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Warcry
2011-02-04, 07:14 AM
In the aftermath of the Decepticon Civil War, Gigatron and his followers have set up shop in the former Crystal City. Turning his attention to the larger picture, Gigatron had devised numerous countermeasures, including rebuilding Trypticon, against the Imperials instead of engaging in hostilities against Megtron's brood.

Seeing himself as the sole hope against the Imperial threat, Gigatron's forces managed to strike a deal with Astrotrain from Megatron's forces, as well as a group of Autobot ambassadors led by the rogue Springer. In the meantime Cyclonus led an expedition to Stanix to recover the Decepticon Matrix from Galvatron's corpse.

Gigatron's fears came to fruition when the Imperials did arrive on Stanix and stole the Matrix from Cyclonus' hands. The Imperials then went on to invade Protihex. Gigatron dispatches Spinister, Sixshot and many of his best warriors to Protihex, while he and Cyclonus try to figure out a way to combat the Matrix-powered Thunderwing. Scorponok and Sandstorm, meanwhile, recruit the mysterious scientist Stratus (in reality Straxus in disguise) to create a clone army to combat that of the Imperials.

Warcry
2011-03-08, 04:58 AM
Hangar Bay, Fearless

"No," Spinister told Submarauder, ignoring Sixshot's braggadocio. "We don't have the forces to stand against them. But we're going anyway."

He returned Ruckus's salute as the smaller Decepticon joined them. As much as he loathed to admit it, he had a soft spot for the Triggercon and he was glad to see he was back on his feet. "Good to see you," he said.

Taking the piece of armour that Submarauder offered, he examined it for a second before narrowing his optics and saying, "I recognize this insignia. Thunderwing used it on his house guards back when he was just another petty Decepticon warlord. If the Imperials you killed were wearing it, then it's a good bet that he's here with them."

He handed the armour back to the Pretender, then took in all the Decepticons he'd gathered. He started to speak, then stopped short when Needlenose rushed into the room.

"I didn't summon you," he told the other Targetmaster.

"I'm here anyway," Needlenose replied. "You gonna turn me away?"

Spinister's faceplate worked for a few seconds, but no sound came out.

"If you're tryin' to ask me just what happened to the little coward you used to work with, Spinny, the answer is that you happened. You showed me how to be a proper Decepticon, and letting your friends walk into certain death alone ain't a part of that." Needlenose crossed his arms, virtually daring Spinister to disagree.

"Fine," was all that the Air Commander said, although truth be told he found Needlenose's sentiments very touching. "But you need to understand something," he said. "All of you. We're walking into unknown territory, facing an enemy with unknown motives and an unknown number of troops. The one thing we can count on, absolutely the only thing, is each other. Decepticon or Nebulan, Targetmaster or Triggercon or Pretender, arrogant Sixchanger," he glanced at Sixshot, "uninvited guest," he said in Needlenose's direction before turning to Repugnus, "or mouthy Autobot spy, we're all on the same side right now. If you want to come out of this alive, trust your teammates and watch their backs."

"Gee boss," Needlenose said, "you sure talk pretty these days. Maybe I'm not the only one who's changed?"

"Shut up and get on the shuttle," Spinister said impatiently. "All of you!"

optimusskids
2011-03-08, 07:36 AM
Science Lab , Fearless

Stratus rubbed his hands together.

"He looked over at Cyclonus draped in wires with access panels open

"Now we shall begin."

Hangar Bay Fearless

An access door slid open

Weirdwolf loped in followed by Pounce


"I help thought we might be."

Pounce grinned showing teeth .

"What he said , so are slightly deranged headmasters and their oh so suave and charming but completely ruthless clone friends included in that number."

Blackjack
2011-03-08, 08:23 AM
Hangar Bay, Fearless

"You are in no position to order me around." Sixshot snapped at Crankcase, but pulled his cannon out of the Monsterbot's mouth anyway, causing the Autobot to gag and choke a little.

"My dentist'll be making a fortune out of this...." Repugnus muttered as he got up to his feet. His optics began to glow as he tried to glare at Sixshot, but Sixshot's attention was elsewhere.

"THUNDERWING?" Sixshot all but roared when Spinister mentioned that name. "Oh, I knew I should've killed him in Metrotitan's brig when I had the chance! Now it's payback time. No Matrix to protect him now, no mind control powers to corrupt me and get me killed... it's just going to be death for him. And I intend to deliver the killing blow."

Without a word, Sixshot ignored Spinister's 'arrogant sixchanger' remark, and strode into the shuttle.
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-Autobot spy? That's right. I'm an Autobot...- Repugnus thought. He gave Spinister a wicked grin as he shut off his strobe beams, before turning to Crankcase. "Let's dismember Imperials, shall we?"
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Science Laboratories, Fearless

"Yes, we shall. Hurry up and do it, eh?" Scorponok growled at Stratus.

Warcry
2011-03-10, 11:17 PM
Hangar Bay, Fearless

"By all means," Spinister told Weirdwolf and Pounce. "I have a feeling that we'll need anyone and everyone we can find by the time this is over."

Once the entire team was aboard, Spinister sat in the small captain's chair in the transport's small bridge and said, "Sixshot, take the helm and get us in the air. Ruckus, Submarauder and Hyperdrive, man the gun emplacements and shoot at anything wearing green. Weirdwolf, watch the sensors for anything that looks like an Imperial encampment. The rest of you, get ready for deployment. We're going to war."
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Science Lab, Fearless

Cyclonus tried to pretend that he wasn't nervous as Stratus got to work.

"Do it," he said firmly.

optimusskids
2011-03-10, 11:41 PM
Science Lab Fearless

Stratus pulled down an unecessarily large knife switch painted in black and yellow hazard stripes. It was a tradition or an old charter or something.

The lights flickered

"Thus it starts."

Blackjack
2011-03-11, 08:31 AM
Hangar Bay, Fearless

"Finally." Sixshot growled at Spinister's orders, stalking towards the pilot's seat and settling into it. "All aboard. Liftoff in T minus six nano-kliks, with or without you."
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Hyperdrive waltzed over to one of the Ion Displacers near the hangar bay. He could've settled into one of the remote-controlled gunnery pods that he could man safely from the bridge, but instead he chose something that he had to be physically present.

Much more fun, that way.
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"And what does the ugly Autobot spy do, Air Boss?" Repugnus asked Spinister as he padded in.

Subs
2011-03-14, 11:37 AM
Hangarbay, Fearless

Submarauder remained quiet as he walked on to the transport and moved to a gunnery position. Some of the other Decepticons were talking bravado and were trying to get themselves pumped but there was still a almost tangible sense of fear and apprehension amoungst the troops that Submarauder both felt and shared.

The Pretender Took the gun position in the ship's nose. He charged up the power cells for the twin proton cannons and readied the targeting systems.

Warcry
2011-03-14, 10:53 PM
Hangar Bay, Fearless

"The Autobot spy," Spinister said dryly, "is expected to do what everyone else on the ship is going to do: fight for the future of Cybertron. If we fail your people will suffer just as much as mine, Repugnus."

As he talked, the Targetmaster watched Submarauder, Hyperdrive and the rest of his troops prepare for battle with a satisfied expression on his face.

They're ready, he told himself. And so am I.
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Science Lab, Fearless

Cyclonus watched Stratus get to work, wondering just where he got the funny-looking knife from.

I knew I should have searched his belongings personally...

optimusskids
2011-03-15, 01:34 AM
Science Lab Fearless

Stratus watched as robotic arms began to move in a frenzy of action and presses began to stamp out parts.

"I have programmed in the simplified versions do you desire troops with just a vehicle mode also it will free up capacity and give us more in a shorter time."

Blackjack
2011-03-16, 09:34 AM
Shuttle

"I don't have 'my people'. The Autobots abandoned me, the Decepticons hate me. Repugnus is out only for himself." Repugnus said, surprised at how easily and how truthful those words were.

Still, what kind of people strap their own kind with a Scraplet bomb? And not warning him prior to imprisonment?

"But yes, I'll fight. Imps are as good as dead, Spinister."
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Science Laboratories, Fearless

"About time." Scorponok told Stratus. "Because I think, from the chatter over the commlink channels, the Imperials have attacked Protihex." that last bit is for Cyclonus' benefit as well.

optimusskids
2011-03-17, 11:55 PM
Science Laboratories , Fearless

Stratus continued to manipulate controls.

"my army will soon defeat them."

Blackjack
2011-03-22, 05:52 AM
Science Laboratories, Fearless

"Your army? Hardly." Scorponok growled at Stratus. "Gigatron's army. The Decepticon army."

Warcry
2011-03-26, 05:31 AM
(OOC: I could have sworn I posted this two or three days ago...not sure what happened.)

Hangar Bay, Fearless

"Whatever you say," Spinister told Repugnus indifferently. "Fight the Imperials and that's enough for me. I don't care about your motives."

Turning toward the helm, he said, "Take us up, Sixshot."
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Science Lab, Fearless

Cyclonus heard what Scorponok said, but the the bulk of his attention was on Stratus's machinations.

(OOC: opskids, how should he be reacting to all of this? I got the impression he was going to suffer unspeakable agonies as his spark was rent asunder, or something...)

optimusskids
2011-03-26, 06:26 AM
(ooc yes its as if little slices of his sould wer ebeing chopped away.)


Stratus chuckled

"yes indeed Gigatrons army."

Blackjack
2011-03-27, 03:09 AM
Shuttle

"Affirmative." Sixshot told Spinister as the shuttle's engine hummed into life and the shuttle shot away from the Fearless and towards Protihex.

Repugnus made a razzing noise, but otherwise did not reply to Spinister's remarks.

Warcry
2011-03-31, 11:09 PM
Hangar Bay, Fearless

Spinister watched the spires of Crystal City disappear before his eyes, happy to ignore Repugnus in kind if the Monsterbot wasn't going to be a bother.

"All hands," he said firmly, "prepare for battle."

(OOC: Off to Protihex!)
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Science Lab, Fearless

Cyclonus let out a low moan, then started to spasm on the operating table.

Blackjack
2011-04-01, 12:02 PM
Science Labs, Fearless

"Cyclonus!" Scorponok growled as the Unicron-spawned Decepticon begin to spasm. Turning to Straxus, he growled, "What is wrong, scientist? He shouldn't be doing that... should he?"

optimusskids
2011-05-09, 06:00 AM
Science Lab Fearless


Stratus grimaced

"I'm not too sure this isn't something I've done very often. Look the first of the units are rolling off the production line."

Blackjack
2011-05-09, 07:42 AM
Science Labs, Fearless

"Work faster." Scorponok told Stratus as he glanced at Cyclonus. "Apparently Spinister has taken our best warriors and gone off to Protihex. Thunderwing's arrived."

The Decepticon opened a commlink to Gigatron, "Gigatron! Have you heard? Thunderwing is here. We must strike, now, before he brings another Warworld to Cybertron's orbit!"

optimusskids
2011-05-23, 09:26 PM
Science Labs

Stratus cranked up the controls a notch.

Gigatrons Office


Gigatron replied

"I am aware of that. Spinster has been dispatched to deal with him. I believe we will need a unite Decepticon front to vanqish the Imperial threat."

Blackjack
2011-05-25, 02:19 PM
Science Laboratories

"Yes, we do, Gigatron." Scorponok told the Decepticon leader. "We need somebody to contact Megatron's forces, get him to speak reason." Scorponok's optics narrowed. And you need to get off your perch, you lazy hex-changer. Scorponok thought out, but didn't say it.

"Pound reason into his head, if needed be. Astrotrain or Soundwave could help to unite our forces, they can be made to see reason."
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Medbay

Backstab slid open his CR chamber. He remembered being attacked by Scorponok, being brought in front of Gigatron... then nothing. His built-in sensors showed that Liege Thunderwing is launching his attack now.

For the glory of the Cybertronian Empire, luck has truly shined his way!

To be part of a grander whole...

Inaction was something Imperials are not known for. A decision on how best to use his life made, Backstab shuffled out of the medbay, unsheathing a shiv from his wrist gauntlet, and began to dash towards Gigatron's throne room.

optimusskids
2011-05-29, 07:13 AM
Gigatron's Office

Gigatron strode towards the door as he headed towards the sciense labs.

Science Labs

Stratus taps a dial anxiously as it moves towards the red.

"umm Skorponok I suppose Gigatron has stripped the base in order to battle this Imperial threat."

Blackjack
2011-05-29, 07:48 AM
Corridors, Fearless

Backstab hissed as he saw Gigatron exit his office. Stalking as quietly as he could, he swung his shiv with his good arm (well, his only arm) as he tried to stab the Decepticon hexchanger in the back.

For the glory of the Liege Maximo, lord of the Cybertronian Empire...
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Science Labs

"Of raw materials, you mean, Stratus?" Scorponok asked the scientist, rather indifferently. "Undoubtedly. In short this little army is going to see action. What do you need?" Turning to Cyclonus, "How do you feel?"

optimusskids
2011-05-29, 08:14 AM
Corridors Fearless

Gigatron felt the shiv tear into his wing as he swiveled round. He reached down and attempted to throttle the intruder.

