Promontory Point, Mars
The vast red
planetscape of Mars extends for thousands of kilometers, uninterrupted by
little more than dust, rocks, and the occasional geological feature, at least
until this particular area. Formerly the site of the Terran compound, it was
the resting place of the massive city-Transformer Trypticon for a time, and of
the compound itself, there are few traces; Trypticon parked himself right on
top of it. To the southeast is the largest canyon system on the planet, Valles
Marineris, dwarfing even Trypticon himself.
Contents:
Spacebridge Terminus <Mobile>
Decepticon Shuttle <Relentless>
Decepticon Shuttle <Triumph>
Mars Sensor 1
Memorial Plaque
Obvious exits:
Northwest <NW> leads to Ares Rail Station.
Southeast <SE> leads to Valles Marineris.
North <N> leads to Martian Lake.
Bonecrusher disembarks from the Decepticon Shuttle
<Relentless>.
Bonecrusher has arrived.
Scrapper is currently sifting through what's left of the EDC
ruins - ie, pretty much nothing at all. But you never know when you're going to
come across a piece of armour that once belonged to an Exo-Suit trooper or some
other goody for his artwork. Were Scavenger around and not busy goofing off,
Scrapper would make him do it, but he ain't so that's that. The Constructicon
isn't having much luck, however, as for some reason it's almost as if
everything was fricking BLOWN TO SMITHEREENS.
Bonecrusher isn't doing all that much, smashing a few rocks
here and there, crunching up random bits of debris, but really, there isn't
much /to/ do. When you detonate a huge bomb, it doesn't leave much standing,
nevermind a bomb customised by that crazy fool Mixmaster. He still protests
that it wasn't his fault! The result is one bored Construticon, and it shows.
His face is triping him, and with good reason in his opinion, Mars really does
suck.
Memorial Plaque
Set in the newly-repaired wall of the consulate is a
neatly-engraved polished black-and-gold plaque bearing the following epitaph:
Dedicated to
the memory of the Autobots Pipetail, Gasket, Muffler, Tilt and Fade, who on
October 9, 2007 lost their lives to an explosive device planted by Decepticon
agents on these premises. They will not be forgotten.
<Admin> Scrapper says, "Hey Vic, there's an
object on Mars about a memorial plaque that belongs to you. Mind if I find it
amongst the rubble?"
<Admin> Victory Leo says, "Go for it"
<Admin> Scrapper wishes to send it to Omega as a gift.
<Admin> Scrapper says, "Thank you."
<Admin> Recoil watches Omega receive the plague
quizzically. "Who... ?"
<Admin> Recoil says, "Also, the plaque."
<Admin> Scrapper likes how it says 'they will not be
forgotten'. Quick test! Who are they?!
<Admin> Recoil says, "The 500,000 Rodimus
clones?"
<Admin> Victory Leo says, "Pipetail, Gasket,
Muffler, Tilt and Fade :)"
<Admin> Scrapper says, "Pfft, cheater :-)"
<Admin> Recoil says, "Curses."
<Admin> Galvatron says, "Don't forget little
Jimmy."
<Admin> Victory Leo says, "Timmy the ghoul!"
From afar, Airwolf (AW) smirks evilly.
Airwolf (AW) pages: The Constructicons were a topic of
conversation between Omega and me at Botcon. O:)
You paged Airwolf with 'Oh? Would it be safe to say that
Omega is ICly pissed off?'.
Airwolf (AW) pages: There were words to the effect of green
paste under his foot...
Long distance to Airwolf: Scrapper takes that as a yes?
Airwolf (AW) pages: Yes. :)
Scrapper continues his scavenging, but this time his lime
green hand hits something of importance among the ashes and shattered support
beams. Scrapper hefts up his new prize. It seems to be a soot covered flat
piece of metal. Holding it up to the sunlight, Scrapper brushes off some of the
black smudges, revealing a trail of black and gold. "Well well well,"
Scrapper says slowly with a grin behind his faceplate. "And just what do
we have here?" Scrapper holds it up for Bonecrusher to see.
Bonecrusher is almost ready to shut himself down until he
can get some action, though looking around at his handywork (or the lack of
anything to look at as a result of it), he had considered getting to work on
another explosive. But with Mixmaster's input, it just wouldn't be the same, so
he makes a mental note to ask him for some more of the stuff that 'goes boom'
before Scrapper throws a welcome distraction his way. Walking over to the ruins
to get a closer inspection of Scrapper's find, he shouts across, "What
have you found there, Brother? Looks like a peice of scrap to me."
Scrapper tsks, "More than a piece of scrap,
Bonecrusher. Much, much more." He hands it to Bonecrusher to view. It is
the memorial plaque from fifteen long years ago, reading off the Autobot names
of Pipetail, Gasket, Mufflre, Tilt, and Fade. There's a notation about how they
shall not be forgotten. "Not forgotten indeed," Scrapper chuckles,
"I think this just might make a wonderful second gift to poor Omega. I bet
he gets so looonely up there in /our/ city, and could use a reminder of all his
good Autobot buddies." Note the sarcasm.
Bonecrusher takes plaque from Scrapper, scaning it once over
to see what he is talking about. When his brother mentions sending it to Omega,
he nearly short cicuits from all the laughing. "AhhahHAHAHA! This is
great! Even /you/ couldn't have made a better gift for our old pal! I swear,
I'd give up my energon supply for a whole Terran year to see the look on his
face!" He takes a second to calm himself down before handing the piece of
metal back to Scrapper. "Not forgotten indeed, we all know how long it
takes that great fool to let things slide. This will have him raging for an
eternity."
Scrapper sighs, but his grin is still there. "Alas, we
may never know quite how he takes it. I for one like to think that he breaks
down crying everytime he's reminded of us. A mech can dream." He takes the
plaque back from Bonecrusher and looks it over, "Maybe a nice green glob
of paint or two would go well on it. Just to remind Omega who's boss. Scrapper
gives the plaque a little pat, as he's very fond of all of his trophies. A
little too fond, perhaps. "It'll go well with the photo-album I sent him,
at any rate."
<Guests> Dunadan Ranger says, "I think that our
other gestalts are more important than Dev's last member."
Bonecrusher nods in agreement with his Brother, still
snickering slightly. "Yeah, I bet he cries all the time, but it's not like
it's our /fault/, y'know? I mean... he did bring this on himself."
Bonecrusher rubs his hands together, rather pleased with Scrapper's idea.
"Maybe if we can get him mad enough, we can lure him out to Earth soon and
Bam!" His hands fly apart and come crashing together again, "Taste
our death ray! AhhaHAHAHA!". It would seem that Bonecrusher /really/ wants
Omega to go on 'the LIST'.
