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Warcry
2011-06-20, 06:10 PM
In spite of the revelation that the Megatron in their midst was an impostor, Astrotrain and Soundwave opted to utilize the facsimile's rallying power. Thus, for the greater good of the Decepticons, still fractured following the civil war, a deal was struck with Gigatron.

Hopes of uniting the splintered Decepticons would be quashed, however, when a staged Imperial outbreak in Darkmount designed to avert Megatron's attention proved only that he was more determined to crush Gigatron beyond all exception.

When it was finally decided that the imposter was to be eliminated, a revived Starscream, who had garnered his own supporters, was turned on Megatron.

However, while searching for an algorithm to decrypt Imperial messages, Shrapnel and Kickback stumbled upon records of Astrotrain's meetings with Gigatron and brought this knowledge to the Decepticon leader's attention, leading to the Admiral's assassination.

A battle ensued, resulting in numerous casualties, but the clone was ultimately taken down by Starscream, who promptly took his place at the throne...

Imposter or not, Darkmount is now in turmoil over Megatron's death, with many troops already wondering how (or why) Starscream was alive once more.

Blackjack
2011-06-22, 07:17 AM
Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount

Megatron — nay, the impostor Megatron — was dead. Shrapnel's antennae twitched as he detected the last sparks of activity die out from the bogus Megatron.

Well, that's new. I thought their plan hinged on killing Megatron and returning us under Gigatron's rule... Shrapnel thought as he heard the proclamation.

"All hail Starscream[/I]!" Shrapnel proclaimed loudly as he transformed, raising his right hand up in the traditional Sweep greeting for Galvatron.
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Bombshell looked at the others, shrugged, and did likewise. It was, he decided, certainly not the best course of option to go against Soundwave and Starscream...

Blackjack likewise thought the same. The odds are not in favour of defiance. Besides, now is not the time for division.

Bonecrusher transformed, and when he saw [b]Scrapper and Scavenger, he shrugged and saluted. "Just don't bring out the trumpets this time." He murmured.

optimusskids
2011-06-22, 11:50 AM
Astrotrains Office

Slicer levered himself upwards as the Beast transformed into an exo suit.

Slicer had recovered and never being the most subtle of mechs and perhaps still being a little dazed or feeling safe within the confines of the Beast spoke up.

"What has Starscream ever done for us??? We need a strong competent leader at this time to help combat the Imperial attack. What has Starscream proved that he can put a wounded mech out of his misery I think we need to reunite with our fellow Decepticons to help fight the Imperials. Only one mech has always had a clear vision of what needs doing and of their true threat and we threw him aside to follow this false Megatron because of his obsession. Only for his obsession to be proved to be perfectly Justifiable. It was only by working together that we defeated Megatron. I think we need to work together again to defeat these Imperial. I say all Hail Gigatron."

He started clapping his hands together,

"Gigatron, Gigatron, Gigatron."

Clogs
2011-06-22, 12:52 PM
Astrotrain's Office

Ah, the sound of acclamation, Starscream thought, grinned that lop-sided grin.

Hook, after a long stretch of astroseconds, lifted his voice: "Hail, Starscream!" Then, simply, he moved towards the greyed-out wreckage and, dropping to one knee, began a scan with one of his inbuilt monitors. Deliberately, he avoided looking directly at the twisted face; he did not want to see this as Megatron in any way or he would start thinking too deeply about the Constructicon's own come back...

Starscream was about to acknowledge his new troops when Slicer rose up and became a target against which to test them.

"There is only one true Decepticon leader," he hissed. "Starscream! Anything else is treason!"

Chip1123
2011-06-22, 02:57 PM
Clench stood up, dismayed at hot much damage the clone had taken before being put down. "Hail Starscream!" He croaked.

Thrust would've clapped in joy if he could, but he was still missing an arm. "Seeker in charge? Slag yeah! Hail Starscream!"

optimusskids
2011-06-22, 11:51 PM
Astrotrain's Office

Slicer nodded.


"fair enough , good point so Lord Starscream what are your plans for defeating Thunderwing or even Gigatron. I mean I'm an Massive assault specialist so I've seen my fair share of charging blindly into the enemies guns and hoping for the best but even I appreciate a bit of strategy , some tactics, not just having my life sacrificed on a whim while my leaders quaff vintage energon behind the lines.

So Lord Starscream I'm happy to follow you as long as you're happy to lead from the front. Even now I imagine you're thinking about ordering your new followers to shoot me as a test of loyalty. Getting others to do your dirty work already!!

Of course you'll just deny it and challenge me to some kind of duel but is that really the best use of a leaders time when there's a good chance that we could be wiped off the planet by a rock dropped on us by an enemy force that already holds the high orbitals at any second. Starscream we need a great leader , a states mech , a hero that can put aside petty diffences and mould his mechs into a cohesive fighting force and lead them to a magnificent victory. Starscream are you that leader??"

Warcry
2011-06-28, 04:37 AM
Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount

"We don't have time for this," Soundwave said grimly when Slicer mouthed off. "Insecticons, seize him!"

"With pleasure," Kickback said with a smile. Bringing his machine gun up to cover Slicer, he gestured with his antennae. "On your knees, traitor! Bow before Lord Starscream!"

I can't believe I just said that... the Insecticon thought to himself. I feel dirty.
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Ramjet leaned up against the wall, idly tossing something -- a part of Megatron, no doubt -- up in the air and catching it, again and again.

"Wait, wait. Hold the shooting for a sec, guys! He, uh, does have a good point. Screamy-poo, whatcha want us to do about Giggy, anyways? And the Imps. And, er...you know, everything? I mean, good on ya being boss and all, go Team Seeker and all that. But you've got a plan for what comes next, right?"

Clogs
2011-06-28, 04:50 PM
Darkmount, Astrotrain's Office

How exactly do you cover up the fact that you don't know what everyone's talking about?

Starscream's smile, as he contemplated Soundwave's intervention and Kickback's willingness to pull down Slicer, became brittle. All he knew was:

1. Pulling his terminally damaged original exoform through underground conduits and tunnels until he found the remains (er... well, they quickly were) of Apeface, which he used to reconstruct himself.
2. Almost managing to make use of other disaffected mechs, but falling foul to a ridiculous attack - and 'dying'.
3. Being bored and roaming Darkmount's environs, including saving Rumble from an attack by a few so-called Imperials. That followed by possessing the Cassettecon and embarassing him. Just because.
4. Getting pulled to medbay and, after being involved in some esoteric stuff, finding himself inside a new exoform, courtesy, it seemed, of Hook. Probably, also, just because.
5. And, to cut to the chase, killing Megatron, or a facsimile thereof, resulting in now...

All that inside Darkmount, give or take a short excusion into one of the courtyards.

What the Pit was happening outside?

"Remove that traitor to a holding cell!" he snapped, indicating Slicer with a flick of a wrist. "Then you, Soundwave, will brief me with all details of Gigatron's present activities and provide me with tactical updates."

How exactly do you cover up the fact that you don't know what everyone's talking about?

Like that...
~~~

Hook was not listening to any of the interplay; engaged in his investigations of the remains of the Megatron clone, it was all a background buzz. Only the strange readings on his scanners mattered. He should be offering his aid to the wounded, but he could simply not help being professionally curious about the processes the Quintessons had employed in creating their foil.

That the dull exoform was giving off a constant low-level of residual Spark energy concerned him greatly.

Because it was impossible.

Blackjack
2011-06-30, 10:34 AM
Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount

And that is exactly why one does not mouth off at another Decepticon's coronation... Blackjack mused as he scampered to one corner to avoid being stepped on by the Insecticons. That's what separates the lowlife thugs, the slightly-smarter-if-without-common-sense thugs, and the real plotters and intellectuals.

Blackjack did not really care if the Decepticons' worst and most notorious traitor were now leading them -- Starscream is one of those types that take charge quickly and effectively, despite his blundering, and is the figurehead that they need in this times.
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Bombshell and Shrapnel looked at Soundwave, at each other, and then at Slicer. Shrapnel shrugged, he didn't much like anyone else. Plus, security is his job.

Palms crackling with electricity, he approached Slicer, and flicked out a pair of energon cuffs. "Don't make this hard on yourself, yourself."

Bombshell, however, could care less about intimidating. "At once, Screaming One!" He shouted with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, then aiming his horn at Slicer and launching a cerebro-shell. "You will serve!"
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Bonecrusher chuckled, and cracked his fists in case Slicer got away from the bugs. He and Slicer might've fought against Megatron, but traitors are traitors.

He then noticed the troubled expression on Hook's face, and scowled. He knew Hook long enough to know that it usually meant trouble... "What's up? I know that look... it's the look that says 'something ain't right'."

optimusskids
2011-06-30, 11:41 AM
Astrotrains Office

Slicer grinned.

"You do know why they call it massive assault?"

The Cerebo shell pinged off his exo suit.

"back off bug otherwise I will serve you your head on a platter."

He marched towards the door

"I am not a traitor I serve the Decepticon cause. I will place myself under house arrest I will be in my quarters for when you need me to fight the Imperial menance. Shrapnel you better accompany me."

Clogs
2011-06-30, 11:18 PM
Darkmount, Astrotrain's Office

Starscream seethed and gritted his dental arches in the parody of a continued smile, aware that he had to hold himself aloof even in the face of Slicer's damn behaviour (and a flounce he, himself, would have been proud of). He would love to shoot the other mech, of course, but he was prudent enough not to terminally remove a possible source for cross-referencing any information Soundwave supplied - not yet.

With cool, professional detachment, Hook only glanced up as Slicer left, otherwise he maintained his interest in the scanner readings; he did not look at his brother as he replied softly, "That all depends on one's perception of 'right', Bonecrusher. And that in no way infers something is wrong..."

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Corridor

Aware of his vulnerability, that he should not be there, Relay nevertheless stayed, because he could not turn and run without possibly inciting a negative response from the mechs beginning to cluster in the corridor around him. Odd stares he had become used to at Darkmount - his design marking him as a non-battle or construction operative - but he really felt his personal safety was at risk. He had to contact Soundwave...

Then vocals were raised in various cries of: "Hail, Starscream!" and the growing press of warriors prevented any escape. Soon there was a muttering, interspersed with low laughter, a few whispers about a change of leadership.

He feared he would be crushed, until he was seized by an invisible giant hand and lifted bodily clear of the (surprised) press.

"Ah, the reporter," Downdraft boomed. "Now we shall learn what is going on!"

Blackjack
2011-07-02, 10:46 AM
Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount

Shrapnel gave Bombshell a questioning glance, and the psychologist expert merely shrugged, as if nothing had happened.

Shrapnel then glanced at Kickback, and then at Starscream. The old Shrapnel would shoot Slicer down then and there, but what would someone like Kickback who could keep his cool do? "I will place you at house arrest only if our leader agrees, Slicer, Slicer."
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"Uh... right. I mean, wrong. I mean..." Bonecrusher shook his head and chuckled. "Why d'you have to make things so complicated, Hook?" He sighed. "What'd'ya find?"

Warcry
2011-07-06, 03:47 AM
Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount

Slicer's defiance could cause another split in their forces if they weren't careful, but Soundwave knew better than to simply kill him. It wasn't that he disapproved of that option -- not at all -- but if it had to be done Starscream needed to be the one to do it. After all, he was the one who needed to prove himself to the troops, and he had a narrow window in which to do it.

Instead, he turned to the Constructicons. "Hook, Hightower and Scrapper, tend to the wounded. Treat this as a reverse-triage situation -- we need as many troops on their feet as possible in as little time as you can manage. The rest of you, clean up the corpses and haul the seriously-wounded into stasis pods."

He looked down at the ruin that was the Megatron clone's carcass.

"And someone get that out of my sight."
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Kickback's finger tightened on the trigger of his submachine gun, his sights fixed squarely on Slicer's back.

"Just give the order..." he said to no one in particular.

Clogs
2011-07-06, 12:55 PM
Darkmount, (the late) Astrotrain's Office

Ah, yes - Soundwave taking charge...

Starscream let him. Why not? There were other fish to fry. Or not. Just in case.

"Remove him Slicer[/B]] and place him under arrest [I]in the main cell block. Kickback, Shrapnel - you deal with it."

He casually kicked the Megatron clone's remains, which made Hook wince, and strode for the door.

"Soundwave, I shall be in the Command Suite - meet me there within the breem."

~~~

For his part, Hook grabbed a few last readings and, exchanging a quick glance with Bonecrusher, said: "I shall summon drones to remove this mechanism to the main medbay. Something of Quintesson manufacture is worth investigation for future reference. After all..." he smiled, coldly. "We have been fooled before."

Warcry
2011-07-08, 04:32 AM
Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount

"You heard the boss," Kickback told Slicer. "You're either going to come with us to the brig to go with Hook to the morgue."
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Soundwave nodded curtly as Starscream took his leave.

"Of course, Commander. I'll be there as soon as I've finished organizing the troops."

Then he turned a mild glower in Hook's direction. "Kindly stop speaking in riddles and tend to your duties, doctor."
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Scrapper glanced around at all the damaged Decepticons, then picked Thrust at random and started inspecting his injuries. "Aside from the obvious, what's wrong with you?"

miked23
2011-07-08, 04:50 AM
Astrotrain’s Office, Darkmount

Vindicator pulled himself out from under a pile of rubble. During the course of the battle he had been hit numerous times in the back by poorly aimed shots from Starscream’s null rays and was disabled for some time. As he stood up he looked down at the clones shattered remains surprised at how much punishment it had taken before dying.

He looked up from the clone’s wreckage and over at Starscream; having never liked the seeker to begin with he couldn’t say he was all too pleased that he was their new commander. But at this point he knew it was something he would have to deal with.

He headed over in Soundwave’s direction.

“Am I to assume now that I am no longer commander of the ground forces?” he asked the communications officer. “It was given to me by an imposter after all.”

Warcry
2011-07-08, 04:56 AM
Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount

Soundwave took his time to turn and face Vindicator, almost as if he wanted to give the other Decepticon a chance to rethink his question.

"Do you suppose," he asked in return, "that there's some reason why you shouldn't command our ground troops? Do you think yourself an incompetent, or that the imposter chose you for some reason other than merit? If you would care to suggest a candidate better than yourself I'm sure Commander Starscream would be all ears. If not...if not, I would recommend you show some self-confidence, do your job to the best of your ability and prove your worth to anyone foolish enough to question your pedigree."

Clogs
2011-07-08, 01:52 PM
Darkmount, Astrotrain's Office

Hook's faceplate, behind Soundwave's back, showed more than a little anger. The medic did not ever appreciate being bustled about or reminded of his duties.