Science Lab

Stratus paused

"I was thinking of other troops?"

Blackjack
2011-05-29, 09:18 AM
Corridors, Fearless

Gigatron easily caught the weakened Backstab in the throat. As he struggled in Gigatron's grip, Backstab shouted, "For the Empire!" and tried to thrust the shiv into Gigatron's face.
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Science Labs, Fearless

"Other troops as raw materials or as a fighting force?" Scorponok asked Stratus. "I don't think Gigatron will let us use the rank-and-file as raw material..."

optimusskids
2011-06-03, 06:32 AM
Corridors Fearless


Gigatron tightened his grip on Backstabs throat and snapped at the shiv with his powerful jaws hoping to bite it in two.

Blackjack
2011-06-03, 08:49 AM
Corridors, Fearless

The shiv snapped under Gigatron's jaws. "For- the- Empire-" Backstab struggled futilely as he weakly punched Gigatron with his good arm. "For my Liege."

Self-destruct sequence commencing in ten seconds.

optimusskids
2011-06-04, 06:44 AM
Corridors, Fearless


Gigatron flung Backstab across the corridor.

"I haven't got time for this."

Blackjack
2011-06-05, 02:12 PM
Corridors, Fearless

"You cannot defy the will of the Liege, degrade throwback scum! We will-" Before Backstab could complete his sentence, he was engulfed from the inside out by a massive explosion which tore the corridor apart, missing Gigatron by inches.
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The explosion's shockwave nearly toppled even the massive Scorponok to the floor. "What!" was all he managed to shout out. He charged out blindly, ignoring the flames that washed over him. "Gigatron! Are you hurt?"

Through the smoke and flames, he couldn't see much...

optimusskids
2011-06-05, 06:33 PM
Science Lab, Fearless

Stratus laughed .

"It looks like fate has delivered this opportunity into my hands."

He manipulated the controls.

"Clones takeover the ship."

~*~

Corridors

Gigatron was hurled backwards by the shockwave he fell back impacting heavily.

Warcry
2011-06-07, 03:25 PM
Science Lab, Fearless

Cyclonus had just lain there, dead to the world as a throbbing, burning pain lanced through his head again and again. But the explosion that rocked the ship had woken him just in time to hear Stratus's words.

"Oh, I think not," he said, hoping he didn't sound as unsteady to the traitor as he did to his own audio sensors.

Vaulting up, he lunged for Stratus's throat with one hand as he collected Nightstick with the other.

optimusskids
2011-06-07, 05:45 PM
Science Lab Fearless

Stratus parried Cyclonus' lunge with his axe holding it across his body blocking his throat.

Blackjack
2011-06-08, 06:38 AM
Corridors, Fearless

Oblivious to Straxus' attempt at takeover, Scorponok walked around the blast zone and reached Gigatron's side. It would be so easy to end the sixchanger's life now, reclaim his position as leader of the Decepticons... except that is the point of view that had fractured their faction so.

"Are you functional, Gigatron?" The Headmaster asked.

optimusskids
2011-06-11, 05:31 AM
Corridors, Fearless

Gigatron struggled to one elbow.

"Skorponok get everyone aboard the Fearless, we're going to war."

Blackjack
2011-06-15, 04:46 PM
Corridors, Fearless

"Barricade, get everyone aboard the Fearless." Scorponok snapped into the commlink. "Priority one. Gigatron's orders. You have twenty minutes. Warm up the engines and weapon batteries. We are going to war."

Scorponok offered a claw to help Gigatron stand up. "What is our heading, Gigatron?" Likely it would be Protihex, but Gigatron is an unbelievably intelligent chessmaster, and might know something Scorponok did not. A different landing zone, perhaps. Other warworlds or warships...

optimusskids
2011-06-19, 07:22 AM
Corridors Fearless

Gigatron opened a com link

"Barricade open a com link to the Autobots we're going to need all the help we can get and someone get Trypticon or Breastforce on the com and I need an intelligence update on what Megatron is up to. Deploy some spy drones in Polyhex if necessary stat."

Warcry
2011-06-20, 04:41 AM
Science Lab, Fearless

"Treacherous worm!" Cyclonus roared. He leaned forward, putting his weight onto the haft of Stratus's axe in an attempt to pin the betrayer in place.

"Cybertron itself is at stake and there is no time for petty power plays. Submit to my will or die!"

To emphasize his words, he brought Nightstick up and aimed him at the scientist's head.

optimusskids
2011-06-20, 09:11 PM
Science Lab, Fearless

Stratus whipped round his arm and pointed his arm cannon at Cyclonus head while he attempted to push back with his axe.

"Looks like we have a stand off, or maybe not, Clones seize him."

Warcry
2011-06-20, 09:43 PM
Science Lab, Fearless

"You don't understand, Stratus. You've just watched me survive the process that created the clones, the process that you said would either kill me or drive me mad, with nothing more than minor discomfort. And it's hardly the first time that's happened this year, either. I'm the Chosen of the Decepticon Matrix, you idiot! No matter what you do, no matter what reckless chances I take, it won't let me die because it's decided it needs me to stop Thunderwing. I'm invincible."

As the clones moved in Cyclonus let out a bitter laugh, as if the prospect made him sick.

"So go ahead. Shoot me. Set your clones on me. If I'm right, you die. If I'm wrong...then I die, there's no one who can stop Thunderwing, the entire world is overrun by Imperials and you still die. Or you and your clones can join me, stop the Imperials and actually earn what you're trying to take by force. Your call though, Mister-I'm-a-scientist-not-a-Straxus-clone."

optimusskids
2011-06-20, 10:07 PM
Science Lab, Fearless

Stratus levered his arm cannon round to point at Nightstick.

"I am not a Stratus clone I am a mech in my own right and I have a vision of my own. You see Cyclonus the Matrix speaks to me also. You are no longer the only chosen one by participating in this process you have embued all these clones with the potential to be the chosen one. The Matrix sees you cannot defeat the Imperials single handed. The voices talk to me, the Matrix and Straxus they all talk to me and tell me what to do it is my destiny I am a willing pawn, you Cyclonus are last years model I Lord Straxus will defeat the Imperials and rule the decepticon Empire, nooooooo I am not Straxus I am my own mech, I am not the pawn of the matrix I am an industrialist. CYclonus tell me WHO am I???????????? What should I do ??? All I wanted was to make Cybertron a better place . Why oh why can't I remember anything from before. I just wanted to make better and cleaner fuel and upgrades. "

Stratus' cannon glowed in preparation of firing.

"I must not kill you I must kill Megatron, but nooooo helpp meeeee."

Warcry
2011-06-20, 10:17 PM
Science Lab, Fearless

Cyclonus saw Stratus shift his aim to Nightstick. He pondered the possibility of explaining to the obviously insane scientist that the Nebulan -- ex-Nebulan now, he suspected -- had been rebuilt by the Matrix as well, but didn't think it would do any good. Besides, he would put his trigger speed over some scientist's any day of the week. Instead, he tried a different tactic.

"You mean you don't know? The Megatron we're facing today isn't real, Stratus. He's a fraud. A Quintesson plaything left behind to draw us into destroying ourselves. Killing him won't mean anything, not to you."

With the other Transformer's madness hopefully stoked, Cyclonus took his chance. Letting Stratus push him away with the haft of his axe, the Targetmaster fired Nightstick as soon as he was out of the madmech's line of fire. Black beams burst forth from one of the gun's auxiliary ports, aimed at Stratus's face in the hopes of deadening his senses long enough for Cyclonus to neutralize him safely -- and non-lethally.

optimusskids
2011-06-20, 10:25 PM
Science Lab, Fearless

Stratus reeled back blinded and flailed blindly with the axe

"aghhhhhhhhhhhhhh all my planning for nought, even the Quintessons have long escaped my potential wrath. All my plans, my arsenals , my war machines, the clones, the triplechangers , the wargases, the infiltrators, the secret agents all for nothing. Do you know how many credits I possess and what I have done with them, all for nothing.

Stratus toppled forward, looking dangerously like he was going to impale himself on his axe.

Blackjack
2011-06-22, 06:50 AM
Bridge, Fearless

"Right away, Lord." Barricade contacted Iacon. "This is Barricade from Gigatron's Decepticons. Lord Gigatron wishes to talk to you. It's about the Imperial threat looming upon all of us."
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Corridors, Fearless

"Trypticon, Leozack, respond!" Scorponok growled into the commlink system the moment Gigatron spoke out their names. Damned future Decepticons...

Sounds of gunfire from the science laboratories caught Scorponok's attention. He thought of another Imperial sleeper agent, but then things clicked together.

"Stratus! Damn him."

Scorponok pulled out his spear and charged back towards the science laboratories. "Gigatron, if he is not stopped the clones will be all over us!"

Warcry
2011-06-28, 04:47 AM
Science Lab, Fearless

Cyclonus took a step back from the blinded Stratus, then switched Nightstick over into a different fire mode and targeted the industrialist with oxidizing laser blasts. He aimed for the joints, trying to rust the other Transformer into place so that he couldn't hurt himself -- or anything else, for that matter.

"Not all for nothing," he told the other Decepticon. "All for the cause. All for the Matrix. We all have our roles to play in the Grand Scheme, even those of us who aren't lucky enough -- or cursed enough -- to know what their roles are. Your role was an important one, and you've carried it out to the letter. But now it's time for you to stand aside and let the rest of us carry out ours."

optimusskids
2011-06-28, 07:08 AM
Science Lab , Fearless

Stratus rusted into place leaning forward at an awkward angle.

Blackjack
2011-06-30, 10:49 AM
Science Laboratories, Fearless

"Die, traitor!" Scorponok charged into the laboratories, anti-gravity rifle charged. He opened fire at Stratus.

Warcry
2011-07-03, 06:05 AM
Science Lab, Fearless

"Hold!" Cyclonus snapped at Scorponok. "The traitor has been neutralized and I want to preserve him for study later. Can you float him to somewhere where he won't be able to cause any damage?"

Blackjack
2011-07-09, 11:45 AM
Science Labs, Fearless

"Will do." Scorponok shrugged, aimed his anti-gravity cannon at Stratus and fired, sending a bubble that would send the Straxus clone helplessly floating in the air.

It struck Scorponok how readily he took Cyclonus' order. He has... the bearings of a leader. It was ironic, really, considering how several years ago Cyclonus was serving under him in Nebulos...

"Where do you want me to put him?"

As he spoke, the Fearless shuddered as Barricade (presumably) took it into the air.

Warcry
2011-07-13, 05:51 AM
Science Labs, Fearless

"Does the medical wing have any padded rooms?" Cyclonus asked Scorponok dryly.

As the ship took off, the Targetmaster frowned. "We're moving? To Protihex, I imagine, to face Thunderwing and his minions?"

optimusskids
2011-07-13, 06:28 AM
Science Labs , Fearless

"Don't forget the need to duck."

muttered Stratus enigmatically.

Blackjack
2011-07-14, 11:20 AM
Science Labs, Fearless

"We could stuff him in the brig. Or one of the unclaimed quarters, they have deadlocks." Scorponok told Cyclonus. He shrugged as he rapped his claw at the walls of the corridor. "Gigatron told us to ready the Fearless for launch. We don't have a heading, but yes, I guess that's where we'll be going."

Turning to Stratus, he snorted. "Shut up, you."

Warcry
2011-07-16, 05:10 AM
Science Labs, Fearless

Cyclonus shrugged. "Wherever you decide is fine with me," he told Scorponok. "I'm going to head up to the bridge to make sure that everything is under control. Once our...guest is secured, you'll join me?"

The Targetmaster walked out, heading toward the nearest turbolift.

optimusskids
2011-07-16, 08:01 AM
Science Labs Fearless

unnoticed in a corner a piece of equipment labelled 2DUK blinked lights on its front flashing.

Blackjack
2011-07-17, 03:03 PM
Corridors, Fearless

"Of course." Scorponok told Cyclonus. He turned around, dragging the floating bubble that contained Stratus along with his tail. He stopped in front of an officer's quarters, that belonged to Skullcruncher (Scorponok never liked Skullcruncher, he's noisy and irritating) and opened the door.

Scorponok made sure there were no vents or anything that could facilitate Stratus' escape (and more importantly, a security camera) and shoved the floating Stratus inside. "Stay." Scorponok then slammed the door and engaged the security deadlocks, normally meant to protect the officer inside from exterior threats, now a prison to the room's occupant.

Warcry
2011-07-26, 05:08 AM
Science Labs, Fearless

Oblivious to what Stratus was up to, Cyclonus made his way to the bridge. Once he got there, he tracked down the officer of the watch and said, "What's our status?"

"Ready to launch, sir."

"Then do so. I want us in Protihex within the hour!"

"Sir..." the soldier said, obviously torn, "shouldn't we wait for Lord Gigatron's order?"

"No," Cyclonus told him, "we shouldn't. Gigatron, like any good leader, expects his troops to have a mind of their own and do what needs to be done without having their hands held. We wouldn't want to disappoint him, would we?"

