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:

Hun-Grrr

Hook

Spacebridge Terminus <Mobile>

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.

 

Scrapper is putting the finishing touches on the "Death Star 2". The beautiful weapon resembles the other quite closely, but in actuality there are many internal differences. The "Death Star 2" is a huge phallic looking weapon in the middle of a platform that aims upwards into the heavens, somewhat resembling Galvatron's cannon mode, but with a bigger barrel and a chair at the base of the gun for targetting. The "Laser" can swivel about, aiming each and every way. The platform has a control panel for remote firing, and a powerful forcefield generator to keep it safe from stray shots. Oddly, one section of the platform seems to be unfinished, and you can see right through that part of it. Strange. Thankfully, it does not affect the firing of the "Laser".

 

Hook walks out of the Triumph, carrying a box of tools, a datapad on blueprints, and assorted materials one would associate with a builder. Hauling his toolbox to the unfinished section of the laser. No, I'm not putting the slagging quotes around the word laser! Deal with it!. With a nod to his brother, he starts working on finishing the platform section.

 

        The Mobile Spacebridge Terminus has been activated and shortly after its activation, the form of the Terrorcon Commander reveals itself. The Terrorcons have set foot on Mars! Promontory Point... meet the greatest Hunter of the Terror Clan! Hun-Grrr stands there for a moment, and surveys his surroundings, "Hahahahahohoho what a wonderous sight! Imagine what the hunt would be like here! No where to hide... only... places to run from me!" THe boisterous arrival of the Khan.

 

Long Haul has arrived.

 

 

The spacebridge doors shut and lock in anticipation of an arrival from Main Spacebridge Terminus <IHQ>, and the control panel goes temporarily offline.

 

The spacebridge doors unlock and slide open as the transport concludes and the control panel comes back up.

 

Mixmaster emerges from the spacebridge terminus.

Mixmaster has arrived.

 

Scrapper looks away from the control panel that he's patiently securing to the "Death Star 2"'s firing platform upon the activation of the spacebridge. "Oh hey, Hun-Grrr!" Scrapper says, waving with a free hand while the other holds onto the laser torch he was working with. "Come up to this dustball in order to relieve the current security team? Afraid you're not going to find much to hunt unless some Autobot gets really, really lost or something."

 

Hook pokes his head up at the sound of a bolsterous laugh. Only one Decepticon laughs like that the moment he arrives anywhere. "Ah, Hun-Grrr! Good to see you!" the engineer says, standing up, as to get a good look at the Khan. "Have a story to tell you!" Hook moves to stand in fronjt of Hun-Grrr, waiting for Hung-Grrr's response.

 

        The TerrorKhan shrugs his shoulders as he approaches the Death Star 2. He nods once he arrives at the Constructicons' location and speaks boldly, "Indeed... I do not expect much hunting to go on here. However! I do say, that you Hunters are doing a fine job. And I offer my services as best as they can be rendered to you. Perhaps I may get lucky while I am here... and an Autobot will get very very very lost. That'd be a glorious turn of events I beleive, Hahaha!" Then Grrr looks down towards Hook and his optics go wide and brighten up. Sincere joy can be heard from the words the Terrorcon speaks, "Indeed you do, Hunter Hook?! Most excellent! I grow eager to hear your story at this moment! When, Hunter, would you like to relay this story to me? Is it of a glorious hunt? Did you capture or kill your prey?!" He is eager.

 

"Move this, Long Haul. Pull that, Long Haul. The story of my life."

 

So comes the telltale grumblings of Long Haul, Logistical officer. At the moment, he's rumbling over towards the Death Star area, again in his truck mode, bed full of a good 90 tons of the various junk that's needed to make a super-laser actually GO.

<Public> Hummer Girl Pathfinder says, "Are you sure it's not 'chick disbursement'? ;)"

 

Hook smiles at Hun-Grrr's eagerness to listen. "I will tell you right now, Hun-Grrr. I do not mean to boast too much, but I made my prey run from me like a sissy!" Hook pulls a large piece of white armor from his subspace pocket. Better than cargo pants! "I gave the Protectobot Streetwise a very good pounding, and I took a piece of his armor as a throphy, and as proof that I defeated him in battle." Hook then goes into the blow-by-blow of the battle, which can be found here < http://www.geocities.com/dmiasek/Constructicons/construct_52.htm >.

 

Scrapper tsks, "We'll always be needing more supplies, Hun-Grrr, and perhaps today will be the day that my Constructicons and I can ensure that we gather some more. I doubt that there's going to be any Autobots /this/ lost, though. I want their attention focused on Earth where it belongs, not up here where they might spoil our little surprise for them." Scrapper looks over at the engine construction site, where it is progressing very, very nicely as well. "How long until the programming is done, Hook? I aim to have this planet on its way by this weekend. Will your calculations be finished by then? And remember that this isn't one of those things that you can take slaggin' ages on, either!" he shouts at his brother. Scrapper refocuses on his work on the console and reaches around without bothering to look, trying to find another part. "Where is it..." Scrapper mutters. Finally, the Constructicon falls back on his plan that he always uses when he doesn't have what he needs: "Long Haul!" he shouts. Scrapper blinks at Hook's story. "A piece of Streetwise?" he inquires. You can hear him licking his non-existant lips from there.

 

"Whadda you want?" Long Haul calls out in a surly tone entirely reminiscent of the typical teamster. The massive truck rolls over towards Scrapper, thus summoned- though on the way by Hook, he can't help but emit a derisive laugh in the crane-bot's direction. "So you beat up Streetwise? Big deal! Streetwise is a weenie. Who're you gonna be victorious over next, Hook? Perceptor? Wheelie? SKIDS?"

 

Scrapper would normally jump in and tease Hook along with Long Haul, but he's angling to get his grubby little paws on that piece of Streetwise's armour. And so, Scrapper refrains. Believe me, it takes all of his will to do so. "Go get me a size eighteen power coupler. And so help me if you get another size seventeen..." Scrapper shakes his fist all threateningly like, but it's not terribly scary.

 

Hook pauses in his tale of beating Streetwise good to look at his Dump Truck brother. "Hey, it was fun. That is what is important, right?" he smacks his hand into his fist. "Or would you prefer me pounding you next time?" He glares for a moment, the returns to telling Hun-Grrr the story.

 

"Oh, I'm SoooOooo Scared. Hook's gonna beat me up, just like he did to Streetwise!" Sarcasam, thy name is Long Haul. He finally rolls up towards Scrapper, and grinds to a hault. "...A power connector? I've got 90 tons of essential military equipment here, and you expect me to drop it all to get you one damn power connector?" Jeez. Where's Scavenger when you need him? But in lieu of him..."Get Hook to do it! Unless he's gonna go beat up a ProtectoWuss again."

 

Scrapper snickers, but covers it lest Hook see him and deny the inevitable request for Streetwise's armour pieces. Scrapper really has a problem with this, but it's art to him. "Power /coupler/," he corrects Long Haul. "Hook's busy doing... calculations... or... finishing the platform or... or whatever it is that Hook's supposed to do! How am I supposed to get the "Laser" ready if I don't have a power coupler? Answer me that one, smart guy."

 

Bonecrusher has connected.

 

Hook snorts at Long Haul. "I'm /busy/, you nimwit. Oy, my brothers are brothers or wit. Nimwit, dimwit, and halfwit." he mummbles to himself. Since Hungry's still not back, Hook goes back to work on the targeting computer.

 

Long Haul grunts at Scrapper. But, sadly, the constructicommander DOES have a point. Well. Scrapper and Hook aren't the ONLY smart ones! Long Haul is a smartie too! He just needs to think...of...an...answer...thing. "Um..." he grumbles. How CAN Scrapper construct a giant space laser without the use of some sort of power coupling?

 

"Er...Science?"

 

Chimera has connected.

 

Scrapper peers at Long Haul. "That's your answer for everything!" he shouts, throwing his hands up into the air and briefly abandoning his work on the "Laser"'s targeting console. "Science science science! What about engineering? Did you ever think about engineering? Engineering is almost as good as science is!" To Hook, he's just about had enough, so he first asks, "What would it take for me to acquire that Streetwise armour, Hook?"

 

Hun-Grrr has connected.

 

Hook smiles at Hun-Grrr's eagerness to listen. "I will tell you right now, Hun-Grrr. I do not mean to boast too much, but I made my prey run from me like a sissy!" Hook pulls a large piece of white armor from his subspace pocket. Better than cargo pants! "I gave the Protectobot Streetwise a very good pounding, and I took a piece of his armor as a throphy, and as proof that I defeated him in battle." Hook then goes into the blow-by-blow of the battle, which can be found here < http://www.geocities.com/dmiasek/Constructicons/construct_52.htm >.

 

Curses! Curses, hellfire, and damnation! Scrapper has seen through Long Haul's cunning, cunning ploy! He should have known better. He should have known it couldn't last! And so, Scrapper is free to lay into the big ol' green truck, who hasn't even got arms with which to defend himself with!

 

"But. Um. Err...isn't Engineering a KIND of Science?"

 

        Hun-Grrr's optical sensors widen even more so than they were as he is told of Hook's Hunt of Streetwise. He laughs loudly and boisterously as he listens to the Constructicon Engineer tell his side of it. When Hook finishes, Hun-Grrr places his hands upon his hips and gives one final burst of laughter, "HA!" it thunders, "Well, my friend. Seems like it was a glorious hunt. A pity I was not there to witness it first hand, for I would have been greatly... greatly amused by the prey's attempts."

 

Scrapper's optical visor narrows at Long Haul, starting to suspect where all of the dump truck's recent cleverness has truly come from. It's from one word! But then Long Haul counters nicely, and Scrapper has to stop and think about it. "Well... I mean... I suppose that in some ways it's similar to science... but..." Scrapper scratches his chin. "Alllllright, Long Haul. You may have won THIS round... but next time you'll not be so lucky!" he shakes his fist at the dump truck. "Now get me my power coupler!"

 

Chimera has disconnected.

 

Long Haul is BRILLIANT! He would gloat at this victory, but for the fact that it hasn't really, y'know, ACCOMPLISHED anything. A pity. "Fine." he grumbles, hydraulics of his bed shifting as it tilts back, dumping 90 tons of essential and random space "Laser" equipment onto the martian soil.

 

This done, 'Haul transforms up into his proper robot mode and starts pawing through the pile 'o stuff in search of the power converter. Er, Power Connector. Power Consternator.

 

"...What did you need again?"

 

The green dump truck rears back, turning itself into a formidable Decepticon Warrior! Well, no, not really. It's just Long Haul.

 

"Power. Coup. Ler." Scrapper says very slowly, trying to make Long Haul explain. Finally he sighs and uses Long Haul-speak. "The big blue thing with the pointy red thing and the the number 18 plastered all over it. But not the thing with the yellow stripes." The Constructicon grabs his laser torch again and keeps working on that console.

 

Long Haul ooooohs, "Well, why didn't you say so?" Long Haul punches one fist into the 90 tons of technological crap, then pulls it back out, the particular power coupler in question in hand, which he tosses to Scrapper as nessescary. "Here ya go!"

 

Scrapper catches the big blue thing with the pointy red thing and the number 18 plastered all over it but not the thing with the yellow stripes easily with one hand. "Thanks!" he says, five minutes after he originally asked for it. Efficiency, thy name is Constructicon. The Constructicon fiddles around with the console for a moment and then stands back up, dusting off the red dirt. "There, that should be the end of that."

 

Bonecrusher strides out of the Triumph looking very pleased with himself. Seeing his brothers busying themselves with work, and decides not to announce his presence due to the risk of being made to do some himself. Instead he just leans against the side to the shuttle, watching thier antics. Until someone spots him. Or more likely, until someone chooses to mention him in their conversation, in which case he'll have to hand out a beatdown to his fellow Constucticons.

 

Because of course, no one really has too much to say about Bonecrusher that he likes to hear.

 

Long Haul trundles up behind Scrapper, then peers over the guy's shoulder, watching in an oh-so-annoying sort of way. "So...is it a-" he pauses, then corrects hiself. "Is it a "Laser" yet?" he even does the finger-quoting thing.

 

Scrapper nods proudly and gazes in awe, "This, Long Haul, is now the most powerful "Laser" in the universe. I suggest we use it." Scrapper then adds, "But not until the engines are ready. The moment we fire this robo-puppy off, that's the moment the Autobots are going to come flying up here. I won't want that until Mars is well on its way towards Earth." Scrappy doesn't notice Bonecrusher spying on them.

 

Bonecrusher rubs his hands, listening into Scrapper and Long Haul's conversation from afar. Seems the "Death Star 2" (even though he's only thinking about it, he still does the quotes. Damn that Scrapper and his contagious habits!) is ready for him to blow stuff up with. And he hardly had to lift a finger! Job well done on his part, as not only did he evade having to use any effort, he got his own troop to command for the trouble - score!

 

As Scrapper mentions that the "Death Star 2" has its "Laser" ready, Long Haul starts for the controls, hands outstretched like the chaos-bringing chubby digits of a 3 year old child. However, Scrapper mentions that it's not QUITE ready yet. Stupid plans. "Awww..." Long Haul mutters.

 

Scrapper holds out his hand to keep Long Haul where he is like a mother would make sure her idiot son doesn't wander out to play in traffic with all the neat looking trucks. "Don't worry, don't worry. We'll all get a shot at blasting an Autobot or human or whatever we like! That's what makes a project like this just so worthwhile. It's good for the family."

 

Bonecrusher makes a mental note to himself to bully his way to the front of the line when the time comes to start firing that thing. He knows exactly who and what /he/ wants to shoot, and will be damned if anyone else is going to beat him to the punch.