"Bonecrusher, brother," he said, vocals soft in direct contrast with his expression. "If I might impose..?" He gestured to the wreckage at his feet. "I must attend to the functional damaged first."

~~~

At the doorway, Starscream paused and surveyed the crowd of Decepticon mechs - his Decepticons, now.

The mechs, in turn, gave him the optic in silence, possibly trying to work out what had gone on and/or who he was. After a long, long astrosecond, someone muttered: "That's Starscream..."

That was followed by various questions and comments: "Where's Lord Megatron?" - "I didn't think he was that big." - "I can see Soundwave in there." - "What's going on?" - "Who's in charge?"

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Corridor

Azimuth, Zenith and Downdraft stood at the very back of the crowd with Relay, who seemed very slight in comparison to the ancient Triple Changers.

"I have no idea," the reporter said. "I have no idea! Before I could get to the room, all these others arrived."

Azimuth shook his heavy head. "If we want to know anything," he said to the other two. "We find it out ourselves, yes?"

"Yes," agreed Downdraft.

Relay looked from the wall of metal in front of him to the masses of metal behind him and realised he had best get out of the way.

miked23
2011-07-08, 10:11 PM
Astrotrain’s Office, Darkmount

“Do not think that I asked you that question out of some lack of self confidence. With Starscream in charge now things are going to change, I wanted to be sure that my job wouldn’t.” He replied to Soundwave, annoyed by the communications officers answer.

He shifted his gazed over to the door where Starscream was now standing in front a large group of Decepticons.

“I should hope Starscream is quick in establishing his command over the troops. I can only imagine that there will be some fools who won’t be happy with our new leader and will cause problems.” He said to Soundwave.

Blackjack
2011-07-09, 12:24 PM
Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount

Shrapnel shrugged at Slicer. "Them's the breaks, breaks." Turning to Starscream, "As you wish, leader, leader."

Shrapnel prodded Slicer with his grenade launcher. "Come on. You go voluntarily and maybe you'll be called into action when we go against the Imperials, Imperials. You don't, and we send you to accompany fake Megatron in the Pit, Pit."
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Bonecrusher tch-ed when Soundwave told Hook to tend to his duties, but didn't make a big deal out of it. No need to piss the higher-ups off, after all. Bonecrusher wasn't keen on proving 'Constructicons superior, Soundwave inferior', after all.

"Yeah, sure, Hook. Duty comes first." Bonecrusher said as he toed the rubble towards a corner -- he couldn't stand such imperfection -- and shrugged.

"Eek, this one is dead. Poor sod. And he just returned to life too..." Bonecrusher said, prodding Laserbeak's prone body, impaled onto the ceiling, still dripping energon as he slowly turned gray. "Sad end."
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Corridors

Fumarole, Zephyr and Heatstroke walked behind Starscream, glaring at whomever looked at the newly-crowned leader funny.
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"Starscream is in charge now!" Blackjack shuoted out from below to the confused Decepticon troops who were milling around, since no one was interested in informing the masses... the same masses that would be led by Starscream. "Megatron is a fake and he's dead!"

Striding out into the corridors, he spotted several similar large, old-fashioned triple changers. "Downdraft?" The Micromaster transformed into vehicle mode, zipped across the corridor, transformed back and tapped Downdraft's leg. "Yo, big guys!"

Chip1123
2011-07-12, 02:38 PM
"Just missing an arm." Thrust replied to Scrapper. "I was lucky. That shot could have taken my head clean off. It took me out of the battle for a few moments, and when I came to, the calvary had arrived."

Warcry
2011-07-19, 03:15 PM
Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount

"There are always fools who don't know their place in the order of things," Soundwave agreed with Vindicator. "But that's why officers like you and I exist -- to hit them as hard as it takes to knock them back into line."
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Kickback followed along with Shrapnel as he prodded Slicer toward the brig. Once they were out of earshot of the main group, he muttered, "Who'd have thought Starscream would ever actually pull it off?"
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Scrapper nodded. "Shouldn't be too difficult to repair, then," he told Thrust. "Did you see where the arm landed, or am I going to have to fabricate a new one for you?"

optimusskids
2011-07-19, 06:53 PM
Astrotrains Office

Scavenger prodded the wreckage gingerly as he looked for items that were salvageable

~*~

Slicer laughed

"You planning on putting me in the main brig on sub level 17?"

Chip1123
2011-07-22, 07:51 PM
"The arm was... vaporized." Thrust replied back to Scrapper. "Nothing left to reattach. I'll need a new one." Thrust looked around at all the bodies. "Still, all things considered, it could have been worst. I could be dead, like half the room here."

Blackjack
2011-07-23, 10:49 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

"Not me, me." Shrapnel told Kickback, aiming his shrapnel rifle onto Slicer's back. "To be honest, I'm still coming to terms with the fact that Starscream is still alive, alive."

Bombshell shrugged. "If you must know, I thought he could do it."

"You know, you shouldn't even be here. You're supposed to be in the brig with him, him."

"I helped Starscream on a provisional basis." Bombshell told Shrapnel. "That earns me bonus brownie points. Hey, Shrappers, Kicker, where do we put this guy anyway?"

Clogs
2011-07-25, 01:07 PM
Corridors, Darkmmount

Downdraft looked down, then down some more in order to see Blackjack. "Acting Commander," he acknowledged politely. Then: "Megatron was a fake? Please explain..."

There could be no doubt about the dark undertone in his question.

Behind him, Zenith cracked his knobbled hands together.

~~~

Starscream was aware of the tension - it was that bad that even he could not miss it.

He threw his head up and behaved in totally Decepticon style.

"Stand aside! Soundwave, attend me!"

It would be advantageous to get the Communications Officer out there with him before he walked away...

miked23
2011-07-26, 04:35 AM
Astrotrain’s Office, Darkmount

Vindicator nodded, agreeing with Soundwave. He stood with his arms crossed as he watched the large group of Decepticons in the corridor.

He spotted the triple changers they had brought back from Kaon outside of what remained of Astrotrain’s office, he was certain that they wouldn’t be pleased with the idea of Starscream being their new commander.

“You’d best be going with our new Commander. I’ll remain here and ensure the clean up and repairs are completed.” he said to Soundwave.

Blackjack
2011-07-26, 12:18 PM
Corridors, Darkmount

"You don't know?" Blackjack asked Downdraft, then sighed. "That's right, you don't know. Neither did I. Or anyone, for that matter, until the last ten minutes."

Briefly, Blackjack considered telling the complete truth, but then he mentally stopped himself, and smiled. Someone had to tell the cover story to the masses, and Soundwave would be too busy attending to Starscream. Who does that leave?

"Megatron was..." he began, then hopped onto a box, so more could see him. "The Megatron we served was a fake, a near-perfect clone created by the Quintessons to assume command of the Decepticons. Apparently Astrotrain and some others discovered what Megatron... or the Megatron clone... was, so Megatron put a stop to that. Admiral Astrotrain is dead now."

Pause, and Blackjack watched as the crowd around them murmured. It wasn't the complete truth -- Blackjack wasn't sure of the complete truth himself, but it was believable. And he continued. "We tried to put a stop to that. But the fake Megatron was nearly as powerful as the original, and we were unprepared. With great regret some of our best were killed." Blackjack gestured to the still-unattended, mangled corpse of Skywarp, mouth contorted in a death grin mid-warp, nearby. (The Constructicons had been occupied with the living Decepticons, of course) "Would Megatron have killed his own men? But Starscream returned, and he killed the pretender Megatron. He's in command now."

Warcry
2011-08-03, 05:44 AM
Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount

"Thank you, Vindicator. Please inform us if anything...untoward happens."

With that, Soundwave walked slowly and calmly to Starscream's side.

"You may want to scale back the theatrics," he said quietly. "Your more...base troopers will tire of it quickly. It would be a shame to have to kill any more of them than strictly necessary."
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Kickback shrugged. "He does that, Shrappers. After the first couple times, I just got used to it."

Turning to Bombshell, he shrugged. "Considering the state the base is in, I'm not sure there's really anywhere that we could hold him securely. At least, not without putting a cerebro-shell in his skull first."
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"Indeed," Scrapper agreed with Thrust. "I won't be able to do anything for you here, but if you'll follow me to the medical bay we can take care of this in fairly short order."

optimusskids
2011-08-04, 11:33 AM
enroute

Slicer clonked along the corridor still in his exo skeleton.

"if nothing else I will have made Starscream aware of the current situation, it is not a good time for us to be weak. Have any of you ever served with or fought Thunderwing? Do cerebo shelss work on Pretender exoskeletons?"

Chip1123
2011-08-04, 09:16 PM
"Let's go then." Thrust said in reply to Scrapper, wanting to get out of the room where several of his friends had so recently died. Thrust walked out the door, stepping over several bodies as he went. "I have a feeling we'll need as many of us repaired as soon as possible. Doesn't feel like this is done yet."

Clogs
2011-08-08, 01:36 PM
Corridors, Darkmount

"A... fake," Downdraft mused quietly. He cocked his heavy head, optics so deep a crimson they were like smouldering coals. "Then where is the real Lord Megatron?"

And his implication was: can you prove that that wasn't the real one..?

~~~

Starscream would have sneered at Soundwave's infamous remark about theatrics, but he needed the support and information that the Communications Officer could give. Basically, he needed to know about Gigatron's involvement, most particularly as he had no intention this side of the Pit of putting himself and his forces at Gigatron's disposal. Not after what he had suffered.

Now: if there was some way to get back at Gigatron...

He stepped forwards and, to his immense satisfaction, most of the crowd gave back automatically.

"I will require a flash-download about the current situation," he told Soundwave, bluntly. "I take it you have one available?"

~~~

Standing, observing, Relay laid down a vocal recording of the events in the corridor:

"It appears that Megatron has been off-lined, but the implication is that I and the Decepticons have been dealing with a copy or clone of the original. This seems impossible - clone technology has proven erratic and its use banned in protocols laid down as long ago as Zeta Prime.

"There is tension among the mechs who have assembled here, outside what appears to be a wrecked command office. I get the feeling that some of them are unwilling to accept what they are hearing."

He could see Soundwave by the side of an imposing jet (of a somewhat antique design) and walked across the corridor in the hope of intercepting him.

Blackjack
2011-08-10, 11:16 AM
Darkmount

"Is that an invitation?" Bombshell asked Kickback, then turned to Shrapnel. "That is an invitation, right? It's like, when you want me to do something but you want it off the books, so you can't give an order, but-"

"Bombshell. Shut it, it." Shrapnel snapped. Turning to Kickback, "Don't the CR tanks have secure locks? We could stuff him in there, lock him up and stuff it in the basement until we have to deal with him, him."

Bombshell turned to Slicer, "Thunderwing's not our problem. Yet."
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"Dead, I reckon." Blackjack told Downdraft. "Ever since the original Megatron was turned into Galvatron back in Earth-year 2005, there has been scores of Megatron clones and pretenders like you wouldn't believe. The real, the original Megatron is still trapped inside Galvatron's twisted mind, Primus knows where Galvatron is right now."

He raised an optic brow. "You don't believe me, do you? While I can't prove to you, I can vouch that it spouted out some random Quintesson protocols while we were fighting him. This is a good copy, and he really thought he was Megatron... but in the end he's just a ticking time bomb that suddenly went beserk and tried to kill us all."

Turning to Relay, he nodded. "Improbable, not impossible. Lord Straxus has cloned Megatron before, for all the good it did. And likewise the Quintessons, in their unholy regime, had perfected their cloning processes."

Warcry
2011-08-14, 05:50 AM
Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount

Soundwave nodded curtly. "Absolutely."

He extended a hand to Starscream, handing for former Air Commander a small datacard.

"This should bring you up to date on all the happenings that you've missed during your...convalescence."

Carefully weighted so that you'll do what I want once you've read it, was left unsaid, although he and Starscream both knew that was the implication.

He saw Relay coming and waved vaguely in his direction, sending Buzzsaw swooping in to redirect the reporter.

"What can we do for you?" the cassette asked.
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Kickback shrugged. "I wouldn't say anything to Soundwave if you did," he told Bombshell. "Hell, if he found out he'd probably give you a medal."
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"Is it ever done?"

Scrapper walked with Thrust toward the medical bay, typing into a small keypad as they moved. Once they got there, they found a replacement seeker arm waiting for them on a surgical table.

"Lucky for you we have a lot of these in storage," he said. "Now hop up on the bed and we'll get started.

Blackjack
2011-08-15, 09:43 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

"I like medals. They're shiny." Bombshell told Kickback, then launched a cerebro-shell at Slicer.

Chip1123
2011-08-15, 02:42 PM
Thrust hopped up on the medical bed, almost falling off since he didnt have an arm to catch himself with. "True enough." He said in reply to Scrapper. "But to most of us, it never gets old." As he said the last part, he thought of Dirge, who had apparently had enough of their life and switched sides.

Warcry
2011-08-17, 10:20 PM
Corridors, Darkmount

Kickback guffawed as Bombshell actually did what he suggested and tried to cerebro-shell Slicer.
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Medical Bay, Darkmount

Scrapper shrugged. "Those of us who have to glue you people back together whenever you decide to start shooting each other have a different perspective, Thrust, as I'm sure you understand. Whenever you get into a fight it creates more work for me!"

The Constructicon picked up the replacement arm -- still tacky with fresh paint -- and clamped it to Thrust's torso, then set to work attaching the cables that would transmit signals from the seeker's brain to his new limb and vice versa.

optimusskids
2011-08-18, 06:27 AM
Corridors , Darkmount

Slicer swivelled.

"you wish me to kill these two Master so you can be leader of the Insecticons. I Obey "

Clogs
2011-08-18, 01:49 PM
(the late) Astrotrain's office

Hook 'wiped' his brow with the back of his right hand and then carefully folded Lazerbeak's wings, like a shroud, over the terminal damage the Cassetticon had suffered.

What a waste, he thought. Glancing over at Astrotrain's remains, he shook his head. What an unacceptable and avoidable waste. I blame Soundwave...
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Corridors, Darkmount