"No sir," the officer said, obviously convinced by Cyclonus's words. "Helm, you heard him. Best speed for Protihex."

Cyclonus settled into the captain's chair. "Thank you," he told the officer. "Sound general quarters as well. I want everyone ready for battle when we arrive."

Blackjack
2011-07-26, 11:56 AM
Bridge, Fearless

Scorponok trooped into the Bridge, and tracked down Cyclonus... not a difficult feat, considering that the Targetmaster was on the captain's chair, the most visible perch on the bridge.

"The betrayer is secure." Scorponok told Cyclonus as he strode towards the chair, wondering since when did he report to the Unicron spawn... and why he wasn't bothered by it. "I have sent a security detail to watch the quarter he is floating in."

After a pause, he scanned the bridge for Gigatron. "Where is our fearless leader, anyway?"

Warcry
2011-08-02, 05:46 AM
Bridge, Fearless

"I'm sure he has important things to attend to," Cyclonus told Scorponok, doing his best to disguise his utter indifference for whatever Gigatron might actually be up to.

Glancing down at the chronometer at the base of the bridge's main viewscreen, he said, "We'll be in Crystal City in two breems. Are the troops ready to attack?"

optimusskids
2011-08-04, 11:29 AM
Bridge, Fearless

Gigatron strode in to the bridge.

"I have been consulting with our intelligence officers. It would seem Starscream is now in charge in Polyhex. His reactions to the current situation or even knowledge of it is unknown, Astrotrain is reported dead, so I imagine Soundwave will be attempting to become the power behind the throne as normal."

Warcry
2011-08-10, 03:29 AM
Bridge, Fearless

Cyclonus slowly rose from the captain's chair and nodded to Gigatron.

"Naturally. Considering the situation, do you think it would be a good idea for us to approach them for aid?"

Frowning, the Targetmaster started to pace. "I doubt they're in any position to hurt us -- or help us for that matter, considering what it must have taken to get rid of the Megatron clone. But it could be a good first step toward reuniting the Decepticons, especially once Starscream's followers tire of his childish behaviour."

Blackjack
2011-08-10, 11:04 AM
Bridge, Fearless

"Starscream is in command?" Scorponok resisted the urge to scoff at the notion, for he had nearly been killed by the air commander himself a long time ago, during the whole Underbase fiasco.

"I say contact Starscream now, establish the fact that we want both factions to join forces. Make sure he knows that. Otherwise he may use his insecure, newfound position as an excuse to launch an attack on us."

Warcry
2011-08-13, 05:27 AM
Bridge, Fearless

"He'll try to work against us no matter what we do," Cyclonus interjected after Scorponok had spoken. "But I have to say, this is a great opportunity for us. Starscream is no Megatron. He's a schemer, not a charismatic leader. His troops might follow him, but I seriously doubt anyone would really care if we put a particle beam through his spark."

optimusskids
2011-08-17, 12:19 PM
Bridge, Fearless

Gigatron nodded

"The situation is bound to be fluid and loyalties will not be set in stone as you say this will be a never to be repeated opportunity. Barricade open a coms channel to the Red Coms link. The use of that will underline the gravity of the situation."

Blackjack
2011-08-17, 01:03 PM
Bridge, Fearless

"Agreed. During my tenure as leader in the past, my troops threatened to skin me for accepting Starscream back into the Decepticon ranks." Scorponok let out a harsh chuckle at the memory. "No sense dwelling in past mistakes, but I think we could convince Soundwave or someone else to do the deed."
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(OOC: Reusing Barricade for this one post)

Barricade had no idea what Gigatron meant, but he obeyed nevertheless. Entering the 'Red Coms' channel into the computer, Barricade connected the necessary frequencies. "Done, sir." He told Gigatron.

Warcry
2011-08-21, 08:02 PM
Bridge, Fearless

"I doubt we'd have much trouble," Cyclonus agreed with Scorponok.
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Since Gigatron was occupied with his communications, the duty officer came up to Scorponok and Cyclonus.

"Sirs?" he said. "You need to see this."

The officer was keeping his voice down as best he could, but it was obvious that he was very on edge.

Blackjack
2011-08-29, 02:56 PM
Bridge, Fearless

"What is it?" Scorponok asked the duty officer, not bothering to intimidate the smaller Decepticon because he seemed so unnerved. "Speak."

optimusskids
2011-08-29, 04:36 PM
Bridge , Fearless


Gigatron drummed his fingers as he waited a response from the hotline.

Warcry
2011-08-31, 06:29 AM
Bridge, Fearless

"Sirs, there's something coming toward us over the horizon," the duty officer said. He barely even noticed Scorponok looming over him, he was so frazzled. "Something very, very big."

He tapped a few displays on a nearby console and a series of sensor returns showed up in mid-air, projected by the bridge's holoprojector.

"They've destroyed much of our global communications and surveillance network," the officer continued, "so I can't task a satellite to get a closer look. It's trying to keep the planet between us, but from the glimpses of it that we've gotten I can tell you that it's massive, spherical and headed straight for us on an intercept course."

Cyclonus set his jaw and scowled.

"The Warworld."

"Yes, sir."

Blackjack
2011-08-31, 07:53 AM
Bridge, Fearless

Scorponok scowled. "The Warworld." He repeated. "Gigatron, did you hear that? The Warworld is here."

The same Warworld that was taken from us, Scorponok thought darkly. The one that was taken by that traitor Afterburner. Scorponok knew the power of the Warworld, the sheer size -- Trypticon's city mode could easily fit in one of Warworld's exhaust ports.

"Bring it." Scorponok said, slamming his claws together, optics narrowed.

optimusskids
2011-08-31, 07:04 PM
Bridge, Fearless


Gigatron dropped the phone.

"All hands to Action Stations,Initiate Attack plan omega 13."

Warcry
2011-09-05, 11:05 PM
Bridge, Fearless

"Are you certain that's...wise?" Cyclonus asked Gigatron. "The Warworld outguns us at least tenfold, and we don't have enough air troopers onboard to make up the difference. An attack run on them is tantamount to suicide."

Half of the bridge crew started to carry out Gigatron's order, while the others looked between him, Cyclonus and Scorponok with looks of abject horror on their faces.

Blackjack
2011-09-06, 06:16 AM
Bridge, Fearless

"What do you suggest, then?" Scorponok asked Cyclonus as he made his way to the main gunnery station and shoved away the Decepticon manning it before taking the post for himself. "Infiltrating it? We should have schematics of the Warworld, we should know what in the name of Alpha Prime are the weak points of the Warworld."

Scorponok narrowed his optics. "Alternatively, we could tell Starsceram about the Warworld and have the Imperials kill the thrice-damned traitor for us."

optimusskids
2011-09-06, 12:30 PM
Bridge , Fearless

Gigatron narrowed his optics.

"What other options do we have, this plan will hopefully let us lure it into close proximity to the asteroid belt where we have sowed some surprises."

Blackjack
2011-09-06, 12:36 PM
Bridge, Fearless

Scorponok chuckled. "Surprises? I hope you don't mean just Trypticon. Powerful as Citycons are, and I should know, he won't be much of a match against the Warworld except to blow a little bit off the exostructure. The old Warworld proved that."

Scorponok snorted, "Let's hope the Fearless had more luck than Trypticon."

optimusskids
2011-09-06, 12:47 PM
Gigatron steepled his fingers.

"You can hide a lot in debris or so the Wreckers tell me." Gigatron chuckled

He turned and surveyed the main view screen.

"We have mines , Plasma torpedoes and of course all the kit the space station has been churning out , the factory ship we captured has been churning out all kind of goodies."

Gigatron picked up the Red phone

"that reminds me I have a call to finish."

Warcry
2011-09-07, 05:12 AM
Bridge, Fearless

Cyclonus hissed.

"That's exactly what they want us to do, Gigatron," he told the Decepticon leader. "They'll kill us if they can, obviously. But they've got ships to spare. If we lure the Warworld into a deathtrap they won't miss it."

He crossed his arms. "But the hour that we spend chasing them? That's enough time for Thunderwing to finish off whatever defences that Spinister and the natives have put together in Protihex. He'll kill them all, and then he'll go to ground and we won't see him again until Cybertron is an Imperial slave world. This is our last chance to stop him, Gigatron. Thunderwing can't be stopped while the Matrix is in his clutches, and you and I are the only ones who can wrest it from him."

Cyclonus took a step into Gigatron's personal space, his optics burning with a light that could only be seen in those who'd truly been touched by the Matrix...or those who were truly insane.

"Leave the Warworld to Starscream, like Scorponok says. We have a more important destiny, and we can't afford to be delayed by petty vengeance."

optimusskids
2011-09-07, 06:03 AM
Bridge, Fearless


Gigatron gripped the phone hard

"I am attempting to contact Starscream, someone get Trypticon on the a coms link and while the Warworld is chasing us the question is rather academic."

He checked the monitor

"If it is just a question of our presence we could take a stealth shuttle to the surface and leave Scorponok to deal with the Warworld."

Warcry
2011-09-09, 04:49 AM
Bridge, Fearless

"A worthy idea," Cyclonus admitted. "But we should pack in Battle Gaia and as many other ground troops aboard the shuttle as we can fit. They won't be any use in a space battle, but they could make a significant difference in Protihex."

Suddenly, Gigatron would hear his receiver buzzing in his ear, indicating that a response was incoming from Darkmount. If Gigatron activated the visual component of the transmission a hologram of Starscream would spring to life, reclining decadently in a throne that was one size too large for him while Soundwave stood by his side like a silent, motionless gargoyle.

"Gigatron," Starscream said in a more confident version of his familiar shrill whine, "What a pleasure to hear from you again. I assume you're calling to congratulate me on my promotion?"

optimusskids
2011-09-09, 05:41 AM
Bridge, Fearless

Gigatron nodded

"yes, yes congratulations. I assume you are aware of the Imperial situation?"

Blackjack
2011-09-09, 08:01 AM
Bridge, Fearless

Scorponok was visibly aware that Gigatron and Cyclonus were excluding him in the planning, but he found that he didn't really care. The Decepticon Matrix was their... thing. Only they understand it. Although Scorponok was about to bodily separate the two when Cyclonus got close, he was thankful it didn't come to a fight.

Scorponok laughed when Gigatron suggested leaving him to handle the Warworld.

The old Scorponok, the one that was brought to life by that madman Lord Zarak before finding sentience and scaring the crap out of that squishie, would've blanched at the idea and might have beaten Gigatron to the ground for suggesting that.

But Scorponok has been through a lot. He's a fearless Decepticon. Yes, he is a Decepticon, a former Decepticon Leader, in fact. He's faced down Unicron, tearing into the dark god's leg. He will not be cowering from a larger enemy. He will NOT.

And he'll be doing this to save Cybertron, the Decepticons and everyone else...

Scorponok let out a loud bark of laughter as he strode up dramatically, and made his way to the main navigation section of the Fearless.

"A good suggestion, Gigatron, Cyclonus. Good hunting. I will handle the Warworld. Go kill Thunderwing."

The Decepticon pushed away the Decepticon manning the main navigation section. Gigatron and Starscream's conversation was but background noise now. The Headmaster gripped the steering handle in his claws, optics bright and shining. So this was why Autobots were so ready to die every time.

It was time, then. Optimus Prime was right after all.

Redemption.

Warcry
2011-09-11, 05:58 AM
Bridge, Fearless

"'Aware'?" Starscream asked Gigatron pointedly. "Do you think I've had my head burrowed so deeply in the sand that I could have missed a Warworld showing up in orbit? I'm perfectly aware -- aware that we're embroiled in a mess that you made, Gigatron. And since you're obviously not calling just to chat about how happy we both are that Megatron is gone, you must think that you can talk me into saving you from the fate that you've so rightly called down on yourself. So go ahead...make your pitch. It'll be good for a laugh at least."

Meanwhile, at the back of the room Cyclonus was sending out commands to the ship's ground troops, getting them ready to deploy.

optimusskids
2011-09-11, 08:57 AM
Bridge, Fearless


Gigatron grimaced

"I see power hasn't changed you Starscream. I had a moment of madness where I thought we could put the petty secretarian violence behind us and work together. Well goodbye enjoy your rule I'm sure your brief moment of glory ruling over a kingdom of corpses living on a burnt cinder of a world before the Imperials hunt you down like a Turbofox and Thunderwing takes your head will be enjoyable."

Blackjack
2011-09-12, 05:56 AM
Bridge, Fearless

One claw on the wheel, the other limp on his side as he leant slightly backwards as if navigating a warship didn't require quite that much concentration, Scorponok glanced at Gigatron.

"Starscream being his usual self, I take it?" Scorponok growled. "Call Astrotrain, then. He should be receptive." (OOC: They didn't know Astrotrain is RIP, right?)

