to the side to allow his brother to pass before moving to attack the gestalt himself, his attack aimed for a leg, the patented Dinobot head butt. He hopes if the green guy falls it will be on the Terrorcon...at least that would be productive.

Tyranosaurus Grimlock strikes you with Dinobot Headbutt for 9 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 73%

Remaining Armor: 358

"Ouch," Is the response to the little nip that the dragon took out of Jazz. "That's just kinda annoying." He says. Of course he had to duck out of the way before the Terrorkahn decided to nip something vital... From the ground, he sorta does a nifty jumping number to use his feet to try and kick the dragon out of his path. "Stand still for a minute--" He tells the dragon, a moment before launching...

Jazz strikes Two-Headed Creature (Hun-Grrr) with Kung Fu Kick.

CPT

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Name Last pose Idle Last non-area attack

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Jazz 3m 32s hit Hun-Grrr w/ kick

Grimlock 4m 1m hit Devastator w/ blow

Streetwise 4m 1m hit Devastator w/ electricity

Slag 6m 2m hit Devastator w/ ram

Devastator 7m --- missed Grimlock w/ g_punch

Hun-Grrr 12m 3m hit Jazz w/ bite

Smokescreen 45m 4m hit Hun-Grrr w/ ballistic

Autobot Hovercraft (Senti --- --- ---

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Type 'cpthelp' for help. Code by Pathfinder

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Devastator is still holding his Solar Energy Rifle even as Grimlock proves why he's the leader of the Dinobots by avoiding the secondary attack. Lets quickly review, however. Half of Devastator's face has been torn off, Mixmaster has been bitten and burnt, Scrapper, Hook, and Mixmaster blasted before the order to unite, and now Devastator has to worry about Slag smashing into him with those three pronged horns again. Devastator goes sliding back on his tushie with three gore marks on Long Haul's front cab. Yes, the Constructicon is starting to show the wear and tear of all the assaults on him. Streetwise's blast careens off Bonecrusher's ultra thick hide and does no damage, while Grimlock put a heavy head-shaped dent in the high heel of death that is Scrapper. Ignoring the taunts of the Dinobots, Devastator, still armed with his rifle, takes steady aim point blank on Slag. The rifle hasn't entirely recharged, but at this range it's liable to do somethin' fun.

You strike Triceratops <Slag> with Solar Energy Rifle - Low Setting.

Hun-Grrr isn't known for moving fast on his feet... and he definately does as Jazz states... at least he unintentionally does. The two heads of the dragon chew what they have taken from both the ground and Jazz. The Autobot comes in and strikes one head square on the side. The head swivels to the side a bit, but manages to right itself and face Jazz once more. The duo of heads snort out smoke as the angered Elite Hunter growls, "How about the prey lie down and let the hunter go in for the kill?" Hun-Grrr asks as he raises his heads up into the air. His necks stretch out and then before you know it, both heads and brought back down, and the mouths of both heads open wide. From within the gaping maws burst forth a pair of projectiles.

Triceratops <Slag> sees the green giant lift the rifle towards him and looks down to protect his eyes almost curling into a ball but without the moaning and crying thing. The blast nails the dinobot bot dead on leaving a wobbling, scorched and smoking ball of metal in the middle of the street. The dinobot takes a few seconds to notice he still has all his pieces just...a bit more baked than before. "Me Slag felt that. Maybe you feel this." The tips of Slag's horns begin to glow an eerie yellow just before a volley of triple blasts shoot off towards Devastator.

Triceratops <Slag> strikes you with Tri-Horn Blaster for 3 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 72%

Remaining Armor: 355

Streetwise watches as the shot hits but seems to have on effect. So he reloads and fires again shouting " Hey you stupid Con eat this." This could be either brilliantly successful or highly stupid we shall have to wait and see.

Streetwise strikes you with Photon Pistol (pain) for 7 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 71%

Remaining Armor: 348

The flying loogie of death! Now that hurt.