Accepting the datacard, Starscream gave Soundwave a somewhat cynical smile and then turned to see where Buzzsaw was going.

~~~

Downdraft listened, but his clouded visage clearly showed that he did not believe a word Blackjack was saying - except, possibly, that the Megatron he had followed was dead, but there was a chance in a new name he picked up on.

Galvatron

The Triple Changers had been designed specifically by Shockwave to serve as ground troops in Megatron's absence from Cybertron. There was only a few of them left and functional (give or take), and there was no reason for them to serve anyone except Megatron.

He gave Starscream the once-over and turned away.

"We are leaving," he ordered. "Return to Kaon, Zenith, and inform our brothers that we will seek a mech named 'Galvatron'."

For his part, Relay had fallen silent, allowing his recorder to pick up on ambient sound. He was a professional, but things were becoming decidedly weird and - he realised - potentially problematical for one of his kind among Decepticons.

Then Buzzsaw was asking him: "What can we do for you?"

The reporter frowned. "I wish to speak to Soundwave, if I may?"

Blackjack
2011-08-19, 11:20 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

Shrapnel's hands crackled with electricity as he moved faster than Bombshell could react, and placed one finger from his each hand at Bombshell and Slicer's foreheads.

"I am not in the mood for jokes, Bombshell, Bombshell. None of you can survive having five million volts pumped through your cerebral modules, at point blank range, range." Shrapnel hissed.

Bombshell blinked, and then sighed. "Slicer, I can't be leader if you kill them. Stand down so we can... talk this out." Bombshell was worried. He didn't issue a command, so either the cerebro-shell was transmitting subconscious desires, or Slicer isn't shelled yet. In any case, it was not good for him.
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Blackjack opened his mouth to speak, but did not. Downdraft is an old Decepticon, and Blackjack knew how deeply rooted in their beliefs these old people are.

"Good luck with that. The army's been trying to search Galvatron for ten years now..."

Turning to Relay and Buzzsaw, Blackjack gave the reporter a winning smile. "I've just been telling the good reporter here how we averted a crisis from an escalated civil war."

Chip1123
2011-08-19, 08:19 PM
"Well what else would you be doing if you weren't a medic?" Thrust asked Scrapper. "Making new buildings for us to tear down? Until the war is over, not much use in that."

Warcry
2011-08-21, 09:22 PM
Corridors, Darkmount

"Oh, for the love of all that's insectoid," Kickback spat as he ducked behind a doorframe and opened fire on Slicer, "Not funny, Bombers! Not funny at all!"
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Astrotain's Office

"You may not," Buzzsaw told Relay politely. "He's busy meeting with the t -- er, with Lord Starscream. But I should be able to assist you with whatever you need."

Or slice you to ribbons to keep this mess out of the news, if that's what it takes.

Nodding to Blackjack, he said, "Excellent work. Keep it up and you might end up taking over Wingthing's old job as our press secretary."
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Medical Bay, Darkmount

"Yes, thank you so much for underlining the complete and utter futility of my existence," Scrapper told Thrust. But unlike the Autobots who would have expressed the same opinion, he barked out a mirthful laugh. "I'd rather be gluing you people back together after a fight with the Autobots than with each other, though. That, or building a peace monument from the corpses of all the Autobots we've killed."

Chip1123
2011-08-23, 01:58 PM
Thrust started laughing at the idea of a monument to peace being made out of the dead bodies of the Autobots - the ones who wanted the peace so much.

"If you ever build that, it is one building I would not want to tear down." He said to Scrapper. That would be some building. I wonder if the Autobots would appreciate the irony?"

Blackjack
2011-08-26, 03:34 PM
Corridors, Darkmount

"For the love of all that's insectoid?" Bombshell repeated Kickback's word, raising an optic ridge. "That's unbelievably-"

Shrapnel prodded his charged finger closer to Bombshell's forehead. "Stop the goon, now, now." the Insecticon hissed. "Or I fry your mind, mind."
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Astrotain's Office

Blackjack wanted to ask whatever happened to Wingthing, but wisely kept his mouth shut. "Thank you." He said instead. "I will keep it up, no problem to that."

That was not a problem, really. A relatively low-risk situation.

Warcry
2011-09-01, 04:32 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

Kickback scowled at Bombshell. "Unless, of course, you're not controlling him at all," he added to Shrapnel's threat. "Then we kill Slicer first, and maybe you second for being such a bad shot!"
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Astrotrain's Office

Buzzsaw frowned pensively. "I suppose that means we'll need to get a shorter podium, then," he told Blackjack. "Or a really big pile of phone books."
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Medical Bay, Darkmount

"Well, probably not," Scrapper told Thrust. "Being dead and all, it would probably dampen their already-slim grasp of the concept. But I'd enjoy it enough for all of us."

As he worked, a battered Ramjet barged in and said, "You almost done, Green? I got somethin' I need Thrust fer."

"Give me a few minutes, you cement-skulled oaf," Scrapper told him. "This is delicate work."

"No one ever says that when they're fixin' me," Ramjet groused. "Now why's that?"

"Because we know you're just going to ruin our work by flying into the first brick wall you see after you walk out of medbay," Scrapper told him. "Although speaking of, someone really should look at your...well, your all of you before you go anywhere, with Thrust or not."

Turning back to his patient, he nodded. "All done. How does it feel?"

Chip1123
2011-09-01, 04:31 PM
Standing up, he rotated his arm, making sure the connections were all secure. "Guess it's a good thing we have so many Seekers - keep these parts in stock for us. Working well." Thrust replied to Scrapper.

Turning over to Ramjet, "So after that whole... mess," he said referring to the clone-megatron ordeal, "no down-time, huh? What's up?"

Warcry
2011-09-06, 06:09 AM
Medical Bay, Darkmount

"Same thing that was up before all this crap," Ramjet told Thrust. "Dirge. Warpy's gone, we got no idea what happened to TC...Dunno about you, but I ain't leavin' the last'a our bros brainwashed behind enemy lines."

Scrapper sighed. "Cool it, brainwave. Unless you sit down for ten minutes and let me glue you back together the next carcass we chop apart and use as spare seeker bits is going to be yours."

To Thrust he said, "All readings are nominal. You should be good to go."

"We don't got time for this, doc," Ramjet said. "For all we know, Dirge could be off somewhere do-gooding against his will!"

"You've had, what, six or seven years to worry about that?" Scrapper grabbed Ramjet and swung him bodily onto a table. "Unless you want to go out there is the sort of shape you'd have to be in to get manhandled by Constructicons, I mean..."

Ramjet grumbled under his breath.

"What? I didn't catch that," Scrapper told him.

"I said work fast," Ramjet spat. "I've lost 'nuff seekers for one day. Not gonna loose another."

optimusskids
2011-09-06, 12:35 PM
Corridors , Darkmount

Slicer struggled against the commands

"Help me I don't want to die because your frackin'g shells aren't wired right."¬

optimusskids
2011-09-06, 12:49 PM
On phones all over Darkmount red flashing lights started to pulse. And a shrill alarm time ring tone split the air.

Chip1123
2011-09-07, 08:33 PM
"Considering our old plan required more Seekers," Thrust began "Do you have a new plan to get Dirge to come out of hiding?" He asked Ramjet, standing up from the table.

Blackjack
2011-09-08, 11:57 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

"Disconnect him, now, now!" Shrapnel yelled. "And Slicer, you stand down, down."

"Okay, okay." Bombshell said, and severed the mental connection to Slicer. The alarms started to blare then, and Bombshell gave Shrapnel a questioning glance.

"Wasn't me, me." Shrapnel said. "Security, this is Shrapnel, what in the name of Coleop is going on, on?" Shrapnel's optics grew wide, then narrowed. He clicked off his communicator and cursed.

"What, you figured out the reason for the whole wee-woo-wee-woo thing?" Bombshell asked.

"No, no."

"Then?"

"We have a bigger problem, and you better not our job worse, Bombers, Bombers." Shrapnel opened a commlink to Soundwave and Starscream. "Lord Starscream, Soundwave, this is Security Head Shrapnel, Shrapnel. We have no idea what caused the alarms, but we do know something... the Warworld had just appeared above Crystal City, City."
_______________________

Blackjack was about to say something else to Buzzsaw, then stopped. "What was that?"

Warcry
2011-09-09, 04:34 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

Kickback cuffed Bombshell upside the head as soon as he'd deactivated the cerebro-shell. "If that happens again you won't get the benefit of the doubt, just a bullet to the brain. Got it?"
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(OOC: I'm moving Starscream for a few posts, so that the plot doesn't hang up while Clogs is away)

"Has it?" Soundwave asked Shrapnel sarcastically. "How wildly unexpected."

He turned to Starscream. "We also have a call incoming from Gigatron. Shall we take it in the throne room?"

"No," Starscream said, waving his hand dismissively. "I've got nothing to say to him."

Soundwave sighed. "Starscream, I don't think you grasp how precarious your situation is. Our troops are in shock right now, and they've accepted you as leader because I told them too and they haven't had any time to really think through it. If you sit here preening while Gigatron and the Autobots fight the Imperials, you'll give them that time. Then one of two things happen. Either your troops desert you to join the fight, or someone more prone to action kills you and takes command. Either way ends badly for you. So you're coming with me to the throne room and we're having a conversation with Gigatron, no matter how bad a taste that idea leaves in your mouth."

Starscream groaned theatrically. "Fine, Soundwave. But only because it'll take less time than listening to another one of your ridiculous lectures."

"Good. Shrapnel, finish stowing your prisoner, but make sure you put him somewhere comfortable. We may need his services sooner than expected."

(OOC: The conversation with Gigatron will happen in the Crystal City thread)
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Astrotrain's Office

"Not a clue," Buzzsaw lied to Blackjack. "We should probably clear the corridors and get everyone ready though, just in case."

The cassette cawed, then made a 'move along' gesture with his wings.

"Get to your action stations, everyone!"
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Medical Bay, Darkmount

"Oh, you know me," Ramjet told Thrust as Scrapper worked to repair his battered armour. "Never been one for plans. I figger we just find him, club him over the head and drag him somewhere where we can have a good talk."

Blackjack
2011-09-09, 07:53 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

"Ow!" Bombshell said.

Shrapnel resisted the urge to call Soundwave out, knowing that he had a hand on the mess today, but didn't do so. The last thing he needed was to be out of a job. Instead he settled for clicking off the communicator rudely, snorting. "If you shoot Bombers, I have dibs on the mortar launcher, launcher."

"I hate the both of you."

"We hate you too, too."
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Astrotrain's Office

Blackjack shrugged and transformed into his muscle car mode. "Where exactly is my action station?"

Tinker gestured Heatstroke, Fumarole and Zephyr along as they moved towards some of the turrets surrounding Darkmount.
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Medical Bay, Darkmount

Bonecrusher, patting a Decepticon he's repaired, chuckled at Ramjet. "I hear you, Seeker. That's the truth of it, it's the best way t'knock some sense inta someone. If Scraps here joins the Autobots I'll gladly do the same thing. I'll tap a wee bit harder, though."

Chip1123
2011-09-09, 07:35 PM
"Leaving out the part about getting him away from his Autobot pals." Thrust said to Ramjet. "Hard to get him back here if we're having to fight both him and those lousy Autobots."

Blackjack
2011-09-10, 03:11 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

"Eh, Thrust, Rammers, he's one of yer triad. He'll come to y'all with the correct persuasion. 'Specially wit' Iacon in the state that it is rightabouts now." Bonecrusher said. "Jus' sayin'."

Warcry
2011-09-12, 05:24 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

Kickback groaned. "I was wondering why I stopped working with you two. Thanks for the reminder, guys."

Then the Insecticon straightened up and asked, "But seriously. Shrapnel, Bombshell...what do we do now? I'm all for abusing someone dumb enough to spout off in public," glancing at Slicer he added, "no offence, but once the dust settles from this Warworld and Imperial mess do either of you really want to be working for Starscream of all people?"
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Astrotrain's Office

Buzzsaw shrugged. "Well, considering the body count today you probably count as a senior officer," he told Blackjack. "We should head up to Ops. Hopefully Megatron didn't rampage through there before he headed down here, because it's been rebuilt enough for one week.
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Medical Bay, Darkmount

Ramjet shrugged. "I figger we can work through that when we get there," he told Thrust, before Scrapper smacked him upside the head.

"Stop moving," he told the seeker, "unless you're hoping for me to accidentally weld you to the bed."

Remjet shook his head and groaned. "Whatever, doc." He turned (making sure that only his head moved) to Bonecrusher and said, "See, this guy here's got the right idea. Don't leave a buddy behind, even if you've gotta smack 'em a few times ta make 'em see things right. And since Dirge things he's a big Autobot hero now, finding him won't be tough. Just need a disaster that calls for Autobot jets, and he'll be there in the front row."

Blackjack
2011-09-12, 05:47 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

"Just Bombshell, I reckon, reckon." Shrapnel told Kickback. The other Insecticon then asked about what to do after the mes... and Shrapnel shook his head. "Not Starscream, that's for sure, sure. Gigatron or Soundwave or, hell, Straxus I might put up with, but not Starscream, Starscream."

"Guy's a dunce." Bombshell nodded. "So we agree on something."

"What say we enlist in the strike team that Starscream no doubt would be sending to the Warworld, Warworld?" Shrapnel asked. "It'll give us a chance to go underground in all the chaos that would ensue, ensue. Figure things out then, then."

"Get our cloning powers back and make ourselves an army." Bombshell quipped.

Ignoring Bombshell, Shrapnel shrugged, "Plus, the Warworld reaaaally looks tasty, tasty."
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Corridors, Darkmount

"Hnn." Blackjack snorted as he zipped alongside Buzzsaw towards Operations. "This wasn't how I planned on advancing up the ranks..."
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Medical Bay, Darkmount

"If yous' are plannin' to meet 'im, better make it peaceful and slag. If Dirge thinks 'ee's an Autobot, then he'll be thrilled t'know that his buddies are tryin' to defect..." Bonecrusher smirked. "When really y'all are gonna be head smackin'."

optimusskids
2011-09-13, 05:57 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

Slicer nodded

"it wasn't my finest hour."

Astrotrain's Office

Hex walked in .

"looks like you had fun up here? whats going on?"

Warcry
2011-09-14, 07:16 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

Kickback chuckled. "As tasty as it looks, we probably shouldn't eat the one thing that would let us decide our own fate. It would make a lovely Insecticon nest, if all else fails." He frowned. "I wonder how many more of our brethren are still out there."

He gave Slicer a smile. "Don't worry. We've all had bad days."

Coming to a stop, he said, "We're here. Your spark's in the right place, so I figure we can trust you in the minimum-security brig." He gestured toward a room that looked more like a guest suite than a prison cell.
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Astrotrain's Office

Buzzsaw frowned at Hex. "Who are you again? Are you the one Soundwave keeps locked up in the basement all the time?"
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Medical Bay, Darkmount

"Eh, I dunno," Ramjet told Bonecrusher. "You think he'd buy it? I mean, me and Thrust here...we're not exactly the 'peace and good gov'ment' types, you know? Would you believe we wanted to join the goody-two-shoes?"
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Throne Room

After closing their transmission with Gigatron, Starscream turned to Soundwave and said, "I think you need to explain exactly what you've been up to for the last few years."

The communications officer shrugged. "While Megatron was off gallivanting around Kaon, I didn't have much to do other than supervise the staff who wrote his self-serving propaganda. They're at your disposal now, by the way."

"Are they? I'll remember that," Starscream said dryly. "Go on."

"You mentioned how Gigatron destroyed all of our starships," Soundwave told him. "And he did. That's why I have a secret factory in the basement assembling replacements."

"You do?" Starscream asked. He was surprised at first, but quickly recovered, smirking. "Just how many ships are we talking about?"

"You'll have to talk to Tracer to get an exact count," Soundwave said. "They'd just started production when I handed that project off to him."

"And what about the, ahem, 'nifty gadgets the Constructicons have been working on'?"

"A gigantic mass driver," Soundwave told him. "Gigatron probably thinks it's a weapon, but he's only half right."

"Then what is it?"

"A way to take back what's ours." Soundwave projected a hologram between the two of them. "This is another thing that the aerospace R&D team built for me. They're breaching pods. Almost entirely armour, with built-in inertial dampeners so that whoever's riding them will survive a sudden deceleration from relativistic speed. They don't have much internal space -- no one bigger than a Micromaster can fit inside, unless you shrink down in alt-mode like I do."

Starscream nodded. "So when you take a shot at the Warworld with your giant gun, you plan on including some of these in with the real ammo?"

"Exactly," Soundwave agreed. "If we assume that most of the Imperials are on Cybertron participating in the ground battle, then an infiltration team would stand a good chance of retaking the ship."

"Soundwave, you've outdone yourself this time," Starscream crowed. But then he grew more serious. "I'm not sure I like the idea of you floating above my head in command of a Warworld, though."

"Starscream, if I wanted your job I would have it. The last thing you need to worry about is me staging a power grab."

"Why not?" Starscream asked. "Seriously. You obviously know what you're doing. In fact, you seem to think you know better than your leader -- better than me what to do! Why wouldn't you want to take over? For all I know you're plotting against me already!"

"Of course I am," Soundwave told him bluntly. "Just like I was plotting against Megatron from the moment he returned to power. But I don't do that because I want to be leader. Frankly, it would be a waste of my talents and force me to do things that I'm not good at. I'm plotting against you because it's my job to make sure that the right mech is leading the Decepticons -- and if he's not, to get rid of him."

"And how do I know you won't get rid of me as soon as I've outlived my usefulness?"