Warcry
2011-09-12, 07:12 AM
Bridge, Fearless

(OOC: They do now! :D)

"Astrotrain is dead," Soundwave said flatly, the first words he'd spoken since the channel had been opened. "And Starscream -- in spite of his bluster -- knows perfectly well that he needs to help you if he wants to keep his own followers from revolting. Say what you need from us, Gigatron."

Starscream glowered at him, but if the communications officer noticed, he didn't let it bother him.

"Yes, by all means," Starscream agreed, saying each word is if it was made of acid and burning his mouth. "Tell us what you want."

Blackjack
2011-09-12, 07:39 AM
Bridge, Fearless

"Astrotrain dead." Scorponok muttered, then shook his head. "Pity that."

Not that he would be lasting any much longer, mind...

optimusskids
2011-09-12, 08:48 AM
Bridge, Fearless

Gigatron replied cooly and calmly.

"2 things ships and troops. We need to take out the Imperial Fleet and crush their ground incursion. Plus of course if any of the Imperial ships happens to stray into range of those nifty gadgets the Constructicons have been working on ."

Warcry
2011-09-13, 02:45 PM
Bridge, Fearless

Starscream sneered. "Well gee, Gigatron, I'd love to help you out with that but someone trashed the military annex while I was gone so we're fresh out of starships."

He glanced sidelong at Soundwave and asked, "What 'nifty gadgets' are he talking about?"

Soundwave shrugged slightly. "It's easier to show you than to explain it." Turning to Gigatron, he said, "If you can lead the Warworld so that it travels above Polyhex, we can do what you ask."

"And I suppose we can spare some ground troops," Starscream said reluctantly. "I wouldn't want them to get too bored, after all. Where do you need us?"

optimusskids
2011-09-13, 04:14 PM
Bridge , Fearless

Gigatron clenched his fists.

"Just send them to Protihex and tell them to head towards the sound of gunfire."

Gigatron muted the coms link

"Scorponok see if you can get the Warworld to chase you over Polyhex but you better take it via the asteroid belt and Unicrons head theres no sense relying more than we need on Starscream."

He turned to Barricade

"see if you can raise an Autobot on a com link we're going to need to co-ordinate."

He unmuted the com to Starscream.

"See you in Protihex."

Warcry
2011-09-14, 06:43 AM
Bridge, Fearless

"Oh, believe me," Starscream sneered, "I'm looking forward to it."

He cut the channel before Gigatron could respond.

Finished giving out orders, Cyclonus turned to Gigatron and said, "Not to point out the obvious, but he's probably going to try and kill you as soon as you turn your back on him. I've got two gestalt teams ready to join us on our shuttle. Would it be...impertinent to make sure he got stepped on at the first opportunity?"

(OOC: To add some extra gestalty goodness to the fight I'm dragging the Terrorcons along as NPCs.)

optimusskids
2011-09-14, 07:12 AM
Gigatron nodded

"let us just say that his demise accidental or otherwise would not overly distress me. Just make sure its permament."

Blackjack
2011-09-14, 03:20 PM
Bridge, Fearless

Scorponok shrugged as he leant on a row of computer panels, one claw on the steering wheel. "What a pain in the aft, that Starscream. You guys do know his spark is immortal after that Underbase whatnot, yeh? Never a permanent death with him."

Scorponok shrugged. "Polyhex, right."

Barricade looked up to Gigatron, "Contacting Autobase now... this is the Decepticon shuttle Fearless contacting Optimus Prime. Gigatron wishes an audience."

optimusskids
2011-09-14, 08:15 PM
Bridge Fearless


Gigatron shrugged.

"ok make sure he comes back as a micromaster."

Warcry
2011-09-15, 12:42 AM
Bridge, Fearless

Cyclonus scoffed. "No one's immortal, Scorponok. There's always a way. I'd be willing to bet that a blast from the Matrix would sort out this silly 'can't be killed' problem pretty quickly, if we could arrange for him to trip and fall into Thunderwing's line of fire..."

Then he told Gigatron, "I'll be in the shuttle bay, briefing the troops. Please don't take too long with Prime -- the Warworld will be in firing range in eight minutes."

Blackjack
2011-09-15, 04:50 AM
Bridge, Fearless

Scorponok shrugged, "Probably, Cyc, but that's your problem. Mine is a gigantic moon-sized warship that's coming into view in, oh, five minutes. Good hunting."

Turning to Gigatron, Scorponok asked, "Why don't you take the communicator into the shuttle with you, Gigatron? We can't risk the Warworld opening fire on us with you onboard."

"Can I come with Gigatron?" Barricade asked. "Please?"

Warcry
2011-09-19, 05:44 AM
Bridge, Fearless

Cyclonus looked down at Barricade (literally, but not figuratively).

"I won't patronize you by saying that it's going to be no place for someone your size, but the battle definitely won't be Micromaster-friendly. If you're sure you can handle that, come with me."

Nightstick scoffed. "He's taller than me," the Nebulan groused. "Why don't you care if I can handle it."

"You're a gun," Cyclonus told him bluntly. "The worst that'll happen if you can't handle yourself is that you need to hose the vomit out of the inside of your armour when we're done."

"Lovely image," Nightstick grumbled. "Thanks for that."

optimusskids
2011-09-19, 06:27 AM
Bridge , Fearless

Gigatron looked at Scorponok

"Don't forget your Vampires and Mosquitoes, you've got 11 of each in the hangar bays thanks to engineering plus the 2 Special operations variants of which we will take one.

Floating inside the Asteroid belt

Whisper scanned his tactical screen before opening an encrypted com link.

"Fearless this is Hammerhead are you recieving me over?"

He checked the radar to make sure the rest of his patrol was in position.

Shuttlebay Decepticon space station Vulcan.

Jury Rig stood with his hands on his hips.

"I don't care if they're not finished patch them up the best you can we're sending everything out. Anything that can be piloted and that we can strap a weapon onto up to and including the garbage scow now hop to it."

Blackjack
2011-09-20, 11:08 AM
Bridge, Fearless

"It's just a conversation, Optimus Prime. Lord Gigatron just wishes to talk to you." Barricade's told Optimus Prime, glancing at Gigatron. "Sir, this is Optimus Prime on line one."

Barricade looked from Cyclonus, at Scorponok and then back at Cyclonus. "I'll take my chances there, sir." The watch commander said as he hopped down from the chair, holding the communications device. He wants to win. He needs to win. And a suicide run, as evidenced by the fact that Scorponok seems to be losing it, Barricade was more than convinced that going into the eye of the storm was the safer option.
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(OOC: Opskids, Vampires and Mosquitoes are fighter jets or something similar, I presume?)

Scorponok nodded, still grinning, at Gigatron's words. "Don't blame me if none of your toys make it out in one piece. Which includes this Fearless. So we better kill off Starscream, so you'll have a base to call your own."

Whisper's voice came in. Scorponok briefly recognized the Micromaster's voice, the one who had betrayed him before... and ignored that fact. All Decepticons now. "I read you, Hammerhead. Are you in position? I will draw the target towards the asteroid belt if you are."

optimusskids
2011-09-20, 12:11 PM
http://tfarchive.com/rpg/site/ships/fearless?s[]=fearless

(see above for details but basically yes)

Gigatron looked at Skorponok

"if you waste resources and squander the tools i have provided I will certainly lame you if on the other hand you fight bravely and to the best of your ability then you have nothing to worry about Skorponok."



Gigatron replied to Optimus

"Good day Optimus I thought it was time to set aside our differences to face a common enemy much as we did when we reconquered Cybertron."

Blackjack
2011-09-20, 02:05 PM
Bridge, Fearless

"You and I both know I'll do my best to kill these Imperials, Gigatron." Scorponok told the Decepticon leader. "Though I don't rate my chances for survival high, I'll drag as many Imperials as I can to the Allspark. If all else fails, I'll ram this warship straight into the heart of the Warworld. So long as you and Cyclonus do your part."

Scorponok raised a claw in a salute as he turned away from Gigatron and watched as the Warworld began to loom in the distance. "Gigatron, Cyclonus, all of you... it's been an honour serving the Decepticon cause. I think it's time that you leave for Protihex."

Warcry
2011-09-23, 10:23 PM
Bridge, Fearless

"Good luck, Scorponok," Cyclonus said to the evidently resigned-to-death Decepticon. Then he walked off the bridge, with Nightstick and presumably Barricade in tow.

As they rode the turbolift down to the hangar, he spoke into his comm, "Sandstorm, Hun-grrr, what's your status?"

"Gnnn...all Terrorocons assembled," Hun-grrr replied.

"We're ready," Sandstorm told him nervously. "Our...upgrades are installed, but they haven't been field-tested yet."

"They will be soon," Cyclonus told the Battle Gaia team's leader. "I know these aren't ideal circumstances, but I'm sure you'll perform admirably."

"Thank you, sir," Sandstorm responded. "We won't let you down."
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Hangar Bay, Fearless

Hun-grrr glared at Sandstorm.

"Drrr...stop that," he said.

"Stop what?"

"Looking up to Cyclonus," Hun-grrr said. "Ghhh...he's nothing but Galatron's bootlick. He doesn't deserve your respect."

Sandstorm shrugged. "Are you sure that the Cyclonus you know and the one I know are the same person?"

"Nnnn....no," Hun-grrr admitted. "There I times that I wonder." He set his jaw. "There are also times where I wonder if he's just gone mad. Drrr...don't put too much faith in him."

"Too late," Sandstorm whispered softly to himself.

Blackjack
2011-09-24, 11:15 AM
Bridge, Fearless

"Cyclonus? Kill Thunderwing for me, will you? It's partially my fault that he lived." Scorponok called out after the departing Decepticon, not really caring if he heard.

They must've thought that he's suicidal. Why else would Barricade leave the Bridge?

The truth is, well, there's a bit of that. But there's also the fact that no one else can be trusted with the Fearless, the only ship that even stands a small chance against the Warworld. Gigatron and Cyclonus are needed to fight Thunderwing, and as much as Scorponok wants to clock the egomaniac in the face, it's just not meant to be.

And, well, he just hadn't had a moment of just fun for quite some time.

"All right, Decepticons! Dying is the only thing worth living for!" Scorponok pressed down on the control wheel, and the Fearless accelerated.

"Mosquito and Vampire pilots, stand by for takeoff. Let's give this Warworld a run for its money!" Scorponok yelled into the room. "Make the Decepticons proud, men!" Turning to his comm system, "Whisper, are you reading me? Did you get my last message?"
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"Yeah, good luck, Scorponok." Barricade called out as he trotted after the much larger Cyclonus, trying to keep up with the bunny-eared Decepticon's larger strides.

And... Cyclonus seemed so sure of himself. Out of Gigatron, Cyclonus and Scorponok (who definitely have gone mad, damn it) Cyclonus seemed the one that's most sure. Cyclonus wasn't the one calling Autobots for help. Though Gigatron's still the one signing his paycheck...

When did he respect Galvatron's toadie so much anyway?

optimusskids
2011-09-24, 01:20 PM
Fearless

Skorponoks com crackled into life

"Roger Fearless this is Hammerhead we're ready just give the word."

Blackjack
2011-09-24, 01:28 PM
Corridors, Fearless

Barricade frowned at his communicator. Optimus Prime was signalling him to put Gigatron on. Must've been a mistake in rerouting... "Optimus Prime, Gigatron is on." Barricade told the Autobot leader.
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"Hammerhead, we are beginning our attack run on the Warworld." Scorponok told Whisper. "Once the cargo is clear, we are on."

(OOC: Who's playing the Warworld?)

Warcry
2011-09-27, 05:44 AM
Hangar Bay, Fearless

"It's entirely your fault," Cyclonus dryly reminded Scorponok over the comm, "but I can't hold that against you. After all, it's my fault his head's not on a pike in Crystal City's Grand Plaza. Don't worry...I'll do my best to fix both of our mistakes."

As the trio walked into the hangar, they saw the Battle Gaia team standing at attention alongside their shuttle's ramp. The Terrorcons, as Cyclonus expected, were lazing about in various places around the hangar.

"Sir!" Sandstorm said, saluting. "Your troops stand ready." With a glare directed at Hun-grrr, he added, "Some more than others."

"At ease, Sandstorm. And your team too," Cyclonus said, a hint of a smile touching his lips. "You might not approve, but Hun-grrr has been at this for a long time. He knows the best way to get his men ready for battle. Not every unit is as disciplined as Battle Gaia."

"I suppose," Sandstorm said grudgingly.

"A good commander knows what his troops respond to," Cyclonus persisted. "Can you imagine how the other Terrorcons would react if Hun-grrr tried to drill them the way you do your men?"

Sandstorm scoffed. "Not well."

"Exactly," Cyclonus said. "And there's a good reason for that. You and your men are soldiers. He and his are shock troops. Your roles are different, and the sort of people we put into those roles are different. There's no need to resent the Terrorcons for what they are."

"I don't resent them," Sandstorm said. "Not really. I just..."

"Yes?" Cyclonus prompted him, almost gently.

"I worry sometimes that my team is going to wind up acting like them. If they see other Decepticons behaving like that..."

"Your troops aren't stupid," Cyclonus assured him. "They've picked their role model well. I know you won't lead them astray."