Jazz is pretty staggered by that pair of missiles. He's not ready to go down quite yet though.. Oh wait. No... he's down for a mom--er... he's going to regain his bearings. And come back onto his feet. Spitting, he brushes a bit of the dust off of what's left of his armour, "That's all ya got? Ain't got no style, Kahn." He says, smiling again, though not quite as brightly as before. "lessee... missile missile...Oh.." The photon rifle again. Point and shoot, and hope that it blinds.... Of course, since the player is starting to fade, this pose is probably longer than it really should be, and makes less sense. Point. Shoot. Yay.

Tyranosaurus Grimlock growls deeply as he sweeps around to the side of the Decepticon, his tail warming up for another, hopefully homerun causing, swing. Grimlock crouches down and throws his hip into it, swinging for the fences as he tries to deleg the mighty Green Gestalt.

Jazz strikes Two-Headed Creature (Hun-Grrr) with Photon shot.

Tyranosaurus Grimlock strikes you with Tailswipe Power Strike for 18 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 67%

Remaining Armor: 330

Hun-Grrr laughs boisterously after he has released his crude payload of explosive goodness. The Mighty Khan of the Terrorcons laughs loudly, "Hahahahahahahohohoho!" He laughs even with all the damage that his body has taken. Then the photon blast again from Jazz Miester. The photons collide with the larger form of Hun-Grrr, and what's left of his heads' armor is shattered off... revealing armored endo-skeleton. The Terrorcon is looking terrible right now... How much more can the Khan take? Apparently he wants more. The Khan steps forward, momentarily blinded by the photons emitted at his heads, "GRAH! I'll take you DOWN prey!" Hun-Grrr declares as he charges forward heads flailing, forelegs having a chance to swing every now and again... Hun-Grrr's basically trying to bully his way through Jazz... by bowling him over with his own weight and with the multiple blows.

Two-Headed Creature (Hun-Grrr) misses Jazz with his Thrash attack.

Devastator roars!! You DON'T shoot Devatator in the frikken gonads! You just DON'T! The machine bellows in rage. Hook is enraged. Hook HATES Streetwise. "PUNY LITTLE DEFENSOR PART! YOU SHALL KNOW THE STUPIDITY OF YOUR ATTACK!!!!! GAAAH!" The great machine lifts it foot, and prepares itself. "DIE, FOOLISH BUG!" Uh, oh... Mixmaster comes down, aimed for Streetwise's head. Well, we have a Smokescreen pancake, how about a Streetwise crepe to go on the side? Hahaha... THUNK!! Hit or miss, Devastator's gonna create a huge thundering sound.

You strike Streetwise with You do NOT shoot at Devastator's gonads, FOOL!!!!.

Streetwise falls to the ground unconscious.

Long Haul has connected.

Mixmaster has disconnected.

Tyranosaurus Grimlock is not surprised the the Big D has managed to drop another Autobot but it doesn't deter him from continuing, no Grimlock doesn't give up so easily. Even though he's battered and beaten he continues to attack without pause. The Dino once again tries to take a bite out of the Decepticon, this time going for that same beaten down leg that has taken so much before.

DepthCharge has arrived.

Tyranosaurus Grimlock strikes you with T-Rex Bite for 2 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 67%

Remaining Armor: 328

Triceratops <Slag> backs away from Devastator after seeing Streetwise bite the medium one. This is not an easy task, infact it is quite the challenge. A nice change from them cardboard seekers the Decepticons throw at him. The dinobot prepares for another flame bath. "Me Slag say plateful of extra crispy Constructicons...coming up!" Slag spits forth a stream of seering white-hot flame.

Jazz wobbles, missing the bit about the Streetwise crepe. Also taking the time to seem to causally not be there while the rumbling Hungry type thrashes through where he was standing. "Nice try-- but ya really shouldn't call me prey, an' you should probably go on home 'fore you fall apart." He aims a smack at the backside of the dragon, since he's probably overshot Jazz by now.

Triceratops <Slag> strikes you with Searing Flame <High> for 12 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 64%

Remaining Armor: 316

Jazz strikes Two-Headed Creature (Hun-Grrr) with smack.