Scrapper mmmms at the thought, "Using the Death Star 2
on Omega..." He has to hide an unthemely tear of joy rolling down his
cheek. Scrapper wants Omega 'waste of metal' Supreme on the list as well, but
alas, Omega's on Cybertron. "Listen to me, Bonecrusher - anytime you want
to mock that big fool, be my guest. Nothing would make me happier than for that
slagger to come down to Earth and be blown away by the new and improved Crystal
City! Face it: Devastator hasn't had any challenges in the past year. Even
Computron could not stand against us! Omega's old... what chance would /he/
have?"
Bonecrusher crosses his arms sullenly, "What chance did
that heap of slag ever have? I swear, we'll finish him some day, but then, it
would probably be doing him a favour." He raises a hand to the side of his
head and twirls a finger, indicating a LOONEY, and tries to say "He has
some issues" but it gets muffled by the laughter that is again forcing
it's way out of his mouth. "Anyway, what sane Constuticon would pass up
the chance to mock Omega Supreme?"
Scrapper chuckles and pats Bonecrusher on the back.
"Now then, onto other important things... the spacebridge is fully
operational, so we're no longer stuck here on this slag-planet. Sure, it's
pretty for the first five breems, but after that, Primus... it really grates on
your systems... as well, my Death Star needs a few more parts. If only I had
someone to help me collect them with..." he says, looking around as if to
try and spot someone who might be able to help.
Bonecrusher sees his Brother looking around for a hunting
partner and starts waving his arms in his face franticly, "HEY! You
wouldn't dare do anything that might involve giving someone a beating without
/ME/, would you? I can smash anything you want. Just point to it and it's
history!" Taking a second or two to think about what he's volenteering
for, he decides he better ask Scrapper what the plan is. "Wait a second,
you do mean hitting stuff right? 'Cos I ain't going aroung looking on the
ground for bits of scrap! Get Scavenger to do that, I'm a warrior, unlike that
waste of space."
Scrapper grins behind his faceplate, throws his hands up
into the air, and shouts, "Of COURSE I mean hitting stuff! I /always/ mean
hitting stuff. Except when I mean building stuff. But no, in this case, it's
hitting stuff. Come, Bonecrusher, the spacebridge to Cybertron, and then to
Earth, awaits us." Scrapper tested the bridge out on gumbies, don't worry.
All in the name of safety, that boy.
<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Decepticons. Inferno
is just a crappy Grapple repaint, and Tracks scares all of us. (code for action
at the coastline)"
*** TRAVEL SPAM ***
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:
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>
Bonecrusher arrives from the NCC Central Hub to the north.
Bonecrusher has arrived.
Scrapper struts in with Bonecrusher, still fiddling around
with his plaque that he found on Mars. Finally, once they arrive at the
coastline, Scrapper puts it away in a compartment and clasps his hands
together, looking directly at Bonecrusher. "Now then," he says in a
slooow voice. "We're going after a United States military warehouse,
looking specifically for type thirteen A energon. Usually used in Exo-Suits,
but I'm using it in the "Death Star 2." he does the quotes. "Got
all that?"
Bonecrusher nods in head numerous times during Scrappers
instuction, "Military warehouse.... thirteen A energon... smash the
Exo-Suits... I think I can do that." He then bangs his fists together and
emits a low growl. "Will there be anyone to play with there? Or do I just
get to do some re-modeling? Which, you know... is fine with me."
Galvatron has arrived.
Scrapper says to Bonecrusher, "You may reduce it to
-dust- once we have what we need. As for oppposition... meh, there's bound to be
Autobots around. They patrol the globe." The Constructicon is going to
enjoy this. BC's fun to have around on these sorts of things because he's not a
wuss like all the others. Scrapper glances about, seeing if anyone else
happened to show up, interested in helping out the glorious Decepticon cause
and the name of Galvatron and yadda yadda all that stuff.
Galvatron lands on the ground, "Did I hear my name? Oh
look, I did. I am Lord, of course. But that isn't what is important. I am here
to shoot things, nothing more. I have grown tired of all this junkion banter
and require a healthy way to vent my frustrations." Thank god for
anti-insanity medication. "Well. Move, I'm not getting any younger."
<OOC> Scrapper says, "Did we say your name?
:-)"
<OOC> Galvatron says, "No. But we could take the
letters of several words you said and make them form galvatron."
<OOC> Scrapper says, "Good call."
Bonecrusher nods again at Scrapper, pondering what he means.
"Soo... I wait til after the fight to destroy it?" He rubs his
faceplate, wondering if he will be able to resist the tempation. When Galvatron
lands, he stands to attention and salutes him. With an entrance like that,
perhaps Bonecrusher should have had his trumpet ready. Ah well, plenty of time
for that.
Payloader <Scrapper> looks up as Galvatron lands.
"I think we have a way to help you with that, m'lord," he says. Since
the big man seems to be in a hurry, Scrapper doesn't reiterate the briefing.
"Destroy it anytime, brother! Just make sure there's Autobots
inside!" Scrapper begins to lift off the ground, figuring the others will
follow him.
Payloader <Scrapper> also whips out his awesome flying
payloader mode of death. Yeah, baby.
Bonecrusher grins behind his faceplate, "Anytime?
That's good with me! Lets get slaggin'!" He lifts off in robot mode,
following the 'payloader of death' (?!).
*** TRAVEL SPAM ***
Outskirts of New York City
New York always
has, and always will be one of the busiest cities in the world. The Big Apple,
the city that never sleeps...Now it is nearly the state that never sleeps. New
York is following in the Tokyo tradition of spreading its tentacles into
everything within reach, growing and expanding. The level of technology here is
rivaled only in Tokyo, the original sprawl. But here there is something
different, perhaps it's the attitude.
Contents:
Aerospace Fighter <Raptor>
Galvatron
Stock Car
Ranger
Elita One
The Shoe Inn
Bonecrusher enters New York City from inland New York state.
Bonecrusher has arrived.
A bunch of kids though, all scared at the car going straight
for them merely all raise their hands and lets out a bunch of screech as the
car almost impacts with them. "Of course though, that is one reason you
always need to look on both side of the street when crossing it, even if it's a
one way. Insane people can be everywhere, or drunk, or who shouldn't be allowed
to roll in the street." Elita One idly comments, waving her hand over to
Smokescreen as she speaks, "Quite a good example of how not to drive a
car... Next time I wish to give the humans a good example of what to do if they
want to lose their licenses, I will make sure to contact you,
Smokescreen..." Elita One idly comments, optics narrowing a bit into a
frown as she looks down at the kids.
Aramasu Hikage has arrived.
Aerospace Fighter <Raptor> is flying high in the air
above the city. It's not close to the Autobot location, it's more above the
spaceport. Why is it here? Who knows? Perhaps the pilot is coming to but a
bottle of rare wine? Or perhaps he just came to party into one of the bar?
Ranger watches the children's reaction to Smokecreen's
actions in fascination, he rarely spends much time with humans so he is not
aware of the way they react to stimulus. Strangely Transformer-like. He begins
to think that perhaps Skids has some sort of point. "Oh well, at least
no-one was harmed."