"I..." Sandstorm had to take a moment to collect his thoughts. "Thank you, sir. I'll try to do you proud."

"You already have."
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Nightstick leaned over and whispered at Barricade. "I never thought I'd say this, but I miss the old Cyclonus. The one who constantly berated me and abused the Sweeps. At least I knew what to expect from that one."
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Bridge, Fearless

The officer who'd replaced Barricade at his post looked up at Scorponok.

"Sir?" he prompted. "The Warworld is hailing us."

Blackjack
2011-09-28, 10:01 AM
Hangar Bay, Fearless

Barricade shrugged. "I know. One of these days I got to know what the hell happened in Stanix."
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Bridge, Fearless

Scorponok chuckled at Cyclonus' reply. "You make sure you do that, bunny-ears, or what's left of me will strangle what's left of you."

Turning to the officer, Scorponok shrugged. "Bring them up on the main screen." His glare told anyone who looked at him that he had absolutely no intention of surrendering. "But wait a moment."

"Gigatron, Cyclonus, the Warworld has noticed us. I'll deploy the Mosquitoes and Vampires in a bit, and I recommend you take off during this maneuver so they won't notice you." Scorponok then turned back to the officer, "Now, bring these worms up."

Warcry
2011-10-01, 10:15 PM
Hangar Bay, Fearless

Nightstick shook his head. "Stanix wasn't where it started," he told Barricade in hushed tones, so that they weren't overheard. "Stanix is where it ended. It started years before that. Only a few hundred yards from here, actually."
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Bridge, Fearless

The officer did as Scorponok asked, and a familiar face appeared when the viewscreen lit up.

"Scorponok," Afterburner greeted the much larger Decepticon with exaggerated friendliness. "What a wonderful surprise this is. I say surprise, of course, because that ship you're flying around in rather clearly belongs to my people. I mean, the hull is still green and you haven't even bothered painting over the Imperial insignia with that silly purple face that you backwards people still use. Why, if I didn't know any better I'd think that you got your hands on the Fearless by piracy. Oh, perish the thought. I'm sure you just bought it second-hand and didn't think to ask why all the serial numbers had been filed off."

Afterburner leaned forward, and in spite of the fact that his face was nothing more than a static, T-shaped bar his expression still managed to practically ooze smugness.

"My good friend, I hate to do this to you but I'm afraid that I simply have to insist that you heave to, lower your shields and allow my troopers to board. That ship is still Imperial property, after all, and if you don't hand it over...well, I have my orders. The things that the Liege Maximo has authorized me to do are numerous and highly unpleasant, and I'd really rather not have to describe them to you in the painstaking detail that I' m know for. It's simply too much work for me, and it'll be rather seriously painful for you lot too. So what say you make this easier for all of us and do as you're told? You have my word that my men won't so much as put a single scratch on those adorably awkward claws of yours."

(OOC: I missed Afterburner. :) )

Blackjack
2011-10-02, 08:46 AM
Hangar Bay, Fearless

"It started in Crystal City?" Barricade asked Nightstick, keeping the hushed tone. "Must have been a heck of an adventure..."
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Bridge, Fearless

"Hello, Afterburner." Scorponok scowled as Afterburner's face came up on the screen, and shook his head when he recognized the traitor. Mole. Whatever. "For someone who belongs to a faction upholding the whole 'we are a superior species' dogma, must you delve to the level of human humour? I used to be part-Nebulan and I cringe at your attempted joke."

Scorponok tapped his chin with his claw, pretending to mull over the question, giving Gigatron the time he needs to do whatever he needs before escaping.

"And that Warworld, last I remember, is Decepticon property. As in, the original Decepticons, not you second-rate knockoffs. Funny that you joke about piracy when your whole faction is a pirated, second-rate cheap copy of mine." Scorponok growled as he leant forwards.

"Here's my deal, junior, and you'd be wise to do as you're told... allow my troopers to board the Warworld, because the things Gigatron have authorized me to do is pretty simple. Put a bullet through all your heads. You have my word that my men won't dent that ugly, out-of-date T-shaped visor of yours."

optimusskids
2011-10-03, 06:10 AM
Brodge , Fearless

Venom hovered in the background.

"Well said my Lord Skorponok."

Blackjack
2011-10-03, 08:13 AM
Bridge, Fearless

"Along for this crazy ride too, Venom?" Scorponok asked the Insecticon, appreciating his calling him 'Lord'. Muting the microphone to the Warworld, Scorponok said, "Frankly speaking, we're all probably going to die, you know. You're welcome to go with Gigatron, if he haven't left yet."

(OOC: optimusskids, Gigatron? Optimus Prime is waiting for a reply in the Iacon thread...)

optimusskids
2011-10-03, 11:36 AM
Gigatron strode into the shuttle

"a fine dream Prime and one perhaps the survivors can discuss. Now what can we do to give them that opportunity. What say you to a coalition for the duration of this fracas"

Blackjack
2011-10-03, 12:14 PM
Shuttle

"Hail Lord Gigatron." Barricade said as the Decepticon leader entered the shuttle, and gestured at Nightstick. "Come on, then, gun-boy, let's roll."
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Warworld

The two final members of the Predator team not otherwise engaged in Protihex strode into the Warworld's main bridge. "I wanted to blow up the Autobots. Falcon wanted to boss people around. Why couldn't we have traded places?" Talon whined, a tone of voice which was unnatural with his deep thuggish voice.

"Oh, stop complaining." Snare told Talon halfheartedly. The security chief had been holed up in one of the Empire's little colony worlds in a solo infiltration mission, and then undercover among the Decepticons, that it was rather hard to remain the rapport with his brother Predators.

"You're no fun."

"You're no picnic either." Snare told Talon. Of everyone he could've been assigned with, he got the thug. Stalker could discuss with him about torture, about how to relieve boredom, Skydive rambles but he talks about interesting-ish science stuff, but no, he got Talon. Snare gave Afterburner a half-hearted salute. "O capitan, my capitan! How are the Decepticons responding?"

Truthfully Snare found this campaign a real bore. He would rather be solitary, hunting down other species at his own leisure time, or torturing prisoners... really, this is one big unnecessary mess.

optimusskids
2011-10-03, 07:02 PM
Fearless

Venom shrugged

"Oh well never wanted to live forever. Better to fight and die."

Blackjack
2011-10-04, 10:16 AM
Fearless

"That's the spirit." Scorponok told Venom, nodding, as he reactivated communications with Afterburner. "Well? I'm waiting for your answer, hatchling."

Warcry
2011-10-05, 06:12 AM
Hangar Bay, Fearless

"I guess," Nightstick said to Barricade. "Although it didn't really feel like one at the time. The Quintessons used an experimental weapon on him. A psychotropic, designed to destroy a Transformer's brain. But since Cyc was built by Unicron, I guess his brain doesn't work the same. It didn't kill him, but ever since he's been...I dunno? Different, I guess. More driven, sure. But also more...understanding, I suppose that's the word. I'm not sure. Before that he seemed lost, like he needed Galvatron because he didn't know what to do without someone to lead him. But now...now he almost seems to have too good an idea."

He followed Barricade up into the shuttle.
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When Gigatron boarded, Cyclonus headed into the cockpit and took the shuttle's controls. He fired up the engines and they glided out of the Fearless's hangar bay under cover of the shuttle's stealth systems.
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Bridge, Warworld

Afterburner chuckled dryly. "I'm dreadfully sorry, but you seem to be confused. I build this Warworld, Scorponok. Not some bland, overarching idea of 'Decepticon' -- me, personally. Last I checked, I was free to do with my personal property what I see fit. If you don't like who I donated it to...well, you should have given out better bonuses at Christmas time."

He glared over his shoulder at Snare and Talon, making a "shut up" hand gesture.

Then he turned his attention back to Scorponok. "Now, if you propose to rob me of what is rightfully mine, well, I shant think that I'll stand still for that. Good bye, old chum. I gather I won't get a chance to speak to you ever again."

He cut the channel before the throwback could respond, then started to give orders.

"Talon, take the helm and move us closer to the Fearless. Snare, take over weapons and open fire."

Blackjack
2011-10-05, 07:33 AM
Shuttle, Fearless

"Must've been one hell of an experience." Barricade told Nightstick. "Me, all I want is to win and survive this blasted apocalypse.

Around the shuttle, the Mosquito-class planes hummed as Decepticon pilots boarded it, and began to take off.
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Bridge, Fearless

"You think you built it, little jet. Do not forget, it was by my efforts that you were even able to obtain the energy and materials to build it in the first place." Scorponok told Afterburner. The Headmaster shook his head. "Really-"

The Imperial cut the channel, so Scorponok cut his retort short as well. "Venom, Barrage, take the main weapons console. Mosquitoes, deploy and attack the Warworld. Distract it. We will attack it, before turning to phase two. Whisper, Leozack, Trypticon, are your teams ready?"

Scorponok gripped the steering wheel with one claw, and began spinning it hard to one side as to avoid the inevitable blast from the main cannon.

"Go, Gigatron, go!"
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Bridge, Warworld

Talon nodded, and shoved away the current pilot as he took his place. "Bridge crew, you heard the captain!" Talon growled in his deep voice. "Time to shoot!"

"You're trusting the helm to Talon?" Snare asked Afterburner. "Ah, well. Your ship." The burgundy Predator strode over to the main cannon controls of the ship, and sat himself there. Really, there was no challenge... it will be more of a mercykilling, really. Too fast a death for the throwbacks, but whatever. Green optics lazily followed the occupied Imperial ship. "Target lock on the Fearless. Charging main cannon. Firing in five, four, three, two..."

(OOC: does the Warworld's main cannon have a name?)

optimusskids
2011-10-05, 06:18 PM
(00c Susan)

Whisper glanced at the controls of his fighter.


"We're ready." he replied

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Venom slid into a chair at the weapons console

"Skorponok Sir don't forget this was an Imperial ship we still have the IFF beacons and our intelligence services have been keeping the codes up to date. If you activate it now some of their weapons won't lock."

Blackjack
2011-10-06, 07:21 AM
Bridge, Fearless

(OOC: That's so funny I'm using it. :lol:)

"Do it, Venom, do it!" Scorponok told the Insecticon as the Warworld tilted to the port side. Mosquitoes exited the hangar bay and shot towards the Warworld.

The first blast from the Warworld's cannon sheared a little off the Fearless' hull, and burnt off one of the spiky decorations that adorn all Decepticon ships, but otherwise all it did was to create a crater in the middle of Crystal City.

"I doubt it'll stall Afterburner for long, but we need all the edge we can get!"

Barrage, and all the other gunners, began to open fire with the Fearless' onboard weapons.
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Bridge, Warworld

"Susan is recharging." Snare informed Afterburner. "Firing again in T-minus twenty seconds."

"Susan?" Talon asked.

"It's got to have a name, dunnit?" Snare said, "Keep up! with the Fearless!"

optimusskids
2011-10-06, 06:20 PM
Bridge Fearless

Venom's fingers flew across the controls

"engaging IFF protocols now.scrolling through different ids of the same class to keep them from just blocking Fearless.can't trust the slaggers. On Nowwwwww."

Warcry
2011-10-07, 04:36 AM
Hangar Bay, Fearless

"That's one way to describe it," Nightstick laughed at Barricade. "But me, I'm right there with you. I just wanna get through this -- none of this messiah crap for me."
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Cyclonus hit the thrusters and the shuttle blasted out from the swarm of Mosquitoes. He flew an evasive pattern for a few seconds, until he was sure no one was following them.

"We'll be in Crystal City in eight minutes," he told his passengers.

(OOC: And now let's move to that thread. )
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Bridge, Warworld

"You spent too much time on Earth," Afterburner told Snare, glowering as much as his inexpressive face would allow. "And I don't hear the guns cycling, either. Why is that? We do have more armaments to our name than just the main guns, the last time I inspected the ship's manifest."

optimusskids
2011-10-07, 05:25 AM
Asteroid belts


Whisper checked the controls of the fighter that Gigatron had had constructed.

He commed the other 17 ships that were lurking on the asteroid belt

"This is Hammerhead leader to Remora, Orca and Blue Leaders. Prepare to initiate plan Alpha Sigma 7."

He commed his own unit

"Tailwind don't do anything stupid and |Nightflight no hanging back."

(volunteers for other fighters welcomed)

Shuttle

Gigatron leaned over the controls

"I believe if we engage the afterburners we can shorten that time."

Blackjack
2011-10-07, 10:39 AM
Shuttle

Barricade nodded at Nightstick. "Me neither. This... all this requires some sort of a Dark Messiah, no?"

Barricade didn't really know why he said that. It just seemed appropriate is all.
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Bridge, Warworld

Snare shrugged. "Comes with the territory, el capitan. 'Sides, weren't you cracking human jokes about two minutes ago?"

Talon barked, "You heard the captain, maggots! FIRE EVERYTHING"

An officer turned to face Talon, "Sir, our weapons are refusing to lock on the Fearless!"