 

"Aww." Too bad Long Haul can't go play in the street. He could take it! "So...who are we gonna shoot with the Laser? I hope we don't let Hook shoot it. He'd just shoot the damn thing at, like, Streetwise. Streetwise is a weener."

 

Scrapper nods and looks around to make sure Hook isn't listening in. He then whispers, "/I/ think Hook's developing an unheathy obsession with that Protectobot. But don't spread it around." I expect that tidbit of info will be known by the entire Empire within the next five minutes. "That Militant, Faris... Smokescreen for sure. Broadcast, and another random Junkion just on principle. Hmmm... who else? Grimlock?"

 

Bonecrusher shouts "Oh yeah! Kill that Grimlock good!", Before realising he's not supposed to be here. Whoops. "Errm, hi guys! I just got here, I really did." Since he's been found out thanks to his own stupidity, he walks across to join the others.

 

Long Haul slowly turns over towards Bonecrusher. "Where'd you come from?" ah well. "But..you do have a good idea. Laser-ing Grimlock -IS- a good idea..." and with that said, he nods towards Scrapper. "Yeah. It's not right. I mean, it's just a PROTECTOBOT. They're just a bunch of stupid loser...face...heads."

 

Scrapper whirls about and looks at Bonecrusher. But Bonecrusher wouldn't lie, so Scrapper believes him. Idiot. The Constructicon grunts and nods, "Ok, Grimlock for sure, Broadcast, Rodimus, Smokescreen, Faris, and one random Junkion. Who else do we need to have die? It's hard to choose when so many of them are completely ineffective against us..."

 

Bonecrusher looks at Long Haul. Ok, you can thing of a good excuse for just appearing out of no where and never doing any work, 'Crusher, c'mon, just THINK! "I was... uhh... sleeping?" Nooo! Transformers don't sleep! What were you thinking. Subconsciously he slaps the top of his head, then checks around to see if he's been rumbled. Oh well. "James Trent, that lousy Militant. He stabbed me right in the back, stupid slagger!" He adds his suggestion as a possibility for the list.

 

Long Haul crosses his bulky arms and sets about to thinking himself. One can almost hear the circuitry firing off - rather ineffectually, one might add. "Um. Err...Ah...Sci-" wait, for onse, his answer WON'T work! "...I know! Jazz! Stupid Jazz with his stupid music and his stupid...um...science?"

 

Scrapper whips out a datapad and starts writing things down. "Ok, Trent's added to the list. Those Militants have been getting uppity for too long." At the excuses that are starting to fly, Scrapper moves to slap both of them in one swing a la Moe from the Three Stooges. "You fools!" he shouts, exhausted at having to think for his two idiot brothers.

 

        Hun-Grrr has idlely been standing by, watching and listening to his Constructicon Hunting Pals. Hun-Grrr merely snorts and snickers at their antics and their conversation. Hook relayed his story to him, and that too goes through his mind at this time. Hun-Grrr is pleased for Hook. A successful hunt is always something to be proud about.

 

        The Khan stands there quietly rocking on his heels. He grows restless... and perhaps coming here was a bad idea? Scrapper was right.. no Autobot will get lost enough to wind up on Mars! Grrr clears his vocal processor and announces, "I yearn for a hunt, my comrades. And watching you here... acting in this way that you are... makes me think... you too yearn for the Hunt! Brothers, I propose we go hunt for some of our Great Clans' prey! What say you?! Yay or Nay?!"

 

Mixmaster has connected.

 

Scrapper looks over at Hun-Grrr. "Your great clans' pray?" he tries to decipher that. "Oh, the Autobots! Yes, I suppose I could be coaxed into going after some of them. And I'm sure I could get the rest of these idiots in gear also!" He looks at the rest of his brothers and shakes his fist. Grrrrr! "Now what do you say?" he asks, folding his arms.

 

Bonecrusher looks across the the Khan. A hunt? Does he mean going for some smashies? Well, he mentioned Autobots, so he guesses so. "Oh yeah!" His brother confirms it for him, so that's good enough for him. "Do you even have to ask, Scrapper?" He says firmly.

 

Long Haul chimes in, as well. "I'll chip in, too! I'll smash them up good!" He has no idea who 'Them' is- but so long as it isn't, say, Galvatron, he'll totally be up for beating the hell out of them!

 

        Hun-Grrr grins broadly, "Most excellent! I knew I could count on you my friends! We will have a large hunting party, yes! Hahahahohohoho!" The boisterous Terrorcon laughs a little longer before he eventually stops... and realises something, "Though this isn't the best of hunting grounds..." Grrr frowns now, "What do you think would be a worthy hunting ground?" The Khan looks towards Scrapper.

 

Scrapper thinks about it. "Well, there's always Earth... but then there's also my Sensor Outpost at Cuprahex that's been threatened by the Autobot occupation of the Warrens. And hey, don't you have something going for the Warrens too?" It's a loaded question, as Scrapper is already well aware that, yes, Hun-Grrr definitely has an interest in the Warrens.

 

        The Terrorcon Khan nods his head feverishly, "Indeed I do, my friend. The Warrens... my territory. My lands which were stolen from me and my clan. Ooooh. Our prey will rue the day they decided to take from us our lands..." Hun-Grrr raises his armored boot and stomps the ground, to emphasise his point.

 

Bonecrusher nods at Scrapper and the Khan, "Didn't Galvatron say something about rewarding who ever reclaimed the Warrens too? Maybe he'll give me another Troop for my army... say, where is my side kick Chimera anyway? She have'd have liked to come kick some aft alongside her new Commander." He says proudly. Chimera is here, but her player isn't, so count it as if she weren't for the sake of this pose. ;)

 

Chimera isn't really here. She's off doing something about that power supply that Scrapper asked for. Hey. Someone's got to try and do the work around here.

If Bonecrusher knew that, he'd be really pleased he doesn't have to do it!

 

Scrapper grunts, "Then it's settled. Hun-Grrr, lead the way. Constructicons, assemble! We're going on a mission!" Someone in the back starts whistling the 'hi ho' song from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Scrapper cringes and turns to Hun-Grrr. "Right, lets get this over with so Galvatron can reward us."

 

Long Haul ums, scratching at his helm. "Why would we go to the Warrens? I mean, it's not like there's anything IMPORTANT-" but, it's too late, as Scrapper's going on and on about assembling a mission or something. "...Are you sure this is a good idea?"

 

        The Khan reaches behind him and pull forth his Halberd of Angelisk. He hits the ground with the handle of the weapon and nods to Scrapper, "Very well. Let us go. This Hunt will be glorious friends. The story of this hunt will be told for generations to come! Hahaha!"

 

Bonecrusher looks at Hun-Grrr and squints, "You what? Let's just get on with this, I don't wanna be standing around here all day when we could be hittin' stuff."

 

Scrapper is damn sure that this is a good idea, but he doesn't bother saying that to Long Haul, since it's implied. And anyway, Hun-Grrr's here. He's all good with military tactics and stuff, right?

 

*** TRAVEL SPAM ***

 

The Warrens

 

     Ratty little buildings turn this area of Cybertron into a maze of steel and iron. Shadows lie everywhere, large enough to hide whole armies.The smell of fear and death lies heavily in this area, Autobots rarely come to this area, for violence often occurs as Transformers attempt to subsist on what they can find or take.

 

Contents:

Slag

Porsche 935 Turbo

Ranger

Elita One

Ankylosaurus <Scorch>

Stegosaurus <Snarl>

Look-Out Spire

Obvious exits:

Fly <Up> leads to Sky above Old Cybertron Highway.

South <S> leads to Cuprahex Sensor Outpost.

East <E> leads to Old Cybertron Highway <West>.

West <W> leads to Istoral Chasm.

Small Shaft <D> leads to Glass Tube.

 

Hun-Grrr arrives from the Cuprahex Sensor Outpost to the south.

Hun-Grrr has arrived.

 

Bonecrusher arrives from the Cuprahex Sensor Outpost to the south.

Bonecrusher has arrived.

 

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> arrives from the Cuprahex Sensor Outpost to the south.

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> has arrived.

 

Long Haul arrives from the Cuprahex Sensor Outpost to the south.

Long Haul has arrived.

 

Long Haul hunkers down into his truck mode, settling heavily down upon the ground with his four massive wheels. Just another day on the job.

 

     With 3 sets of spindly looking appendages all touching the ground at one point or another, and a 4th set held up in front of it, this.. whatever, looks like some deranged personages idea of a detrius drone. Coloured mottled shades of rusted dusk and shadowed twilight, the thing seems to be nothing more than another leftover cast asunder in this war torn world.

 

Porsche 935 Turbo transforms, because it's a little easier to talk, when you can use your hands to pontificate. "Boredom ain't so bad. Not like tryin' to avoid shots or..." he looks at one of the twisty mazes. "Tryin' to figure out what's stalkin' you in here."

 

Bonecrusher's legs fold under him and his arms come together as he shifts into Bulldozer mode.

 

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

 

Ranger slows to a stop in his progress towards the 'bots he can hear up ahead of him, as he hears more sounds /behind/ him. He half-turns to look behind him, seeing no signs of life he shakes himself and mutters "Must be glitch in my audios." He resumes his traipse towards the main group, moving slightly faster this time, however. *skitter* He halts again, and turns around slowly. "Er, is there someone there?" He asks, trying to keep the nervousness from his voice.

 

Ankylosaurus <Scorch> snorts suddenly and glares about quickly as he stirs from his nap. Seeing that the others are still talking about how dull and boring it is out here he nods so as to appear to have been paying attention. "Him Snarl am rights, me tink do what him said is goods idea what evers is was."

 

        The Warrens! Once the domain of the Terrorcons... now... it's a hunting ground inwhich the Terrorcon Khan wishes to take back. he must reclaim his Clan's honor... he must do this for his Clan and for the Decepticon Empire! Sure Scrapper and company want to do this for a reward, but victory in this hunt is reward enough! Hun-Grrr soars slowly through the air, leading the Constructicons onward towards victory. The Mighty Hunter has his Halberd out infront of him as he flies, "Faster my brothers! Faster! The sooner we get there, the sooner.... the sooner the Hunt begins and the sooner our prey falls at our feet! Hahahahahohoho!" Boisterous laughter erupts from the jovial Hunter.

 

Slag takes a swipe at a piece of scrap cutting it clean off the rest. "Me Slag agrees with Snarl. Him smarter than he sounds." The dinobot twirls his sword some more practicing against fictiouus opponents cuttings bits of scrap as he walks along with his brothers. Clearly the boy has alot of anger to release. Not very healthy but you might not want to be the one to bring it to his attention.

 

Payloader <Scrapper> reverts to robot mode because otherwise he'd look out of place, and fashion for a Constructicon is everything. Scrapper is definitely eager to get on the good side of Galvatron at this point in time, and the added bonus of protecting his sensor outpost is just too good to pass up. The Constructicon has been forced to read readouts of Autobot movements here in this area for too long, and it's finally gotten him annoyed. Scrapper looks to his left and right to see how his brothers are fairing. He hopes they're up for the rather tough challenge that no doubt is going to be coming right up.

 

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.

 

Long Haul rumbles across the warrens in his truck mode, massively crunching all that scrap and debris beneath his massive wheels. Yet even with his bed empty, the truck simply isn't nearly as fast enough as to actually catch up with Hun-Grr's eager pace. Yet even still, he's actually looking forward to this scrap- yet another opportunity to prove himself a glorious warrior of the Decepticon cause!

 

Bulldozer <Bonecrusher> flies through the air. Why are the Constructicons all flying in their alt modes? You'll have to ask Mixmaster that, I just didn't want to be the odd one out! Bonecrusher speeds up at the Terrorcons insturction, not one to be late for a fight. In fact, he is so eager to get back into the fray, he risks over taking Hun-Grrr if he goes any faster. When Scrapper transforms, so does he, ready to start smashing things up, wether it's an Autobot or otherwise. Wonder if the Khan want's this place intact... hope not!

 

Unfolding into an upright position, the bulldozer shifts into Bonecrusher's robot form

 

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> trundles along in the gigantic armada of Ground-level Green.. the Constructicons in their vehicle modes. Truly an awesome sight, what manner of magnificience or malevolence are these myriad of mobile machinery going to do? Such things are not for the memories of mere mortals! Marvel at their mystique!!

 

"Are we there yet, Scrapper?"

 

skitter... something.. moves.. slowly.. behind and underneath some detrius.

 

Stegosaurus <Snarl> is still wandering around, muttering in his greatness that there is no Decepticons around! "Ok ok me Snarl will look ONE MORE TIME but me sure me won't find any Decepticons..."

 

Lips curling into a smile at Snarl's words, Elita One nods her head slowly to Snarl and says, "Now, thank you, Snarl, I am most pleased. This might not be the best job you have been put through, but it is an important duty, one that you should be proud to have been assigned with." The femme commander reassures. She then spares a glance over to Ranger, whom she had not taken care of as much as the Dinobot, seeing how he wasn't whining like the other three were. "Anything to report, Ranger?" Elita One calls out to him.

 

And guess who ain't dumb enough to bring the anger issues to Slag's attention? At least not right now. Yeah. That's right. It's Jazz. Who is several dozen times more fashionable than Scrapper. Really. Lime green? And several more than Smokescreen-- Red white and blue? C'mon. Black and white are the stylin' colors.