"I'll take that as a "No"" Smokescreen
mulls, popping up into his robot mode, arms already crossed indignantly over
his chest. "I'll have you know, Elita, that I'm not drunk, insane, or
anything of the sort. I've got full control of my abilities- I assure you,
nobody was ever in danger." he chuckles, then finally seems to notice the
children. "Oh, hi kids!"
Payloader <Scrapper>, as usual, becomes quiet on the
trip over. Going into battle is something the Constructicon has never been all
that comfortable with. There's not the safety of building and creating, but
rather the pain of destroying and annihilating. Oh, sure, he has the same
Decepticon energon in him as all the others, and he certainly doesn't mind
beating up on an Autobot just for kicks every once and a while, but the primary
reason that he goes on these, and leads them, is strictly for the materials and
art supplies. If he could avoid it, he would. Dying is not high on Scrapper's
list of things to do. The odd balance between cowardice, desire to build rather
than destroy, and his Decepticon-bred need to be evil and kick ass, is
currently leaning towards the last on that list. Purple flight wing extended,
the payloader glides through the air awkwardly. Every sensor post in the area
should be beeping, loudly protesting Scrapper's violation of their airspace.
Stealthy in this mode, he is not. Scrapper glances to one side, at Bonecrusher,
a good mech to have along if only to feed off his eagerness. On the other side,
Galvatron, an excellent mech to have along for only about a billion reasons.
But it does mean Scrapper has to put in an extra good showing here, and that
just makes Scrapper a touch more nervous.
Galvatron is simply flying along, cannon charging. He's here
for one simple reason. Death. Pain. Destruction. Even while sane, he still
longs for it. He wants it. And he shall have it.
Bonecrusher flys into the skys above the outskirts of New
York closely behind his Brother, humming one of his favored battle songs that
normally he'd be pumping out on his trumpet, if he weren't so damn excited
right now. His bright optics casually scan the ground passing below him,
looking for this so-called 'warehouse'. "So, what's the plan again
Scrapper? Something about stealing some Exo-suits?" He asks, having
already forgotten all but the part about 'turning it to dust'. Silently,
Bonecrusher wishes he had another whopping great bomb to play with, even if it
meant picking large chunks of metal out of his torso and dealing with an angry
Galvatron.
Idly waving an hand in the air, Elita One heaves a sigh and
says, "Sometimes, I wonder... Sometimes, I wonder..." The femme
commander answers to Smokescreen, before her gaze ventures over toward the kid
and points toward Smokescreen, "Let's say those kind of cars usually don't
stop at the good moment, and that is why it is dangerous for anyone to actually
cross the street without looking..." The femme commander says, nodding her
head slowly as she begins to make her way further away, showing toward a sign
at an intersection, "Well then, let us begin with the principles of the
circulation... Smokescreen? Ranger? Care to explain our guests here the basics
of security?"
Aerospace Fighter <Raptor> is still is still about the
city. It's about to head towards Mexico when the pilot detect something on his
radar. It's too far to identify, but according to the navigation computer it
should not be there... The pilot changes his trajectory to investigate.
Aramasu Hikage walks out of the shoe inn after having a
single beer and trying to understand the Terran passion for Euro 2023.
.oO(Can't believe people riot over a ball in a net.)Oo. As the Militant steps
outside he spots something tall and metallic about two blocks down.
Autobots...obviously but in another word. Machines...handling circulation it
seems. Well at least they are doing what they were designed to do.)Oo. Hikage
double checks his bike before heading out.
Ranger has, while Elita has been instructing the children,
been staring vaguely off into mid-air, folloeing a train of thought or two of
his own. Upon being addressed he starts out of his contemplative state and
glances around quickly. "Huh, what? Oh, Uh, road safety? Can't say I know
much about that, I fly, afterall..." He trails off, a slightly embarrassed
grin on his face.
Smokescreen blinks at Elita. "Circulation?" Well,
to Smokescreen, there's only one thing that she MUST be talking about.
"Well, kids-" Smokey even goes so far as to crouch down to loom over
the childrens NOT so much. "You'll want to start with a good source of
Capital- Energon, Gold, Real Estate...whatever. Just whatever it is that you
can use to get cash, quick- of course, you'll be wanting to keep this in a
secure location- Banks, of course, are good."
Galvatron lands in the middle of the street, cracking the
pavement. He looks around, smirking, "Get to work. They'll be here soon.
Then the real fun begins."
Payloader <Scrapper> flips around and reverts to robot
mode for the final leg of the journey. Scrapper looks over at Bonecrusher and
glares at him, "For the forty-ninth time, we are stealing Exo-Suit grade
energon for the "Death Star 2"!!" Scrapper screams. A flock of
nearby geese squawk and flap away from this sudden verbal barrage. Scrapper
twitches. "That's it... next time... next time I am turning off my
audio-sensors before we go on these trips. Only way to keep sane..." In
truth, it does relax Scrapper as it takes his mind off of the battle to come.
Thankfully, his two companions will no doubt be willing to worry about the
Autobots while he has the easy task of stealing what they need. And, several
miles from a certain popular inn, Scrapper spots the warehouse. Landing next to
Galvatron, Scrapper nods, "Bonecrusher, stay out here with Lord Galvatron.
I'll get the stuff." Scrapper kicks at the waist high wall surrounding the
warehouse, crumbling a section of it. Another victory for Scrapper!
The rear section of the payloader unfolds and stands up,
revealing two legs. The sides and the wheels slide out to form arms and hands.
The shovel itself folds onto the robot's back as Scrapper's head is revealed.
Galvatron mumbles out of turn, on purpose, "Way to announce
the goal. Ass."
Bonecrusher lands with his Brother, but is dissapointed to
hear him issue the order to wait. Still, he didn't say anything about not
destroying anything nearby. His two hand come together and his fingers
interlock as he smashes the closest building through the roof. What was it?
Bonecrusher couldn't care less, it is not a pile of rubble, and that's enough
for him. "Now, what's next?" He says, thinking aloud. If you can call
it thinking.
Within the Aerospace Fighter <Raptor>, Right now it
doesn't matter what the pilot of the Raptor was doing in NYC, what really
matters is that it is there and that it can detect the incoming Decepticons.
The pilot opens a communication channel on a Militant frequency : "This is
commander James Trent to all unit in NYC area. The Decepticons are attacking
the city. Report to the following coordinates and engage them." Then the
raptor dives towards the Decepticons firing all its weapons.
Heaving a loud sigh, folding her arms against her chest,
Elita One grunts and says, "No, Smokescreen... Traffic, road
safety..." The femme commander repeats. She shakes her head slowly and
rubs her temple for a moment, waving an hand in the air, "Will I have to
do all of the explaining?" She glances over toward the intersection and
says, "Well basically, as I have said, it does not take too much of an
impact to be lethal depending on the circumstances. In this particular city, it
is extremely important to be careful, since the traffic are important and let's
say that there is enough agressive drivers sometimes."