"That sucks, because a bunch of little jets are bombarding the hell out of our smaller weapons emplacements." Snare sighed. "Susan's taking loader to reload as well. Afterburner, this must be the work of the throwback hackers. I think driving it out is your territory..."

Saying that, the Warworld's main cannon fired again. But Venom's hacking had made it rather sluggish, and it was a blow that came nowhere close to the Fearless, which is rapidly closing the distance between the two.
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The seven Mosquito fighter jets made good their namesake as the swarmed over the Warworld. With Venom's interference many of the lesser artillery ports and missile silos were taken out before they had a chance to fire...

But as their name implied, they were merely mosquitoes, and the Warworld is a massive beast.

One flew straight into a firing plasma beam, and was vaporized instantly. Another was caught as the Warworld's main cannon fired and had parts of its hull pulled by the blast's force, sending the ship itself flying away out of control...
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"Mosquitoes are getting killed out there, Scorponok." Barrage said.

"Skullgrin, Browning, Barrage, Skullcruncher, Flywheels, fire our weapons!" Scorponok yelled. "Once we sting this beast, we will take a hit and we go to phase two of our plan!"

The Warworld's weaponry included 4 x 40 inch Quintuple gun turrets optimised for ground attack, 12 x 10 inch quick firing guns in twin turrets 8 x Medium rail gun turrets, 2 Heavy Particle Beam Cannons, 9 Heavy Pulse Cannon Turrets, 4 Medium Pulse Cannon Turrets, 9 Light Pulse Cannon Turrets, a Missile armament, 12 Large Missile Silos, 16 Small Missile Silos and numerous small calibre AA emplacements.

All of these opened fire on the Warworld as Scorponok's mad driving brought the battleship closer to the worldship.

(OOC: Warcry, your call on the damage done by the Fearless)
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Asteroid Belt

He had been trained for this, subzero flight environment.

Webweaver sat nestled in the small Micromater-scaled fighter ship, four spider limbs resting on various fire buttons. Replying to Whisper, he said, "Hammerhead leader, this is Remora leader. My squad is ready. Is the whale on its way?"

optimusskids
2011-10-07, 05:33 PM
Asteroid Belt

Whisper smiled

"Remora leader indeed he is lets go harpoon ourselves a big one. All units engage now."

Bridge Fearless


Venom stretched his fingers


"Skorponok Sir there is one more thing while she is convinced we're an Imperial ship we could just knock on the door of her hangar ay and she'd let us in."

Blackjack
2011-10-09, 06:45 AM
Bridge, Fearless

"I don't think they'll be waiting for us with a refuelling crew, Venom." Scorponok told the Insecticon. "More with a bunch of bombs they're ready to detonate. I say we weaken their defenses with our asteroid crew, before ramming this warship straight into Warworld's hangar bays and tear into them like a boarding crew."

Scorponok swung the Fearless to the right, hard, to avoid a third blast from the Warworld. "Though if you can, send the Vampires instead into their hangar bays. That should keep the Imperials busy."

optimusskids
2011-10-09, 11:52 AM
Asteroid Belt

Whisper's 4 ship squadron plunged down firing at the Warworld as they did so thrusters ignited on some of the asteroids sending them also plunging down towards the Warworld.

~*~

Bridge Fearless

Venom replied

"aye aye Captain."

He opened a com link

"All Vampire units am sending Warworld hangarbay overide now get in there and make mayhem."

Blackjack
2011-10-09, 02:00 PM
Bridge, Fearless

"Whisper's team is attacking the Warworld, commander." Barrage said, sitting on the control seat of one of the rail gun turrets.

"Excellent!" Scorponok growled, as the battle neared the Asteroid Belt. He nodded at Venom. "That, coupled with the disabling of weapons, should distract the Imperials long enough... for... Trypticon, Leozak, Jury Rig, how are things on your part?"
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Asteroid Belt

Webweaver followed Whisper's crew, flying towards the Warworld with his own four-Con squadron.

optimusskids
2011-10-09, 06:25 PM
Space Station

Jury Rig replied as he sat at the tactical station upon the Decepticons repurposed undersea base.

"am controlling the kinetic projectiles (ie the asteroids) towards the Warworld."

Warcry
2011-10-10, 06:34 PM
(OOC: Quiet you, you know what I mean! Now go to the Protihex thread with your shuttle-riders!)

Bridge, Warworld

Afterburner let out a disbelieving groan as the Warworld was rocked by incoming fire. He looked down at his status board and scowled as he saw the shields' power dropping. "Snare, you simpleton! We're alone in enemy territory and surrounded by hostiles! Obviously they're using the Fearless's databases to change their IFF frequency so they register as a friendly. Turn off the IFF entirely and designate the ship as a target manually. It's not as if there are a glut of friendly vessels that we must worry about damaging with friendly fire, is there?"

He saw the steam of Vampires arcing toward them and laughed. "What do they think they're doing?"

"They're heading for the hangar bays, sir," the ship's sensor officer reported. "They're transmitting override codes to the hangar doors!"

"Well, good for them," Afterburner said dismissively. "It's a shame that I changed all the codes thirty seconds after we left Cybertron orbit the last time." Stroking his chin, he said, "Trooper, what's your name?"

"Robot Man X, sir."

Afterburner gave the soldier a funny look. "Seriously? That's the most absurd name I've ever heard." Shaking his head, he continued. "Have the computer transmit an acknowledgement code to them. Make it look like they'll be able to get aboard. Then, once they're within a kilometre of us close the hangars and have the flak cannons open up."

"As you command, sir." Robot Man X swivelled around and set to work. "Oh, and since you asked...it was a code name, sir. But it sort of stuck and everyone uses it now."

"In that case, you have my condolences." Swivelling his chair, Afterburner looked at Talon. "You, get us closer to the Fearless and let me know once we're in tractor beam range. I don't want her getting away."

optimusskids
2011-10-11, 06:55 AM
Space Station Vulcan

Jury Rig opened a com link

"am steering the kinetic projectiles towards the Hangar Bay they should be most effective. Warn the Vampiresto watch out for them."

Hammerhead Flight


Whisper mused

"what are those Vampires doing mmm heading for the hangar bay yessss. but to get to the hangar bay their must be a gap in the shields yess"

He opened a com link

"To all Hammerhead units follow those Vampires but when you're a couple of kilometres out break right and left we'll get in between the shield and the ship yess.

Blackjack
2011-10-11, 11:31 AM
Bridge, Warworld

Snare let out a dramatic sigh. "Fine, great capitan." Snare pressed a few buttons, and disabled the entire IFF system. "Done. Reestablishing target lock, Afterburner..."

Either way they'll die, what's the different.

"Robot Man X? Seriously?" Snare voiced out loud. "You have the most stupid name I've ever heard."

"Get close, yessir." Talon told Afterburner.
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Bridge, Fearless

The Warworld opened fire again, shearing off a chunk of the Fearless' weapons emplacements, and reducing a good portion of the Fearless' shieldings. "Too close for comfort. We're turning away." Scorponok muttered. "Whatever Starscream and Trypticon are doing, I hope it comes soon."

Barrage informed the Vampire pilots. "Kinetic projectiles are coming your way, watch out for them."

"Venom, have they seen through your trick? Warn our fliers if so." Scorponok said. "They seemed to aim pretty well now." Scorponok spun the Fearless' steering wheel like a madman. "Full speed, we're going to pass the Warworld and lead it to Polyhexian airspace!"
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"Remora boarders, follow me! Find an exhaust port, or anywhere to land- dammit!"

The ship beside that of Webweaver's blew up in a ball of flame. They were recovering... whatever moment of respite Scorponok brought for them, they've lost it.

optimusskids
2011-10-11, 06:25 PM
Bridge Fearless

Venom looked at his controls .

"It would seem they are targetting manually, I suggest immediate evasive action."

~*~

Space Station Vulcan

Jury Rig flipped some switches.

"Skystalker looks like you're up."


aboard the remnants of the former Imperial Destroyer Rapier now reborn as the Warhammer


Skystalker smiled

"When I destroy the Warworld then I can take my rightful place in the Decepticon hierarchy."

The Warhammer was a monstrosity the aft section of the former Imperial destroyer had been grafted onto an enormous asteroid which had been fashened into a crude ram and then coated with layer after layer of ice for further armour. Perched on top of this was Skystalkers shuttle attached to the destroyers fuselage and allowing him to control the monster.

Skystalker flicked a control and the former destroyers engines sprang to life.

He piloted it towards the Warworld.

Blackjack
2011-10-12, 11:50 AM
Bridge, Fearless

"You don't say-" Scorponok growled as another blast from the Warworld slammed onto the port side of the Fearless.

"Shields at 45 per cent and failing!" Barrage informed Venom and Scorponok, calm as ever as he continued his fire at the Warworld.

"Unacceptable. Not yet. Browning, reroute powers from the lights and cooling systems to shields." Scorponok growled. "The rest of you- FIRE EVERYTHING!"

Scorponok jerked the controls, trying to aim the Fearless so it would dive under the Warworld, and hopefully dive towards Polyhex, in range of whatever weapon Megatron's bunch had built.

Where the hell was Trypticon and the Breast Force?
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Bridge, Warworld

Talon chuckled. The throwbacks are trying to dive under the Warworld? Not at his watch. He was an expert at diving down and-

"What in the name of Liege Juxtapo-?"

Talon's deep, thuggish voice broke out at a mewl as he saw the massive asteroid controlled by Skystalker shoot towards the Warworld. Little piddly rocks were nothing... this-

"Focus." Snare sighed. "We are on the Warworld. Angle it upwards to shoot the rock."

Warcry
2011-10-13, 02:11 AM
Bridge, Warworld

Robot Man X glared at Snare. "At least I look like an Imperial. Didn't you get the memo that we're supposed to wear uniform colours?"

Afterburner held up his hand. "Silence, minions. You can bicker once the throwbacks are dead."

"Aye, sir. Enemy boarding vessels age closing to range," Robot Man X reported. Then he worked his console. "Hangar bay doors secure. Flak cannons opening fire." He tapped at his keyboard again before adding, "All secondary external hatches secure, sir."

"Good work. I--" he broke off, swinging his attention back to Snare and Talon.

"Fools! Our vessel's shields and structural integrity is more than enough to survive a collision of this magnitude. The Decepticons' ship, however, is not. Do not change course or divert your attention from your assigned tasks. Close range with the Fearless and make sure that they will be immolated if their crude weapon manages to hit us."

Then he spun to face yet another soldier. "Eagle Eye, activate target the asteroid with our kinetic rockets and knock it as far off-course as you can."

"You got it, boss."

Blackjack
2011-10-14, 08:21 AM
Bridge, Warworld

"This is my uniform colour, weird-name-guy." Snare told Robot Man X. "I am a Predator. Our colours are synonymous with death."

"I can clock his head in?" Talon asked Snare, his voice growling with irritation. "Pleeass, Snare?"

"You heard the captain." Snare told Talon. "Shoot first, bicker later."

Snare sighed mentally. This was all exciting, space battles and everything, but it gets old rather fast. They'll kill the Fearless, and then the last Transformers against them would be wiped out... and a life of boredom afterwards.

Talon shrugged. "Aye, sirs. Maintaining course."

"Susan is recharging. Firing in five, four, three, two-"
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Bridge, Fearless

"It's charging up for another shot, sir!" Barrage yelled.

"Damn it, does it not have a recharge cycle?" Scorponok snarled. The Fearless was barely angled to fly underneath the Warworld. Never mind. With a body that size, the ship doesn't really need a long recharge cycle. Did the smaller ships have a better time? "Vampires, report!"

Only static replied Scorponok.

"Damn." Scorponok growled. "Fine. Another trick, then. Ready the modified booster rockets."

Scorponok slammed his claw down on a button, and several additional engines slid out of the Fearless' rear section, added by Excavator and other engineers some time prior. It gave the Fearless a boost forwards, allowing it to dodge the Warworld's cannon blast, taking it underneath the Warworld.

optimusskids
2011-10-14, 08:31 AM
The Warhammer accelerated towards the Warworld.

Ontop of his new charge Skystalker laughed manaiclly as he fired his shutles weapons from its mounting.

He fired laser cannons, cluster bombs, accelerator beams, air-to-air missiles, and nose cone modulator that emits earth-shaking sonic booms.

Grinning he charged up the atom scrambler that disintergrates objects in seconds and fired it .


~*~

Hammerhead flight had broken left before the deluge of AA fire from the hangar bay had engulfed the Vampires.

tucked between the forecefield and the ships hull they ranged firing at targets of opportunity.

Warcry
2011-10-16, 06:27 AM
Bridge, Warworld

Robot Man X looked up at Afterburner. "There appear to be small vessels between our screens and our hull, strafing us."

"Yes," Afterburner said contemptuously. "Because that will make a big difference against a ship that's the size of a moon. A brave action, I suppose, if not an especially efficient or useful one. Still, kill them. Just to be sure, you understand..."

"Will do."

Then Eagle Eye piped up. "Sir, the asteroid isn't getting knocked off course at all. It'll hit us in sixty seconds."