 

Jazz studies the surroundings. Twisted rusting metal. Check. Mazes that don't have an exit? Check. Scrabbling noises from behind a wall? Er. Check? Smell of burnt fuel and fused wiring? Man. That's enough to make the place even more unpleasant. Movement in the Northern skies? Well. There's some smoke from where Darkmount used to be. "Ya never know... " he eyes that skittering rubble again. "This place really ain't my cuppa tea."

 

Ranger peers out into the darkness, trying to convince himself that he's just letting his nerves get the better of him. There's obviously nothing visi-was that a movement in the corner of his optic? Was there, just for a moment, something just over /there?/ Abruptly he brings up one hand and raps himself on the side of the head. "Knock it off, pull yourself together." The sound of his voice breaking the silence that surrounds his immediate location...silent apart from voices travelling on the air...and the occaisional sound of something skttering, which doesn't sound good, nothing /good/ ever skitters... He turns quickly and walks, nay, /jogs/ back towards the Autobots because, y'know, jogging is healthy, that's why.

 

Slag puts his sword away for now having played enough with it for now. Instead he punts a piece of metal possibly a small engine ontop of a scrap pile. "Me Slag say patrol sucks. Me want to go back to Earth where it warm and fun. Why we bother with Cybertron anyway ? All scrap and junk. Me Slag say we should give it to Junkion and let them fix it."

 

rustle... whatever was moving has stopped for a brief moment.. before the soft, almost silent tick-tick of metal sliding across metal continues, all but drowned out by any other noise in the area..

 

Ankylosaurus <Scorch> glances over his shoulder as Ranger jogs back towards the group and just shrugs. Turning back towards Slag he nods again, he must be in one of his agreeable moods, "Why we wastes time here? Tink we goes back to Earth and lets da others worry bout watch all dis junk."

 

        Indeed Hun-Grrr wants this place intact. This is the Warrens... this is the chosen hunting ground of his Terror Clan. The Mighty Terrorcon Hunter hoots and hollars loudly as he soars along, with his halberd in the air, "Hahaha! We will be telling stories of this by the end of the day, friends! For Angelisk!" Hun-Grrr ends his last boisterous statement with his even louder and forceful battle cry. The mighty hunter uses his halberd to point in various directions... obvious to him that he's trying to coordinate where the Constructicons are to go to hunt... but they will probably fail to see him giving the motions.

 

Scrapper has, unknown to Mixmaster, shut off his audios. He did this when Bonecrusher asked the same damn inane question back in New York. He can't hear a word Mixmaster is saying! Of course, he can't hear a word Hun-Grrr, their leader for this mission, is saying either. But Scrapper gets the gist of it. Probably something about kicking ass, glory, yadda yadda, Decepticons good, Autobots bad, etc etc. Scrapper nods to Hun-Grrr to keep the charade going. "I agree." he tells him inanely. Far away, Scrapper thinks he can see where Hun-Grrr is pointing to. "You got it!" he says. He then keeps flying with Hun-Grrr.

 

Long Haul continues to roll around, finally transforming up into his robot mode for the sake of taking to the air, joining the loose formation of his fellow Decepticons. He looks down over the battered Warrens, then shrugs. Doesn't seem to be the best of places to fight over...but he's no tactician, he's a WARRIOR!

 

Really. He is.

 

"Scrapper, I asked if were were there yet! Scrapper? SCRAPPER!" Mixmaster continues to yell at his brother. Okay, he's ignoring him for a really long time now. Like.. /seconds./ This is a new record! "SCRAAAAAAAPPPERRRRRR?!?!?!" The lime green mixing truck sulks, as much as it shows in this form. And yes, he does pick up Hun-Grrr's pointing, even if he's not really following. "So what, we're going there? What, wait, there? What are you pointing at?"

 

Bonecrusher wasn't really flying, it just looked that way. Yeah. Following Scrappers lead, he keeps quiet until the action begins. Everything here looks like it could to with a few of his special touches. A fist here, a kick there and a bomb or two elsewhere might make this place look a little better. If Hun-Grrr wants it to stay the way it is, he really should have said so, but he /obviously/ doesn't know Bonecrusher all that well. Too bad really, the Constucticon has his own plans for this dump.

 

The green dump truck rears back, turning itself into a formidable Decepticon Warrior! Well, no, not really. It's just Long Haul.

 

Ranger slows to a walk as he nears the gathered Autobots, looks like he was the only one daft enough not to congregate for this 'patrol.' As he joins the group he smiles somewhat shamefacedly and shakes his head in a negative gesture, or is it to dispel lingering anxiety? "I didn't see anything, anyone else?" He places a slight accent on the word 'see' as, while it is quite truthful, it's still something of an evasion. He also casts a glance over his shoulder, trying to do so casually as his optics scan the shadows that gather behind him.

 

Slag kicks some more junk on his way causing some turbo-rats to flee from their now destroyed home..*sniff* "Why must Dinobots be the ones doing this ? Me Slag thought other wimpy Autobots could make themselves useful and drive around in circle and yell for help when in trouble like usual."

 

As he promised, Snarl looks around him...no Decepticons. He smashes a couple of debris around him...no Decepticons. The Dinobots whispers to Slag, "Me think we should talk to Grimlock about this. Patrolling where there is no Decepticons, is not Dinobots job. Me want to crush Decepticons, not debries..." then the Dinobots looks up in the sky... no...wait!

 

Ankylosaurus <Scorch> bats at another pile of trash littering the area his tails scattering the pieces across the path. Not that one would notice the new additions as they mingle with the layers of rusted metal already there. "How longs we stucks doing dis watching ting? Feel likes having to listen to him DeafCharge talks bout smart stuff...borings." With a hrumph he flops down a bit and tries to get comfortable as he starts to doze off again.

 

Awaiting for Ranger's arrival, seeing how the Autobot seemed to make quite an hasty come back, Elita One merely nods her head to him and says, "It seems that none of the others have noticed anything else in the warrens for the time being." The femme commander then turns her head away toward Slag, lips curling into a tight smile as she says, "Unfortunately, I am not gifted with divination powers, or else, the war would have been over a long moment ago if I did. We cannot predict where they'll strike, but we must ensure that our greatest interest are protected. Even though Earth has been more of the center of interest as of late, I still believe that it is very important to keep things active on Cybertron, and Ultra Magnus concurs with this. This may not be your field of expertise, but polyvalance is one of the best skill to have in a war like this. See it as some pratice?" Elita One says.

 

whatever was skittering.. so quietly.. ceases as dinobots go about momentarily re-arranging the local trash.. Then.. the soft skittering begins again.. rustling underneath a partially upturned wall before the noise ceases again...

 

Rustling subsiding. For now. Now there's a good thing.

 

Jazz smiles humorlessly, "Yeah. There's prolly a critter or two runnin' around in the wreckage." He tells Ranger. "Don't want to sit in one place fer too long though. They'll start takin' nips outta your chassis." And of course there's that lovely echoing battlecry. Along with the hooting and hollaring. This is the sound man. He knows who makes those noises. "Uh oh." He says, "Sounds like we're 'bout to get some company." Of course the Autobots could always take cover, and play hide and seek for a while. But there's always the Dinobots. "Heads up, guys."

 

        Hun-Grrr isn't used to leading a pack of raving... I mean raging Constructicons! He's used to his own hunting party, the Terrorcons! The Mighty Khan laughs loudly, "This will be glorious!" He continues to sing praises before the hunt actually gets under way. The Khan can not wait to tell his clan of the hunts he has been having with his Constructicon comrades... though... more because he wishes to interact with them... more than his desire to tell the stories to them. He had hoped to regain this territory with his Clan, but the Constructicons will have to do. When the Khan flies in closer, the Khan emits his battle cry again and transforms, "For Angelisk!" When he transforms in midair the Khan slams into the ground on all four legs. The two heads of the Terrorcon roar loudly in unison.

 

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

 

Scrapper can't hear Mixmaster whining at him at the top of his vocalizer, so his chances of being able to hear soft skittering underneath the ground is close to the chances of Michael Moore blending in at a Mime Convention. "Hnnnngh, this has been the most peaceful trip I've ever had," he remarks to nobody, and even he can't hear himself. Note the unintelligent grunting at the beginning? That's how you know that this scene is being written by Furman! Whoop, looks like Hun-Grrr is doing something. "And what he said goes double for me!" Scrapper shouts, figuring that it'll apply nicely. The Constructicon lands on the ground, drawing out his energy-sword that Springer was kind enough to give to Scourge who gave it to Mixmaster who somehow didn't steal it and gave it to Scrapper. The energo-sword lights up, and Scrapper sticks next to Hun-Grrr for protection. What a champ leader.

 

It's kind of like Attila the Hun leading a horde of construction workers from Queens, isn't it?

 

Even still, Long Haul putters along, finally bringing out his own laser pistol from...somewhere. He lands next to Scrapper, then sets about firing off lasers at random...to keep hiding Autobots in their hidey holes. Right!

 

Bonecrusher shakes his head at Mixmaster, no wonder Scrapper is ignoring him, so would Bonecrusher if he didn't get on his nerves so much. "Would you tell Mixmaster to shut the hell up Scrapper? Scrapper? SCRAAAPPER?!" He bellows, is he ignoring him too? Ugh, the nerve! "Fine, I'll do it... Shut the hell up Mixmaster you damn retard! I came here to fight Autobots, not listen to you ask stupid questions." When Constucticommander lands, so does Bonecrusher, and instantly gets to work stomping on anything he can find. Only bits of debris for now, but soon... ah, soon he'll get to have some real fun.

 

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> isn't whining, he's /emoting./ Finally, he has enough. "Hah, you're just jealous that he ignored me /first!/" He says in retort. Mixmaster, content that his opponent is verbally smote, transforms, pistol in hand. He starts plodding in one of the directions Hungry pointed at before.. Apparently there's something over there. Hope he doesn't run into any Autobots or anything...

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.

 

Stegosaurus <Snarl> looks up in the sky and he finally finds some Decepticons. "Well... Me may have been wrong me seeing Decepticons now. Ok pink femme and funny speaking car were right..." The dinobot advances towards the Decepticons as fast as he can. Finally he arrives in range of Scrapper and Hun-Grrr. Then he remembers he still has to get the constructicon's shovel for Elita. The Dinobot opens his jaws and hurls a jet of fire towards Scrapper.

 

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

You evade Stegosaurus <Snarl>'s Fire breath attack.

 

Slag hears some blasting sounds not too far away (Long Haul's). The dinobot pulls out his gun and goes to investigate or lay some smack down whichever he feels like doing. Upon catching sight of the Constructicon a smile spreads across the dinobot's face. The kind of a smile a kid has when he sees Santa. The kind of smile that hints at some sick twisted pleasure he is about to feel as he shreds his enemy to pieces. Slag lines up Long Haul and gives him a 'warning shot'.

 

Slag strikes Long Haul with Electron-Blaster <Low>.

 

Ankylosaurus <Scorch> begins to mutter before he even opens his eyes as he feels the pings of random laser fire impacting with his armor. "Why stuff starts happen when me ready for naps?" Clambering to his feet Scorch shakes off some debri that had fallen upon him as he scans the area with an evil glare in his eyes. Spotting random lime blotches amid the heaps of metal in the distance he starts to smile, "Look like tings nots going to be as dull as me Scorch tink dey was." Thumping his tail a few times he looks to his brother Dinobots to see if they too noticed the green plague approaching. Unable to get a clear image of any single form Scorch growls as he strides forward a few steps spewing forth flame in his path as he goes.

 

Ankylosaurus <Scorch> strikes Bonecrusher with Dino Flame Breath.

 

Ranger lets out a long drawn-out groan, shaking his head in despair. "Not more fighting, not again. Couldn't we just ask them to leave this time? At least /try/ to resolve this peacefully?" Despite his question there is a tone of resignation heavy in his voice. Since when has the peaceful solution ever worked, after all. He removes his laser pistol from his subspace pocket and prepares to fig...prepares to get his aft handed to him again. A gloomy expression on his face he trails behind the other, more enthusiastic Autobots. <no attack this round.>

 

The femme commander was about to leave, seeing how their patrol had been fruitless, about to leave perhaps just an Autobot or two in here... However though, the noise of action ringing behind her stirs up Elita One's attention, whom abruptly turns her head around over the Dinobots, whom have either caught sight of some Decepticons, or must have hallucinated this out of boredom. Narrowing her optics a bit, leaning over slightly, Elita One tries to evaluate at which distance and where the enemies might be, if any... And once her sensors catch the actual signal of the Decepticons that were being fired on, Elita One grunts a bit.

 

        "Alright Autobots, prepare for battle..." The femme commander says, waving her hand about for a moment. Glancing over to Slag, Elita One says, firmly, "Slag, transform into Dinobot mode so I can ride. That's an order..." Then, Elita One glances over toward Jazz, "Jazz, you take on from here..." Elita One frowns and rushes over a bit toward a pile of junk, both hands grasping over a long and thick steel bar, "I'm going in... If you want to lead from behind slightly, be my guess..." With a loud grunt, Elita One tears off the steel bar from its restraint, swirling it about in the air a bit before she adjusts it.

 

Funny speaking car? Wheelie isn't here... Jazz shrugs, since it's obvious that Snarl is delusional-- Ranger doesn't talk funny. He peers at the two headed dragon with a smirk. "Well well well. Looks like double-ugly's got himself fixed up." Ready, aim. "Lessee if I can take care of that." He nods towards Elita. "Can do, 'Lita."

 

*ZORP!* "Ow, who did-" Long Haul swings about- only to catch sight of Slag. "...That?" His voice nearly cracks at it all. Slag? Slag is big! Slag is MEAN! Slag is a Dinobot!

 

Yet somewhere within Long Haul's dim mind, a foolish, brave thought registers: If he bashes up Slag, that means he'll TOTALLY get famous! Yeah!