Streetwise smiles as he hits Devestator again in the nads, unfortunately this time the lime green one notices him and smashes him like a pancake. It does much damage, not catastrophic but enough to shut him down until a medic can do some work on him, and with that he crumples to the ground and his optics go dim.

Devastator is starting to enjoy the Autobot cars. One hit and it's all over for them. Suckers. "NEVER DEFY ME AGAIN!" he warns the Protectobot gravely. But these Dinobots... these Dinobots are truly a match for the Constructicon Supreme. Devastator tries to move Mixmaster away from being bitten by Grimlock, but the King gets a good chunk out of the drum anyway. There goes the usual plan of using that drum for transporting stolen energon. Devastator roars his displeasure at Slag and Grimlock still being within the land of the living. Devastator covers his badly scarred face as Slag burns his entire body, charring off flakes of armouring. The plate of extra crispy Construticons charges the triceratops, and Bonecrusher, the mightiest of all the components, aims to plant his fist down on Slag's backside to smoosh him into the ground. "LEAVE OR FALL!" Devastator roars. The six Constructicons are vaguely aware that the plan to get energon isn't going too well, but there's no stopping the behemoth now. He's hip deep in Dinobots and he ain't going to stop for anything. And so, Devastator vents his rage upon Slag with the full might of Bonecrusher.

The Khan continues to thrash around with his limbs and body, but he feels no impact with anything. The Autobot must have moved out of his way! He wasn't supposed to do that! The Mighty Khan stops his thrashing about, shuts off his optical sensors and just roars loudly in anger and frustration, "No! The Khan's prey does not avoid being struck down! The Khan's prey takes the beating like any Hunter would!" The Khan's optical sensors are reactivated and once again they are calibrated to see. He can see just in time to get smacked in the backside by Jazz. What is this? This is follishness! Why can he not take down this prey like so many others? And now this prey has the audacity to strike him in such a way? The Autobot is correct though, he's barely holding himself together... but his desire to hunt... to take down this 'prey' they are what is really holding Hun-Grrr together. The rage is building up inside of him. His body doesn't bother to turn around... his heads simply swivel around to either side of his body and frlom the gaping maw flames jet out in Jazz's direction.

You have set the custom name for attack g_blow in mode 1 to "Bonecrushing Blow."

Two-Headed Creature (Hun-Grrr) strikes Jazz with Raging Inferno.

You strike Triceratops <Slag> with Bonecrushing Blow.

The Dinobot dodges around Dev to attack Mix once more, his rage growing as the Decepticon continues it's rampage. Grimlock casually glances up at the back of the behemoth's leg and sends a pair of disruptor beams toward the drum in hopes of weakening his enemy further.

Tyranosaurus Grimlock strikes you with Dinobot Eye Beams for 1 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 64%

Remaining Armor: 315

Triceratops <Slag> winces as Devastator's blow nails him across the 'spine' of his dino mode. You can see the pain over Slag's face as all four knees buckle letting the triceratops fall flat on it's belly. Realizing that all this beating up is taking it's toll and that he will not be able to get up in time. Slag opts for another ranged attack in order to buy him a few seconds before closing in melee range again. The tips of Slag's horns start glowing again and shoot forth several electrical blasts.

Triceratops <Slag> strikes you with Tri-Horn Blaster for 1 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 64%

Remaining Armor: 314

Momentarilly distracted by the need to check and see how his team is doing, Jazz is struck by Hun-Grrr's fire. Which burns and stings. And stings some more. And... we really don't have to go there any more than that. Of course he's not going to let up at this point either. "You really should just take yer friends and go home," He tells the Terror. Of course the fact that he's starting onto the 'not in such great shape' track himself, it could apply equally. He charges for the Terror, intending... well.... not quite sure, but it has something to do with knocking the two heads together.

Jazz strikes Two-Headed Creature (Hun-Grrr) with two heads are better than one?.

Hun-Grrr falls to the ground unconscious.