"Don't outlive your usefulness," Soundwave told him. "It's my job to protect the Decepticons, not just from their enemies on the outside but from themselves as well. In fact, especially from themselves. You and I know that I'm very good at it. And we both know that the things that make me so good in that role would make me a terrible leader. I need you just as much as you need me, and as long as we both do our jobs neither of us has anything to fear from the other one. Do we have an understanding?"

Starscream thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "I think we do. Assemble your boarding party."

"Thank you," Soundwave said. Then, over the intercom he announced, "All available Cassettes, Micromasters and Insecticons, plus anyone else who's the same size, meet me in cargo bay six immediately."

optimusskids
2011-09-14, 12:25 PM
Corridor

Slicer walked slowly into his cell.

"good luck boys , if we all survive the first round of energon is on me."

Slicer pulled out a piece of chalk and started to size up the expanse of blank wall.

~*~

Hex looked sternly at Buzzsaw.

"i guess Laserbeak hasn't got round to briefing you but yes I'm in charge of Special Projects."

Chip1123
2011-09-14, 03:09 PM
"I don't think he'd buy it. That's why we were hoping on help from Thundercracker. He'd be more apt to believe it from him." Thrust replied to Ramjet and Bonecrusher. "But he may still hear us out."

Blackjack
2011-09-14, 03:29 PM
Corridors, Darkmount

(OOC: Can I put on record that what Soundwave did just now was awesome?)

"I've seen that clone of yours with half your personality. Shothole, Shothole." Shrapnel offered as he closed the cell door. "I do believe some of our remaining clones may have gained limited sentience, sentience..."

"Giving us an army." Bombshell said.

Shrapnel sighed. "It's not exactly a simple matter, matter. Plus, do we want to become a splinter faction again, again? This is the first time things have ever worked out for any of us, us."

"You two, maybe. I'm stuck in a cell while Laserbeak gnaws on my eyeball." Bombshell muttered, then optics widened at Slicer's cell. "Guys, arrest me too. These things are prettier than my quarters... eh?"

Shrapnel shrugged. "Insecticons to the rescue, ho!"
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Astrotrain's Office

"Soundwave does what?" Blackjack asked Buzzsaw, then winced when Hex mentioned Laserbeak.

This wasn't going to be pretty...

So, for the sake of continued peace, Blackjack interceded, "Laserbeak has been... busy lately. May he rest in peace." Soundwave's transmission came in. "Buzzsaw, that's our ride, shall we?"
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Corridors, Darkmount

"Really, what do we do? It's not like we're needed anywhere. People always call for, I dunno, Insecticons, Constructicons, tank Decepticons... us Seekers came all the way from Kaon for nothing, Tinker!" Fumarole snorted. Heatstroke and Zephyr stood behind their trine leader, the former too crazy to understand and the latter not bothered.

"I'm an inventor, chum." Tinker said, tinkering with a small device. "Well, medic, too, but the Constructicons sort of took my job."

"BURN THE ENEMY." Heatstroke hissed.

"Shut up, you." Tinker said flatly. "I'll have to do a lobotomy on you one of these days, pyro."

"I don't like it. We're being treated as if we're nothing." Fumarole said.

"What can we do about it?" Zephyr asked, "The whole world is falling into hell and we're standing here doing nothing."

"Then... why don't we do something about it?" All four Seekers turned around to regard the speaker. It's obvious that he's not a Seeker, but still a Decepticon with a flight alternate mode. The pink colour scheme was infamous for what it represented.

"Well, if it isn't captain failure." Fumarole mocked, but shut up when Misfire pulled out his ion rifle, faster than his reputation might led them to believe, and slammed the barrel onto Fumarole's face.

"I don't always miss, Seeker boy." Misfire growled. "I'm tired of being sidelined, I'm tired of being ignored. And you know what? I'm going to do something about it. You Seekers can either grow some actuators and follow me, or stay here and wallow in sorrow."

"I'm in." Tinker said, raising his hand. "I'm not with these Kaonites."

Misfire glanced at the other three, before walking away. Aimless flew up from the floor onto Misfire's shoulder, and with Tinker on trail, the two moved towards hangar bay six. Unsummoned, but Misfire knew Aimless would be the correct size for whatever it is Soundwave needed.

After a while, the Kaon trine followed suit.
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Medical Bay, Darkmount

"Because th'Constructicons just tried ta murder the lot of ya." Bonecrusher told Ramjet and Thrust. "Mebbe, I'm jus' sayin'. Plus, a chance to shoot at th' two of ya is too good t'pass up. Plus, Ramjet, y'ere th' stupid lookin' type. I'd buy the story."

Warcry
2011-09-15, 05:26 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

"Don't forget Chop Shop and the rest," Kickback told Shrapnel. "They may have funny paint jobs, but they're still Insecticons."

When Soundwave's signal came over his comm, he groaned. "What, more work?"
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Astrotrain's Office

Buzzsaw opened his beak -- whether to bellow abuse at Hex or simply start slicing, he wasn't sure. But Blackjack calmed him down, in combination with Soundwave's summons.

"We have places to be," he told Hex coldly instead. "What do you want?"
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Medical Bay, Darkmount

"Why, I oughta..." Ramjet tried to get up from the bed to pummel Bonecrusher, but Scrapper pushed him back down.

"Stay put," the Constructicon said. "We're almost done."

Then he turned to glare at Bonecrusher. "And you! In what world do you think I'd waste my time repairing these two just so you could shoot them to pieces again?"

Blackjack
2011-09-15, 05:48 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

"I don't like Chop Shop. He steals my cerebro-shells." Bombshell sniffled. "And Venom is a prick."

"Hush, you, you." Shrapnel told Bombshell, then turned to regard both Bombshell and Kickback, "Once more into the fire, then, then. Let's go, go." Shrapnel transformed and buzzed towards the general direction.

Bombshell looked at Kickback and shrugged. "I never get used to Shrappers being the good soldier, you know?"
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Cargo Bay Six, Darkmount

Misfire, Aimless and the four Seekers arrived. "Nobody here." Aimless said from his perch on Misfire's shoulder. "You know, why do I need to do this? I don't even know what I'm supposed to do."

"Listen to me, Nebulan. We're going to fight, we're going to win. We'll show that we're not to be trifled with."

"Too much effort, if you ask me."

"That's the problem, Aimless. You never put any effort. Your life on your planet is a disaster, you signed up for this stupid program to turn into a gun and even then you can't shoot straight! Man up and show some effort, whelp."
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Medical Bay, Darkmount

"Sorrey boss." Bonecrusher shrugged, and put up a stance to look apologetic, which was betrayed by the massive grin on his face. "Seemed like a good idea, is all."

optimusskids
2011-09-17, 08:32 AM
Astrotrain's Office

Hex shrugged.

"I've been cut off down in the sub levels I've been out of the loop . I'm just trying to figure out whats going on otherwise I'll go back to test piloting."

Blackjack
2011-09-17, 11:48 AM
Astrotrain's Office

"Megatron is a Quintesson-made clone. He is now dead. So is a bunch of others. Starscream leads us. The Imperials have arrived. Protihex is in siege. The Warworld is bearing on us." Blackjack told Hex, frankly not really caring if the other Decepticon freaked out. They needed to be somewhere.

Warcry
2011-09-18, 04:03 PM
Corridors, Darkmount

Kickback shrugged. "Ransack and Barrage are OK, though."

He returned Bombshell's look with a shrug. "I don't know. It's kind of growing on me, you know? He's a lot less obnoxious this way."

Transforming to insect mode, he kicked off of the ground and flew off after Shrapnel.
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Astrotrain's Office

Buzzsaw just flew off, happy to give Hex the cold shoulder after the other mech had figuratively dragged Laserbeak's corpse through the mud and let Blackjack deal with him.
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Medical Bay, Darkmount

Scrapper shrugged. "Don't worry, Bonecrusher. There are days when I'd be tempted too. Just remember to suggest it before we fix them, OK?" Then he looked to Ramjet and said, "OK, you're done. Try not to get your head banged in for at least a couple more days."

"No promises." Ramjet hopped off the table and looked at Thrust. "So...you feel like getting to it?"
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Throne Room

As much as he hated it, Starscream had to admit that he was trapped in a corner. He really didn't want to come to Gigatron's rescue, but he wanted to see the planet overrun by Thunderwing even less. And while he didn't quite believe Soundwave's doom-and-gloom predictions that the troops would revolt against him if he didn't keep them busy, he really didn't want to take that chance. Having finally climbed to the top of the mountain, he wasn't about to let rumblings from the foundation knock him off. Of course, Soundwave knew that. It seemed like he always knew how Starscream would react.

Am I really that predictable? he asked himself, before dismissing the idea out of hand. Of course not! Would a predictable mech have become leader of the Decepticons? I think not!

But predictable or not, he had work to do.

Striding over to the room's communications alcove, he opened up the intercom and said, "This is Lord Starscream." He paused for a second to enjoy just how good that sounded. "I want every available troop -- every single one of you who isn't going with Soundwave -- to meet me in the rooftop hangar in five minutes. We have work to do."
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Cargo Bay Six, Darkmount

While the jets were talking, the cassettes began to arrive. First were Rumble and Frenzy, still ensconced in their larger bodies, driving them from the safety of the car mode' cassette deck. They arrived together, joking back and forth and occasionally getting into a shoving match.

Howlback was next, her body language making it clear that she was still tremendously shaken by her partner's death. She set herself down in the corner, avoiding eye contact with everyone else in the room.

Overkill was next. Catching sight of Misfire, he traipsed over and said, "Well, hey there! It's good to see a familiar face around these parts. Some days it seems like this place is filled with nothing but seekers." He gave the Targetmaster's companions a friendly look. "Not that there's anything wrong with seekers, you know. Good guys, most of 'em. But I don't know any of them, so it's kind of boring some days."

Last was a mostly-red mech who shared Rumble and Frenzy's basic design, although obviously without the enhanced car mode.

Frenzy's jaw dropped. "Enemy? Is that you?"

Rumble cuffed him upside the head. "Of course it's him." He glared at Enemy and said, "Where have you been hiding? We haven't seen you in vorns!"

Enemy just shrugged. "Around."

(OOC: Guess which one of them is cannon fodder. Go on, I dare you. ;))

Blackjack
2011-09-20, 11:37 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

"Ransack and Barrage scare me. They destroy everything in their path." Bombshell told Kickback. "What, you too? Come on, the Insecticons cannot ever go straight and play by the rules! We need to be proud of who we are!"
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Cargo Bay Six, Darkmount

Shrapnel, on the other hand, had arrived on Cargo Bay Six ahead of his two partners and transformed, taking into account Misfire, Rumble, Frenzy, Overkill, Howlback, a Cassette he didn't recognize and a bunch of random Seekers. "Where is Soundwave, Soundwave?" Shrapnel asked the room in general.

He glanced at Enemy, and looked him up and down. Turning to Frenzy and Rumble, Shrapnel said, "Looks like both of you, you. You never told me you were triplets, triplets."
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"Overkill!" Misfire said, smiling at the familiar-looking Cassettecon, getting down on one knee to talk with the smaller Decepticon. "They fixed you up good, they did. How's things going around here?"

Aimless hopped down and punched the Cassettecon lightly on the side. "I feel you, Rex. Seekers are boring."

Starscream's announcement came in, and Misfire sighed. "I do suppose that means me, does it not?" He smiled. "Aimless will stay here, help with whatever Soundwave is planning. Take good care of my gun, Overkill." Clapping his hands, Misfire glanced at the gaggle of Seekers, and said, "Okay, boys, let's go!"

Gesturing at Tinkre and the Kaonite Seekers, Misfire led them towards the rooftop hangar.
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Astrotrain's Office

"We'll be off then, Hex." Blackjack told the female Decepticon. "Would love to stay and chat, but we've been summoned. If you have any other questions, um, bother the Constructicons. Yeah."

Blackjack transformed into his muscle car mode and zipped ahead after Buzzsaw.
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Medical Bay, Darkmount

"Not worry'in, bossman." Bonecrusher told Scrapper, still grinning. "Wha', his name is Ramjet, says there on th' tin. He rams jets for a livin'. What a hoot!"

The Constructicon hopped off the table and flexed his head. "Seems like we'll be needed sooner or later, boss, wha' wit' all th' hoopla. If not as medics, then as Dev'stator."

Bonecrusher's optics lit up at Starscream's announcement. "Ooh, does this mean us?"

optimusskids
2011-09-20, 12:05 PM
Astrotrains Office

Hex looked perplexed and called after the disappearing Blackjack

"Can't I speak to Laserbeak, has something happened to him ? All I want to know is what to do about the Project. I thought mechs would be wanting to use them? Is Laserbeak dead? They were built just for this eventuality."

Chip1123
2011-09-20, 01:21 PM
"We obeying Starscream, or pretending we already left before his order came through?" Thrust asked Ramjet, hoping the Constructicons wouldn't report that last question to Starscream.

Blackjack
2011-09-20, 02:09 PM
Corridors, Darkmount

"Yeah, he's at peace, that's what I told you." Blackjack called out to Hex, not wanting to use the term 'dead' or 'deceased' for fear of angering Buzzsaw. Certainly if Road Hugger or one of the others were killed Blackjack would try and murder anyone who treated them with disrespect.

"Ask Soundwave or Tracer, Hex. They'll know what to do."
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Corridors, Darkmount

Misfire and the gaggle of Seekers trooped through the corridors towards the rooftop hangar, attracting several other idle warriors which joined the group as well.
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Medbay, Darkmount

"Don' give us tha' look, Coney." Bonecrusher waved at Thrust. "Whatev'r ya' pencil-heads do, ain't none o' our business."

optimusskids
2011-09-20, 04:35 PM
Corridors, Darkmount


Hex nodded

"poor Laserbeak, he was a craftsmech an artist really. He will be missed. I'll track down Soundwave. "

Warcry
2011-09-23, 06:31 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

Kickback shrugged. "I can be proud without constantly backstabbing everyone around me just because they're there," he told Bombshell. "Come on, now. We're Insecticons, we're not Starscream. We only go our own way if there's a good reason."

As he finished speaking, the duo walked into the cargo bay.
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Astrotrain's Office

Buzzsaw scowled. "I'm not a slagging protoform, Blackjack," he snapped. "Laserbeak's dead. You think I didn't notice?"

He flapped his wings harder and accelerated, heading toward the cargo bay in a huff.
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Medical Bay, Darkmount

Scrapper nodded to Bonecrusher. "Yeah, we probably should. If I know Starscream, once he gets through with whatever crazy plan he's come up with, the troops are going to need a lot of our time."

Ramjet thought about Thrust's question for a minute. "I figger we should go," he said at last. "Whatever Screamy's up to, odds are pretty good that it's gonna attract the 'Bots attention. If luck's on our side, ol'Dirge will come right to us."
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Throne Room

A group of five gaudily-coloured seekers walked into the room, and, finding that they were the first ones there, quicky started to mingle amongst themselves. Thunderflare started to hassle Bootleg about the low-quality holorecordings that he'd bought from the shifty flier, while Blueshift and End Run started speculating about what Starscream was up to, and what he'd want from them. Duststorm stood a comfortable distance away from the rest, enjoying the sight of his comrades having fun and trying not to wonder if it would be the last time he ever saw it.

And why is there five of us, anyway? he wondered. Where has Stormhawk gotten to?
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Cargo Bay Six, Darkmount

Overkill opened his mouth to respond to Misfire, then shut it again after the Targetmaster wandered off. "Well," he said to Aimless, "I'll say, that was a little bit rude, don't you think? Is he always like that, this friend of yours?"

Frenzy shrugged and answered Shrapnel's question. "Eh. He's the black sheep in the family."

"I'm red," Enemy said, confused.

"See what he means?" Rumble asked. "Kinda dumb, our Enemy."

Ravage loped into the room and joined the rest of the group. He laid a consoling paw on Howlback's shoulder as he passed, then joined the rest of the team in the middle of the room.

"Does anyone know what this is about?"

Blackjack
2011-09-24, 11:39 AM
Cargo Bay Six, Darkmount

"But-" Bombshell shook his head. "Control! Control over everybody! I the mind, Shrapnel the body and you their, friendsh- eh, soul! Or something along those lines!" Bombshell sighed. "But when you put it that way..."

As he and Kickback entered the cargo bay, Bombshell glanced around the room. A load of Cassettes, and a tiny organic.

"Oh, the pains of being short." Bombshell said. "We're the only Insecticons around, Kickback? I thought you said there were more of us here."
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"The black sheep, sheep? Like Bombshell!" Shrapnel replied to Frenzy's comment. He can't help it, and ignored the glare from the other Insecticon. Though it was one of their usual 'I hate you' glare instead of the more angry ones from when Bombshell was trying to take over, so Shrapnel guessed he was forgiven, mostly.

Shrapnel shook his head at Enemy's sheer stupidity, and turned to Frenzy and Rumble. "He doesn't get out much, do he, he?"

Turning to Ravage, Shrapnel shook his head before turning back to the Cassette Twins.
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"Always, that Misfire." Aimless told Overkill. "Always says I never put up my end of the job. Can't help it that he's got poor aim, dunnit? Say, Rexie, I never did catch your name."

Though the irony that the fact that a Nebulan Targetmaster's function was actually to aim for the Transformer partner was lost on Aimless.

Turning to Ravage, Aimless shrugged. "I dunno, nobody tells me nothing. Misfire only dropped me off here, I thought you old guard guys would know."
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Corridors, Darkmount

"At peace, dead, same meaning, different words." Blackjack muttered under his breath, loud enough to be audible but not really that loud so as to incite a response.

Likewise, the tiny sports car accelerated, not really wanting to take the risk of really enraging Buzzsaw. He's heard rumours about what he did to Hightower...
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Medical Bay, Darkmount

"I'mma gonna bust th' heads of anyone tha'll be in our way!" Bonecrusher clapped his hands cheerfully, like a kid on Christmas morning. Walking towards Scrapper he practically half-pulled, half-pushed the higher-ranking Constructicon towards the door. "Let's'a go demolishin', er, repairin', boss!"