 

This in mind, Long Haul raises his own meager laser pistol, and sends a few meager laser bolts in Slag's direction. "Is that the best you can do you...Dino...dummy?"

Scrapper may not be able to hear diddly crap, but he can hear little vibrations in the ground as the Dinobots advance. Thoom, thoom, thoom. Scrapper blinks. "That's either a horde of Autobot Gestalts, or several Dinobots. Boy oh boy I hope it's the Gestalts..." Hey, Scrappy knows which is more scary between the two. The Constructicon's hope doesn't pay off, alas, as he spots the approaching Dinobots. "Oh oh... Hun-Grrr, we're under attack!" he shouts even though it's the Decepticons doing the attacking. Nevermind that Scrapper won't be able to hear whatever Grrr says back at him. Drawing out his pistol, the Constructicon is about to fire a quick blast at Snarl, when something else catches his eye. "Elita," he snarls. Scrapper's replacement shovel, resting comfortable on his back, begins to ache in the memory of a previous incident, just a few miles south of here. "Elita One! Me and you, Autobot! None of your cronies around, and none of my brothers!" Scrapper charges forward towards Elita, ignoring the Dinobots and the nearby Jazz. Seeing Elita with her steel bar, Scrapper draws out and ignites his energo-sword, holding it in front of him as he confronts the Autobot femme.

 

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

 

Long Haul strikes Slag with Puny Laser Pistol.

 

Scrapper also turns his audios back on. With Elita here, Scrapper takes this very serious.

 

Scrapper ignores the Dinobots and the nearby Jazz. Yay for not finishing my sentences.

 

        And the Hunt begins! And the Decepticons' prey seems to be the ones to fire first! It seems that Hun-Grrr prefers it when the prey try to swipe at you first, before you go in for the kill. THe Mighty Khan charges forward, stomping loudly along the ground. The Prey has opened fire... Hun-Grrr's Constructicon brothers have taken the first few hits from the Dinobots gathered in the area, "Hahahaha! Show them that you can take their pitiful attempts to push us backwards! Forward brothers! Crush our prey and make this a successful hunt!" Finally some fire comes Hun-Grrr's way. The mighty Khan's thick hide absorbs a lot of the damage that comes from Jazz's weapons fire. Hun-Grrr roars loudly at the individual who defeated him in his last hunt, "You! I will take great pleasure in hunting you down!" To kind of hammer his point in, one head breaths fire in Jazz's direction... the stream of hot burning goodness heads his way!

 

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

 

Skitter rears a foreleg over a handy pile of trash, peering, as it were, at the sudden bloom of weaponsfinre in the nominally quiet area. With a jerk, the appendage is withdrawn.. the skittering creep sideways continued.. as the creature.. of detrius.. starts to stalk.

 

Bonecrusher is having an ok time, rubble isn't much fun to crush up, but it's better than sitting on your aft on Mars all day. He is pretty wrapped up in his mild form of destruction when the shots start flying into the gathered Decepticons. First Long Haul gets hit, which prompts Bonecrusher to look around for his brothers attacker. He doesn't find him, however, only a large ball of flame which momenteraly engulfs his head, doing minor damage, but severly blisters his paintwork. "SLAGGIT, who done that?" He exclaims, rubbing the soot off his optics. Regaining focus, he spys the Autobot Scorch looking directly at him. "Oh, you want to play do you?" He shouts across, "Well eat this exhaust breath!" He raises his laser pistol and pulls the trigger without hesitation.

 

Bonecrusher manages to strike Scorch with its Constructicon Laser Pistol.

 

Mixmaster, the only Constructicon to NOT be attacked in the opening salvo (excluding Hook and Scavenger, who are sitting around in the background there,) allows himself a few moments of mirth as he watches his brothers get pwnd. Or pwnz0rd, depending. "Slagging Dinobots.." Mixmaster fires off a few shots at Snarl before he yells something into his radio over Decepticon Broadband.

 

Mixmaster strikes Stegosaurus <Snarl> with Laser Pistol! (High).

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "THREE Dinobots? Should we even the odds, Scrapper?"

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "I have pink fish to fry."

 

Stegosaurus <Snarl> can't believe that Scrapper is ignoring him! But he hears Elita ordering Slag to trasnforms... he knows what'S going to happen, he saw it on TV! The dinobot then decides to turn in attention to Long Haul. He advances towards him, raising his tail and firing a missile at the Contructicon. At this moment, Mixmaster fires at Snarl but the dinobot doesn't even feel the shot, so Mixmaster is safe...for now.

 

Stegosaurus <Snarl> strikes Long Haul with Tail missile.

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Scrapper, do you have any idea how unthemel.. how inappropriate that is?!"

 

Slag gets hit in the chest by Long Haul then blinks twice at Elita's order .oO(Transform always a good idea.)Oo. The dinobot transforms into dino mode and runs towards Lita so she can hop on for the ride. The dinobot turns around for derr targetzen. Slag charges at Scrapper! And yes he is carrying the fearsome femme on his back. Halfway to Scrapper the dino's horns are starting to glow and fire at the Constructicon leader.

 

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

 

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

Triceratops <Slag> strikes you with Tri-Horn Blaster for 5 points of damage.

 

"Come get me." Elita One shouts back to Scrapper, gingerly leaping over to straddle Slag's back, hoping over him like some sort of horse, settling herself in. The femme commander grunts, placing the long and thick steel bar slightly underneath her armpit, lodging it into place and pointing it straight foward away. "Onward, Slag! Charge full ahead at that Construction!" Despite the pink femme's words, Slag already seemed to know and went charging straight over toward the lime green Decepticon. Perhaps eagerness or recklessness though, as Slag approaches, not using any other form of weapons, Elita One merely leans over gently, as if to embrace the moment when both will impact with one another.

 

Skitter compresses itself underneath a hanging of detrius, forelegs tucking in low to the ground as it lies in wait for its selected target to grow close wnough for a *cough8 prescision strike. Or in its case.. a dash by attack.. Upon part of its mottled carapace, several optical sensors glimmer with sullen verdant glows, the rasp of pedipalp against mandible all but silent.

 

Ankylosaurus <Scorch> continued his plodding approach over and through the rubble heaps blocking him from getting at the particular green target he set his eyes on. He seems pretty happy now that things have gotten more exciting as he snorts out a short plume of smoke from his nostrils, his mirth quickly evaporates as a laser blast impacts him right between the eyes bringing him to a hault. Slamming his tail down he roars loudly before bellowing, "Now me Scorch am mads! Me not likes gets hit in head! You green want exhaust den me Scorch gives you exhausts!" Moments later the large dinosaur seems to intake a deep breath which he holds just long enough for his internal systems to add the proper chemical mix to it before he exhales it as a stream of gel like flame towards Bonecrusher.

 

Ankylosaurus <Scorch> strikes Bonecrusher with Napalm Flame Spray.

 

Ow! It burns and stings!

 

Okay. Not really, but the stream of hot burning goodness takes that nice shine off of Jazz's finish. "Just like ya did last time, Hun-Grrr?" he asks. "I seem ta remember knockin' your heads together a couple of times." He smiles. "Maybe ya oughta take yourself back t'whatever cave you crawled out of." Jazz suggests, all friendly-like. Then punctuates it with a running attempt to smash those two heads together again. Maybe not the brightest of ideas, but it might make the TerrorCon think. Or . . something.

 

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

 

Ranger stands aimlessly watching the other Transformers around him take up the call to battle, he feels...rather unnecessary, if truth were told. Well, despite his distaste for combat and violence, he's an Autobot and really should support his fellow faction members. He starts to move slowly around the buildings, to see if he can find a good vantage point from which to join combat /without/ joining combat, so to speak.

 

The rocket explodes about Long Haul's form, temporarily obscuring his chunky green form for a few moments. Could it be that Snarl's formidable rocket has dispatched the Logistical Officer?

 

The answer comes in the form of a roar: "Yeeeeargh!" From the cloud of blackened smoke, Long Haul charges- gone is the doormat of a grunt- this is Long Haul the warrior! Charging forward to fame and glory!

 

Snarl stands directly in that path, it would seem- and so, Long Haul just barrels forwards, black hands open. He's either lost his laser pistol, or put it away. This is the work for his bared hands!

 

Long Haul lowers his shoulder as he charges towards Snarl- while he hasn't enough speed to do any damage with a bum rush, that is not his intention. Instead, Long Haul attempts to wrap his arms around Snarl as best he can...and then, should he get that grip, Long Haul perform an action he's very good at: he will lift a very heavy thing. Hydraulics whine under the strain- but hold. There is an absoultely amazing amount of power packed into this stocky robot.

 

Of course, in contrast to his usual, peacetime actions, as soon as he gets that lifted, Long Haul smashes his load back down towards the ground, complete with a "Raaaagh!"

 

Long Haul strikes Stegosaurus <Snarl> with Facebeating!.

 

        The Two headed monster snaps his right jaw shut and the flames coming from it stops spewing. Obviously the Mighty Terrorcon Hunter wants to view what his firey devestation has caused. Of course the firey devestation caused a little burning... eh... a little charring. But the end result of death and destruction was of course not there. Jazz instead came at him while taunting him about his last defeat. Of course what Jazz does could be considered suicide... come in for a close encounter with the TerrorKhan? Sure... the Dragon's heads are clobbered against one another, but that's ok... they are far less damaged than they were when Jazz did it last time. When Jazz comes in and slams his heads together, Hun-Grrr rears up on his hindlegs and begins lashing out at the Autobot.

 

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

 

Scrapper stands his ground as Constructicon pride overcomes him. Pistol in one hand, laser sword in the other, Scrapper prepares to try and come out on top of this inevitable meeting of Dinobot mounted Elita and green engineer. Scrapper knows that the mount is too well protected, but it might be difficult to hit the rider with her leaning so far forward. He is willing to accept Elita's challenge, Dinobot included or not included. The Constructicon wordlessly takes steady aim with his pistol and fires off a full setting blast, attempting to dislodge knight from her steed. Hit or miss, Scrapper holsters the drained pistol and grips his energo-sword in two hands for the upcoming collision, holding it erect in a defensive position. With his attention focused on his foe, Scrapper is oblivious to the others, including a certain random element skittering about.

 

Elita One evades your Devastating blast attack.

 

Mixmaster continues to avoid getting shot? He even cowers reflexively and covers his face as he shoots the dino.. only to receive no retaliation. He gets up, and notices not a single blast has been fired in his direction. "What th...?" Mixmaster hesitates for a moment, but ONLY a moment. Mixmaster finally chooses a course of action. He transforms as an emitter pops out from the top of his cement cab. It's Mixy's thermal beam. The Constructicon makes his way towards Elita One, distracting her with a high temperature blast, and hopefully leaving an opening for Scrapper to exploit.

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.

 

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> strikes Elita One with Thermal Beam!.

 

Bonecrusher grins as he finds his mark, hitting Scorch right between the eyes. He grin soon fades, however, as he is coated in a burning liquid. The Constructicon hits the ground rolling, slapping his melting body all over. It takes some time for the burning to fade and for Bonecrusher to pull himself up onto his feet. He is pissed. and pretty damaged already, some of his internal circitry showing through a half melted chestplate. The Decepticon transmits something over the broadband before he sums up the resolve to charge his aggressor. the laser pistol slips away into a subspace pocket at the runs at full speed. Not slowing a bit as he closes the gap between him and his target, the irate Bonecrusher aims a green boot for the Dinobots face. "That... HURT!" He shouts as his foot makes it's way towards Scorch.

 

Bonecrusher manages to strike Scorch with his Eat Green, Eat it in the face!.

 

This is rather unusual, Snarl is actually lifted frmo the ground and smashed back into it. Usually he is the one doing that! The dinobot twists himself to get back on his feet, and while doing so, he swings his tail towards the daring Constructicon. "You not doing that to me again! Me Snarl now ANGRY."

 

Stegosaurus <Snarl> strikes Long Haul with Tail swing.

 

<Decepticon> Bonecrusher says, "Brothers, this guy is slaggin' me! Don't get too distracted with the small fish."

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Aww, are you getting attacked, Bonecrusher?"

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Damn Dinobots. Always... wherever we go, they're ALWAYS there! They're a curse,"

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "How are you holding up, Hun-Grrr?"

 

<Decepticon> Long Haul says, "We can take 'em!"

 

<Decepticon> Bonecrusher says, "Attacked? WHAT WOULD YOU CALL GETTING MELTED TO SLAG??"

 

Ankylosaurus <Scorch> shakes his head once the napalm is exhausted trying to clear away some of the smokey haze that formed in its wake. Sparing a second he looks toward Slag playing horse for Elita and shakes his head wondering why he never gets to play while he smashes things. This momentary distraction leaves him open to receive a rather uncomfortable boot in the face. As the impact shifts his weight upon the rubble he was standing on Scorch is forced to brace himself with his tail or slide back. Once his tail is set he lunges forward as best he can to try and grab a piece of that leg before it is pulled out of reach.

 

Ankylosaurus <Scorch> misses Bonecrusher with his Dino Chomp attack.

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Hm, I see, Bonecrusher. Anyone else suffering this predicament? Long Haul? Scrapper? What say you?"

 

<Decepticon> Long Haul says, "We can take 'em!"

 

<Decepticon> Bonecrusher says, "He just got a taste of his own medicine, I'm gonna make sure he has an overdose!"

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "I say Elita's head would look mighty fine in my collection."