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* Devastator *

Endurance: 314/488

Gestalt will break apart at: 122

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The gaping maws of the battered Two headed beast slowly close, stopping the flames from pouring out. How the Terrorcon is fighting... no one knows. It's the fighting spirit of the Terror Clan. It's the pride of Angelisk pushing the mighty Khan forward. At this moment... by the looks of the Two headed beast... it doesn't even look as if deactivation is possible for him. He continues to push on. The mighty Khan slowly swivels the rest of his body towards the burning Jazz, and he's already preparing for his next strike. When he's completely turned around, the mighty Khan opens his mouth to pour out even more flames, but that doesn't seem to happen. Remember that thing about deactivation earlier? Jazz slams Hun-Grrr's two rather crippled heads together and that is apparently what it takes to make the Terrorcon stop. Hun-Grrr releases a howl as his front legs buckle and his heads drop to the ground. The rest of his body follows suit, and the mighty Hunter has fallen to his prey.

Through the swirling melee, through the variety of assaults that descend down on Devastator's form, and even through the septet of voices screaming directions to each other- the jade giant manages to catch sight of one particular note: The Ever-admirable Hun-Grr getting thoroughly trounced.

"HUN-GRRR." Devastator states, lumbering towards the fallen commander. Devastator ignores any attack to him for the moment, reaching out, out, out...to scoop one hand under the Dragon's Limp and battered form. "BROKEN." He rumbles. Is anyone recording this? Could this be a moment of genuine gentility for the gestalt warrior?

Devastator tightens his grip around Hun-Grr, then rears back with the hand, HEAVING the fallen warrior at Jazz! Hun-Grr will have his revenge against Jazz yet! Even IF he's inoperational!

You have set the custom name for attack G_PUNCH in mode 1 to "Hun-Grrr Fastball!."

You strike Jazz with Hun-Grrr Fastball!.

Triceratops <Slag> manages to recover thanks to Jazz buying some time by distracting Devastator like some very noble shiny object. The dinobot moves towards Devastator in order to slap him with his not-so-massive-yet-useful-skillful-tail. "Me Slag not done with you. Going to melt you down...eat you alive...until you squirm and split. Then me Slag can have a Constructicon buffet."

Triceratops <Slag> strikes you with Tail smash! for 4 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 63%

Remaining Armor: 310

The Terrorcon's fighting spirit has a sort of equivilant in Autobot terms. It's called 'determination'. And of course Jazz has plenty of it, being the optimistic chirpy sorta fella that he is. The usually present smile is gone for a moment as he looks at the buckled body of his foe, and finds.. Ooops. Got Devastator's attention. Er. And a Dragon coming his way? He'd better move. But for some reason, Devastator is quicker than Jazz right now. And smacks the crap out of him with the body. Now that really... really... really... hurt. And for the moment, Jazz is going to have to try and pick himself out from under the larger body of the Terrorcon leader, as well as the crater that Devastator created by throwing the body at him. "Man... my horoscope didnt say nothin' bout getting smacked by a dragon fastball." he mutters. Not attacking, of course.

Tyranosaurus Grimlock throws a hand in with Slag to avenge the fallen and Jazz, his foor slashing out at the Mixmaster leg again, "Grimlock say time for you to fall apart Decepticon!"

Tyranosaurus Grimlock strikes you with T-Rex Kick for 5 points of damage.

=System Status=

Damage Level: 62%

Remaining Armor: 305

Slag pulls out his sword and carves up a nice little +nom on your belly. "Me Slag don't hate you."

Devastator holds his head even as Grimlock and Slag continue to press the assault. The six Constructicons have noticed that Beatdown has FAILED in his task, and are now calling for an immediate retreat away from the area before more Autobots and EDC troopers arrive and really give them trouble. Although the two Dinobots do little to harm Devastator, Scrapper falls to one knee and then shatters into the six lime green Constructicons, all ready for what has to be done. "Consider yourself lucky only two of you fell, Autobots. It won't be long until Galvatron makes the SECOND big assault! Constructicons... retreat!" Scrapper shouts out as his flight wing appears on top of the payloader. Without further ado, he attempts to lead them from the battlefield, flying ackwardly through the air. Though no energon was gathered, surely this will soften up the Autobot fools for the next big push.

Devastator separates into the individual Constructicons.

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

Devastator has left.

Scrapper begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Autobot Hovercraft (Sentinel).