Aramasu Hikage hears Trent's call on the helmet radio just
as he was about to leave and do something productive. A few seconds of
pondering wether to take his $100k bike to ride to the scene of a major
conflict with things that could step on it and actually damage it or do a
little job for a few minutes....oO(All things considered. I'll job. Those
machines are not hurting my new baby.)Oo. A few buttons pressed on the
wristband activates the Militant's armor so as to give him SOME measure of
safety. Now to approach the scene real sneaky like.
The air shimmers around Aramasu's body as the Hikage Clan
armor materializes around him.
Smokescreen stands up, no doubt to argue some point with
Elita- only to pause, even going so far as to tap at the side of his helm as
radio transmissions come in. "Class's over, Elita." he mutters,
transforming back down into car mode. "Decepticons, bashing up the
Spaceport. Same old, same old!" And, with that said, Smokescreen's off-
perhaps even more recklessly than he entered.
Ranger's attention is drawn towards the fighter as it makes
it's attack run on an unidentified target. Hearing that Elita is still
conducting her lesson and apparently hasn't noticed the fighter he moves closer
and gestures towards it. "I think maybe we should investigate..." He
trails off as Smokescreen also comments on it, althogh he also has an
explanation for it's behaviour.
Galvatron continues standing outside, arms crossed. He's
rather irritated that no one has shown up to ruin his fun yet, when he is
bored. Bored bored bored. "Come on Scrapper. If no one is going to satiate
my hunger, might as well make this quick."
Scrapper nods to Galvatron and finishes valiantly kicking
down the outer wall. The lime green one charges in, meeting up with the heavily
reinforced bunker grade plating of the warehouse. Scrapper hmms, and then snaps
his fingers. "Bonecrusher!" he shouts. "Hole!" he points at
the wall. "There!" Scrapper claps his hands, "Go now!"
Bonecrusher move to the next building in the row, this one a
little taller and better constructed, but won't be in all of five seconds.
Drawing his foot all the way back for maximum power, he lets it swing, crashing
it right through a supporting wall. The building crumbles infront of him after
one blow, much to his satisfaction. "AhahhaHAHAHA!" He bellows,
"What a great day for destruction." He whips his head round sharply
as his name is called out. "With pleasure!" He roars, and heads full pelt
at the at the reinforced wall, transforming en route into the bulldozer mode
that will make short work of it.
Bonecrusher's legs fold under him and his arms come together
as he shifts into Bulldozer mode.
Power Armor <Aramasu Hikage> is running towards the
location of the disturbance. Yeah he is a trained athlete and military
operative but let's not go crazy it will take him a few minutes to get there.
Meanwhile he keys his radio to the bastard in the sky. "This is 'K'.
Messages received. What are the RoEs on this one and what is our exact
objective ? Over." (Not there yet but soon)
Heaving a soft sigh, Elita One looks over to Ranger and
Smokescreen and says, "Move in the vecinity and see what their forces are.
Smokescreen, you're in charge until I come back, I need to make sure those kids
are... Well, don't get lost and are well protected." Elita One explains as
she looks down at the kids, "Alright... There's a slight emergency, it
appears that the 'villains' have come here to do some trouble and we need to go
save the day... But, we don't want you to get harmed, so... We'll have to get
you somewhere in the meanwhile..."
Aerospace Fighter <Raptor> is diving towards the
Decepticons. They ignored his previous salvo, perhaps he was too far? But the
pilot will make sure they can't ignore the next one. James takes a few second
the aim at his next target, the lucky bastard is Scrapper. Trent
waits...waits...waits and then fires a burst of bullet towards his target.
<Attack:> Aerospace Fighter <Raptor> used
ballistic. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)
You evade Aerospace Fighter <Raptor>'s ballistic
attack.
Ranger nods and turns to follow Smokescreen, unable to use
his altmode in such an enclosed environment without serious property damage,
not to mention potential harm to humans, he is forced to resort to running to
attempt to keep up with the race car.
"Roger that, Elita." Smokescreen transmits,
already covering a great deal of ground with his nifty speed. He skids around a
handy-dandy corner, tires squealing, and comes upon sight of the Decepticon
raiding party-
"We got...two Constructicons sighted...and
Galvatron." He pops up into his robot mode, gun in hand now.
"Damnit." Smokescreen keeps his distance for the time being- allowing
Ranger to catch up. There's no way that he can take on Galvatron on his
own...what to do?
Scrapper marvels at the impressive hole Bonecrusher just
made, and even claps his for his brother. "Bravo! Bravo!" Suddenly
the ground around him starts shooting up dirt as bullets fly inches from his
lime green form. That's what he gets for not bothering to pay attention!
"Bonecrusher, get out here and destroy that thing!" he shouts,
pointing at the Raptor, conviently forgetting that he was the one who ordered
him to go create the hole. The Constructicon draws out his pistol, but thinks
better of shooting at the jet. Instead, he dives into the rubble-strewn hole
that Bonecrusher made for him. Scrapper catches a hint of pink as he does so,
but it doesn't fully register in his mind.
Bulldozer <Bonecrusher> rams into the thick plating of
the warehouse at full speed, which might not be great, but with 800,000lbs of
pressure on your side, you don't need much of an impact to force your way
through most things. The wall strains and cracks, finally giving way to the
Constructicon. "AhahhHAHA! We're in Scrapper!" He shouts to his
Brother. Tranformin back to robot mode, he would liked to have enjoyed the
praise for his work for a while, but that chance for a fight come a close
second. Running out from the with buildingwith his pistol in hand as Scrapper
enters, he searches the sky to find their attacker. It takes less than a second
for him to lock on to the fighter, and even less for him to pull the trigger and
fire at the unidentified target...
Bonecrusher strikes Aerospace Fighter <Raptor> with
LaZoR GuN.
Within the Aerospace Fighter <Raptor>, James Trent
tries to avoid the attack by gliding to his left, but there is to many building
around him and he doesn't have enough room to maneuver. The attack leaves a
hole into the fuselage. The militant commander now turns his attention towards
this new threat. He goes up to get some altitute before diving towards
Bonecrusher firing a rocket towards the Constructicon.
Aerospace Fighter <Raptor> misses Bonecrusher with its
rocket attack.
Smokescreen mulls over the situation, finally catching sight
of the particular Militant jet wasting ammunition in the general direction of
the Constructicons. Hrrm. "Ranger!" he calls out, finally rushing
into the situation. "Let's give that Jet Pilot a hand!" And he
doesn't mean applause, either.
Smokescreen whips his Lightning rifle up and sets loose with
a bolt of crackling blue electricity, the *KRa-KOW!* of its thunder rolling
over the battlefield.
The ninja is about two blocks down he can see Decepticons
from where he is. The Militant is arriving from the side...one lone figure in a
crowd yet the only one runnings towards the disturbance instead of away. As he
is getting within 'dangerous range' of the action. The shadow slows down moving
from cover to cover hoping to get within 'melee range' or at least very close
to it.
Smokescreen strikes Bonecrusher with Electro Disruptor
Rifle.