 

Skitter has patience.. Either from intellect.. or instinct.. Either or.. it waits.. until what it had picked up at first draws closer.. Then.. with the patter-slide-click of six legs propelling it out from underneath its huddle, it charges at.. Ranger from an angled rear position. No battle cry doth this beast voice, nor howl nor growl. Simply insect-like silence as the forportion of its carapace opens, extending jagged mouthparts outwards in preparation to bite!

 

Skittering isn't really something that you can pay that much attention to when you're trying to avoid being clawed by a big two headed dragon... thing. Jazz certainly can't afford to pay attention to it right now. Especially while trying to do something as crazy as using the necks to swing himself onto the two headed monster's back. A purpose? Of course he has a purpose for doing that. Don't look at me like that. Just DON'T.

 

Jazz succeeds in grasping Two-Headed Creature (Hun-Grrr), throwing him off-balance.

 

It would take quite a courage to remain in the path of such a devastating charge... Enough to spread fear in some of the bravest warriors... And with a reason, who would be suicidal enough to stand in the path of Slag, running like all hell's loose, right for you? Especially seeing how that Elita One was atop of the Dinobot. Optics fixed over on her target, her prey, Elita One was quite an easy target, however though, the mere sight of the Dinobot charging over, ready to stomp throughoutly over Scrapper must have been enough to lower the Construction's accuracy, seeing how is laser shots merely pass over the femme commander and to her side...

 

        All caught up into her own charge, Mixmaster's thermal blast destabilizes the pink femme, causing her to lose her stance on Slag, however, not enough to force her off from her steed. A few cracks left over her shoulder plating, the pink armor having turn slightly red from the heat, Elita One growls and didn't even seem to notice where the blow came from, adjusting herself over Slag as they headed right for Scrapper... And once they get close enough, just in range, leaning over, her butt plating leaving her spot on Slag's back merely to give herself more power in her strike, the femme commander hurls the steel pole right over to ram the lime green Construction right in the chest as they pass by, letting out a loud scream, either to intimidate Scrapper or merely to add on into her strike as Slag runs straight for her foes.

 

<Attack:> Elita One used blow. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

Elita One strikes you with Steel Pipe Impaling for 8 points of damage.

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "So those are yesses, yes?"

 

Triceratops <Slag> relishes the moment of charging into the thick of battle. "Me Slag been after your shovel for quite some time now. Me Slag going to get it this time. For real." After Elita's strike the dinobot carries on his charge towards Mixmaster but slows down at the last minute and turns around to line up Scrapper for another pass. However as the triceratops turns around it's tail swings and tries to smack Mixmaster in the side of the cab.

 

Triceratops <Slag> strikes Cement Truck <Mixmaster> with Tail smash!.

 

Perhaps it's luck, perhaps it's because he's glancing around and sees a flicker of movement in the corner of his optic, perhaps it's mysterious senses, whatever the reason, the effect is to cause Ranger to whirl around in alarm, only to find himself bodily knocked to the floor by some sort of /creature./ Thankfully, due to his turn, the thing doesn't get it's chance to bit him, and he is merely left struggling frantically to dislodge the creature from him while holding it at bay.

 

Skitter can only stay for one more round. Work in the wee hours.. fun fun

 

        When all the lashing is said and done, Hun-Grrr falls back down onto all fours and proceeds to stomp forward, incase he managed to fell Jazz... so he'd finish him off by walking over him. Of course that isn't going to happen either... and boy will Hun-Grrr be angry about things not going his way already. Why is Jazz not under-foot? Probably because he's now over-back. The Khan felt Jazz use his necks to propel him up onto him. Hun-Grrr turns both noggins as he lumbers forward. Both heads turn to regard Jazz, "Imbecile!" He shouts as he lunges both heads forwards in an attempt to chomp down on the Autobot riding him.

 

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

 

Long Haul staggers at the whack of the tail, the blow going and putting a sizable dent into his armor- and he's even flung a considerable distance, Long Haul crashes into a handy-dandy metal building, neatly demolishing it. "Rrrh. Ow."

 

He slowly staggers back to his feet, rubbing at his helm, dazed- The blow of Snarl's tail was enough to knock some sense into Long Haul, snapping him out of his 'Berserker!' mode. A pity.

 

Long Haul comes to the realization that ranged attacks may be in order- Yet, where's that laser pistol of his? Having lost the weapon earlier...he instead hunkers down into his truck mode, rocket launchers deploying. "Suck on THIS, Suck...face!" While he's good at breaking stuff, insults are not exactly...his forte. A pity.

 

Scrapper watches as the Dinobot and femme charge towards him, and he knows right here and now that he's no warrior. The trickling seed of doubt that takes root in the back of his mind and begins to flourish, feeding on the worry of seeing the charging animal (and make no mistake, Dinobots are nothing more than filthy animals with basic speech capabilities. Almost a disgusting mockery of Cybertronian life, if you will). But doubt or no doubt, Scrapper knows that he's in too far and deep, and there's no escaping this meeting, however much the advantage is leaning towards the Autobot warrioress.

        And so, with his choices gone, Scrapper is left with only one: Stand your ground and fight. At the very moment that Slag is upon him and bellowing his own terrifying threats, Scrapper lets out a snarl of his own to counter Elita's war cry. Diving to the side, Scrapper attempts to run his sword up along Elita's midsection as she rides past. Scrapper vaguely remembers a blur as Slag runs onward to attack other Decepticon foes, and the Constructicon is suddenly laying on the ground with the pole partially imbedded in his chest. Slowly, he rises to his knees and snaps the pole off, tossing it aside. Scrapper offers a quick rare thanks to Primus for strong Constructicon armour and gazes over at the Autobot knight, unsure of whether his ploy even worked to begin with.

 

Bonecrusher lets out a grunt as his foot connects, "HRR, you like that you retarded Dino-chump?" He shouts with no small amount of fury. However, Bonecrusher remembers all too well how much that flaming liquid hurt his aft and is thinking about how to dodge a second helping of it before the Autobot moves to attack. The spray of lethal breath doesn't come, only a lunge and snapping of powerful jaws. None-the-less, Bonecrusher is prepared, and leaps back a step, crouching and bringing his hands up to protect the exposed parts of his body. Since Scorch isn't using the same attack as before, this last part looks rather stupid, which only serves to enrage the Decepticon further. "Why you... You really are askin' for it chump! Have some more then!" Continuing to give his legs a proper work, swings his foot in an upwards motion this time, tring to catch the jaw that Scorch seems so eager to introduce the Constucticon to.

 

Long Haul hunkers down into his truck mode, settling heavily down upon the ground with his four massive wheels. Just another day on the job.

 

You strike Elita One with Looking to Scavenge some Autoparts.

 

Long Haul misses Stegosaurus <Snarl> with his Twin Rockets attack.

 

Bonecrusher manages to strike Scorch with his kick to the jaw.

 

The Cement truck gets knocked back harshly by the tail swipe.. and he bounces about on his suspension from it too. There is a decently-sized dent on his fender, too. "Gaah! Stupid.. horns and.. tails.." Mixmaster's coherancy is being affected by his anger at no longer making it through this battle untouched. "With your face.. stupid face and..!" Yeah, he's lost it. Mixy transforms again, as a nozzle extends from his headpiece. Whilst Slag's back is turned away from him, he empties a container of some very powerful adhesive, specifically designed to stick to limbs and clutter them, rendering them useless. If he aims this right, Slag's powerful feet will be stuck to the ground, leaving Elita with less of a steed and more of an immobile boulder to sit on.

 

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.

 

Mixmaster strikes Triceratops <Slag> with his Servo-Gumming Glop attack.

 

Stegosaurus <Snarl> doesn't even blink as Long Haul fires a rocket towards him. It hits him right on the back but the rocket doesn't even dent the heavy plating of the dinobot. "Me Snarl say you will not run away! You made Snarl angry and puny missiles won't save you! Me Snarl will stomp you!" The dinbot charges towards Long Haul, raising his tail and firing a couple of energy bolt from the spikes.

 

Stegosaurus <Snarl> misses Long Haul with his Solar Blast attack.

 

Ankylosaurus <Scorch> winces as a shudder runs through his frame as his jaws clamp down on nothing. Of course he gets a good chuckle when he spots Bonecrusher defending himself from, well nothing. "Me tink dat what yous shoulds have dones da time before. Dem maybes you not looks like..." *Clank!* Scorch is suddenly cut short as another boot connects with his jaw. This time it manages to almost up-end the dino, who begins to slide back a foot or two before he transforms to avoid being flipped over. "Me Scorch tolds yous dat me not likes gets hits in head! Why always hits me in da heads? Me tink it cause you wants get smashed. dat ok with me Scorch." Finishing his intellectual discussion about always being struck in the noggin Scorch balls up a fist and lets it fly.

 

Shuddering Scorch rises up and splits apart as he transforms into his robot mode.

Scorch strikes Bonecrusher with Dino-Punch.

 

Skitter flashes its maw at Ranger who unexpectedly faced the attack, baring shards of metal attanged as fangs of some kind, complete with a viscious fluid begining to trickle towards tips. A waving of forelegs.. a resonant rumbling and the creature rears upwards.. before skittering sideways away from Ranger. Still making a click-hiss noise from someplace inside its carapace, akin to the sound of hydralics leaking underneath great pressurization, it begins to back off, forelegs still raised in defense, but slowly flattening its spindly bulk down, compressing in preparation to flee into the underside and trash once more.

 

<KNUJ> Radio DJ Broadcast says, "This is radio KNUJ!"

 

<Decepticon> Comcast says, "For the love of Primus, NO!!"

 

<Decepticon> Recoil says, "You don't love Primus."

 

<Decepticon> Comcast says, "WHERE are my DCI units?"

 

<Decepticon> Long Haul says, "You have DCI units?"

 

<Decepticon> Arachnae says, "Don't look at me. I haven't seen a DCI unit in quite a while."

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Nnnnngh..."

 

<Decepticon> Comcast says, "Shut up Motormaster.. Oh, Scrapper. Sorry, honest mistake."

 

<Decepticon> Long Haul says, "Burrrn!"

 

<Decepticon> Bonecrusher snorts, "Better make that the last time you make that mistake."

 

<Decepticon> Long Haul says, "Seriously. Scrapper's gonna light you on fire."

 

<Decepticon> Arachnae says, "Comcast, don't bait the Constructions, it's.. *unhealthy*."

 

<Decepticon> Comcast says, "I'm not baiting anyone, like I said. Honest mistake."

 

Triceratops <Slag> starts to charge at Scrapper but half-way there gets nailed by Mixmaster's super adhesive which causes the dinobot to perform some funky break-dancing moves as he sticks almost instantly to the liquid. "Raaarr!! ME Slag say what is that stuff ?" The triceratops growls and pulls and jerks around trying to break himself free. Alas it fails. The angry dinobot momentarily controls and himself and starts using his flame breath on his legs to burn the glue away. <No attacks this turn, busy breaking free>

 

<Decepticon> Arachnae says, "Nnnnngh"

 

"Yeeeeow!" The meister is firmly grabbed by those powerful jaws. "Leggo ya ugly can-munchin' excuse fer a mech." Yeah. Hun-Grrr has a good bite on that shoulder. Jazz tries smacking a massive foot backwards into what on an organic being would be the ribcage. Too many hours of watching bronco busting on Earth TV, at a guess.

 

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

 

Ranger hurriedly shuffles away from the creature, only climbing to his feet when he feels he has reached a 'safe' distance. Warily , keeping his optics on the creature, he picks up the pistol he dropped when the creature sprang out at him. For a moment he feels tempted to turn his laser on it, but his principles intervene and he hastily moves away from it, leaving it to whatever it wishes to do, so long as it doesn't attack him again. When he feels the creature is no longer a threat, naive perhaps but that's just Ranger, he turns again to the continuing fray around him and, choosing a target at random, fires a few rounds from his pistol.

 

Skitter has left.

 

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

 

Ranger strikes you with feeble, distracting-type laser thingie for 6 points of damage.

 

Indeed, Scrapper's efforts had brought some results. A nasty cut going up from the femme commander's upper torso going all the way down over to her waist, on her side, diagonally. It's only after the charge that it seems a bit more evident, as the femme commander seems a less stoic and firm, slightly limp over her steed, her hand reaching down for her injuried side that was leaking various sort of Transformer fluids. Gripping her side, Elita One winces a bit from her long distance away, merely smashing her knees into Slag's flank, as if to indicate him to charge once more over Scrapper, despite her lack of a weapon. "Full charge ahead..." She whispers to Slag.

 

        And of course, that's exactly what he does... And the steed's velocity steadily increase, as well as the pink femme's devotion and strenght returning to her as she forces herself into a firm posture... Her lack of weapon not seeming to touch one bit Elita One's determination, especially as Scrapper was on his knees, almost asking for a finishing blow... If only she had a sword! Unfortunately though, it seems that her mount's charge is slowed, getting over into an halt. Quick reflexes, her azure optics going down to notice the restraint that had grown over Slag's legs, she decides to make up the rest of the distance on herself... In fact, she uses whatever's left of Slag's charge to her advantage...

 

        And as Slag slows down, Elita One rises her back a little, merely to leap off right over toward Scrapper, letting out a loud scream as she strides to hit Scrapper with her lower body, to pin him down and force him down on his back, to imobilize him... Even then, as if to press herself down on Scrapper... Thanks to Ranger though, he may have made the task of shooting him down much easier.

 

        In her dominating position, on top, Elita One merely grins, even if her wound now was quite displayed to Scrapper... She cranks her fist backward and says, "That one has your name on it, Scrapper..." She says, before she hurls her fist foward to punch Scrapper in the face and pins him further down in the process.