Hook begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Payloader <Scrapper>, Long Haul, Tyranosaurus Grimlock, Autobot Hovercraft (Sentinel), Jazz.

Hook has disconnected.

Long Haul runs away!

Long Haul begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Payloader <Scrapper>, Tyranosaurus Grimlock, Autobot Hovercraft (Sentinel), Jazz.

Long Haul has disconnected.

The massive dinosaur's tail splits and legs fold from it's back. Slowly, methodically the rest of the body shifts, turns and splits as needed until the massive form of Grimlock, the Dinobot, stands before you.

The thick metal plating opens up on each side while the legs unfold, the dinobot's face becomes visible. All black with red optics burning with anger that could twist steel. The triceratops completes it's transformation into the walking furnace of anger known as Slag.

As soon as the Cons start retreating, and taken the dragon with 'em, Jazz is... er.. working on getting up, and "Bots... let's get Smokescreen an' Streetwise back t' the repair bay. . ." he is, of course, going to help. And he does get to fly the hovercraft home, doesn't he?

Hun-Grrr begins following you.

Grimlock returns to his robot mode and glances around, immediatly getting on his radio, "Grimlock to Teletran...Decepticons fleeing area. Autobots need repairs have technicians standing by for our return."

Slag watches the Decepticons retreat "Me Slag say they lucky they fled." The autobot warrior is bit tired. All those fire spitting tricks really strain the guy. Slag grabs Streetwise by an ankle and drags him towards the hovercraft. "Me Slag wonder where Smokecar is. Probably hiding in some hole."

Jazz did see Smokey go down, so guess it's up to him to find pancake Smokescreen and start dragging him to the shuttle. Of course. "You might say that, Slag... In a hole, anyhow." This is almost depressing-- "Better get 'im back to the repair bay now." Not mentioning the fact that he's probably about had it himself. Dragon Fastball Special. Mmm.

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Group: Decepticon

Title: Softening Them Up

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All six Constructicons appear on the screen, looking charred and battered, but still alive and fully functional. The six are crowded together. Bonecrusher is punching the open palm of his hand, Scavenger is looking triumphantly at the camera. All in all they look quite badass. Is that Mixmaster smoking in the corner? The Constructicons all speak together, ending each others' sentences.

"Lord Galvatron," Scrapper starts, and Bonecrusher continues, "We went out for energon with Hun-Grrr and Beatdown, attacking the pitiful city of London," Scavenger, "The Autobots intercepted us along the way, and we fought them," Long Haul, "As Devastator, crushing both Smokescreen and Streetwise!" Hook, "While Beatdown failed us in gathering energon, Hun-Grrr," Scrapper, "Fought most valiantly, my lord, against Jazz. He gave no quarter against the Autobot," Scavenger, "And he fought to the very end before being deactivated," Bonecrusher, "But even defeated he was still able to smash Jazz!"

The six pause to reorganize their thoughts. "Jazz," "Slag," "Grimlock," "Streetwise, "and" "Smokescreen fought against us. Smokescreen and Streetwise were deactivated, Jazz suffered severe damage, and the two Dinobots," "Got a good whupping as well!" "We took moderate damage and shall commence repairs." "This victory will make your assault tomorrow that much easier, my Lord." The six all salute, "Constructicons -out-."

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Group: Reports

Title: London Beatdown

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The top story for the BBC is the Autobots fighting back against Devastator and a Terrorcon in a victorious battle near London. All the action is captured on television (minus the parts in NCC, of course):

http://www.geocities.com/dmiasek/Constructicons/construct_48.htm

As well, there's interviews with the Dinobots, "Me Slag sa you get out of my face." And then one of Grimlock, "Me Grimlock say to people of Earth. Cannot trust Decepticons...all Earth warriors should be on alert. Decepticons planning something big. You should be ready to defend selves against them." And indeed, the parting words of the Decepticons indicated that more was to come. The newscast thanks Slag, Grimlock, Jazz, Smokescreen and Streetwise for driving off Hun-Grrr and the Terrorcons. There were no casualties, and although considerable property damage done, nothing was stolen.

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