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Throne Room, Darkmount

"I told you it was the throne room, not the bloody rooftop hangar." Misfire scolded Tinker.

Tinker's reply was a sharp huff. "I'm a doctor, dammit, not a navigator!"

"Yer a Seeker, boy." Misfire shook his head as the gaggle entered the Throne Room. "And- well, there's quite a bit of you Seekers here too." What was it with Seekers and crazy colour schemes, Misfire wondered. Singling out Duststorm as the only member of the five already present not talking, Misfire asked, "Any idea what's this all about, then?"

Fumarole was trying to convince Heatstroke not to burn down the Throne Room, while Zephyr was pretty indifferent as he leant against the wall. Tinker, however, a Darkmount local, recognized something... missing. He stepped beside Thunderflare, "Wasn't there six of you guys?"

Galestorm, having came in from Kolkular after overseeing the reconstruction there, walked in, looked around like he owned the place, earning glares from Zephyr and Fumarole, before leaning against the wall, looking high and mighty.

Warcry
2011-09-29, 03:53 AM
Medical Bay, Darkmount

"Right," Scrapper told Bonecrusher. "Let's get going." He waved at Thrust and Ramjet. "You guys too."

"Whatever," Ramjet told him dismissively. Even though the Constructicon was suggesting something Ramjet himself wanted to do, he certainly wasn't going to let one of those green goons try to boss him around. "We'll take our time, thanks."
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Throne Room

(OOC: Right, not a typo at all... :glance:)

Duststorm shrugged. "Not really," he said to Misfire. "Frankly, with Starscream it's not like anyone can tell what he's up to from one minute to the next. I'm sure he'll fill us in once he deigns to grace us with his presence."

Thunderflare grunted at Tinker. "Yeah," he said. "There was. Stormhawk's wandered off somewhere, I guess."
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Cargo Bay Six, Darkmount

"Obviously they've gotten lazy without you to tell them what to do all the time," Kickback told Bombshell sarcastically. "You'd better get ready to scold them when they get here."

Even before he finished talking, Shothole, Salvo and Zaptrap meandered in.
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Frenzy shook his head. "Nah, Shrappers. Not like Bombshell. Bombshell's got some stuff that he's, you know, actually kinda good at."

"Shaddup, you!" Enemy snapped at him.
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Overkill looked bashful. "Oh my, how rude of me!" he said to Aimless. "I'm so sorry. My name is Overkill, and it's a pleasure to officially meet you."
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Ravage stretched languidly, then settled down in a comfortable position.

"I think we're about to find out," he told Aimless, just before Soundwave walked in with Buzzsaw on his heels.

Soundwave made his way to one corner of the room, then raised his voice and called out, "Attention!"

Blackjack
2011-09-29, 06:51 AM
Medical Bay, Darkmount

"Suit yeself." Bonecrusher told Ramjet as he half-dragged Scrapper out of the Medbay.
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Throne Room

(OOC: No idea what you're talking about, W. Tinker just has ADHD. ;))

"Hnhn. Starscream, Starscream, Starscream." Misfire muttered under his breath as Duststorm replied to him. "Least we're not following a clone again."

"Hmm." Tinker replied to Thunderflare. Something about this bugged him, but Tinker merely shrugged it off. Whatever, right?
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Cargo Bay Six, Darkmount

"Oy! Clones, get here." Bombshell waved at Shothole, Salvo and Zaptrap. "They look great, though. Especially Salvo. Very handsome. I'll scold Shothole... refresh my mind, Kickback. Was it Shrapnel or you who thought up with that name?"
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"Bossing people around, around." Shrapnel told Frenzy, ignoring Enemy, "And generally trying to screw everybody up, up." Before he could hurl a little more abuse at Bombshell, Soundwave entered the room and he turned to look at the Communications Officer.

He was still sore about being left out of the loop regarding Megatron, but since nobody Shrapnel particularly cared about died (shame about Astrotrain or Skywarp, but Shrapnel was never close to them) so whatever.

"What do we have, boss, boss?"
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"Eh, likewise mine." Aimless told Overkill. "People call me Aimless. Used to have a name, once, but I can't remember what it was."
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Blackjack zipped into the room after Buzzsaw, transforming into robot mode and looked up, way up, at Soundwave.

Chip1123
2011-09-30, 09:06 PM
"Well let's go" Thrust said to Ramjet. "Figure Screamer won't be in the best of moods if his favorites are late." He said, walking towards the door. "But maybe he'll leave the cake-walk assignments for last..." He said, looking over at Ramjet. "Don't give me that look. All I'm saying is that being late could have it's benefits."

Warcry
2011-10-01, 09:55 PM
Medical Bay, Darkmount

Ramjet clapped Thrust on the shoulder. "Right you are. Not that we'll be doin' anything he tells us to do anyway, if'n Dirge shows up. I mean, this is Starscream we're talkin' about. Past is any lesson, the real Megatron'll show up to clobber him fifteen minutes after we get there anyway."

He followed the other Conehead out the door.
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Throne Room

Duststorm chuckled. "Just don't badmouth him too much," he told Misfire. "I wouldn't put it past old Screamy to be hiding behind the curtains, waiting for just the right moment to make his dramatic entrance." Then he frowned. "And now that I mention it, he does seem to have redecorated the place in a bit of a hurry."

End Run piped up. "I like the purple, though."

"You would," Duststorm laughed.
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Thunderflare was about to say something, but Stormhawk walked in before he could figure out how to say it. He slapped Tinker in the arm jocularly (and harder than he'd probably meant to) and said, "See, there he is. We was just talking about you, Stormy. Where you been?"

"I had a job to finish," Stormhawk told him. He seemed nervous, his hands shaking slightly. "You know intel work...lots of, uh, long distance calls to make. Right. But done now. So what's all this about?"
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Scrapper twisted out of Bonecrusher's grip as they arrived at the throne room. "I know how to walk, thank you," he told the other Constructicon. "The dragging really wasn't called for."

(OOC: If no one minds, I'm going to pretend that the othe Constructicons have joined them and are milling about quietly in a corner somewhere. :glance:)
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Cargo Bay Six, Darkmount

Kickback watched the clones coming toward them, then laughed at Bombshell's question. "He picked it himself, actually. Evidently before anyone thought to load an English-language dictionary into his processor. Got to hand it to the little bugger, though...it took a lot of guts to not change it."

Three more Insecticons wandered in as they were talking. It took Kickback a second to recognize them as Hardshell, Sharpshot and the tiny Needler.

"See?" he told Bombshell. "If Venom's gang hadn't wandered off with Gigatron, it'd be a family reunion here."
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Frenzy and Rumble turned along with Shrapnel to face Soundwave. Enemy followed suit a few seconds later.
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Overkill shrugged his little dinosaur arms. "Computer could probably tell you," he whispered to Aimless so Soundwave wouldn't overhear. "If you'd like, I could look it up for you once the mission is over."
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"As you may have heard," Soundwave told his collection of tiny Decepticons, "the Warworld is back. Some of you may also be aware of the gigantic magnetic accelerator that I had the Constructicons build outside the tower. I believe the general consensus was that it was a weapon. But like usual, the rumour mill was wrong. We're not going to use it to shoot down the Warworld. We're going to use it to board her."

He tapped a button on his chest, opaquing his tape deck door and turning it into a display screen. Half a second later, a diagram showed up.

"This small vehicle is a breaching pod. It's designed with fifteen independent inertial dampening systems -- enough to ensure that whoever is inside will survive being accelerated to near the speed of light, then quickly decelerated again when the pod hits the Warworld. A pod's internal space will be small enough to cramp even Blackjack here, so only those of us who can become as small as -- or smaller than -- a Micromaster will be able to take part in the mission. The pods will be fired at the ship when it passes through Polyhex's orbital space. We will board her, kill every Imperial we can find and reclaim the ship for the Decepticon cause. Any questions?"

Blackjack
2011-10-02, 08:40 AM
Throne Room

"I am sure he is." Misfire told Duststorm, hoping that their current leader would eschew the cape-and-crown bullshit this time. "Starscream- Lord Starscream, we know you're in the room. What will you want us to do?"
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"Long distance calls?" Tinker asked Stormhawk, then shrugged. Not his place to ask. None of this was his place to do anything at all. He was a Seeker, a medic, a tinkerer. Shouldn't be a busybody...

Except...

"Who were you calling, Stormie?" Tinker asked, his voice innocent.
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"Sure is." Bonecrusher told Scrapper.
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Cargo Bay Six, Darkmount

(OOC: I've been intending to pick up Needler for so long, but always forgot)

Bombshell shook his head. "He's got your lack of intelligence, at least, Kickback." Bombshell nodded at Hardshell, who was nearly identical to him. "Now Hardshell, he's good looking, and he's got an excellent sense of name. Come here, Needler."

The tiny scarab Insecticon scuttled up Bombshell's leg and settled on his back, clicking contently.

Bombshell patted the little Insecticon like a pet, and shrugged as Soundwave explained. "Bit late to go back to the brig, isn't it?"
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Aimless shrugged, and whispered back to Overkill, "I don't really think I want to know, it's all in the past, you know?" He didn't say anything when Soundwave explained the plan. He didn't fancy getting vaporized.
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Blackjack nodded at Soundwave's explanation, running in his mind the risks and probabilities of the plan's success. A whooping 44.5%, rounded up to one decimal place.

Blackjack smirked. He liked risks.

Also it was, for once, nice to be the 'biggest' of the group here, so to speak. All the cassettes and Insecticons, when transformed, are all smaller than him.

"I'm a betting man, and I wouldn't place our odds on our mission... but I've only got one question. When do we set off?"
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Another example of Soundwave's secrecy and ingenuity, Shrapnel mused. Using the magnetic accelerator to board the Warworld. Shrapnel decided, Soundwave was not a Decepticon he wanted as an enemy.

"None, none." Shrapnel said. "Let's get ourselves a Warworld, Warworld."

optimusskids
2011-10-03, 07:25 PM
Throne Room


Scavenger milled like an eager puppy.

Cargo Bay Six, Darkmount


Retcon rolled up in wood louse form before unfurling and transforming

Warcry
2011-10-05, 04:58 AM
Throne Room

Ramjet walked in, presumably with Thrust in tow. "So whadda you want, Screamy?" he said rudely. Then he frowned. "Where is he, anyway? We were late on purpose so we wouldn't have to wait for him."

Duststorm shrugged. "We figure that he's hiding behind a curtain or something."

"Easy answer to that," Ramjet shrugged, then gestured to Heatstroke. "Torch 'em, flame boy."

"Don't you dare," came Starscream's shrill retort. "Do you have any idea how expensive this stuff is on Cybertron? I'm still trying to find enough to make my cloaks. The crown and shoulder pads look stupid on their own."

Ramjet scoffed. "Right, it's the lack of a cloak that does it."

"Shut up." Starscream emerged from behind a curtain and glared around the room. "Gigatron has begged me for help in his foolish crusade against the Imperials. I'm bored and there's no more Megatrons to kill, so I figured, why not?" He looked around for Tracer and Vindicator, then scowled. "My air and ground commanders have evidently taken vacation days today, probably because Astrotrain got himself killed and no one thought to check the dates they asked for."

When no one laughed at his joke, he made a huffing sound. "Fine. Well, anyway. Since they're not here I suppose I'll have to lower myself to planning your assignments."

"We're doomed," Ramjet piped up, just to grind Starscream's gears.

"Ramjet, for the last time, shut up."

"You mean I get to mouth off without you yellin' at me anymore?"

Starscream sighed. "Right. Anyway, since Gigatron and his army of moronic traitors are probably getting themselves killed as we speak, the Constructicons will establish and fortify a field hospital. Misfire, I want you to find the guy called 'Hex' and get him to send up all of the new ships that are ready for service to the hangar. The rest of you...well, you're mostly seekers but I don't know who you are. Which of you are in command of your flights?"
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Stormhawk shrugged. "I can't talk about it," he told Tinker. "Confidentiality, you know. If I tell you who my informants are -- why, no one will ever talk to me again!"

When Starscream asked who was in command, Thunderflare practically jumped up to get his attention. "Stormhawk here's our officer!" Then, less enthusiastically, "Uh...I guess Duststorm next."
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Scrapper smiled behind his faceplate. "Calm down, Scavenger," he said. "We'll have too much to do before you know it."
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Cargo Bay Six, Darkmount

Kickback laughed. "You're not going anywhere," he told Bombshell. "I sprung you fair and square, so you belong to me. I'm not going anywhere without my living shield." He smiled. "Oh, and Retcon too, but since I like him he doesn't have to worry about being tossed in front of gunfire."
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Overkill gave a beastly little shrug. "Don't worry," he said to Aimless. "Names don't mean much anyway. Who you are is who you are, and what you're called doesn't matter one bit. I mean, if my name was an apt one they'd call me 'Chatterbox', no?"
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Frenzy and Rumble whispered for a bit, and the Rumble raised his hand. "Yeah, we got a question. Frenzy wants me to ask if we're gonna have to leave our tran...tranzt...er, our car bodies behind."

Ravage gave them a gravelly chuckle. "Does it look like they'll fit?"

"I, er..." Rumble looked down to the ground. "I guess not, no."

"And they say I'm the dumb one," Enemy laughed.

"Enough," Soundwave told them. "Unfortunately, your larger bodies will have to remain here."

Then he looked over at Blackjack. Like the Micromaster, he'd calculated the odds. And like him, he didn't think they were very favourable. But all he said was, "We leave immediately. Gather whatever gear you think you need and meet me in the disused smelting pool in five minutes."

Blackjack
2011-10-05, 08:36 AM
Throne Room

Misfire turned to Ramjet and Thrust. "What Duststorm said, Coneys. The curtain."

The Targetmaster watched and grinned as Heatstroke raised his flamethrowers towards the curtains. It was a good thing Starscream revealed himself, or the curtain would have been burnt to crisp.

So much fun, these Seekers, Misfire thought. But really there's nothing like one's own homeys. Slugslinger, Triggerhappy, Needlenose, even Spinister... the airborne Decepticon Targetmaster troops.

"e-Swindle, Starscream. He has everything. Though the price is what it says on the tin." Tinker piped up, ignoring Stormhawk when Starscream showed himself. "How did you fit behind the curtain without leaving a bump, Screamer, I don't want to know."

Misfire listened as Starscream and Ramjet traded barbs for a bit. Finally, something to do. "Hex, Starscream? Allright."

Misfire pulled out his commlink, and sent out a general broadcast. "Hex, please respond."
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"I am in command of the Kaonite Seekers." Galestorm said, the jet black Seeker pointed at himself. "The bunch that's here, anyway. Fumarole is my second."
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"Where're we goin' t'build th' field hospital, Scraps? Got to start clearing mat'rials, y'know?" Bonecrusher asked the other Constructicon. He prodded Scavenger on the shoulder. "Scavvy, where d'you think?"
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Cargo Bay Six, Darkmount

"Oh, ha-ha." Bombshell told Kickback.

Needler purred as he settled on Bombshell's head. Well, 'purred' in the sense that the Insecticon was making a series of happy clicks.

"And this little fella," Bombshell said as he patted Needler, "is my personal living shield. Needler's shell is made up of the strongest metals there is, so he becomes a helmet that protects my head- nggfhghj-" The happy Needler, in the meantime, had transformed himself into his helmet mode, wapping his claws and completely engulfing Bombshell's head.

Shrapnel waved to Retcon and turned to Bombshell. "You do realise, Bombshell, that you are letting little Needler rest his aft on your face, face."

Needler let out a series of happy clicks.

"Nfgfhgfh." Bombshell said.

"Why do you do it, Needler, Needler? Out of curiousity's sake, why do you do that? Why risk yourself for him, him?" Shrapnel asked.

Needler let out a series of clicks.

Bombshell folded his arms and said, "Mfgkjnghjg."

"Needler, let him talk, talk." Shrapnel said, sighing.

Needler unfurled his front claws, and Bombshell mumbled, "Needler loves everyone. He likes to hug people, and my head is comfortabljnghgfh-"

Shrapnel tilted his head to one side, gave Kickback a quizzical look, then waved at the ten or so Insecticons gathered there. "Insecticons, move out, out!"
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"Depends. I wouldn't want to be caught dead with the name 'Windbreaker'."Aimless shrugged. "Overkill is a very apt name, if you ask me."
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Blackjack shrugged and waved his hand, revealing his steel playing cards. "I'm ready, Soundwave. Let's go."

optimusskids
2011-10-05, 06:31 PM
Throne Room

Hex sashayed in

"Recieving you Misfire darling, I'm looking for Soundwave. I've got some ships looking for a home and theres only so many times I can get the service droids to polish them. "

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Gravedigger limped up and coughed

"Did someone say they wanted a slaggin field hospital . I think i saw the fraggin thing you need at th e back of the stores. Frickin thing dates from the fraggin great war so what the slag use it will be to any slagger I don't slaggin know but its a slagging start right slaggers.

Scavenger looked ready to burst.

"that sounds like a good place to start you know we could update it adapt it you know."

Cargo Bay


Retcon nodded

"they will right epic poems about what we face. UNfortunately epic poems are mostly about dead mechs. Do you know Megatron wrote a slim volume of verse early in his career."

Blackjack
2011-10-06, 07:16 AM
Throne Room

Misfire's optics widened slightly as Hex entered the Throne Room. Starscream said Hex was a 'he'... but the Starscream is kind of an idiot. Misfire then nodded. "Starscream wants you to send up all ships ready for service to the hangar."