 

<Attack:> Elita One used Punch. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

You evade Elita One's Punch attack.

 

Mixmaster cackles as Slag gives himself a hotfoot. "Wouldn't you like to know, cretin?" he sniggers as his nozzle accesses another batch of chemicals. "Sorry, it involves far too much, you know, brainwork. Nevermind, I have something here for you and your rider." And with that, Mixmaster turns on a wide-angle nozzle, aimed for both the Dinobot and Elita One. Mixy empties a healthily-sized portion of corrosive acids at high pressure on the pair, cackling all the way.

 

Mixmaster unleashes his Wide-Angle Acid Spray! attack on Elita One and Slag, striking Elita One and Slag.

 

Miraculously enough, Snarl's laser blast does little to phase Long Haul's thick truck-like hide. Of course, Long Haul's rocket does little to Snarl...so they're even. "You don't scare me!" says the would-be Warlord. "I'll show you! Show you good!...IN THE FACE!"

 

And so, Long Haul grinds his engine into gear, pushing himself forwards to meet the Dinobot's charge! It's a stupid and foolish thing to do- pretty much on Par with the Constructicons. He hasn't the speed or finesse of other 'bots, he simply pushes forward, relentlessly crushing anything and everything beneath his huge wheels: rubble, detrius...Dinobots.

 

Long Haul strikes Stegosaurus <Snarl> with 100 tons of Lime Green!.

 

        The crunching of metal in the dual heads of the Terrorcon Monster is enough indication for Hun-Grrr that he managed to strike something when he went to take a couple of chunks out of Jazz's armor. Whether or not the armor was Jazz's or his own.. he doesn't know yet. Though he doesn't feel any pain on his back region.. he can only assume he just devoured a small portion of the Autobot. The Terrorcon's sides are kicked by the meister after the Khan releives Jazz of a few plates of armor. As he's being kicked, Hun-Grrr merely devours what he took from his Autobot enemy. Hun-Grrr laughs at Jazz, "You're a humorous prey, I hope I can leave some scraps of you for Scrapper. I want to give him something to use for his artwork, Hahahaha!" The two heads of the beast swing forward and attempt to slam up against Jazz.

 

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

 

"AhahhaHAHAHA! I did it! I finally shut you UP! Ahahhah!" Bonecrusher roars with glee, watching as his kick flips the Dino-dolt over, forcing him to transform to aviod a situation more embarrasing that Bonecrusher previous display. Still, thinking he has gained the upper-hand causes Bonecrusher to let his guard down, and no attempt is made to avoid the incoming punch. The force of the impact whips the Constucticon into a 180 spin and cause a crack to appear in the armour of his jaw. A hand quickly rises to apply pressure to the fracture. His mouth hangs open, making him look like he's either in a great deal of pain, or suffering from shock. "Ugh." Is all he can say for once, brofe truning to face the Robo-Dino and return the servo-sandwich he just snacked on.

 

Bonecrusher strikes Scorch with Servo-Sandwich!.

 

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

Mixmaster strikes you with Laser Pistol! (High) for 9 points of damage.

 

Mixmaster oopsies, as there was a little overspill from that coating. "Sorry, Scrapper!" He feebly yells to his brother. (that'll patch things up, sure..)

 

Scrapper slowly gets back up to his feet, dazed at his previous engagement with Elita One. Although his vision is blurry at the moment, he could almost /swear/ that he could see something (signs of struggle?) just behind that... no, it's nothing. Scrapper shakes his head to clear the cobwebs out of his programming and tries to refocus on the task at hand: Deactivating Elita One. "Thank you, Mixmaster," Scrapper says as he sees that the knight's steed has been momentarily disabled. Staggering towards Slag with his energo-sword in one hand to get some revenge, Scrapper is suddenly blown back by a not-so-feeble laser blast seemingly from no-where and falls to his knees, wounded. "Ach.." he coughs, never taking his optics off of Elita for even a moment. And it would seem that she has not taken her gaze off of her quarry either. Thank God for his brother stopping that Dinobot. Sword at the ready even in his vulnerable position, "Come and get it, Elita!" he shouts as the femme lunges off of the Dinobot in order to make this fight up close and personal.

 

        Scrapper reaches up as Elita meets him, successfully grabbing onto one of her arms with his free hand while blocking with his energo-sword, thus leaving the femme without an arm to strike him with, and unable to quite pin him to the ground. But it also means that Scrapper is still on his knees, and has to use all of his strength to keep her off of him. Just as he's about to make a sneering retort, the pair are washed with acid, burning into both green and pink, searing both equally. So much for thanking Mixmaster. Now partially melted from this drenching, he and his nemesis are locked in a strange stalemate - one which he tries to end.

 

        Movely slowly due to the damage attributed to him, Scrapper manages to release Elita's arm with his hand despite the fact that they've melted slightly together. He also brings his sword away, breaking contact with the femme. Now it's just a matter of who's faster given the situation. Scrapper lunges upwards to his feet, trying to bring his left hand around to smash into Elita's face in a most brutal punch. Smoke drifts off Scrapper into the dark Cybertronian atmosphere as his armour continues to burn.

 

You strike Elita One with Left Hook.

 

Stegosaurus <Snarl> doesn't move and just stare as the truck rolls towards him. At the last moment, he tries to move out of the way. He also swings his tail towards the contructicons, trying to use his spikes to slice into the Long Haul's armor. Unfortunately for him, he can't see if his maneuver was a success because he moved too slowly, the constructicon rammed into him, knocking him on the ground.

 

Stegosaurus <Snarl> misses Long Haul with his Spikes slash attack.

 

Triceratops <Slag> frees himself mostly due to his fire and partly due to the acid bath he just got curtesy of Mixmaster. The anger is growing...The juvenile prank with the glue...the acid shower...The furnace has reached critical temperature. Slag slowly turns to face Mixmaster. You can see trickles of smoke coming from the corner of his eyes. This is usually a sign that a hot bath is coming but no...The triceratops transforms into robot mode and stomps towards the constructicon.

 

A flick of the wrist Slag's energo-sword appears from subspace into his hand. The dinobot takes a mighty swing at Mixmaster.

 

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.

 

Slag strikes Mixmaster with Energo-Sword.

 

Scorch grins as the sound of his fist meeting metal rings in his ears. Then it rings again, but Scorch only swung once. Grumbling as he realizes that he himself was just hit the Dinobot steps back a bit. Is he running? Bracing to charge? Nah, he was making sure he had enough room to swing his leg up enough to try and land a soild side kick on the smaller Decepticon. "Hrumph. Me Scorch shuts you ups perm...a..forevers. Den we see who da one not talking." All this of course is said in the time it takes his foot to make its way towards Bonecrusher, since these things always take long enough for banter and such.

 

Scorch strikes Bonecrusher with Dino-Boot.

 

Ranger continues to move towards those in the combat zone, breaking into a run he presses his attack on Scrapper, not that he thinks he'll make much difference in the outcome of the fight, but nevertheless giving it the old 'bot try. Using his momentum as much as his physical strength, he swings his arm around and attempts to plant a hit on Scrapper's jaw with the handle of his pistol.

 

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

You evade Ranger's uh, pistol handle to the jaw.. attack.

 

Slammed by a pair of heads, Jazz looses his grip on the back of the two headed dragon, and tumbles backwards, and a distance away. Bronco busting time is over. "I maybe a work of art, but I ain't gonna be no one's armrest." He says, once he manages to catch up with himself. That smack did hurt. "But you shouldn't start talkin' about having something before you get it... As the song says, 'You can't always get what you want!" He grins, ignoring what dents and bites are doing their leaking and aching. Forget getting close to Hungry. He's got a missile with 'Terrorcon' written all over it. Well. Maybe not literally written. You get it, right?

 

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

 

With a grunt, optics narrowed the femme commander tries to press herself against Scrapper to force him down into the ground, the shower of acid definately not helping in the process, but damaging both of them equally, that's at least that. Vapors of armors melting through the contact of the chemicals, rusting away due to oxydation. The pink color vanishes from her armor, as well as some part of her white armor, leaving being either corrosed piece of metal of a brownish sort of brown. The vapors as a whole were mostly the paint job that was being heated enough to fade away.

 

        Hands melting a bit, though the quantity of acid could only do a certain amouth of damage and the digging through the femme's armor was getting to its end, doing quite its bunch of damage and stainting, to a certain extend, the femme commander's fluids. A few twitches come her way, her reflexes not quite as accute as they used to be as the femme's grasp lessens over Scrapper as his fist impacts right with the femme's head, causing her to stagger backward, her head jerking back a bit...

 

        However, it's hardly what was about to stop her, in fact, it almost seemed to give her a second breath as Elita One lets out a loud grunt, hurling herself over toward Scrapper and swinging her right leg over to him, trying to give him a knee smash right into his midsection.

 

<Attack:> Elita One used kick. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

Elita One strikes you with Boot to the face for 6 points of damage.

 

<Autobot> Jazz says, "How we holdin' up, people?"

 

Long Haul simply steamrolls over Snarl, plowing into- and then OVER the quadrapedal Dinobot. "Feel that! Feel that? That's Me...Running you over! IN THE FACE!" It just so happens that Long Haul plows over Snarl's tail at just the right moment for the truck to avoid getting stuck with that nasty tail full of spikes.

 

Long Haul transforms to his robot mode and tromps over towards his opponent, raising one fist up to strike forcibly downward with a heavy punch. Every blow he inflicts on Snarl is a pure joy- simply because he's fighting an Autobot heavy hitter...and WINNING! Let's see the other constructs look down on him after THIS!

 

        See.. when Hun-Grrr's heads are fully armored they can take a beating. Hey.. They can also provide one too! Just ask Jazz! Hun-Grrr rears back as Jazz falls off of his back. A small victory for Hun-Grrr... but the Mighty Hunter doesn't have long to celebrate it! Jazz shot a missile at the Terrorcon. It's explosion covered the entire area of Grrr's body.. and he disappears in the explosion for a moment. He emerges from the explosion charging in Jazz's direction. Armor has melted off.. charred marks and damages from the explosion's shockwave have formed all over the heavy armor of the Terrorcon. The Terrorcon intends on trying to run over Jazz.. and attempt to cause as much damage as he can with all his limbs moving around while trying to trample the Autobot.

 

The green dump truck rears back, turning itself into a formidable Decepticon Warrior! Well, no, not really. It's just Long Haul.

 

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

 

<Autobot> Gears says, "Oh, I'm doing alright, I suppose. The late night movie is pretty dull, though. Thanks for asking, Jazz."

 

Mixmaster catches an Energy Sword in the chest! "Yaaah!" The constructicon yelps as the signs of delicate circuitry kept underneath begin to show themselves. After removing the sword from the wound, Mixy does what any coward would do, and conceal the damaged wound. He transforms! Mixmaster assumes his Cement Truck form, revving his engine several times before charging for the Dinobot.

 

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.

 

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> strikes Slag with Cement Truck Knockdown!.

 

No witty comeback? No insulting retort? Probably because his jaw is nearly split in two, but Bonecrusher is running any number of insults through his head at this point in time. Still, actions have always done more damage than words in this Constucticons case, and he has no problem remaining silent and concentrating no smashing this foul Dinobot to dust. The damage he has received, however, is mounting, his joints are stiff and the armour on his torso is beginning to fail him. The dino boot, does not then help matters. Retaliation is delt with as much force as he can muster as payback for this, throwing everything he has into one head-first charge.

 

Bonecrusher strikes Scorch with Head first ram..

 

Scrapper is losing his green, and Elita One is losing her pink. It's starting to look like two white interchangeably coloured mechs fighting it out. Having gained the upper hand so briefly with Elita having to stagger back to recover from his blow, Scrapper is back in a combat stance and ready to press the attack. "Where're your words now, Elita?" he rasps, gripping his now partially melted sword handle tightly. "Where're your threats, your Dinobots, your weapons... have you finally run out of things to throw at me that you need to make this a test of strength? A test where any Decepticon immediately has the advantage?" Circling around, Scrapper tries to look for what might be a weakness in the femme's martial arts, but he's just not tactical enough to spot any.

        Scrapper moves in to slash at Elita, but she jumps at the perfect time and lands her right leg right across his now muddied grey faceplate, sending the Constructicon reeling backwards. The strike makes Scrapper lose his grip on his sword. Now without a melee weapon, and facing someone who knows far more tricks than he does in a boxing ring, Scrapper once more has to fight away his doubt and worry. "Lucky, femme. Lucky." he hisses just to keep himself from thinking that sooner or later, Elita's going to smash him. Desperation takes hold of Scrapper's actions, and he lunges for Elita, throwing all of his weight into a bodycheck to try and knock her to the ground. It's a clumsy assault, but Scrapper can only hope that the unexpected wins out over the practical.

 

Elita One evades your grasp attack.

 

Stegosaurus <Snarl> doesn't try to get back on his feet, he transforms first. The constructicon punch him, but Snarl doesn't even feel it.. "Me think you becoming really annoying. Me Snarl will calm you down with...this". The dinobot clenches his fist, summoning his large sword from a subspace. He raises it into the air and swings it towards Long Haul's head.

 

The Stegosaurus unfolds and the towering robot form of Snarl arises.

 

Snarl strikes Long Haul with Energo Sword.

 

<Decepticon> Recoil says, "My diversion has succeeded!"

 

Slag grins as he manages to seriously hurt the Constructicon. Bu Mixmaster lives and still has some fight left in him. The truck charges Slag who gets hit due to a short attention span. WHAM! The dinobot is flung a good 30' onto the ground. "Ouch...That hurt Slag. You...You hurt Slag ? Then me Slag hurt you more!" The dinobot charges the cement truck and sends his huge foot right into the truck cab as this as close as you can get to a kick to the FACE! at least when you aim at a cement truck.