Ranger groans with a sense of depressed foreboding, this
isn't likely to end well. "I don't suppose there's any chance of talking
this over? Getting them to leave peacefully?" He asks in an aside to
Smokescreen, hopeful but not optimistic. Smokescreen's order cuts over his own
questions and he mutters resentfully "Thought not..." Warily he draws
his laser pistol and follows Smokescreen's lead.
Ranger misses Bonecrusher with his laser attack.
The femme commander is in the background for now, moving the
kids about and making sure they were safe and they wouldn't get lsot in the big
city, hopefully finding a bunch of cops who would be nice enough to actually
keep an eye on them while Elita One would go save the day! Or something like
that...
Bonecrusher leaps a few feet to one side as the rocket slams
into the earth, exploding harmlessly next to him, though showering him with
dirt and small rocks. The Constructicon can't help but laugh, "HahaHA! You
call that an attack, puny Terran toy? Bonecrusher's gonna smash you for
trying...." The thought is cut short as he reels back in pain, spasming
slightly at the elector disruptor hits it's mark. His attention drawn, he takes
a step towards the direction of the attck, but before he can even see his
oppenent, another one crawls out of the woodwork. A single laser beem flies
past his head, again drawning his focus else where. His optics fall on Ranger,
and a deep growl comes from the furious Decepticon..."AUTOBOTS!" He
then see's Smokescreen, who obviously shot at him previously. With giant
strides for a smallish mech, he charges them both, using his pistol to distract
them as he closes in.
Bonecrusher strikes Ranger with Constructicon Laser Pistol.
Scrapper peers out of the hole Bonecrusher made, thanking
Primus that it's him out there getting shot up and not Scrapper. Still, brotherly
loyalty means that he does have to help his fellow greenie. The marginal
Constructicon leader sets several armoured fuel-canisters to be refueled by the
Exo-Suit loading bays. A shame there aren't any suits themselves here, as
they'd be worth stealing. Just supplies and equipment for them. Cautious as
ever, Scrapper peers out of the hole just long enough to draw a lead on one of
the enemy. Da ninja is far too stealthy for Scrapper to spot, Ranger looks more
nervous than dangerous, the Raptor is too high to shoot at from inside, and
Smokescreen... well who doesn't hate Smokescreen? "I'll cover you!"
he shouts at Bonecrusher, firing a blast Smokescreen's way.
You strike Smokescreen with Mixing it up with a Masterful
shot.
Within the Aerospace Fighter <Raptor>, James Trent
curses as his rocket miss the mark. He mutters, "Damn it, something is
wrong with my targeting system...time to take it close and personal." The
militant pushes a few buttons, programming the autopilot to land the Raptor at
the spaceport. James then summons his armor, opens the cockpit and jumps out of
the jet. Since the Autobots are taking care of the first constructicons, James
dives into the building, hunting Scrapper. He flies right towards the
Construction commander, and throws a punch at him.
[Armored] James Trent disembarks from the Aerospace Fighter
<Raptor>.
[Armored] James Trent has arrived.
<Attack:> James Trent used punch. (&combatspam
me=1 to stop this.)
You evade [Armored] James Trent's This is a /machine/ attack
attack.
"Look out, Ranger!" Smokescreen warns his
companion- far too late, it'd seem, as the laser strikes its mark. It's advice
that he'd be advised to take himself, given that laser that Scrapper just
tagged Smokescreen with.
The tactician's shoulder jerks back at the bolt, yet he
keeps his ground. Blue optics trace the laser's trajectory back to its source;
the constructicommander! "Oh no you don't!" Smokescreen warns,
shoulder cannons firing off a pair of rockets towards the Green & Purple
schmuck!
<Attack:> Smokescreen used special. (&combatspam
me=1 to stop this.)
You are temporarily incapacitated by Smokescreen's Here's
why everyone hates Smokescreen! attack.
Ranger grimaces as Bonecrusher's shot lances into his
shoulder, causing him to srop his laser pistol. He clutches at his wound,
before the reality of the fight re-intrudes into his distraction. He glances
about wildly as Bonecrusher continues his charge towards him, looking for a
weapon. Overlooking his laser he resorts to more makeshift methods, ripping a
fire hydrant from its customary spot and hurling it at the stampeding
Constructicon.
Power Armor <Aramasu Hikage> spots Scrapper from his
new hiding place behind a small Volks Beetle...Always a Beetle when you need
it. Hikage pulls a small disk from his back about frisbee sizes and flings it
at Scrapper. About halfway there 4 tentacles spring from the disk trying to
wrap around it's target and deliver a few shot of it's surprise payload. Not a
word, no witty insult just perfect backstab.
<Attack:> Aramasu Hikage used repeating.
(&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)
Power Armor <Aramasu Hikage> strikes you with Taser
Shuriken for 7 points of damage.
Ranger misses Bonecrusher with his Fire hydrant to the face.
attack.
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Name
Last pose Idle Last non-area attack
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Aramasu Hikage
21s 15s hit Scrapper w/ repeating
Ranger
29s 2s missed Bonecrusher w/ punch
Smokescreen
2m 2m hit Scrapper w/ special
James Trent
6m 18s missed Scrapper w/ punch
Scrapper
6m 0s hit Smokescreen w/ laser
Bonecrusher
9m 1m hit Ranger w/ laser
Elita One
12m 13s ---
Aerospace Fighter <Raptor 23m --- missed Bonecrusher w/ {%1}
Galvatron
1h 1m ---
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Power Armor <Aramasu Hikage>'s Taser Shuriken attack
continues to sear away at you, doing 3 damage.
Power Armor <Aramasu Hikage>'s Taser Shuriken attack
wears off at last.
Scrapper attempts to duck back behind cover, but the
explosion of the electrical EMP rocket thingees strikes Scrapper, sending
energy rippling over his lime gren body. "Ahhh.... and here's why everyone
hates Smokescreen," he says in a wheezing manner. Scrapper thus has no
defence against HIkage, and the disc, tentacles and all, strike Scrapper,
spewing out acid onto his beautiful lime green form. "Slag it..." he
mutters as his systems recharge. "You, Militant scum... I saw you! I'm
going to rip off your arms!" he shouts in a stuttering manner. All the
commotion means he's unable to even spare a glance to see how his brother is
doing. Scrapper is, however, thankfully able to recover in time to deal with a
flying human - always dodging humans. "They're everywhere," Scrapper
remarks, meaning Militants in general. Scrapper throws up an arm and blocks the
punch neatly while drawing out a nasty looking energo-sword with his other
hand. "You'll have Springer to thank for this," he hisses,
brandishing his weapon threateningly. But thanks to Smokey, he can't attack
just yet.
Bonecrusher grins behind his armoured face as he charges
forward, first hitting ranger while on the move, then managing to react quickly
enough to catch the flying hydrant as it careens straight at him. If
Bonecrusher had a firm grip on irony, he would be eating this moment up, but
eben in his primative mind, it's still damn funny. There is nothing between the
two mechs by the time the Constructicon swings, aiming to knock the Autobot's
head off.