Good. This means battle. Battle means a chance for redemption.

He scratched his head. "Soundwave is in Cargo Bay... Six? With a bunch of others. He's gathering a bunch of little guys, which is why I left my partner there. Pet. Partner. Gun. Whatever."
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Bonecrusher turned to Gravedigger and nodded. "It's a start aw'right. I'mma gonna clear th' buildings in th' way... no, wait, Scavenger has the right idea. We could change th' buildings, no, boss?"
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Cargo Bay

Bombshell said "Ngfhghf."

Shrapnel shrugged at Retcon. "Can't say I'm an avid reader, reader... but I don't fancy dying today, do you, you?"

Chip1123
2011-10-06, 01:22 PM
"Too bad the space bridge to Earth isn't open. Could just go steal some cloth." Thrust said, trying to be helpful for Starscream and his worries about robes and curtains.

Blackjack
2011-10-06, 03:27 PM
Throne Room

Misfire made a grand show of sweeping his arm. "Thrust, Ramjet, with me! For now we must go to Earth and raid all their supermarkets until we have enough purple cloth to fashion a cape for Lord Starscream's regalia!"

optimusskids
2011-10-06, 06:29 PM
Throne Room

Hex put her hands on her hips and nodded

"excellent I do love it when a well crafted piece of machinery getss to fulfil its purpose. I'll start sending them up now darling."

Warcry
2011-10-07, 06:04 AM
Throne Room

Scrapper nodded. "Good idea, Gravedigger. You and Scavenger tear it down and load it into one of our shuttles. Bonecrusher, it'll be up to you to find or clear a good spot where we can deploy it. Once our ship is down, we can start converting the nearby buildings."

He spoke with a small but definite note of satisfaction in his voice -- Scrapper loved it when a plan came together.
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Starscream glowered at Misfire. "I checked. Swindle is too expensive, and so is operating the Space Bridge. Do you truly think I'm so vain that I'd squander..." He trailed off, then shook his head. "Don't answer that."

Then he looked over at Thrust. "Quiet, you. Have some respect for your leader!"

Ramjet scoffed. "Right. Good luck wit' that."

Turning from the other jets, he nodded to Hex. "Good work. Our ground troops (OOC: er...really, really quiet ground troops :glance:) will make good use of them."

Then he sized up Stormhawk and Galestorm. He found them wanting to say the least, but grudgingly continued with his briefing.

A leader works with what he has, I suppose...

"The three of us will lead our fighter squads," he told them. "We'll approach Protihex from three directions, letting us get the drop on whatever enemy air troopers might be in the fight. Any questions?"

"Yeah, one," Stormhawk said. His nerves had seemingly disappeared and he stood up as straight as a rail. "How do you plan on leading an attack when you're dead?"

Then the seeker's arms snapped up, firing blasts from his lightning cannon at the Decepticon leader. Starscream shrieked, falling to the ground as the electricity flowed through him.

"For the Liege Maximo!"
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Cargo Bay Six, Darkmount

Kickback looked away from Bombshell in bemused disgust.

"I've read it," he told Retcon. "Not easy to find, and I can see why. They probably don't want people to know that Megatron was such a bleeding-spark in his young days. It would ruin the mystique."
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Overkill shook his head. "Not really. I rarely kill anything, let alone overkilling it. I seem to spend more time talking than anything else, Aimless, at least these days. I suppose I'll get to do some killing before long, now."
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Frenzy and enemy walked out, pushing and shoving like small children. Rumble took one last, plaintive look at his now-empty transtector, then followed.

"Yes," Soundwave said to Blackjack. "Indeed. Let's go."

He gestured with his right hand, and Buzzsaw and Ravage quickly fell into position behind him.

Blackjack
2011-10-07, 10:52 AM
Throne Room

Bonecrusher nodded. "Aye, boss man. I've jus' in mind the right set a' buildings t' tear down, yes I do. Scavvy, Grave, I'll comm you with the coordinates."

The Constructicon made his way out of the Throne Room before he could see the attack on Starscream, so efficient were the Constructicons.
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"YES!" Misfire yelled at Starscream's do you think I'm so vain question. Then, "Sorry."

Then, Starscream began briefing the Seeker troops... until one of them raised his guns at the Seeker leader. What in the world?

The other Seekers, despite their bluster... Tinker, Thunderflare, Duststorm, Galestorm, all of them, did not move.

Misfire did.

He had seen enough weapons being fired, whether they be his own or Aimless, that he knew when a weapon was being primed. He moved as soon as Stormhawk raised his weapons.

He may be one of the most worthless Decepticon soldiers, but this he can do.

Arms outstretched, he tried to tackle Stormhawk to the floor, before he could finish off Starscream. In close combat there was, as he had learnt, nothing to misfire. "Ramjet! Thrust!" Misfire yelled, hoping that the Coneheads would have the sense to cover Starscream.

In his mind Misfire wanted to say some kind of sarcastic comeback about how Starscream can't stay dead, but he was too giddy with excitement that the phrase didn't come out.
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Cargo Bay Six, Darkmount

"Show me, me." Shrapnel told Kickback, as he led the Insecticon clones towards the shuttles, bemused at the sight of Needler nestling and purr-clicking on top of Bombshell's head. "And get moving, moving!"

"Nghghfgh." Bombshell said.
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"Wasn't overkill referring to how much you speak? Misfire said that." Aimless told Overkill. "Yeah, I hope... I ain't much of a fighter, you know what I mean?"

That damned tin can Misfire may not be bright, but he kept Aimless out of trouble because he needed a gun.

Now Misfire had realised how utterly useless Aimless was...

And for once, Aimless found that he cared about something. His own survival.
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Blackjack nodded and transformed and followed after Rumble. "Miss that big body of yours, huh? I've always wondered what it would be like, to have a bigger body under my command."

Chip1123
2011-10-07, 12:57 PM
Thrust watched as Starscream was shot by Stormhawk, the shock momentarily freezing him. This can't be happening He thought to himself.

Thrust dove over to Starscream's side, trying to shield him and see what kind of damage he had taken.

Warcry
2011-10-10, 04:01 PM
Throne Room

Starscream tried to recover his feet, but then Thrust was diving at him, trying to shield him from the assassin's fire. No more of it was forthcoming, though, because Misfire's tackle knocked Stormhawk to the ground.

The seeker assassin squirmed out of the brightly coloured Decepticon's grasp, pushing himself up with one arm and trying to take aim with the other. Before he could fire, though, Ramjet delivered a vicious punch to the back of his head knocking him back down.

Managing to extricate himself from Thrust, Starscream rose to his feet. After taking a second to ensure that he hadn't taken any serious damage, he walked over to Stormhawk, jammed the muzzle of his null ray into the traitor's face and blew his head off.

"My loyal troops," he said disgustedly to the the miscellaneous seekers and Constructicons filling the room. "At least Misfire, Thrust and Ramjet are willing to protect their leader."

Ramjet shrugged. "Force of habit. Been a bodyguard for too long. For a sec, I forgot it was you they were tryin' to kill."

"Thank you so much, Ramjet," Starscream said bitterly. "That helps a lot."
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Cargo Bay Six, Darkmount

As Kickback followed Shrapnel out, he transmitted the file that the other Insecticon had asked for. Then he glanced at Bombshell and asked, "Can't you get him to sit on your shoulder or something? This is kinda creepy..."
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Overkill nodded. "Yeah, apparently. I mean, I do talk a lot, but 'Overkill'? I don't know about that. I mean, it's not like I've ever talked anyone to death, is it? Although come to think of it, that would be a good special power to have. Kind of helpful in the long run, especially for a little guy like me. I'll have to think more on that."

He continued to natter on as they walked into the hall, oblivious to Aimless's distress.
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"I don't wanna talk about it," Rumble told Blackjack defensively. The cassette didn't want to admit how much more confident the bigger body made him feel, and he certainly wasn't going to do it in front of someone who was even smaller than him.

optimusskids
2011-10-10, 05:58 PM
Gravedigger uncrossed his arms

"Come on Scavvy lets get this fraggin done."

Cargo Bay

Retcon held out an energon treat to Needler

"I think he's cute he reminds me of a retrorat I had for company in the cells. The conversations we would have, well I would have he was more of a listener than a talker although some of his squeaks were incisive."

Blackjack
2011-10-11, 09:49 AM
Throne Room, Darkmount

Misfire tried to pin Stormhawk down, and when he failed he tried to grab onto the Seeker's feet, but Ramjet and Starscream soon took care of the traitor.

Misfire blinked, as Stormhawk fell to the floor. Starscream had... praised him. It was the first time, really, he received any form of praise from a Decepticon leader. Most of the time the only praise he received were along the lines of, 'good, Misfire, you didn't hit any Decepticon' or 'good, Misfire, you distracted him long enough'.

"Y- yeah." Misfire stammered, as he regained his senses and got up from where he was at the floor.
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The Kaonite Seekers froze- then when Starscream talked to them they moved. Galestorm and Fumarole pointed their weapons at Thunderflare and the rest of his squad. Seeing their leaders move, Zephyr and Heatstroke did likewise.

"Oh, put your weapons down, idiots." Tinker sighed, shaking his head. "If they were Imperial agents too, they would've attacked Starscream by now."
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Cargo Bay Six, Darkmount

Shrapnel chuckled as he began reading Megatron's work. "I don't even want to know where you got this, this..." The Insecticons absent-mindedly plucked a piece of loose metal from the wall and stuffed it in his mouth.

"Popcorn, popcorn." He told Hardshell, who looked at him funny. "Last thing I may ever read, so why not enjoy it, it?"
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"Ngfhgh." Bombshell replied to Kickback, even as he walked through the corridor. Needler nesting on his head apparently did not impend the Insecticon's sight.

"It fits the whole craziness of the situation if you ask me, me." Shrapnel told Kickback. "Who'd ever think ol' Bombshell would ever have a pet, pet?"

Needler clicked happily as he uncurled from Bombshell's head, and nibbled at the energon treat given by Venom. "Yeah, he's cute." Bombshell told Retcon as Needler made the closest approximation of a happy purr as he snuggled on Retcon's hand. "He's completely loyal, which is more than what I can say for Shrapnel and Kickback."

"I'm hurt, hurt." Shrapnel said, mock-putting his hand on his chest.
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Aimless collapsed to the floor beside Overkill, mimicking a heart attack.

Partly to spite Overkill, partly hoping that these tin cans would think he is too weak for the mission.
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Blackjack shrugged. "I was going to say 'if you die, can I have it', but I don't fancy having my face caved in before the mission."

Chip1123
2011-10-11, 02:51 PM
Thrust was relieved when Starscream was unhurt. The other Seeker had pushed Thrust away fast enough once the traitor was dead.

"That's one way to deal with a traitor." He said aloud as Starscream took care of business. Good thing Megatron never did that to you...

Warcry
2011-10-14, 04:45 AM
Throne Room

Ramjet didn't have any of Thrust's tact. "Why didn't anyone tell Megatron that?" he asked his fellow jet with a big grin on his face. "Just curious."

"Shut up." Starscream scowled at the conehead momentarily, then turned and glowered at Galestorm and his squad. "A tad late to start feigning concern, don't you think? Sorry, not buying it."

Thunderflare looked over at Starscream, then over at Stormhawk's dead body with a look of confusion on his face. He didn't say anything, but he was clearly distraught. Bootleg went to his side and put his arm around the other jet, leading him away while telling him that it wasn't his fault.

"Now where was I? Right. Galestorm, Dust Storm and I will lead our respective squads in from different directions. Misfire, Ramjet, Thrust and I will land as soon as we're able to find Thunderwing. The rest of you jets will stay in the air to take on their fliers. Any questions? And no, that's not an invitation for another one of you to try and shoot me."

"Awww..." Ramjet said.

"Shut. Up." Starscream hissed.
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Corridors, Darkmount

"You say that like you think I did something nefarious to get it," Kickback said with a chuckle. "Nothing that exciting. Megatron gave it to me himself, in his idealistic days."

Then he looked over at Bombshell and Needler and said, "I'm not sure which one of them is the pet, to be honest..."
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Overkill looked down at Aimless. "Not funny," he told the Nebulan. "Unless you're actually dead, in which case -- snack time!"

He licked his fangs hungrily.
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Rumble smiled at Blackjack, the awkward moment now passed. "Don't worry. If I hit you it'll be more than your face gettin' dented."

Blackjack
2011-10-14, 10:21 AM
Throne Room

Misfire glanced at the Kaonite Seekers, which tried their best not to look too sheepish. The Targetmaster then looked at the grieving Thunderflare. He then looked at Stormhawk's mangled form.

Such strong bonds, these Seekers share. Even when one of them had turned traitor...

"None. None, Lord Starscream." Misfire murmured, caressing the handle of the ion blaster that he pulled out of his hip compartment...
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Corridors, Darkmount

Shrapnel shook his head. "If you knew yourself, you know everything always involves blackmailing something or someone else, else." He glanced at Bombshell and Needler, then winced. "I don't want to know, know."

"Nghfgh." Bombshell said. "Imthfnmsstfhofthmnddh"

"Right, right." Shrapnel turned to Soundwave. "Which shuttle is ours, ours?"
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"I'm up, I'M UP!" Aimless squeaked when Overkill mentioned eating him.

Damn these tin cans!
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"After we take over the Warworld, we'll see if you're right." Blackjack told Rumble, giving him a wink. "Micromasters are stronger than Cassettes, you of all people should know that."

Warcry
2011-10-16, 05:59 AM
Throne Room

Starscream gestured theatrically toward the door. "Then we'll leave immediately!" he told his troops. Move out, toward the hangar!"

Ramjet made a show of rolling his head around his neck contemptuously, then followed. Bootleg escorted Thunderflare out, and Blueshift and Duststorm followed after the latter placed a discreet call to building maintenance to ask them to send up someone with corpse-handling equipment.
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Disused Smelting Pool, Darkmount

Kickback shrugged.

"Only when I'm bored," he told Shrapnel. Then, jokingly, "Speaking of, I'm sure Soundwave would love to hear about the time his security chief abandoned his post to help a spy break into the chief administrator's office."
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Overkill gave Aimless a sad expression, then toddled forward.
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Rumble just cracked his knuckles. "Try me any time, runt. Just don't go looking for an apology when I bend your fenders with a pile driver, Jackie."
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Soundwave answered Shrapnel.

"Myself, Rumble, Frenzy, Ravage and Buzzsaw will travel in Pod #1. Shrapnel, Kickback, Bombshell, Retcon and Needler will travel in Pod #2. Blackjack will command Pod #3 with Zaptrap, Shothole and Salvo. Pod #4 will be commanded by Howlback, with Enemy, Overkill and Aimless."

He cast a contemptuous glance over at the milling pack of nine Insecticons in the corner -- three oddly-painted copies of the three main Insecticons that he'd grown familiar with.

"Pods #5 and 6 will be crewed by the Insecticon clones. No one will be in command and I don't care who goes on which ship because frankly I expect you're all going to ignore your orders and start eating the ship as soon as you're out of your pods anyway."

"Hey! I resent that!" one of the clones said.

"Your objection might hold more weight if you weren't chewing on a ceiling tile, Stormbomb," Buzzsaw pointed out.

"Yeah, but still..." Stormbomb grumbled.

"Moving on," Soundwave said dismissively. "You clones are useless and can't possibly influence the battle in any positive way. All I ask is that you don't eat any vital Warworld systems and try to distract the Imperials' security forces for a while before you die."

Blackjack
2011-10-16, 09:06 AM
Throne Room

Misfire nervously clicked in a fresh clip into his ion pulse rifle. It wasn't the first time he went into battle without Aimless... Kaon proved that. But it was the first time that he knew Aimless would be in an entirely different place altogether...

Then a cold, stern, disapproving voice spoke to him in his mind. Telling him to steel himself. To be a killer. To be a proper Decepticon. That a chance was not afforded to every other Decepticon wannabe out there.

Okay then, Spinister.

Misfire narrowed his optics, and followed Ramjet out of the Throne Room. He was not shaking. He was not trembling.
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Disused Smelting Pool, Darkmount

Shrapnel snorted and chuckled. "Ha! You do that and I'll tell him how one of his espionage agents managed to sweet-talk said security chief into abandoning his post and break into the chief administrator's office."

Once Soundwave spoke, though, Shrapnel shut up.

Good, the Insecticons are all in one pod. He waved at the lesser Insecticon clones. "Make your daddies proud, proud." Gesturing to Kickback, Retcon and Bombshell, he pointed at Pod #2. "Insecticons, let's go, go!"

Shrapnel transformed into beetle mode, shrunk down and flew into the tiny pod. Needler detached himself from Bombshell's head and scuttled inside. Since Needler did not transform into a small insect, he filled up most of the pod. He made a series of sad clicks.

"Oh, pipe down, boy. Let me take over..." Bombshell said as he transformed and shrunk himself, landing on Needler's head and launching a cerebro shell into his pet. "And I'll tell you how to do the piloting."
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Aimless grumbled under his breath as he got up and followed Overkill. Damned tin cans, these Decepticons...

"Come on, let's fly..." Aimless forced himself into the fourth pod, just barely managing to fit himself in. Oh, how he missed Misfire's comfortable cockpit right about now... "Um, I don't... know... how to pilot this thing, Overkill."
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"I'll take you on that challenge after we blow up the Warworld, Rumble." Blackjack told the Cassette, grinning, as he boarded his own shuttle. "Yo, red Insecticon Clones! Get in and we're off!"

Chip1123
2011-10-18, 01:02 PM
Thrust sighed when Starscream gave his orders. Thunderwing? So much for getting off lightly. He'd be lucky to not be scrapped, as would the others. Still, he thought, the chance of getting slagged later is better than the certainty of getting slagged now if he didn't follow orders. He followed Ramjet and Starscream, even if it wasn't the best of ideas.