"A minor quibble," Afterburner told him.

"Also, it's firing heavy weapons at us. Assorted missiles and energy beams. They're also trying to use a sonic cannon of some sort."

"Don't they realize that our current engagement is located in planetary orbit, far from a suitable location for that?"

"You can ask them yourself when they park their big rock inside our starboard flank," Eagle Eye told him.

"Oh, fine," Afterburner relented. "Transfer some extra power to the shields on that side, but don't reduce our speed or firepower in the process."

Blackjack
2011-10-16, 08:27 AM
Bridge, Warworld

"I'd recommend evasive action from the asteroid, then get back to chasing the Fearless," Snare said out loud, "But I know you won't listen, Afterburner. Talon, angle the Warworld downwards! I can't get a shot lined up."

Talon scowled. "Moving, moving, but the Warworld isn't a fighter jet, Snare."

"Fire the AA batteries at them." Snare said. "Charging up Susan, now get me in range!"
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Bridge, Fearless

"We're out of the range of the Warworld's main cannon," Barrage informed Scorponok, "But they're moving to adjust. And we can't pull off a trick like that again, not with our aft facing the Warworld."

"It will suffice. Flywheels, Barrage, aim all our weapons towards the Warworld and keep firing. Venom, reroute power to our rear hull shields. As for myself, I'm setting course... to Polyhex." Scorponok growled. If Skystalker's little meteor attack didn't slow the Warworld down, then their only chance was Starscream using whatever it is he has down there to slow down the moon-sized vessel.

If Starscream can't do anything?

Well, Scorponok will ram the Fearless straight into the heart of the Warworld itself.

optimusskids
2011-10-16, 09:07 AM
Inside Shields

"This is Hammerhead leader We're unlikely to find an unguarded exhaust port so the plan A is to find the barrel of the main gun and destroy it and if possible propell a charge down the length of the barrel into the heart of the Warworld. However thats not our only plan Hammerhead 3 and 4 start laying the minefield. Having mines inside their own shields should cause them a few headaches. The mines will be inside the safety zone of many of their weapons and once released the mines may well bounce off the ship into the Warworld. As we're inside their shields they're going to have to send their own attck craft after us so watch your sixes people."

Whisper banked sharply to avoid a gun turret as he skimmed over the skin of the warworld at extreme low altitude.

Fearless, Bridge



Flywheels nodded.


"targetting aft dorsal 40 inch turret now. Firing now."

Warhammer

Flattop grimaced as he sat in the shuttle pigbacked on the shuttle pigbacked on the former Destroyer. He paused the calming tape of sea noises and

He leaned over the coms panel.

"um Skystalker surely the sonic wepon won't work out here."

~*~

Skystalker grunted and checked the weapons status.

"Computer cease firing nose conemodulator. When I said fire all weapons I should have specified all appropriate weapons."

He commed Flattop

"Your vigilance is appreciated and will be rewarded once I achieve my rightful place in the hierarchy."

Blackjack
2011-10-16, 09:40 AM
Remora Shuttle

"This is suicide." Webweaver told Whisper. "Still, good hunting, Hammerhead leader. We are going to do our attempt of suicide, attempting to board and sabotage the main gun."

That said, the remaining three aptly-named Remora vessels shot towards the main cannon, deploying claw-like extensions and clamping onto the hull of the Warworld, right beside the charging main cannon.

Warcry
2011-10-19, 05:31 AM
Bridge, Warworld

"If you know I won't listen," Afterburner mused, "why do you waste both your time and mine with your inane prattle, Snare? "If I wanted your opinion, rest assured I would ask for it."

Robot Man X interrupted. "Sir, the fighters inside our shield envelope are starting to deploy mines."

"Why aren't they dead yet?" Afterburner demanded.

"Poor starship design?" Eagle Eye offered.

"Quiet, you." Afterburner sighed. "OK then. No more playing around. Is the hull plating still polarized?"

"Of course," Robot Man X told him.

"Good. In that case, I want you to flood the volume between our hull and our shields with rocket propellant. Once it's full enough, ignite it and burn the interlopers off of our hide."

Robot Man X gaped at him for a second before shrugging and saying, "Alright, then. Releasing gas now."

Eagle Eye chipped in. "About that asteroid..."

"For the last time," Afterburner told him, "Shut up about the asteroid! It is absolutely, positively, undoubtedly not a threat!"

optimusskids
2011-10-19, 06:03 AM
Space

aboard the aforementioned asteroid

Skystalker closed the distance as the Warhammer drew ever closer.

"soon I will be a hero and that will seal my ascent into my rightful place in the decepticon hierarchy."

Blackjack
2011-10-19, 12:26 PM
Bridge, Warworld

"So it will go on record that I was against this." Snare told Afterburner, as he charged up Susan again, tracking the Fearless. "But if you say so. It's your ship, after all, and you're the captain."

Telepathy, Snare thought. -Talon, this isn't going to work. Faceless over here refuses to believe that the meteor can hurt the Warworld-

-What do we do, then?- Talon asked dumbly. -You want to take over, Snare? You know I'm behind you. I mean, we're Predators and he's a lousy Skyscorcher-

-I... tempting as it is, no- Snare narrowed his optics as he repeated his firing cue. "Firing in five, four-" -I want Afterburner... humbled. Besides, what fun is it if we blow everything up at once?-

-...-

-What?-

-Skyquake and Stalker are almost dying and you want fun-

-Oh, Talon, you want to fight too, I know it. 'Quake and Stalker just picked fights they cannot win alone. Me? Well, I'm just bored-

-You scare me sometimes, Snare, and I'm supposed to be the violent thug-

-Don't I know it-
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Webweaver, scuttling along in spider mode was about to enter the exhaust port near the Warworld's main cannons, when gas started to spew out from said port, and nearby vents.

Gas? What was this, nerve gas or something...

Webweaver's eight eyes widened in horror. Gesturing at the other two Micromasters that made up Remora squad, Webweaver screamed, "Get back to the shuttles, get back-"

The rocket fuel was ignited, and it started a chain reaction which blew all the Remora shuttles apart, as well as burning the Decepticons. Webweaver, still hanging with what remained of his eight legs, watched as the shuttles floated away, as does the corpses of his teammates. He himself was hanging on with his spider legs...

And the cannon fired, and Webweaver was sucked into the beam, screaming.
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Bridge, Fearless

The Fearless shot towards Polyhex, the latest blast from the Warworld grazing its top and burning off a layer of the Imperial starship's hull.

"Hull integrity at 76 per cent!" Browning squeaked.

Scorponok growled, as he spun the Warworld around, maneuvring in anticipation of another blast. The Warworld's blasts are timed, timed.... all he needed to do was to hold out. Just hold out... Opening a commlink, he contacted Skystalker first. "Skystalker, how is progress on your part? How long until impact?"

Then Darkmount. "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."

optimusskids
2011-10-19, 04:27 PM
Warhammer

Skystalker rammed the levers on the duplicate thrust controls for the destroyer through the gate and laughed.

" oh i'd say 32 no 31 , 29 seconds you get the idea........"

His hand rested on a control that would blow the explosivebolts and let his shuttle float free..

He opened a com link to the Warworld and pressed a button the notes of the good ship lollipop rang through the com system.

"Slag Flatop, I said ride of the Valkyries its slaggin traditional or something."

~*~

Warworld

[B]Tailwind flipped his shuttle through 180 degrees as he saw the boiling cloud of flame come towards him . He could race away round the planetoid that was the Warworld and perhaps buy him some precious time.
The ever cowardly Nightflight was quick to copy his comrade.

Stormcloud was not so lucky never the smartest tool in the box and lacking the reflexes being a professional coward gave his comrade his shuttle was engulfed int cloud of boiling flame. It's hull plates began to melt as he let out a long piercing scream.

"Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Blackjack
2011-10-19, 04:54 PM
Bridge, Warworld

"The heck?" Talon blinked in confusion as some weird music rang through the Warworld. He looked at Snare and Afterburner, confusion in his optics. "Wuz it something I pressed? Did I press somethin' wrong?"

"No, Talon." Snare said, sighing. "It's the bloody throwbacks."
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Bridge, Fearless

"Acknowledged." Scorponok told Skystalker, then winced as Storm Cloud's dying scream filled the room, apparently the Micromaster did not switch off his transmitter before his death. Scopronok did not have any love for the Air Strike Patrol after their betrayal so many years ago, but they were Decepticons. Not these knockoffs.

optimusskids
2011-10-20, 06:36 PM
Warhammer


Skystalker pressed the control firing the explosive bolts seconds before the nose of the ram ship would hit the Warworlds shields.


~*~

Whisper positioned his craft just behid a flak position, unseen ready to boost off at full power and make a break throught the shields opening when the gun fired.

Blackjack
2011-10-21, 03:50 AM
Bridge, Warworld

"Impact in five, four, three-" Snare droned out from his console, clearly apathetic to whether Afterburner moved the ship or not.

Either way is fine with him...

Warcry
2011-10-21, 06:17 AM
Bridge, Warworld

"Don't get in our line of fire," was Soundwave's only response to Scorponok's transmission. Seven seconds later, Darkmount's giant cannon would fire.
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Bridge, Warworld

Eagle Eye groaned. "They've led us into a textbook trap," he said. "A giant surface-based weapon's platform has just fired on us."

Afterburner scoffed. "Pah! No matter. These throwbacks are no match for our technical prowess. How bad can it be?"

"They fired one shot and it was enough to perturb Cybertron's orbit by half a degree."

"Oh."

The ship rattled slightly.

"That's it?" Afterburner demanded.

"No," Eagle Eye told him. "That was the first part of the blast -- an ion spread to be precise. It's opened up a gaping hole in our ventral shields. The second part of what they shot -- the slower, more massive part -- will be flying through that hole in, oh, five seconds or so. Oh, and the meteor will hit us a second later. You idiot."

"How dare you, you ignorant--"

Afterburner's rant was cut off as the hull-breach alarms sounded.
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The Decepticon breaching pods slammed into the Warworld's hull, driving deep inside on slightly divergent courses, taking each pod's crew to a different sector of the ship as each one burned off it's momentum through the friction of slicing through one deck after another before finally coming to a stop.

Before he exited his own ship, Soundwave sent a transmission to his men.

"Decepticons, report status."

optimusskids
2011-10-21, 06:28 AM
The remaining elements of the Attack forces stuck within the shield were not slow to react.

They piloted their ships into the breaches created by the breaching pods

Blackjack
2011-10-21, 07:44 AM
Bridge, Fearless

"Hang on, men!"

At Soundwave's reply, Scorponok put the Fearless into a sharp turn, breaking the Imperial ship hard to the starboard side, allowing Soundwave's pods to zip past.

Scorponok spun the steering wheel of the Fearless hard, growling as he brought the massive ship around, completing a 180-degree rotation.

"Whisper! They made an opening for you! Get in there and help them!" Scorponok yelled.

Once the Fearless had made a complete rotation, Scorponok narrowed his eyes. "Full speed ahead, Decepticons. Fire everything! We board the Warworld." And indeed, all of the Fearless' powerful engines and weapons activated as the Imperial ship shot towards the Warworld.
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Bridge, Warworld

"Breach." Snare said, deadpan, although it was rather redundant. "Impact from the Polyhex cannon. Impact from the meteor. And now, impact from the Fearless which is trying to ram onto us."

"Primitive." Talon nodded. "But hitting always works."

"Agreed. Charging up the main cannon. The least we can do is to take out the Fearless. Aim us, Tal-"

The Warworld fired, but the impact from Skystalker's meteor (OOC: can I assume it impacted?) broke the target lock and the beam missed the Fearless by that much.
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Warworld

Pod number three's door slid open, and out from it came several razor-sharp tiny cards which sliced through the brains of the Imperial Stormtroopers that came to investigate, followed by Zaptrap, Salvo and Shothole which expanded into their full-size insect modes and began feasting on the stormtroopers.

Blackjack came out a short while later, wrist card-launchers deployed and carrying two Micromaster-sized shotguns. "Soundwave, this is Blackjack. We're in."
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Pod number two, likewise slid open. Shrapnel was the first one out, transforming into robot mode immediately and lobbing a thunderbolt from his antennae at the first Imperial he saw, then spraying the room they landed in with shrapnel from his left arm.

Shrapnel let loose a loud, ear-piercing cry as he did so.

Needler scuttled out soon afterwards, visibly glad to be out of the cramped space. Bombshell buzzed out, disconnected the cerebro shell control over Needler and transformed into robot mode. Needler scuttled up Bombshell's body and transformed around Bombshell's head to form his helmet.

Bombshell's mortar launcher followed suit, opening fire. "Kickback, Retcon, let us play."

Shrapnel responded to Soundwave. "Soundwave, the Insecticons are in, in."
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Aimless was not as proactive as Blackjack or the Insecticons, and instead stared dumbly at the console in front of him even when the pod has halted to a stop, waiting for Howlback or Overkill to say something.

optimusskids
2011-10-21, 05:52 PM
(ooc oops i can't even edit it the edit buttons disappeared off screen."