Bonecrusher strikes Ranger with hydrant back at you!.
Since Smokescreen and Aramasu are already fighting Scrapper,
Trent decides to turn his attention towards Bonecrusher (and away from the
magic scrapper!), since obviously a machine can't win if he doesn't help it!
"Hikage, you take down this one, I'm going to take care of the other."
The Nova commander raises his arm and fires a burst of energy towards
Bonecrusher's back.
[Armored] James Trent strikes Bonecrusher with Protocannon
<low>.
Smokescreen grins a triumphant grin as his rockets do their
thing- conveniently allowing some sort of crazy cyber-ninja Militant to pounce
into the scene. Smokescreen glances back, to see how Ranger's doing...and
winces. "Hang in there, buddy!" Smokescreen hopes to encourage
Ranger, as best he can.
For added encouragement, of course, Smokescreen whips his
left hand up, fingertips opening up to reveal machine guns...which then open up
as well, giving Bonecrusher a bit of bullet-type hurting.
Power Armor <Aramasu Hikage> grins at Scrapper's
arm-ripping comment and charges the Decepticon. "Let's see what you are
made of machine. Your overconfidence will be your downfall." The ninja
charges leaps onto a car trunk, runs across a SUV's rooftop to gain some height
and leaps at Scrapper with a flying kick to the kisser. Jackie Chan ain't go
nothing on the Militant.
Smokescreen strikes Bonecrusher with Fifty Caliber
Fingertips!.
<Attack:> Aramasu Hikage used kick. (&combatspam
me=1 to stop this.)
Power Armor <Aramasu Hikage> strikes you with Kick to
the FACE! for 5 points of damage.
Ranger's head snaps back as the returned hydrant strikes him
squarely on the jaw, reeling from the impact he staggers backwards, narrowly
avoiding falling to the floor. Reaching out, he steadies himself with a nearby
lamppost, then turns his attention once more to the Constructicon who is doing
a very good job of kicking his aft. Wrenching the lamppost from the ground he
jumps forwards and swings it at the brute.
Ranger misses Bonecrusher with his innovative lamppost
attack attack.
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Name
Last pose Idle Last non-area attack
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Ranger
1m 19s missed Bonecrusher w/ axe
Aramasu Hikage
3m 36s hit Scrapper w/ kick
Smokescreen
3m 3m hit Bonecrusher w/ ballistic
James Trent
6m 35s hit Bonecrusher w/ ballistic
Scrapper
7m 0s hit Smokescreen w/ laser
Bonecrusher
9m 9m hit Ranger w/ smash
Elita One
27m 1m ---
Aerospace Fighter <Raptor 38m --- missed Bonecrusher w/ {%1}
Galvatron
1h 41s ---
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"What I'm made of?" Scrapper echoes. "I'm made
of robot parts!" Scrapper tsks, "Stupid human." His tsking stops
as the ninja gives a flying kick of death square on Scrapper's faceplate,
sending him reeling back away from James before he can hack at him with his
sword. Thankfully, this at least knocks the last remaining bit of Smokescreen's
annoyance out of him. Now, with only one fleshling on him, Scrapper aims to get
some payback on Aramasu. "You, on the other hand... lets see what YOU'RE
made of, fleshling?!" Remembering Hun-Grrr's lessons on using a sword,
Scrapper lunges forward, seeking to hack off the ninja's arm as promised. If
not, he'll settle with getting some armour for his art collection.
"Bonecrusher... how're you holding up out there? Don't let the pint-sized
ones get to you!"
You strike Power Armor <Aramasu Hikage> with Looking
to Scavenge some Autoparts.
Bonecrusher is caught up in the moment, battle and gun fire
all round him. This is what he lives for. One on one with an Autobot and easily
taking the upper hand. "How do /you/ like it?" He exclaims with
delight, only for his mood to sour dramatically as he is struck painfully in
the back, then annoyingly (and nearly as painfully) in the side. The mechfluid
inside him is boiling, and it is only base instincts that save him from being
battered with a streetlight, ducking just in time. His head turns
ever-so-slowly to greet Ranger with a cold stare. "Do not worry about me
Brother. I shall destory all in my path!" He shouts over in an oddly calm
voice. Then, as quickly as he can manage, he throws his entire weight at the
lamp-wielding Autobot.
Bonecrusher misses Ranger with its Shoulderbarge! attack.
No one cared to attack James Trent, that's why he's not
hurt...well his body isn't because his ego sure is! "Stupid machine... it
cannot even recognize the biggest threat." The Militant grabs his energy
sword with both hands and jumps towards the Constructicons, trying to cut him
in half.
[Armored] James Trent strikes Bonecrusher with Energy Long
Sword <Low>.
Power Armor <Aramasu Hikage> tries to leap away from
scrapper but alas realizes he won't make it in time. So the ALT-Human raises
his arms and twists in mid-air. Scrapper's blow hits him in the left shoulder
area. Problem here is mass and velocity...The ninja suffers some heavy
knockback and lands on one knee in a shower of sparks as his armor slows to a
stop. "Not bad for Tonka remake with the ugliest paintjob I have EVER
seen. Two can play that game." Hikage assumes his fighting stance and draws
his sword ready to carve Scrapper up...right after he throws what he has in his
left hand. "Hey Machine! Go fetch!"
<Attack:> Aramasu Hikage used gauss. (&combatspam
me=1 to stop this.)
You evade Power Armor <Aramasu Hikage>'s Explosive
Shuriken attack.
Ranger, forewarned by the slow-head-turny-thing, is prepared
for an attack and so is able to quickly duck out of the way as Bonecrusher
hurls himself at the poor, peaceful-type 'bot. Moving quickly to one side he
dips low and tries to jam the lamppost between greenie's legs.
Smokescreen hrrms as Bonecrusher comes under a cavalcade of
attacks- which seem to do little good. "Ranger! Don't clinch with him!
He's too strong!" The tactician...tacticizes. "Keep your
distance!"
This said, Smokescreen leaves Ranger on his own. This done,
he switches his attention towards Scrapper once more- just as the Constructicon
is getting back to his feet, Smokey grins and flicks a switch on his rifle,
aiming to put Scrapper back down again. The rifle hums for a few moments, then
fires off a barrage of magnetically-acellerated pellets at Mr. Scrapper.
<Attack:> Smokescreen used repeating. (&combatspam
me=1 to stop this.)
Smokescreen strikes you with Acid Pellets! for 8 points of
damage.
Ranger misses Bonecrusher with his radical new lamppost trip
attack.
Smokescreen's Acid Pellets! attack continues to sear away at
you, doing 4 damage.
Smokescreen's Acid Pellets! attack continues to sear away at
you, doing 2 damage.