Slag strikes Cement Truck <Mixmaster> with Dino-Boot to the face.

 

<Decepticon> Comcast checks his watch. "So that was.. HOW many months after you left the job of Military Commander that you finally employ some tactics?"

 

<Decepticon> Recoil says, "Don't make me embarrass you in your own division this time!"

 

<Decepticon> Comcast says, "Silence, Rank three."

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Clear the airwaves of all non-essential com-traffic or die."

 

<Decepticon> Recoil says, "I'm sorry, did you say something?"

 

<Decepticon> Recoil says, "You're on Cybertron, you can't hear us!"

 

Scorch wobbles a bit as his foot connects but is able to hold his balance. The follow up impact of a charging Bonecrusher however sends him crashing down on his backside as he tumbles a bit down the rubble pile. Cursing and muttering he climbs to his feet and starts to charge back up the heap, or at least he tries to. With each step debri slips gaining him no ground, but this is only a minor inconvenience to Scorch. Upon slipping back the fifth time, nobody said he was quick on the uptake, he takes to the air lining up on a collision course with the lime green form of Bonecrusher. "Me Scorch not likes gets knocked over. Falling down makes me madder den some other stuffs! Now me smash you gooder!" Lowering his head just a bit to let his shoulder lead he continues his forward flight.

 

Scorch strikes Bonecrusher with Shoulder Smash.

 

<Decepticon> Bonecrusher tries to speak with a fractured jaw, "E rwhii, RIWHII ate Dhinobtts!"

 

Ranger stumbles from missing his attack, his momentum carrying him passed Scrapper, who doesn't even seem to /notice./ He's had people ignoring his attacks before due to their ineffectuality, but not to even be noticed is a new one on him. He pauses for a moment, pondering the best way to react to this event. Shrugging he moves behind Scrapper and, drawing his staff from his subspace pocket, swings it casually around in a lazy arc with its intended destination the back of the 'Con's head.

 

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

Ranger strikes you with big stick for 5 points of damage.

 

You paged Ranger with 'Sorry. Was enthralled by fighting Lita :-)'.

 

Jazz shot a missile at Hun-Grrr, and he'd shoot another one at close range to try and keep the Terrorcon from trampling him--- but alas, Missiles take time to arm, and load, and... well. Jazz is starting to look as though he just got put through a giant blender. He rolls away from Hungry's path, just in case the 'con decides to put it in reverse. "Uff." he says, "Ya really... really need to loose some weight. They should be puttin' you on the diet ugly-chow." Hm. That's drippy. That's bent. That's.... oo. That was in subspace, so it's not been mangled. Yet. "Here. Lemme lighten things up a little..."

 

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

 

"I didn't knwo you were masochistic, however if you like to suffer that much, than I shall make sure that I'll give you plenty of torture, so that you'll remain and agony with your core in bondage, humiliated and caught by this one defeat..." Elita One says with a growl, trying to regain her composture as Scrapper does as well. The femme commander grits her metalic lips a bit, her right hand idly sliding down her side while they speak.

 

        And then, as soon as Scrapper lunges for her, Elita One staggers to one side, her hands quickly going about, one reaching for Scrapper's hand and pulling her to her left... While her right hand reaches over for Scrapper's shoulder. A tight grp, that remains merely for a few, before she turns around on herself a bit to use Scrapper's weight against himself... A mere physical advantage caused by the use of a rotation. She pulls her left hand about and with her right feet, tries to destabilize Scrapper, so that as she turns around, she'll send Scrapper down on the ground... All Osoto-gari style.

 

You evade Elita One's grasp attack.

 

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> catches a kick to his rear end from the Dino. Each strike from the brute in this form sends him flying about. "Aww, I hurt the Dinobot.. how sad. Why don't you meet up with me and my brothers combined sometime? We'll /really/ show you the meaning of hurt." He says hurt, and not 'suffering,' because Devastator has trouble with more than single syllable words. And with that, another nozzle extends from the rear end of his trailer. Mixmaster sends out a smaller-angle blast of chemicals out again, this time targetting none other than Slag.

 

Long Haul stands triumphantly over the dazed Dinobot, gloating. "Yeah! That's right! I punched you in the head! And I'm a gonna do it-" And then, Snarl transforms, absolutely LOOOOMING over him. Long Haul is left in the Dinobot's shadow, the only light being that of his own optic strip. "Uh oh." It's a shame how reality has to catch up with Long Haul's twisted fantasies.

 

Reality takes the form of a sword, which neatly sinks into the center of Long Haul's forehead- thankfully enough, his helm is thick enough to halt the blade before it hits things that are, you know, important. "...Ow." With a sword in his head, there's little room for Long Haul to do any fancy maneuvering...as if he was capable of such stuff...and so, 'Haul just rears back with one foot and swings forward!

<O-Decepticon> Chimera says, "Wet paper towels are a lot more secure.:)"

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> strikes Slag with Fast-Acting Acid Coat!.

 

        Hun-Grrr knows he struck his prey. The Mighty Terrorcon Hunter knows the feeling of striking an opponent or prey. He loves the feeling... when he hunts, he hunts hands on. He doesn't like to rely on guns, oh no... he prefers using his own body the most! The Khan laughs loudly when he hits solid ground, "Hahahahahahohoho! You, my prey, are only feeling a little bit of my wrath! For the dishonor you gave me during my last hunt, I should have my Dark God Abominus strike you down himself! But You have to praise whatever higher power you beleive in... my Clan Brethren are not here to help summon the dark beast!" Of course any further ranting is silenced by the Photon Blast that comes from Jazz. The Two headed Beast roars loudly, "GRAH! Resiliant prey! Pray to your higher powers... you will pay for continueing to oppose the Khan of the Terror Clan!" With that, the two heads of the beast rise up into the air... only to fall back down... and upon falling down, the mouths of the two heads open wide and spit forth a crudely crafted projectile.

 

Long Haul strikes Snarl with Hope You Didn't Need that Shin!.

 

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

 

Bonecrusher gets bowled over as the Autobot flies at him. His face smashes off the hard ground as he does down, forcing a monotone "RRRRRRRRRRR!!" to escape his clenched, broken jaw/mouth. As he picks himself up to his hands and knees, he decides enough is enough and transforms into his bulldozer mode. Not having to move his mouth anymore to talk, Bonecusher can resume the taunting. "Prepare to be flattened, fool!" He roars as he heads straight at Scorch. But, the slow moving bulldozer pulls a nasty trick as he rolls towards the Autobot, and a section of the armour flips over, revealing concussion-bomb launchers, which fire instantly at the dino.

 

Bonecrusher's legs fold under him and his arms come together as he shifts into Bulldozer mode.

 

Bulldozer <Bonecrusher> strikes Scorch with Concussion-Bombs.

 

Scrapper is quite unware of what's going on around him. He's focused on the femme in front of him. Even still, he feels something ring against his head, and it snaps him out of his obsessive little duel with Elita just long enough for him to consider the bigger picture. Landing on the ground from his failed lunge, Scrapper successfully manages to just use his brute Constructicon force and outmuscle the attempted hold. "Back off, Autobot swine!" he shouts at Ranger. "Me and her... we have unfinished business." Scrapper looks back at Elita, locking glares. "And we don't need you interfering with it." Strangely calm, Scrapper draws out his pistol, "Well then, lets cut right to the chase, Elita. Since our brawling doesn't seem to get us anywhere, lets just see if it helps for me to shoot your face off!" Scrapper quickly takes aim and fires at Elita One, trying to blast off a chunk of her head.

 

You strike Elita One with Mixing it up with a Masterful shot.

 

Snarl is struck by Long Haul's kick which suprisingly left a dent in the Dinobot's armor, but it's far from being enough to slow him down, he just looks more bloodthirsty. Snarl growls, his optics flare, he removes his swords from the constructicon's skull but at the same time, he swing his other hand towards Long Haul's face, "ME will show you how to punch in the face."

 

Snarl strikes Long Haul with Nasty Back Hand.

 

Slag gets another blast of fast-acting acid which is slowly eating away at his not so pristine anymore chassis. The dinobot is visibly annoyed. "Me Slag no understand stupid cement truck. You should transform into ACID truck. And they say us dinobots are retards. At least me Slag transforms in right stuff." (Did that make sense ? Probably not but then again...it's Slag) Slag wipes his face trying to get as much of the acid away from his optics as possible. "GGGGRRRRR...Me Slag getting annoyed!" He says sending his massive fist at the Constructicon's cauldron.

 

Slag strikes Cement Truck <Mixmaster> with Dino punch!.

 

"Back off Ranger, this is between me and Scrapper..." Elita One says, almost in unisson with Scrapper, noticing the mech's assault over the Construction just about the same time. Hearing Scrapper's words, concurring silently, Elita One's hand quickly reach out for her back to reach for her laser pistol... However, she fails to actually draw it out fast enough to get a pre-empty strike... The laser shot actually hits her right on her left horn, causing it to shatter, cracking at its base and falling down to one side, holding still by merely a few couple of wires. Elita One grunts and gets back into her posture, her laser pistol going up to counter the assault with a few quick laser bursts at the Constructicon. "As you said, time to get serious..."

 

<Attack:> Elita One used Plasma. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

Elita One strikes you with Left Laser Pistol, burst shot mode for 12 points of damage.

 

Scorch slows and lands just after the impact that once again makes him king of the mountain. His victory is cut short however as he is peppered by the nasty hidden explosives that are suddenly launched his way. Then he waits, and waits a bit more yet still the bulldozer has not gotten close enough for him to strike. At least not without leaving his spot on the rubble heap, not something he even considers doing. So after a few moments Scorch gets fed up with the waiting and reaches back pulling his rifle into a ready position. Seconds later he fills the air with a rapid burst of energy all targeted at the ponderously slow Constructicon.

 

Scorch strikes Bulldozer <Bonecrusher> with Pulse Laser Blast.

 

Well. The two headed dragon hocked a loogie again. Unfortunately the lack of space in the maze that Jazz just rolled into means... that the white 'bot just lost most of his armour, and a large chunk of his right side is either crushed or missing. Unfortunately he's cornered, with no missile launcher. "Sometimes ya gotta pray, an' sometimes ya gotta do." Jazz finds something with his left hand, counting, and tossing a small object in Hungry's direction. "I prefer doin', quite frankly."

 

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

 

Ranger raises a brow at Scrapper's response and looks at his staff quizzically. He looks back and forth between Scrapper and Elita and throws his arms up in frustration. "Alright, fine, whatever." He glances around the battlefield and finds someplace relatively out of the way and strols over to it. "I'll just sit over here and /watch/ shall I?" He grumbles to no one in particular. Rather remarkably for someone in the middle of a raging battle, he proceeds to do just that, slumping down to the ground and supporting his head in his hands.

 

"/You/ know that, and /I/ know that.." Mixmaster says in response to the acid truck quip. "But would Megatron do that? Noooooo!" Then again, it was probably Soundwave who designed the new forms for them in those caves so many years ago. Mixmaster quietly makes a tick on the list of things that he owes Soundwave for. After making ANOTHER addition to the list for forcing Mixy to agree with a Dinobot, Mixmaster empties the last of that particular storage container before shifting onto a new batch. Mixy catches another punch from the Dino.. he's starting to look VERY dented. There is little singing on his frame, just severe pounding. He'll need a panelbeater when all of this is done...

 

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> strikes Slag with Acid Splash!.

 

        The Khan's mouths snap shut. The teeth in each maw grating against one another as the Beast looks at the devestation and destruction his Gut Missiles have rained on the area around Jazz. Hun-Grrr emits a low growl from way back in his throats, "I am sure Scrapper will find uses for your mangled and broken body... I shall take your head. Yes, it will be mounted. A trophy to signify how glorious of a Hunt this was!" Again... Jazz doesn't let the Beast talk because he attacks him! The Mighty Hunter lets out another roar and when the blast from the grenade subsides, it can be seen that the Terrorcon has transformed. His halberd in one hand, and his Sonic Cannon in the other. The optical sensors of Hun-Grrr narrow a bit as he beats the ground with his halberd, "Sometimes, prey... doing isn't enough. It is not enough for you, presently!" Hun-Grrr charges, flailing his halberd around.

 

The two-headed monster unfolds and transforms into the Terrorcon Commander, Hun-Grrr.

Long Haul sails through the air, easily knocked away by Snarl's massive strength. He lands in a dented heap, then emits a pained. "...Ow." Signs of the battle are actually showing themselves on poor Long Haul...perhaps picking on Snarl WASN'T a good idea. Perhaps Hook has it right: Stick to picking on weener Protectobots!

 

The Constructicon catsa about for a weapon- when he happens pon no less than his laser pistol! Taking up the dinky weapon, he fires a few shots at Snarl- perhaps he'll strike at that one weak point, that one little spot that will make the Dinobot's head explode.

 

It could happen!

 

Long Haul strikes Snarl with Puny Laser Pistol.

 

Bulldozer <Bonecrusher> rumbles along slowly, but looses all momentum when hit head on with the powerful shot. Though the scoop in the front of the dozer offers some protection, the pulse laser pierces it and rips off some of the weaker armor beneath it, sending scraps of metal flying. "Aww slag! Why don't you just die already, you will soon enough, all you are doing here is makin' me draw it out longer!"

Bonecrusher gets in a few words before tranforming back to his crippled robot form. When he does so, his pistol is already drawn, ready to blow Scorch away.

 

Bonecrusher strikes Scorch with Constructicon Laser Pistol.