Warcry
2011-10-19, 05:49 AM
Corridors

Ramjet gave Misfire a funny look. "You alright?" he asked the only non-seeker in their air group. Then he smiled. "Come on, it's not that bad! I mean, look on the bright side. You've got me'n'Thrust here to watch your back."

He gave Thrust a conspiratorial look. "We won't run out on Misfire here, will we?"
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Disused Smelting Pool, Darkmount

Kickback laughed. "Yeah, but it's my job to get into places I'm not supposed to me. They can't get mad at me for that. But it's your job to stop me, old friend."

He slapped Shrapnel on the back, then transformed into insect mode so that he'd fit inside of their pod. All around him, the various clones transformed and did the same.

"Not exactly the roomiest place in the world, is it?"
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"Oh, don't worry about that," Overkill told Aimless. "Don't worry about that at all. These things have a tapedeck!"

He and aimless both transformed into tape mode and landed in the Nebulan's lap. Howlback gave him an imperious look and said, "Insert me into the controls, fleshling," before she did the same.
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Soundwave collected his tapes inside his chest compartment, allowing his hand to rest on it in an expression of familiar contentment for a second before he transformed and landed in the first pod's control jack.

"Be ready," he transmitted to the other pods. "The Warworld is nearly here. We'll launch within two minutes."

optimusskids
2011-10-19, 06:05 AM
Disused Smelting Pool, Darkmount



Retcon transformed and rolled up into a ball.

"It is slightly on the snug side."

Blackjack
2011-10-19, 01:57 PM
Corridors, Darkmount

"Yeah, I'm allright." Misfire told Ramjet and Thrust, smiling weakly. "Just... I just never would've thought I would fly into battle without my mouthy gun. My mostly useless gun."

He turned around, looking at all the Seekers trooping around him, and mentally sighed. "It's also the first time where everybody almost looked the same. Usually it was just me, Slugslinger and Triggerhappy. Needlenose and Spinister also came along for the ride later on. Things change, huh?"

Misfire shook his head. "If I survive, I'll buy a conehead hat."
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Pod Number Two

As Retcon, Kickback and Shrapnel shrunk and entered, the Bombshell-controlled Needler, the only one among the Insecticons that had not shrunk, made a click and wrapped his claws around the control sticks and began to take off.

"We're Insecticons, Insecticons." Shrapnel told Kickback, chuckling. "Any of us are more liable to help you than to stop you, you. Though granted, if I had not helped you, we wouldn't have a ready-made little militia to fight Megatron, Megatron."

"Taking off now." Bombshell informed the other Insecticons.

Shrapnel made a buzzing sound. "You're letting your pet drive, drive?"

"I'm controlling him. I'm driving." Bombshell told Shrapnel.

"Like you drove that bloody Overcharge drone, drone?"

"Still sore about that, huh?"

"Damn right I am, am."
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Pod Number Four

Aimless nodded dumbly as he received the three cassettes.

He inserted Howlback into the control panel, idly wondering why they still used cassettes, even in Cybertron, but decided not to dwell on it.

Please please please let me get through this
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Pod Number Three

Blackjack squeezed into the third pod, as the three Insecticon clones buzzed in and perched on his shoulder, the control panel and his lap.

It was a tight fit, and Blackjack winced as the pod's hatch slammed shut on his feet.

"So... what do you guys like to do? Are you guys like Shrapnel and the others?" Blackjack asked, prodding the Shrapnel-lookalike on his feet.

"Dessert!" Zaptrap replied after a moment's silence.

"Food!" Shothole chirped.

"PUDDING!" Salvo said, and the three clones began chanting 'pudding'.

"Uh. Right." So much for Insecticon parenting, then... Blackjack shook his head. "So much for my dreams of leading the Insecticon Clone Patrol..."
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Scorponok's voice would hail them on the general Decepticon frequency. "Starscream, Soundwave, whichever of you hears this first... the Warworld is in your airspace. I do hope that thing you have on Darkmount is ready to use. Just don't shoot on us."

Indeed, if someone looked outside, like Bonecrusher, who was currently clearing out debris from the place that Gravedigger had recommended, one could see the Warworld in the sky...

Chip1123
2011-10-20, 01:03 PM
"Nah. We don't run out on people. We just follow through with retreats that others sometimes don't hear." Thrust said to Ramjet, laughing. Hearing Misfire's comment, he laughed some more. "Don't knock the conehead. It has its uses. Just ask Ramjet."

Blackjack
2011-10-21, 04:06 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

Misfire rubbed the top of his head and winced at Thrust's comment.

"I don't really fancy knocking my head onto others..."

Warcry
2011-10-21, 06:02 AM
Rooftop Hangar

Ramjet laughed when Misfire suggested becoming a conehead. "I think he's got that disease that makes Autobots paint themselves up like Optimus, 'cept for him he wants to be a seeker."

The group arrived in the hangar bay, and Starscream strode to the head of the line.

"Unless you have any last-minute questions," he told them, "then, my Decepticons, transform and take to the skies! The Constructicons and ground troops will be right behind us."

He said that last bit with a sidelong glance at Scrapper, who barely looked up from the shuttle he was inspecting long enough to give his 'leader' a nod. The new, experimental ship was simply too impressive to want to take his eyes off of.
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Pod Number Two

Kickback shook his head. "Water under the bridge," he told Shrapnel. "It's not like we haven't all taken turns messing up each other's plans over the years."
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Pod Number Four

Howlback interfaced with the pod's very limited flight controls and started a preflight checklist. Ten she asked Aimless, "Are you alright? You seem a bit...jittery."
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Pod Number One

Soundwave received Scorponok's transmission. In reply, he just said, "Don't get in our line of fire."

Then he sent a quick transmission to the launcher's controls, locking onto the Warworld as a target and starting a firing countdown.

"Decepticons, prepare yourselves. Launch in five, four, three two, one."

The pods accelerated with breakneck speed, but their inertial dampeners were so strong that it would only feel like a slight push to the passengers.

"Time to Warworld: ten seconds."

(OOC: Over to Crystal City now.)

Blackjack
2011-10-21, 07:31 AM
Rooftop Hangar

"No way, Ramjet." Misfire shook his head, rapping his fist against his chest. "This body is so much more awesome than a Seeker frame. Better looking jet mode, too." At Starscream's order, Misfire leapt into the air, transforming into his jet mode and shot into the sky. Time for redemption, then.
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Pod Number Two

"Talk talk talk." Bombshell scolded Kickback and Shrapnel. "We take off now."

Commanding Needler to perform preflight checks, Bombshell nodded with satisfaction. Upon Soundwave's orders, the Insecticon's little pod zipped into space.
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Pod Number Four

"I'm not fine." Aimless muttered. "This is a bad idea. Bad idea..."
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Pod Number Three

"Pod Three, launching." Blackjack said, and the pod likewise shot into space after the others.

Warcry
2011-10-24, 05:15 AM
Rooftop Hangar

"Right. You just keep on tellin' yourself that, Pinkie Pie." Ramjet gave Misfire a sarcastic wave, then transformed to jet mode and blasted off behind him. The squad of Darkmount seekers weren't far behind, although they were still moving tentatively due to the shock of seeing their leader gunned down in front of them.

Starscream watched his soldiers move out, allowing himself a minute to savour the fact that, finally, they truly were his. But time waited for no mech, and he knew he didn't have the luxury of enjoying his triumph for too long.

Later, he told himself. When Gigatron's head is sitting on a pike outside of Darkmount. Then I can rest on my laurels for a little while. But for now, it's onward and upward.

The Decepticon leader transformed to jet mode and blasted off, falling in behind his fliers.

Blackjack
2011-10-24, 12:48 PM
Skies

Misfire gave Ramjet a chuckle. "It's the truth, Pencil Head."

As he shot through the sky, Misfire marveled at how easy flying came to him... if only firing, targeting and shooting would've been quite the same... no matter how much he practiced to be a marksman... he never improved. Not even getting drafted in Nebulos to become part of the super gun-slinging Targetmasters could cure his lack of skill...

But that was with Aimless.

Let's see if Misfire could carve his destiny alone. Not as a Targetmaster, but just as Misfire.

Too long he had relied on Targetmaster technology. Too long he had relied on a stupid, lazy organic. He is a proud Decepticon warrior.

He will prove his worth.

Misfire's on-board cannons whined as they slid out from recessed compartments, a long-unused place since Aimless had taken their place.

Warcry
2011-10-27, 03:59 AM
Skies

Ramjet laughed. "This pointy head of mine means I never have to worry 'bout hittin' anything," he told Misfire. "How's that workin' out for ya, by the way?"

"Quit bickering," Starscream lectured them from the rear. "Onward to battle, my Decepticons!"

(OOC: Off to Protihex now for the jets!)
_____________________________________

Scrapper finished his pre-flight check on the lovely new shuttle, then climbed back out to wait for the rest of his team to arrive.

Blackjack
2011-10-28, 10:49 AM
Skies

"I'll try hitting something this time." Misfire told Ramjet. "Without a fleshbag gun, I do hope all the effort I've put in would pay off. Else I'm giving up gunning and I'll buy a reinforced conehead from e-Swindle."

Glancing at Starscream (well, as much as a jet can 'glance' without changing course, anyway) Misfire chuckled. "He's not going to lead in front of us, isn't he?"

Warcry
2011-10-29, 07:22 AM
OOC: Yes, but they're supposed to build the building in Protihex to help the war effort.

optimusskids
2011-10-29, 08:02 AM
Stores

Gravedigger pointed


"There it is fraggin prefab, I think it's all slaggin there. But you can dip me in sump oil if i'm slaggin wrong cos the slaggin slag has been cluttering up this fraggin romm for slaggin eons."

Blackjack
2011-10-30, 11:55 AM
(OOC: I'll chalk it up to Bonecrusher being a dunce then. :glance:)

Ruins of a random deserted building

"Scrapper?" Bonecrusher said, "Where you guys at? I just demolished the building thing, waiting for th' lot of y'all to arrive an' started buildin'."

Warcry
2011-10-31, 05:43 AM
Rooftop Hangar

Scrapper groaned. "We're supposed to be building the hospital in Protihex, Bonecrusher," he said patiently. "I hope you didn't just demolish something important. If anyone asks, just tell them that their new lord and master, Starscream, authorized it."

Blackjack
2011-10-31, 01:57 PM
Streets

Bonecrusher blinked.

"Uh... I knew that." He lied blatantly. "I was, uhh, practicin'. Yeh." The Constructicon transformed into bulldozer mode and rolled towards Darkmount.

Warcry
2011-11-03, 05:22 AM
Rooftop Hangar

(OOC: Mixmaster, Long Haul and Hook are all standing in the shuttle being very quiet. :glance: )

Scrapper sighed. "Just get back here," he told Bonecrusher. "Gravedigger and Scavenger should have our supplies coming up the freight elevator any second and I don't want to delay our departure any more than we absolutely have to."

optimusskids
2011-11-03, 06:48 AM
Freight Elevator

Gravedigger growled.

"watch what you're doind Scavvy you alsmost crushed my foot with that slaggin panel."

Scavenger looked embarassed.

"Sorry GD it won't happen again."

Blackjack
2011-11-03, 09:05 AM
Streets

All Decepticons could fly in robot mode.

Many of them prefer not to, of couse. Seekers have their jet modes, and most others prefer to keep their wheels on the ground. Flying isn't something that comes easily to everybody, and to Bonecrusher in particular, he didn't like flying when he didn't have to.

Now, however, was definitely a time when flying was required.

Transforming into robot mode, Bonecrusher shot into the air, flight engines aiming him towards Darkmount's Rooftop Hangar. He landed in a rather ungraceful smash on one side of the hangar, shook the impact off and ambled towards Scrapper and the Constructicon shuttle.

Warcry
2011-11-07, 01:15 AM
Rooftop Hangar

Scrapper buried his head in his hands as Bonecrusher flew in, smashing the equipment up at the side of the room.

"You're never allowed to fly again," he told the demolitions expert.

Then he heard the freight elevator rumbling up toward them, and he added, "But you're right on time, at least."

Blackjack
2011-11-07, 09:10 AM
Rooftop Hangar

"Boo." Bonecrusher told Scrapper. "I didn't break anything-" he took a step, and something snapped audibly under his feet "-important. Yeh."

Warcry
2011-11-08, 07:14 AM
Rooftop Hangar

"Just get on the shuttle before you hurt yourself," Scrapper told Bonecrusher. "And send Long Haul out here. He'll need to help Gravedigger and Scavenger load the equipment they've retrieved."

Blackjack
2011-11-08, 09:45 AM
Rooftop Hangar

Bonecrusher nodded at Scrapper as he entered the ship, slapping Long Haul on the shoulder. "Yo, Long Haul! Boss wants you out to lug in some stuff."

Long Haul's red optics flashed angrily. Ignoring Mixmaster and Hook, the Constructicon transport growled and muttered under his breath as he stalked out of the shuttle. "Move this, move that..." Long Haul grumbled as he walked up beside Scrapper. "When the frag do I get to actually construct something?"

(OOC: I'm NPC-ing Long Haul, Mixmaster and Hook unless any of you wants them, in which case feel free. :))

optimusskids
2011-11-08, 01:02 PM
Rooftop Hangar

Gravedigger swore


"Don't frop the Slaggin ' thing again or it'll get stuck in the slaggin door."

Blackjack
2011-11-08, 01:24 PM
Rooftop Hangar

"Oh, shaddap, you." Long Haul told Gravedigger. "Bad enough that all of y'all get to build stuff and repair others while I carry things around, I don't need y'all to tell me how to do my job, you know, the job I've been stuck with for four million years!"

Bonecrusher yelled from inside the shuttle, "Y'know, Scraps, y'might wan'na let Long Haul build a small little building for himself. Just to shut him up."

Mixmaster let out a wild laugh from inside the shuttle, slapping an irate Hook on the shoulder. Hook, for his part, muttered something under his breath about madness and the lack of discipline, and busied himself with a report of Devastator's systems.

"Yeah, and my team, my very own gestalt team that shares my mind and stuff, you'd expect them to understand, but noooo...." Long Haul continued to rant as he moved the equipment that Gravedigger and Scavenger had brought up to them.

Hook, Mixmaster and Bonecrusher ignored Long Haul, they were used to their Constructicon brother's complainings by that point.

Plus, let Long Haul build anything supervised (contrary to Long Haul's complains, it had been done before) and it'll probably have some weak spot or defect.

optimusskids
2011-11-08, 01:55 PM
Rooftop Hangar

Gravedigger launched a stream of invective at Long Haul

"Shaddap yaself you fraggin slagger, hello mould brother here. So I get to do exactly the same fraggin kind of things as you do you fragger. But do I get invited to join your lardy dah gestalt team you can bet your aft that I didn't you slagger. Look after the Fraggin' stores Gravedigger. While you get to travel and explore the slaggin universe and fight slaggin autobots for fun. I get to count slaggin spares and try to balance the slaggin bbooks."

Blackjack
2011-11-08, 02:05 PM
Rooftop Hangar

"See? You're of the same build as I am but y'get to do other things other than haul stuff like this around. Y'get to do inventories and balance materials and interesting stuff like that. Me? All I get all day long is abuse and 'Long Haul, move this pile of dirt here, Long Haul, move these bricks there'..." Long Haul sighed as he placed another stack of equipment into the shuttle, moving very efficiently and expertly despite his ramblings.

Mixmaster elbowed Hook again (who was still ignoring the chemist). "Hey, Doctor Crank, do you think it's connected to their- hee hee- body frames, all that complaining? Do you think it's a body frame endemic disease? Hee hee hee."

"Good one, Mix ol' boy!" Bonecrusher guffawed at Mixmaster's joke, high-fiving the chemist, while Hook rolled his red optics in irritation.

Mixmaster poked his head out of the shuttle door and gestured at Scavenger. "C'mon, Scrounge! Let Long Haul do his stuff. Don't just stand there, we don't have all day. Hee hee hee ho!"

-Such immaturity. If they were not gestalt-mates with me, I would have left this team a long time ago...- Hook thought, although he knew it wasn't really an option. For lack of a Cybertronian term, Hook knew that a gestalt team was a family. Once combined with the others, Hook carried a little bit of the others in him. And while he loathed to imagine that a little bit of his ordered mind was now contaminated with Mixmaster or Bonecrusher or Long Haul or Scavenger, Hook knew it couldn't be helped... and dysfunctional as the Constructicons may be, they were his team.

"You think being part of a gestalt team is all fun? I form the crotch for Primus' sake, and after watching wrestling films on Earth that's where the Autobots like to attack. And you'd think the others would be sympathetic after, you know, sharing me mind and all, but noooo...." Long Haul continued to ramble.

optimusskids
2011-11-08, 05:22 PM
Rooftop Hangar

Gravedigger transformed , loaded himself up and trundled after Long Haul

"Crotch ! You were lucky to be a Crotch !! They could get by without a limb or two but you and Hook essential pieces of the slagger. There were days
when I dreamed of being able to stand up as part of a huge terrifying gestalt.
The days when the Slaggin' Quintessons were here that I dreamed of being able to move piles of dirt around. Living on the move with only what I could carry. Recharging in holes in the ground draped with Tarpaulins. As for be a Gestalt you're the key piece. Having to work with Autobots and not even proper Autobots like Repugnus but liberal Autobots, ex aristocrats and artists... not even practical Artists like Scrapper but..."

Gravedigger lowered his voice

"...ex- Poets....

~*~

Scavenger eagerly bounded over with a pile of materials to the shuttle.

Blackjack
2011-11-09, 02:43 PM
Rooftop Hangar

"No we couldn't, the gestalt mind would be fractured if a limb goes off missing. Devastator would grind into a halt and force a separation thing. In theory. Although I suppose if you shot Bonecrusher in the head, Devastator's mind won't be affected much."

"EY!"

"You know, we shoul'a been able to modify you so you could substitute in for me. 'Course, again the Devastator mind would prove problems because with a different set of minds it wouldn't be the same Devastator and all..."

"It's a vexing conundrum, though." Hook spoke up, not looking up from his readings. "We will have to look into it once this little fiasco is done and over with."

Long Haul chuckled. "Yeh, I hear you Grave. Damned Autobots, bloody weaklings who think they can fight. You know their builders? Grapple and Hoist? Bloody wusses, both of them. All teary-eyed and so easy for us to fool. Ex-poets? Ha! Their poets can't even shoot straight, while our poets are guys like, oh, Slog and Buzzsaw, and they beat up anyone who dare say their poetry is rubbish."

"Buzzsaw did a number on you, didn't he." Bonecrusher said. "What did you call his artwork- 'bird-brained abstract art'? You're lucky he didn't kill you. Mix, Scav, you guys remember that?"