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Name
Last pose Idle Last non-area attack
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Smokescreen
6m 5m hit Scrapper w/ repeating
Ranger
6m 1m missed Bonecrusher w/ kick
Aramasu Hikage
7m 2m missed Scrapper w/ gauss
James Trent
7m 32s hit Bonecrusher w/ sword
Bonecrusher
10m 3m missed Ranger w/ punch
Scrapper
13m 0s hit Aramasu Hikage w/ blow
Elita One
44m 3m ---
Aerospace Fighter <Raptor 54m --- missed Bonecrusher w/ {%1}
Galvatron
1h 1m ---
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Here she comes, to save the day! Well, not actually but, as promised,
Elita One arrived, fashionately late... Out of nowhere, seemingly, or rather,
since everyone was busy in their own fight, they probably didn't even notice
her coming in. Seeing how Ranger had been some trouble, the femme commander
decided to get in the fight and help him, taking the opportunity of the fact no
one's aware of her presence to take one well aimed shot at Bonecrusher. She
fires once, though hopefully, she bares the dexterity of a markman to hit the
lime green Decepticon fair and square, "Didn't you Decepticons know that
stealing was bad?" The femme commander idly say, even though she had done
her share of stealing to the Decepticon... Kinda like Robin Hood, except, well,
even more feminine, if that was possible.
Elita One strikes Bonecrusher with Left Laser Pistol.
Scrapper is quite happy to see that his swordsmanship work
has paid off and resulted in smackin' up the ninja. But of course, the ninja
can still trash talk, so it's not all good. Scrapper snorts to himself and
shouts back, "Nice insult, fleshling. It'd work if I had any idea what
you're talking about." Aside from the ugliest paintjob ever part. Scrapper
doth not like people insulting the green, nosireebob. But Scrapper has other
things to worry about instead, and breaks into a run towards the canisters of
Exo-Suit fuel, only to get shot in the back. "Ahhhh... second... reason...
I... hate... Smokescreen..." he hisses. Abandoning his run for now,
Scrapper turns about. Smokey's too far to hack up with his sword, alas. The
Constructicon hesitates, indecisive about what to do here. Finally he settles
on "Nobody... but nobody insults the colour scheme, Militant-scum!"
And so, Scrapper takes a running charge at the Militant ninja, trying to smash
into him with his energo-sword. It's an impressive move that Hun-Grrr taught
him. Whereas before Scrapper was pathetic with a weapon, he's definitely
learning. "Keep up with the destruction, Bonecrusher!" he shouts back
at his fellow greenie, unable to see how he's actually doing.
You strike Power Armor <Aramasu Hikage> with
Bonecrushing Smash.
Bonecrusher rushes past Ranger as he misses with the
shoulder barge. Expecting the counter attack to come from the Autobot rather
than the sneaky Militant (twice in the back, and they call us evil??). This
many attacks on so many side cause Bonecrusher to make a rare decision (well,
for him anyway) and take evasive action, lifting off the ground, thus avoiding
the trip attack. Seconds after one attack is dodged, another hits him in the
chest. While none of the attacks so far have caused major damage, it is
starting to add up, tiring him phisically and mentally. Not the greatest
thinker at the best of times, he is stuggling to decide who to attack. It seems
that the gratest threat comes from the Human at this point, so from his vantage
point in mid-air, he turns and aims a kick at that little pest.
Bonecrusher strikes [Armored] James Trent with death from
above!.
Power Armor <Aramasu Hikage> fails to avoid another
sword attack from Scrapper. This time a small canister is ejected from the
armor 1 second after that last blow. Automated safety measure ejected the
flamethrower fuel tank to avoid an embarassing end caused by a leaky line.
Definately fighting on beer night is NOT a good idea. "You like to play
with swords ? We'll play machine." Hikage draws his sword and leaps at
Scrapper hoping to slice somewhere around the knee area.
<Attack:> Aramasu Hikage used energy_sword.
(&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)
Power Armor <Aramasu Hikage> strikes you with Ninja-To
Strike! for 6 points of damage.
[Armored] James Trent wasn't expecting Bonecrusher to
takeoff and he's caught off-guard by the kick, which knock him on his back.
"Not bad for an oversized refrigerator... but you will need to do much
better than that to take me down." James raises his arm, aiming hit at the
Constructicons, "Eat this!" then he fires another burst of energy.
[Armored] James Trent strikes Bonecrusher with Protocannon
<High>.
Smokescreen only shoots people in the back for JUSTICE!
Really.
Smokescreen promptly crosses the battlefield, not one to let
Scrapper go unhounded. He bounds over the big ol' hole in the wall, and catches
sight of Aramasu beating on Scrapper. Forgoing a ranged attack so not to hit
the super ninja, Smokescreen flexes his right hand, from which a sizable blade
snaps out- with prerequisite *SNIKT!*
Smokey then moves in to slash at Scrapper- a mistake,
likely, but it should hurt him, none the less!
<Attack:> Smokescreen used Blade. (&combatspam
me=1 to stop this.)
Smokescreen strikes you with All for one, and one for all!
for 4 points of damage.
<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Argh... Bonecrusher,
lets get ready to split. Get in your last jollies against these cretins."
Ranger mentally curses himself as Bonecrusher manages to
jump his trip. "Too slow." He mutters to himself as he backs away to
get some distance between him and the green bruiser. He sighs audibly as
Bonecrusher picks a new target to whomp on. Now possessing a little time in
which to do something other than react, he is able to search around and locate
his laser pistol. Despite the fact that it hasn't done anyone much good so far,
he takes aim and fires at Bonecrusher.
<Decepticon> Bonecrusher says, "Affirmative
Brother, these fools don't fight fair!"
Ranger strikes Bonecrusher with feeble laser beam.
With Bonecrusher getting a little bit more handled, Elita
One, from her spot, decides to take another target... After all, sneaky little
sniper girl at work from here. With a smile, Elita One moves from her position,
stealthly, from afar, noticing the other fight that had been going on. She
smiles, taking her other laser pistol, a soft hum coming out from her throat as
she narrows her optics, trying to lock up on her target, careful to make sure
her laser beam will actually strike right on the target. She takes some extra
time and then, right at the good moment, the femme commander opens up fire over
at Scrapper, the other lime green machine, trying to disarm him from his sword,
while she was at it.
<Attack:> Elita One used Disruptor. (&combatspam
me=1 to stop this.)
Elita One strikes you with Right Laser Pistol for 4 points
of damage.
Scrapper parries awkwardly at Hikage's low blow, but
Hun-Grrr didn't exactly get to that part of the lesson unfortunately, and
Scrapper stumbles, having only partially blocked the blow. Knee wounded, and
thus not-so-mobile, Scrapper starts to get worried again. Thanking Primus that
he has Bonecrusher's attitude around to keep him from abandoning the mission on
the spot. Scrapper, weakly, throws a punch Hikage's way, trying to ward him
off. Damn pint-sized bullies! Hit or miss, Scrapper thinks getting out of here
would be a good idea. Hobbling to the canisters, he tucks them both under his
arm and puts away his sword, protecting them with his body. Alas, this comes at
the sacrifice of his own well being. And indeed, right off the bat, BLAM! Ha
ha, joke's on you, Elita. He already put down his sword! All you did was send Scrapper
smashing against the wall with smoke rising from his chest and a very pained
look on his face. Sucks to you! Scrapper immediately radios Bonecrusher over
the Decepticon broadband.