 

Scrapper flinches, but not at the right time. The blasts strike Scrapper all over, but he remains standing, wounded as he is. The now white Constructicon has large cracked holes in his armouring, and he's starting to limp when he moves. "How convenient, Elita... you have your flunkies help you out at every turn. Dinobots to shoot me, this little /twerp/ to strike me when my back is turned. Some Autobot honour!" he rasps, nodding in contempt in Ranger's direction, conveniently forgetting Mixmaster's aid, however backfired that may have been. "If we meet in the Olympics, Elita, no holograms, and no friends." But for now... Scrapper needs to deal with the situation at hand. Scrapper shifts down into his payloader mode, planning to end this one way or another. The mighty construction vehicle roars, showing off its muscle before it charges forward, trying to put its shovel where Elita's mouth is.

 

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.

 

You strike Elita One with ram.

You take 7 points of damage from striking Elita One.

 

___Endurance check for Scrapper___

Scrapper - 24/80 <20>

 

Slag gets hit by yet another blast from some sort of corroding liquid which serves only to make the dinobot angrier. Angry to the point you see something in his optics. A twitch..."RAAAARRRRRRR!!!! SLAG ANGRY!!! SLAG SMASH!!!" The massive dinobot raises both fists high in the air and smashes them down onto the cement truck.

 

Snarl doesn't even blink as the laser bolt hits his shoulder, leaving a little mark into the paint. He sends his sword back into a subspace pocket. Then he walks towards a huge piece of metal and lifts it from the ground. "Me Snarl say it's now over Decepticon. Me will bury you alive." Then the dinobots hurls the piece of metal at Long Haul.

 

Slag strikes Cement Truck <Mixmaster> with Two-Fisted SMASH!.

 

Snarl strikes Long Haul with Crushing you under a large piece of metal!.

 

Scorch lowers his rifle as he watches his foe return to robot mode via transformation. He then starts down towards him the mountain king having lost his interest already. "Me was tinking da same ting abouts you. Tink it time dat you stop bothering me Scorch." Mid-stride he's clipped by a bolt of laser fire that singes his shoulder, but he pays it no heed as he continues on. At the final moment he once again balls up his fist and lets loose a downward jab at he who crushes bones.

 

Ranger sits and watches the conflict around him, a depressingly common and familiar sight. And no one appears to be paying any attention to him, apart from the 'twerp' comment that is. Ranger begins to drum his fingers on the rubble behind him, at something of a loss.

 

CPT

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Name            Last pose  Idle  Last non-area attack                  Off/Def

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Ranger                 1m    1m  hit Scrapper w/ axe                     5/

Scorch                 3m   18s  hit Bonecrusher w/ punch                4/  7

Snarl                  4m    1m  hit Long Haul w/ blow                  14/ 13

Slag                   4m   11s  hit Mixmaster w/ smash                  6/ 16

Scrapper               6m    0s  hit Elita One w/ ram                   11/ 14

Bonecrusher           12m    8m  hit Scorch w/ laser                     7/  4

Long Haul             16m    5m  hit Snarl w/ laser                     13/ 14

Hun-Grrr              16m   14s  hit Jazz w/ smash                      13/ 14

Mixmaster             16m    2m  hit Slag w/ disruptor                  17/  6

Jazz                  18m    6m  hit Hun-Grrr w/ disruptor              14/ 13

Elita One             21m    3m  hit Scrapper w/ plasma                  9/ 12

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'cpthelp' for help            1 spectator inside            Code by Pathfinder

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There goes the remaining mobility in Jazz's right arm. He's leaning heavily against the rusty wall, grinning weakly at Hun-Grr. "Sometimes it ain't enough, but . . ." he wipes the back of one big hand against his face, "It's bettern' worryin' about some maniac with a cannon runnin' around shootin' everyone ya know." Jazz gives Hungry a look through a cracked visor, quirks a little bit of a smile, and swings.

Poor Ranger. Jazz is a wee bit busy to be paying close attention to him right now.

 

Jazz strikes Hun-Grrr with left cross.

 

Once her first streak of fire was done, her free hand extending over to grasp for her other laser pistol, Elita One smiles a bit and says, "In love like in war, everything's allowed..." Elita One says, before her gaze goes up, merely to notice the shovel going straight for her head, impacting with a loud metallic *thud*. The femme commander squirms a bit, both hands going over to grasp at Scrapper's shoulder, to try and hold herself so that the Decepticon doesn't actually roll over her. She grunts a few times and tries to support her weight, her legs grazing the ground a bit and doing a bunch of sparkles due to the contact of metal on metal. "If we meet in the olympics, I'll be sure to make your fight the most painful, dreadful, and devastating encounter you will have had with me, I ensure you... There shall be no mercy, no pity, no compassion for you, Construction, for all that you have done..." With a grunt, trying to use Scrapper's shovel to support herself, with her helmet having fallen off and shattered due to the impact, having protected her head from falling off, she merely reveals her previous 'haircut' if one could call it that way, the pink metallic frame hidden within being formed and curved in what one might call a ponytail by earthling standards, which leaves her head mostly without any form of further protection.

 

        The femme spits out a little bit of energon before she tries to move herself a bit on Scrapper's shoulder, to aim both of her laser pistols on each of the supports that were holding the payloader's shovel.

 

<Attack:> Elita One used Cannon. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

Elita One strikes you with Time to scavenge for Decepticon parts for 19 points of damage.

 

You are very conscious that your life is in serious danger in this battle.

Scrapper falls to the ground unconscious.

 

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> catches another hit, from the stupid Dinobot. "Slag this, I'm outta here!" Mixy transforms, causing some of his dented panels to grind against each other in pain. "Scrapper, we're not making any progress here! Slag it, I'm going back for a panel job, a fresh coat of paint, and an energon liqueur." And with that, Mixy takes off. COMPLETELY unaware that the Constructicon he's talking to is unable to hear him.

 

        Hun-Grrr laughs loudly as he flails about haphazardously, "Hohohohahahahaha! This is glorious! You're going to fall at my feet, Prey! And yet you still do not attempt to flee! Still you attempt to stay the course and fight me! You are no match for me, Prey. Your victory in our last encounter... mere luck! Your higher powers answered your prayers that day.. but this day? You are MINE!" Then laughter ensues as Jazz attempts to strike him with his functioning arm. It's enough to put a dent into his damaged armor, but not much more is done to Hun-Grrr, "You look pathetic... and you look like you need to be put out of your misery!" The Mighty Hunter raises his Halberd up, pulls back and lunges towards the ailing Jazz.

 

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

 

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.

 

*FOONK!*

 

Snarl's big ol' chunk of metal crunches Long Haul somethin' GOOD. "Ow..." he mutters. But if Long Haul is good at anything, it's lifting heavy stuff! With a colossal effort, he pushes the metal off of himself...only to see that Mixmaster is running away. "Hey! You wussy! Where're you going?" And, with that said, Long Haul takes up after Mixmaster, sputtering through the air. But it's not a retreat from the killer Dinobot, really.

 

Long Haul begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Mixmaster, Bonecrusher, Hun-Grrr, Slag, Jazz, Ranger, Elita One, Scorch, Snarl.

 

Payloader <Scrapper>'s own shovel suffers stress fractures upon striking Elita One, but it was all worth it. The Constructicon Commander skids on the Cybertronian surface as he tries to get another finishing run off on Elita. No mercy, no pity, no compassion, for all that he's done? "As it should be, Elita One!" Scrapper shouts back. Even as he makes his second valiant charge, things are already breaking down on the white construction vehicle. One of his wheels rips from the erratic turns and the previous damage given to him by Slag, Elita and Ranger. Scrapper skids out of control for a brief moment, and that's all it takes for Elita to blow Scrapper's shovel clear off, and send the construction vehicle lurching to a final, aching stop.

 

Bonecrusher takes the punch in the face, sending him flying backwards, the fracture on his face spider-webbing up across his cheek, all the way upto his right optic which cracks in two. Both hands rise to cover his face, and a muffled cry comes from underneath them. "Arrrgh! Ahhh, AHHHR!" If Bonecrusher wasn't pretty before, he sure ain't now. Energon leaks from his mouth, an optic, as well as several other cracks in his face, not to mention the gushing flow coming from his melted torso. While he could take a few more hits, he hears Mixmaster sounf the retreat and decides to get out of here while he can. Taking off, he follow Mixmaster through the air, almost leaving the battlefield, before spotting that his brother has fallen to the femme, of all people. Uh oh, better go sort this out. He make a bee-line towards Scrappers inactive body and stands defiently before Elita One. "WEVE WHIM AWONE!" He tries to yell, unsuccessfully. One arm reaches down to pick his brother up while the other reaches to ward the Autobot off. He Heaves the payloader with every last bit of strength he can muster, before again rising to the sky to fly off with him.

 

Bonecrusher begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Long Haul, Mixmaster, Hun-Grrr, Slag, Jazz, Ranger, Elita One, Scorch, Snarl.

 

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

Jazz [A]                 Snarl [A]                Bonecrusher [D]

Long Haul [D]            Mixmaster [D]            Scrapper [D]

Hun-Grrr [D]             Pathfinder [A]           Ranger [A]

Scorch [A]               Elita One [A]            Slag [A]

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"Don't count your chickens 'fore they're hatched." Jazz chuckles at Hun-Grrr. He may be ailing, but he's not down yet. Or more precisely, he's ducking under that lunge-- and towards the open. "An' I don't belong t'you, no-how. No way." Getting to a position where he can figure out what weapons he has at his disposal is more important right now than getting a backshot on Hun-Grrr. <no shot. What's the point?>

 

Snarl watches as Long Haul runs away...slowly, very slowly. For a moment, he thinks about throwing another chunk of metal at the constructicon, but he just feel too lazy. Beside, there is a much more interesting target on the battlefield...Hun-Grrr. But unfortunately he is a bit too far, so Snarl slowly walks towards him, grabbing his sword.

 

Slag watches the Constructicons flee but decides against pursuit. A quick look reveals Hun-Grrr is now alone...Facing 3 dinobots and the awesome Jazz. Maybe the stupid beast did not realize his predicament yet. Maybe time to make him realize his folly. Slag pulls out his gun and aims at Hun-Grrr for a 'warning shot'. "Me Slag say you follow green retards or us bury you alive here.

 

Slag strikes Hun-Grrr with Electron-Blaster <Low>.

 

Scorch waits for a retaliatory strike but none is forth coming. Instead Bonecrusher ducked out to save Scrapper leaving Scorch to stand and watch the lime green parade depart into the distance. Nodding to himself he plods over towards Ranger and sits. "Me Scorch tink dat patrol was funs. Needs do patrol ting more if get to smash Decepticons. How many you smash?" He then turns his attention to the remaining con but remains sitting unwilling to do more work.

 

Falling down along with the shovel she had been clinging to, Elita One hopes it will prove as a shield against Scrapper's advance but... She had down further than tear it off from the Construction's frame, she also inflicted the final blow upon him. The ones that sent him down. Her gaze going over to Bonecrusher, optics narrowing a bit, Elita One decides to keep quiet, letting the Construction lift its brother off and away, figuring that the certain level of humiliation Scrapper will get from having been beaten up by a femme was already enough, no need to add on salt over the wound. Heaving a soft sigh, Elita One turns her gaze around, looking for the remains of her helmet, even though she kept an optic on the retreating Decepticon, making sure they didn't change their mind suddenly.

 

Ranger claps politely as Elita manages to defeat Scrapper, apparently triggering the retreat for the decepticons, well, the Constructicons at any rate, as one Decepticon remains. Gloomily he looks around, taking in the destruction caused by the fight. He glances across at the Dinobot that sits down beside him. "I can't say I got any, everyone seemed...occupied, so I contented myself with merely watching. I prefer not to fight to be honest."

 

        Everyone's leaving! And Hun-Grrr couldn't land the killing blow! Hun-Grrr is furious and is seeing red. He also sees his green little friends retreating. Hun-Grrr shouts, "No! The Warrens are mine! Comrades! We can still make this a successful hunt!" No one is convinced, not even Hun-Grrr. The Terrorcon shouts out angrily, "GRAH!" before holstering his weapons and pulling out his shield. He holds the blast shield in front of him as he takes some steps backwards and begins to float up into the air, "I only retreat because my colleagues retreat! You will fall to me the next time we meet, Prey. You will fall and a trophy I will make out of you!" Of course his words again are interrupted by a shot that seemingly came out of no where. The blaster shot shattered some untouched back armor on the Terrorcon. This only hastens his ascent up into the sky.

 

Mixmaster is waaaaay way on his way back to base by now. He looks back at the strange white mech Bonecrusher's carrying. "Say Bonecrusher, who the slag is that? I don't remember us having a white... OOOH." Apparently his acid doubles as a bleach. THAT'S a note for the records.

 

Jazz isn't exactly in any condition to start taking parting shots on any of these Decepticons. That is, if he could find the pistol that was in his hand when he got blasted last. "Yeah. An' we can paint your aft yellow next time, to match yer belly." Jazz does the wobbly thing about then. Hm. Maybe standing is a bad idea. Sitting is better. Lying down is absolutely divine. Mostly because his player really. Really. Really. Needs to get to bed. Now. Sorry.

 

Long Haul vanishes out of reality.

Long Haul has left.

 

Bonecrusher stares at Mixmaster and shakes his head. "WU WEETARD!" He tires to shout, to no avail, so has to resort to shaking his head again. A steady flow of energon trails behind him as he flys, it will take more than a quick patch over ro fix this mess. Luckily, he has three medics as brothers. Yay!