Mixmaster howled with laughter. "I remember remember remember! Buzzsaw carved in some very, very rude words onto Long Haul's face and chest! And, and, Hook and Scrapper refused to repair you because they couldn't stop laughing! Ah ha ha ha!"

Hook rolled his optics. "I wasn't unable to stop laughing, you twit. I felt it was appropriate punishment for Long Haul if he should keep acting like an idiot in front of others."

"I hate all of you." Long Haul growled.

Warcry
2011-11-10, 06:47 AM
Rooftop Hangar

Scrapper slammed a hand against the side of the shuttle and barked, "Enough! In case you hadn't noticed, there's a war going on! We have our orders, and every second you buffoons waste gabbing is another Decepticon spark that's been extinguished. Now--"

Before he could finish, the hangar doors yawned open to admit Hightower and Heavy Load.

"Wait for us!" Hightower demanded.

"Right," Heavy Load said gruffly. "We're Constructicons too!"

"See what I'm saying?" Scrapper addressed the rest of his team. "If you hadn't wasted time, we'd be gone and we wouldn't have to put up with those two! Now, how long until we can take off?"

Blackjack
2011-11-10, 09:19 AM
Rooftop Hangar

Hook stifled a groan as those boorish idiots Hightower and Heavy Load scrambled into the shuttle. Long Haul was less subtle, though, groaning openly.

Mixmaster lunged at the controls, but Bonecrusher was fast enough to hold the mad chemist back. Bad enough that they had to let Mixmaster blow things up every now and then, Bonecrusher was not about to let Mixmaster kill them by piloting the shuttle.

Hook shook his head, and strode over to the pilot's seat. He might not be an expert, but he knew how to pilot a ship well enough. "All ready, Scrapper." Hook called out, making himself comfortable in the seat. "Get in, and we'll be off to Protihex."

optimusskids
2011-11-10, 10:18 AM
Rooftop Hangar

Gravedigger transformed muttering under his breath.

"some mechs can work and talk at the same time."

He then glared a tthe new arrivals.

He turned to Long Haul

"on second thoughts fraggin mould brothers should stick together right?"

Blackjack
2011-11-10, 01:03 PM
Rooftop Hangar

"Aye, true." Long Haul told Gravedigger, bolting down the equipment in the storage compartment. Keeping his voice low so Gravedigger would be the only one to hear it, Long Haul said, "Truth be told, brother, you're, eh, you're one of us. You're a Constructicon. Not like those two knockoffs."

"Be thankful Dirt Boss ain't around, boyos." Bonecrusher said, giving Hightower and Heavy Load a friendly wave. "That guy is a total pain in the ass. Thinks he's the boss over all'a us."

optimusskids
2011-11-10, 01:36 PM
Rooftop Hangar


"too slaggin right."

Gravedigger glanced around.

"let's cover each others backs in this fraggin fracas right? Look after each other."

~*~

Overload hurried into the hangar

"and me, sorry I'm late, these old bones can't move as fast as they used to."

Blackjack
2011-11-10, 02:56 PM
Rooftop Hangar

Long Haul nodded at Gravedigger. "Yeh. We got your back." Long Haul gave Bonecrusher, Scavenger and Mixmaster a glare. "Don't we?"

Bonecrusher shrugged, Mixmaster cackled... which Long Haul took to be affirmative.

Mixmaster noticed Overload, and laughed some more. "HA! All these other Constructicons are seeping out of the woodwork. All we need are Dirt Boss, that pogo stick guy, the massive wheel guy, our tiny namesakes and that dunce Steamhammer, and we can make our own faction. Ha ha ha ha ha!"

optimusskids
2011-11-11, 01:20 AM
Rooftop Hangar


Overload puffed aboard

"Cheeky, I'll have you know I was a Constructicon before they invented them. Back then I was a Sapper, 3rd Polyhex Engineers as was. The idea of a Constructicon is a realtively modern one."

Blackjack
2011-11-11, 02:16 PM
Rooftop Hangar

Mixmaster cackled at Overload's answer. "Don't care, gramps. We're Constructicons now. Aha. Ahahahahaha!"

Hook shook his head at Mixmaster. The surgeon was really on his wits ends. Drivel like this, Hook was relatively sure, was what caused them to be killed in the first place. "Scrapper, are we ready for take off?"

optimusskids
2011-11-11, 03:16 PM
Rooftop Hangar


Overload stepped aboard and straightened the years apparently dropping off as he returned to his natural environment and years of NCO training reasserted themselves.


"Back in the day soldier we had discipline. Now like the officer said sparks are relying us Con's are dying every cycle we waste. Now I suggest somemech forwards the officer the shuttles invoice to make sure we've got everything then one last weapons check a swig of energon all round."

He turned to Longhaul and Gravedigger

"Take it from an old transport logistics is the lynchpin without us getting the right stuff in the right quantities to the right place nothing else would get done round here."

He snapped to attention and saluted Scrapper.

"Regimental Quartermaster Sergeant Overload reporting for duty a pleasure to be back Sah."

Warcry
2011-11-13, 05:42 AM
Rooftop Hangar

Scrapper gaveOverload a confused look, then shrugged and said, "Good to have you, whoever you are. Go to the cockpit and keep an eye on the engine readouts." Looking over his shoulder at the other Constructicons, he said, "We're leaving before anyone else shows up."

He practically punched the ramp-seal button, making sure that no more unwanted visitors show up.

"Hook, get us the hell out of here. Heavy Load, handle the guns. If Dirt Boss or Payload show up, feel free to get in some target practice."

"With pleasure, boss!" Heavy Load gave him an enthusiastic salute, then walked off.

Scrapper settled into his head, sighing. "At least Buckethead won't be showing up..." he muttered to himself.

optimusskids
2011-11-13, 10:01 AM
Rooftop Hangar

Overload saluted again.

"Consider it done sah."

He turned on his heel and limped towards the cockpit.

Blackjack
2011-11-14, 11:59 AM
Constructicon Shuttle

"Yeah, we've been doing this for four million years, of course we know what we're doin', old-timer." Long Haul told Overload, elbowing Gravedigger knowingly.

Mixmaster's only response to Overload, was, as always, a howling cackle. Bonecrusher slapped Mixmaster over the head to shut the chemist up.

"Buckethead, he's the teensy weensy Micromaster, isn't he, boss? I think I r'member 'im." Bonecrusher asked Scrapper. "He's th'- AAAAA!"

Bonecrusher very nearly crushed the tiny green payloader that toddled out from under his feet and transformed. "Hi, daddy." Buckethead said, deadpan. "Nice to feel wanted.

"Oh, I r'member y' allright." Bonecrusher growled as Buckethead waved at Scrapper. "Y're th' little pipsqueak Scrapper. Ain't no place for kids, this."

"I'm as good as any of you lunkheads!" Buckethead began, but yelped as Bonecrusher lifted him up with two fingers pinched on the payloader, and then flicked the little Micromaster off towards the back of the shuttle, where Long Haul caught Buckethead with one hand, and tossed the Micromaster towards the equipment pile.

Mixmaster let out another peal of laughter at this sight.

"Affirmative. Scrapper." Hook said disdainfully, through gritted teeth. Sometimes, being a Constructicon was harder than it is supposed to be. He had grown accustomed to ignoring Long Haul's complaints, that confounded laugh of Mixmaster's and Bonecrusher's rowdy jokes. Gravedigger was... he was okay, and Hightower did help to bring them back to life, sort of. But the rest of the motley neo-Constructicons, Hook looked down with disdain. Muttering something along the lines of being a surgeon and not a pilot, Hook brought the shuttle into the air and shot away towards Protihex.

optimusskids
2011-11-14, 12:38 PM
Constructicon Shuttle


There was a snort from a pile of supplies that had already been on the shuttle when they had entered.

"Who disturb Payloads rest, me trying to find quiet place to recharge."

Blackjack
2011-11-14, 12:43 PM
Constructicon Shuttle

"YAAA!" Long Haul yelped as Payload popped out. "The heck are you doing there?"

Buckethead yelped helplessly as he tumbled off Payload's head and down onto the ground with a thud. "Why do you guys like to pick on the small guyssssAAAAAAAA-" Buckethead's words went unfinished as Long Haul punted him away and he skittered across the floor and landed next to Scrapper's feet. "Daddy they're bullyin' me."

optimusskids
2011-11-14, 01:52 PM
Constructicon Shuttle


Sledge (the powercore combiner one) shrugged.

"I do not he must have sneaked in to find somewhere quiet to do ze recharging."

Sledge held a box very carefully so as not to snag it on his chest mounted sawblade.

Blackjack
2011-11-14, 02:32 PM
Constructicon Shuttle

When Sledge, Payload and Buckethead did make themselves known, Hook did let out a long groan.

Why do all these idiots crawl out of the woodwork?

Hook shook his head, and placed the shuttle on autopilot for the time being. Once they enter the battle zone, he will take over manually, but for now, he let himself drift in contemplation of the upcoming battle.

Battle. Despite being medics and construction workers, the fact that they were Decepticons meant that the Constructicons would undoubtedly find themselves in some sort of battle before the day ended. The cons of being a war-like race. Not that Bonecrusher and Long Haul made avoiding battles any easier, mind.

Oh, Hook did not hate battles per se. He liked shooting down the enemy, he knew his duty as a Decepticon and things like that. But he was a surgeon, a builder... and while he enjoyed inflicting pain, destruction was never his forte at all.

Which was why the Constructicons had duties allotted to each other. While all of them excelled in constructions (despite the fact that Long Haul never got to do anything, despite the fact that Mixmaster is a complete lunatic, Bonecrusher is a moron and Scavenger is a wide-eyed approval-seeking puppy) they were the best in their respective areas of expertise. The six of them. Hook is the surgeon, Scrapper is the architect, Scavenger is the one who finds materials, Bonecrusher is responsible for demolitions, Long Haul is the most efficient transporter in Cybertron and Mixmaster is the chemist.

All six of them were the best at what they did.

Construction.

They were the Constructicons. Love it or hate it, Hook had grown... fond of his 'brothers'.

But...

Devastator...

Hook remembered the first time he combined with the other five to form Devastator. In theory, combination should have increased their brainpower as well as their power. Creating a gestalt mind that was the sum of all six of their respective intelligences, a fluid mixture of all their thoughts and ideas, a faultless Senate of sorts.

And while combining into Devastator did allow them to have a peek into the other Constructicons, allowed them to feel what the others felt, the end result was not what they had expected.

Devastator was feral. A force of rage and anger, and their gestalt mind's most coherent thought amounted to 'Devastator SMASH'.

Hook personally dreaded combining back into Devastator... all that rage, all that uncontrollable rage... even now, so many years after the fact, Devastator was still something that no Constructicon was able to put on a leash at all...
________________________________

Mixmaster was howling with laughter. Long Haul was lobbing insults at the neo-Constructicons. Hook was doing his 'OMG why am I surrounded with idiots' moment. Scrapper was trying to take charge. Scavenger looking all excited.

Bonecrusher shook his head, chuckling. This was how the Constructicons always were.

Contrary to popular belief, Bonecrusher was not stupid. Just because he acted like a thug, and loved demolitions, many others brand Bonecrusher as 'stupid thug'. Like Rumble, or Skywarp, or Ramjet. No, far from it. He was a Constructicon, and while he was not as smart as Scrapper or Hook or crazy old Mixmaster, Bonecrusher understood more than he let on.

He understood engineering, he understood repairs, he understood construction...

And he understood that this battle might be the one that not all of them might walk out from. Bonecrusher placed a hand on his chest, and chuckled. His... Spark. Sparks. Something that Bonecrusher steered away from, because of all the mystic juju surrounding it. A piece of Primus' life force? Their soul that arrived from the Well of All Sparks?

True, the Spark powers a Transformer, separates them from the inanimate machines, but Bonecrusher, being a being of science, did not put much stock in all these mystical stuff. It was positrons and electrons, something akin to a central power source. Vital when destroyed. Their lifeline. Simple as that.

Yet... he couldn't deny that when Glit and Hightower and Tinker brought him back, he felt as if he was taken from... somewhere else. From where they went after they died.

And, Bonecrusher silently made a promise to himself, he'll be damned if he let any of the Constructicons die again in the battle. He will not let them die.

Warcry
2011-11-17, 04:03 AM
Rooftop Hangar

Heavy Load, his mental capacities seriously diminished by all the chemical fumes his brain module had been exposed to over the years, followed Scrapper's joking order to the letter. He spun around and fired his wrist blasters at Payload. His cement-mixer drum snapped open as well, revealing his missile launcher.

Scrapper groaned. "I was being facetious, you moron!" Then he looked down at Buckethead and growled, "Piss off, you moron. And don't call me 'daddy' again or when I tell Heavy Load to shoot you it won't be a joke. He's already killed one idiot with your name, I'm sure a second won't bother him much."

Meanwhile, Drill Bit disconnected from Heavy Load and put some distance between himself and his partner. "Don't feel bad," he told Buckethead. "Damn Bulks never did appreciate us. As soon as this Imperial crap is over I'm moving to Micro."

optimusskids
2011-11-17, 07:11 AM
Rooftop Hangar

Payload drew himself to his feet and stomped forward.

"Who dare attack Payload."

He clenched his fists and moved forward menancingly.

Blackjack
2011-11-17, 07:38 AM
Constructicon Shuttle

"Five cubes on the dump truck." Long Haul leaned towards Mixmaster, his normally grouchy optics brightening up with the possibility of a fight.

"Hee hee hee! You're on!" Mixmaster chuckled, clapping his hands together. "Go cement truck guy go!"

Bonecrusher considered walking forwards and doing the wrestling referee routine, but he caught the murderous glare in Scrapper's optics and instead settled himself in his seat to watch.
_______________________________

Buckethead murmured under his breath as he picked himself up and strode away from Scrapper without a word, walking towards Drill Bit.

"Yeah. Stupid bulks. Just because we're not the Constructor Squad, they lump us all into 'Constructicon wannabes'. Bah!" Buckethead snorted. "I'm coming with you, Drill Bit. We've got nothing here anyway."
_______________________________

Hook pinched the bridge of his nose as he took over the flight controls and steered them towards Protihex. "Why, why why why do you idiots come along..."

optimusskids
2011-11-17, 07:58 AM
Constructicon Shuttle

Throttler hopped down.

"whats up guys?"

Blackjack
2011-11-17, 03:33 PM
Constucticon Shuttle

"These stupid bulks are up, that's what." Buckethead told Throttler. "Your partner any better than these Constructicon idols of ours?"

While Long Haul and Mixmaster are too absorbed with Heavy Load and Payload, Bonecrusher noticed the little dissent group. Bonecrusher's feet slammed down behind Buckethead, causing the Micromaster to let out a little squeak. "Y'know, I ain't deaf. If y'keep bitchin' 'bout how bad th' Constructicons are, Imma gonna toss y' out of this 'ere Constructicon shuttle. Capish?"

Buckethead snorted and pouted.

optimusskids
2011-11-19, 07:34 AM
Constructicon Shuttle

Throttler shrugged.

"Whatcha think he's got me transforming into a fraggin drill bit for slags sake. Plus this schmuck"

He pointed at Drill Bit

"...got my fraggin name. If I'm gonna transform into a drill I could do with a better name than Throttler. "

Throttler looked up innocently at Bonecrusher.

"So Heavy Load and Sledge here are Constructicons?"

Blackjack
2011-11-19, 12:25 PM
Constructicon Shuttle

Bonecrusher growled a little. "Oh, no, squirt. Bitch all y'want about th' Mixmaster knockoff and th' guy who stole one a' th' Constructor Squad's name, but I hear one more word o' complaint against th' Constructicons, Imma gonna stuff you midgets into Mixmaster's drum."

Bonecrusher jerked a finger at Buckethead. "Tha' goes fer you, mini-Scrapper."

Warcry
2011-11-22, 07:12 AM
Rooftop Hangar

Heavy Load shrugged, not apologetic at all.

"Oops," he said to Payload in a patently false tone of voice.
_____________________________________

"I hear ya," Drill Bit told Buckethead. "I hear ya."

He gave Throttler a grin. "Yeah, what's up with that? I mean, I turn into a cutting laser. I don't even have bits! Where do they come up with this stuff?"
_____________________________________

Scrapper headed into the cockpit, joining Hook and securely locking the door behind him.

"Please tell me we'll be there soon."

Blackjack
2011-11-22, 07:35 AM
Rooftop Hangar

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Long Haul and Mixmaster chanted, and Bonecrusher, deciding that, what the hell, Scrapper's left, joined in the chant. "Fight! Fight! Fight!"
_____________________________________

"Stupid bulks." Buckethead muttered under his breath as Bonecrusher moved away. "I dunno, I think they pull our names out of a hat filled with predetermined names. I mean, 'Buckethead'? I don't even have a helmet, or anything resembling a bucket on my head!"
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Hook let a dry, emotionless chuckle when Scrapper entered the cockpit.

"We have departed Polyhex's airspace." Hook told Scrapper. "Yes, we shall be arriving there soon. Have you finally gotten fed up of these... these... neo-Constructicons? Truly, I find the rabble on the rear of the shuttle an insult to the Constructicon name."

(OOC: Let's go to Protihex!)

optimusskids
2011-11-22, 07:36 AM
Shuttle


Payload growled.

he stomped forward.


"me think you laugh at Payload."

~*~

Scavenger peered into the cockpit.

"anything I can do to help."

Warcry
2011-12-06, 07:25 AM
Prison Tower, Darkmount

Wingthing hopped from one side of the cell that he'd called home for the last year to the other, scowling at the two Decepticons who'd come to bother him.

"Don't you two have anything better to do?"

Darkwing shrugged. "Not really. Starscream left us in charge, but, well...there's no one left to be in charge of, unless you count Metrodrones and Reflectorbots."

"Just our luck," Dreadwind added morosely. "We finally get promoted just in time to see everyone we know fly off to their deaths and leave us behind."

"At least you're on the right side of the bars," Wingthing told them.

"For all the good it does us," Dreadwind grumbled. "All alone with nothing to do but harass criminals. And we didn't even piss off Soundwave to wind up here."

Darkwing nodded. "Yeah! And another th..." He trailed off. "You hear that?"

"No! I didn...yeah, actually," Dreadwind agreed. "A storm?"

"Not likely," Darkwing told us. "With our luck, a ship probably crashed into the smelting pools." He looked out the room's visitor window, then stepped back with a shocked look on his face. "Or...not."

"What are you on about, idiot?" Wingthing hopped up onto one of the perches he'd crafted and hauled himself up toward his own window. "What could be..."

Then he saw it.

A beam of light, easily a mile wide, was slicing it's way across the city. It left nothing in it's wake but smoke and steam, not just melting metal but turning it into a thick vapour that condensed into small, grey drops and rained back toward the ground. And it was heading toward Darkmount with stunning speed.

"Oh."

"I knew it," Dreadwind said, almost happily. "We're doomed."

Wingthing tried to open his mouth and shout something abusive back at the Powermaster...but before he could the beam sliced neatly through Darkmount itself. The fortress and all the Decepticons in it simply ceased to exist.

(OOC: Thread closed on account of Polyhex no longer existing. I hope your characters didn't leave any valuables behind. :D )