Power Armor <Aramasu Hikage> evades your Left Hook
attack.
Trent's attack rattles Bonecrusher considerably, and the
second consecutive attack from Ranger send him falling to the ground. Things
are not looking up for the Constucticons, divided, and soon to be conquered
unless things are turned around. Chances of that happening? Err, a bit fat
zero. "Time to haul aft, Brother?" He shouts across, and unless one
of the fleabags infront of him can overpower him that's what he intends to do.
Not one to leave with out saying good bye, however, Bonecrusher take the time
to give Ranger, another who he will later add to 'the LIST', a swift headbutt.
Bonecrusher strikes Ranger with stick the nut in 'em!.
[Armored] James Trent smiles as his energy burst strike the
Constructicon. "I bet he did not like that" he mutters. He jumps back
on his feet, ready to avoid any incoming attack... but none comes. The british
"lord" runs towards Bonecrusher, jumps in the air and lauches his
foot towards BC's head.
[Armored] James Trent strikes Bonecrusher with Kick.
Power Armor <Aramasu Hikage> drops on one knee in a
half-split narrowly avoiding Scrapper's punch. "Nice try machine but we
Militants are made of sterner stuff than those EDC thin cans you are used to
face." Hikage leaps up at Scrapper into a Hurricane Kick! (Ok so he played
Street Fighter II a couple of times).
<Attack:> Aramasu Hikage used blow. (&combatspam
me=1 to stop this.)
Power Armor <Aramasu Hikage> strikes you with Flying
Jump Kick for 7 points of damage.
Smokescreen can't help but grin at Scrapper's suffering.
Cruel, cruel Smokescreen. But it's okay, since Scrapper's y'know...evil.
"Now, what are you trying to get THIS time, hrrm?" Assuming Scrapper
to be fairly well out of it, Smokey reaches out to remove the canisters from
the Constructicommander's grasp- or at least try to with his wussy strength.
"You know, you really should stop stealing things. Maybe if you
Decepticons formed an actual industrial base, we wouldn't have a problem with
this...now leggo!"
Smokescreen succeeds in grasping Scrapper, throwing him
off-balance.
Ranger is surprised at the success of his attack, so
unexpected after his performance thus far, that he reacts too slowly to evade
Bonecrusher's response to it. Stumbling backwards from the blow, his hands
raised in a late attempt to defend himself, he once again drops his
pistol...maybe he should get that arm-mounted or something. Unable to think of
anything clever, he simply throws himself forwards, arm raised to punch the
greenie, figuring maybe he can scratch his paint or something.
Ranger strikes Bonecrusher with unimaginative punch.
Elita One has disconnected.
Scrapper hates Smokescreen, in case it isn't known. The
Constructicon haphazardly blocks Hikage's attack with his chest... yes, on
purpose. Cough. But thankfully, Scrapper's tough Constructi-armour holds up and
he now only has to steal with a thief stealing his energon. Scrapper's way
stronger than Smokescreen, but somehow the little bugger gets ahold of it.
"Leggo, Smokescreen... or else you'll be first in line the NEXT time my
brothers and I decide to pay you fools a visit!" Scrapper tries to grab
the canister back, even though he already has one left. Success or otherwise,
now's the time for retreating, and Scrapper transforms into payloader mode with
attached flight wing. The canister (or canisters, I hope) safely in his shovel,
Scrapper blasts through the hole and tries to make his escape. Pray for him!
Smokescreen evades your grasp attack.
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.
Scrapper begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to
parting shots from
[Armored] James Trent, Aerospace Fighter <Raptor>,
Galvatron.
Bonecrusher is battered and worn, covered in scorch marks,
slashes and dents. He has been defeated, through no fault of his own, thus, he
reasons, it is ok to flee on this occasion. Shrugging off the attacks of the
Millitant and the Autobot (though by no means able to ignore the pain they
caused, adding to a huge list of injuries), he take off once again, this time
plotting a course directly to his Brother, whom he has not seen since the start
of the fight. "Scrapper, get your aft up and out of there. This is where
we get off!" Seeing the other Constucticon make his escape, Bonecrusher
quickly follows. "Devastator will take care of you next time, FOOLS!!
AhahhaHAHHA*cough*" He splutters as he makes hie
retreat.
Bonecrusher begins retreating, leaving itself vulnerable to
parting shots from [Armored] James Trent, Power Armor <Aramasu Hikage>,
Payloader <Scrapper>, Aerospace Fighter <Raptor>, Galvatron,
Smokescreen, Ranger.
[Armored] James Trent arrogantly grins as the Decepticons
run away, "Go by machines! And tell your toaster in chief we will not
tolerate your attacks! If you ever come back I will not be so gentle!" He
radios Aramasu, "Our job here is done, let's go back to Mexico."
Then, without a word for the Autobots, he jumps into the Raptor and takeoff.
Ranger sighs as the Constructicons beat a hasty retreat,
somehow they've managed to drive them off. Retrieving his laser he watches the
Decepticons rise into the sky. He refrains from shooting at their retreating
forms, 'cause he's one of the good guys, dammit! He moves instead over to
Smokescreen, to see what, if anything, the 'cons managed to get away with.
Smokescreen neatly removes one canister from Scrapper with
all the ease of an accomplished pickpocket. He even manages to keep the item
from Scrapper's reach, holding it out with arm extended, JUST out of Scrapper's
reach. "Now, I'll just take that other- hey!" Smokey scowls as
Scrapper escapes- yet his hands are too full of the canister for Smokescreen to
bring any proper weapons to bear.
Ah well, at least the Decepticons are running. Running like
little beeyotches who're terribly outnumbered and outclassed. Smokescreen
neatly returns the cannister to its proper place, then catches sight of the
Ninja Human. "Hey, thanks for the assist there." he says with a grin.
Payloader <Scrapper> gets the heck out of there.
Thankfully, Galvatron's rule lately has been 'get the energon' so at least in
that respect it is a success, even if it's only one canister. Now, for those of
you sMaRt people who research Decepticon attacks, the only other time they've
gone for Exo-Suit fuel is right before Scrapper unleased the "Death
Star". Coincidence? Perhaps, perhaps.
Bonecrusher shakes through the air unsteadily as he drifts
off, totally drained of energy, and with a 90percent sleeping player, hence
this rancid pose. Til next time 'Bots. "You think Galvatron will be happy
with you, Scrapper?" He asks as they fly off together
Payloader <Scrapper> thinks about it. "I think so, I think so. Against the odds, we still came away with something. None of us were deactivated, and we even managed to lay down a beating on some of them. Not /too/ bad in a day's work. I know this'll tide me over for a while when it comes to assaults," he mutters. "Back to the pleasures of building."