Bridge Fearless

Venom studied a screen.

"I may be paranoid but I suggest you attack the Warworld from the side away from Polyhex.

~*~

Whisper and the remanants of Hammerflight and a couple of survivors from the other flights had entered the holes.


~*~

Skystalkers Shuttle


The shuttle tumbled end over the end as the shock of the Warhammers impact battered it like a childs toy in a gale.

Flatop his pod shaken free by the xplosion and the control damaged tumble down towards Cybertron.

Warworld


Retcon staggered out of the pod.


"Cheese , chees egive me cheese now."

He shook his head

"a little disorintated there."

Warcry
2011-10-24, 05:07 AM
Bridge, Warworld

"This is intolerable!" Afterburner ranted. "I'm surrounded by idiots! How am I supposed to defeat this rabble of insufferable throwbacks when my own army is conspiring to make the Empire look like a bevy of imbeciles! The lot of you will suffer for this! Suffer greatly and in new ways that have yet to be imagined by any by my own brilliant--"

Afterburner's tirade was mercifully cut short as he looked down at the new hole that had been punched through his torso. He let out a small squeak, then collapsed to the ground.

"Well, that was a long time coming," Eagle Eye said as he holstered his radar cannon. "This crap never would have happened when Windrazor was in charge. Talon, Snare, gather our security forces and prepare to repel the boarders. Robot Man X, assemble a team here and make sure the bridge doesn't get breached."

Robot Man X stared at the Skyscorcher in confusion for a few seconds, then shrugged and said, "Sure thing."

Hitting the intercom control, he said, "Skyscorcher Wing, form up outside main engineering and wait for my arrival."
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Howlback ejected, flying out of the pod and landing on her feet as she transformed to beast mode. Overkill and Enemy followed her out, looking around in the darkened room.

"Where we at?" Enemy asked, confused.

Overkill swung his tail, splitting open a crate that spilled out its' contents.

"Spare machine parts," he said after taking a questionably-wise sniff and bite out of them.

Howlback nodded. "Good," she said. "That means we're probably not in a well-trafficked part of the ship. We should be able to find something to destroy before we run into anyone who'll be able to slow us down."

Seeing that the Nebulan hadn't moved, she snapped, "Aimless, get out here!"
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Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Soundwave quickly consulted a nearby wall map, then responded to his troops. "What are your locations?" he asked. "I am near the main engine room."

Howlback reported in. "We seem to be in the cargo storage sector."

As he waited for the rest of his teams to report, he tapped the button on his chest and said. "Ravage: eject. Operation: forward scout."

The black feline transformed in mid-air and began to slink forward, all but disappearing in the shadows.
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???, Warworld

(OOC: Blackjack, it's up to you where they ended up.)

Kickback jumped out of the pod -- literally. Using his powerful insect-mode legs, he shot out of the pod with so much force that he flew through three Imperials before coming to a stop part-way through the fourth. Then he transformed to robot mode, and that fourth Imperial exploded in a cloud of shrapnel.

"Right," he said as he retrieved his submachine gun from his chest compartment, "let's do this!"
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Fuel Storage, Warworld

One of the pods of Insecticon clones burst open, and the bugs inside immediately began gorging themselves on the energon cubes that filled the room they'd landed in.
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Environmental Control, Warworld

The other pod of clones erupted inside an occupied room. Without a thought given over to their orders, the Insecticons set to work butchering the unarmed technicians and modestly-armed security team that filled the spacious chamber.

Blackjack
2011-10-24, 12:34 PM
Bridge, Warworld

"Oh, fer Liege Maximo's sake-" Snare began, but Eagle Eye shut Afterburner up mid-rant, something that the Predator is infinitely thankful for.

Talon let out a surprised yelp, then turned to face Snare, asking for guidance.

Snare shrugged, "Idiot had it coming."

Talon winced. -His own teammate killed 'im, Snare...- Talon squeaked in his deep tone through their mental link.

Snare replied, -Le Capitan is too overconfident. He deserves it. No, Talon, I'm not going to shoot you for no reason.-

-So we follow him?-

-I sure as hell don't want to be in a leadership position. Let Skyquake and Falcon and these Skyscorchers do their leadership games. You and I, we're simple fighters.-

Talon pulled the pilot he relieved to relieve him and stood up, and began barking orders, summoning the security detail.

Snare, however, haven't moved from the main cannon's firing port, knowing that Eagle Eye is far more approachable than the pompous Afterburner. He turned to Eagle Eye. "What about the Fearless, Eagle Eye? They seem to be turning around towards us."
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

"Uhm. Yeah."

Aimless moved out of the pod, wincing as some of his bones cricked as he unfurled himself from the ball he had became while cooped up in the pod. "What do we do, uh, miss?" Aimless asked Howlback uncertainly.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

"Bombers, Kicker, Retcon, cover me, me!" Shrapnel dived towards a nearby computer panel. Extending both his index fingers, he stabbed them into the panel, and electricity began to sparkle and crackle wildly, flowing both into and out of Shrapnel.

Bombshell, meanwhile, opened fire at the Imeprials with the mortar cannon on his head and on his hand, the helmet-mode Needler joining in with small machine-gun fire occasionally.

"Got it, it." Shrapnel replied triumphantly, pulling his fingers out of the now-fried computer panel, which was all but a black goop of fried, burnt circuits. He lobbed the excess electricity as a ball of lightning towards another Imperial. "Soundwave, we're in the Crew's Cabin, Section A, A. Explains for all the silly stormtroopers around here, here."

"Where can we go to that'll cause the most damage, Shrappers?" Bombshell asked. "You know, fuel reactors, ammunition dumps-"

"There is one over there, there." Shrapnel pointed towards one end of a corridor, but more Imperial Stormtroopers filed in. "But we'll have to fight our way through, through."
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Laboratories, Warworld

"Soundwave, this is Blackjack and the Insecticon Clones." Blackjack reported, making use of his smaller size to jump across the bodies of Imperial guards, firing shotgun rounds onto their faces, launching razor-sharp cards at those further away. "We appear to be in some kind of lab facility, though the pod's landing kind of blew up whatever they were working at."

Shothole blinked once, and raised his sub-machine gun and began firing onto a guard not engaging Blackjack, before transforming into grasshopper mode and launching himself at the still-living Imperial, and began eating him.

While Blackjack and Shothole attacked the guards, Zaptrap and Salvo were tearing into the surprised technicians with gusto, transforming into their insect modes and beginning to feed. "Pudding! Pudding!" They chanted.

All things considered, the Clones were doing well... as well as anything the Insecticons could've bred out, anyway.

optimusskids
2011-10-25, 11:16 AM
Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld


Nightflight staggered out of his shuttle and followed the sounds into the crew quarters followed by Tailwind

~*~

Laboratories, Warworld

Whisper moved cautiously into the room followed by 2 troopers.

pistol held in one hand.


Impact Site Warhammer


Snarler staggered out of the wreckage looking very queasy.

annoyed at being sidelined on bureaucratic duties he'd hidden in a crate hoping to be loaded onto one of the attack ships. Unfortunately where he had landed was on the Warhammer and he had been very lucky that the crate had been in the aft of the former destroyer.

His shell staggered out after him and was violently sick.

Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Two survivors of the attacking ships nosed their ships along the passage of the projectile. They had seen their colleagues melted alive so they were not happy and spoiling for a fight

Blackjack
2011-10-25, 02:05 PM
Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Bombshell glanced as Nightflight and Tailwind came in, very nearly opening fire at them. "Whoa! Whoa, okay, you guys are with Gigatron, right? Follow us!"

"Backup, backup?" Shrapnel mused, as he dug his fingers onto an Imperial's skull and fried the trooper with a lethal dosage of electricity before tossing the corpse aside. "Things are getting on our way, way!"
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Laboratories, Warworld

"Pie!" Zaptrap whooped, pointing at Whisper and his two troopers as they entered the laboratories, and lunged at them.

"Stop! Zaptrap, heel!" Blackjack yelped, kicking off a table and firing a shotgun blast at a guard before launching a steel-sharp card at Zaptrap's back, causing the Insecticon Clone to yelp and rub at his back. "Bad beetle! Bad!"

Zaptrap pouted and looked at Blackjack as he landed on the dead guard's body. "No pie?"

"This one is pie." Blackjack pointed at the guard he just killed, then walked towards Whisper as the Insecticon clones devoured the disabled and dead guards. Blackjack walked towards the other Micromaster, grinning widely at meeting the other leader of the first Decepticon Micromaster Patrols. "Sorry about that, Whisper. The hired help isn't really stellar, but they do obey orders. How's your team?"
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Aimless, already jumpy, spotted the two Gigatron-allied attack ships and yelped, transforming into gun mode and started firing at them... which, of course, meant that every single one of his shots missed the ships, some of them actually somehow sailing towards Howlback and Overkill who were standing behind him.
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Bridge, Warworld

A terrible pain racked through Snare and Talon's minds, and both of them died... except that they did not.

They felt Skyquake shot through the chest, his spark extinguished, his body parts clattering, his head falling down. Snare and Talon screamed in anguish. Talon stiffened like a rod, arms on his side and fingers extended, optics glazed. Snare fell onto his knees, clutching at his chest, optics wide, gasping hard.

The Warworld's cannon, for a few precious seconds, was left unmanned.
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Fearless

That few precious seconds was enough for the Fearless to gain the boost of speed it needed to go around the Warworld. Scorponok angled the Fearless towards the rear of the Warworld... and shot forwards, intent on ramming the smaller warship onto the worldship.

"BRACE FOR IMPACT!" Scorponok yelled. "Barrage, Skullgrin, Venom, FIRE EVERYTHING!"

Barrage and Skullgrin immediately obeyed, manning the stations and opening fire like madmen onto the Warworld. Barrage was calm, like the war machine he is, optics taking in the sight of the rapidly-approaching Warworld. Skullgrin was calculating the possibilities of the angle of entry killing them, found out that he did not care, and let out a savage yell as he launched the entire contents of a missile farm at the Warworld.

optimusskids
2011-10-26, 05:37 AM
Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Tailwind shrugged.

"looks like we're here to help. What's the plan ? My colleague here despite being a snivelling weasly coward is a quite good spy. Sneaking about is hos speciality . Pull up a map of the Warworld Night?

Nightflight harumphed.

"Always with the snappy intros Tail. Looks like we're in the crew quarters."

Laboratories, Warworld


Whisper nodded

"what, you see is what we've got I don't know what's happened to the others. Stormcloud I know is dead boiled alive. So i'm itching for some payback."

optimusskids
2011-10-26, 05:42 AM
Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Strike in the lead ship charged his cannon and prepared to fire on Aimless.

First though he opened a com link

"you killed my friends Imperial scum prepare to die."

Fearless

Venom's fingers flew over the controls

as he fired the Fearless' weaponry.


Warworld


Snarler bonded back with his shell.

He lumbered to the door and peered through it.

Warcry
2011-10-27, 04:54 AM
Bridge, Warworld

Eagle Eye turned to look over his shoulder at Snare. "They'll be boarding us," he said matter of factly. "It's a point of pride for all the Decepticons, but Scorponok in particular seems the type."

He shrugged.

"Besides, our shields are down and we can't maneuver with an asteroid driven into our flank. It's not like there's anything we can actually do about them right now, so we might as well focus on the problems we can solve."
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Howlback bristled at being called 'miss'. "Look for the exit," she told Aimless brusquely. "Overkill, go with him. Enemy and I will examine the cargo to see if there's anything in here we can use.

Overkill hopped over to the Nebulan and said, "I guess we're partners, eh? I'd just better warn you, you're too big for me to use in gun mode. At least, until I get that Grimlock-based body I keep asking for. I mean, Ravage and Rumble and Frenzy get big cars to drive around in, but I ask for a giant destructive dinosaur and they say no. Can you imagine?"

Enemy wandered over to Howlback and asked listlessly, "So what do I do?"

"Duck!" Howlback barked as Aimless started to spray the room with fire. After she'd successfully flattened herself against the floor, she hissed, "Cease fire, you idiot! They're friendlies! Or at least they were before you shot at them."

She activated her Feedbacker Shield, placing an impenetrable forcefield between her team and Gigatron's men as she yelled, "Hold your fire! We're here with Soundwave!"
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Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Soundwave listened to Shrapnel and Blackjack report, satisfied with where they'd landed. "Make your way to the nearest vital areas and do as much damage as you can. If you can disable the ship, so much the better. Don't destroy it though," he hastened to clarify. "After all, we're here because we want it back."
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Ravage slinked around the corner, peering out at a trio of Imperials who were setting up an impromptu checkpoint further down the hall. His ears perked up as he eavesdropped.

"Did Eagle Eye say what this was about?" the starch-white jet asked as he piled interlocking riot-blocks up to form a barricade across the hall.

"Nah," the baby-blue jet responded. "The bigwigs never tell us stuff like that, Airstrip."

"They should," Airstrip said bitterly. "We're SkyScorchers too, aren't we, Radar?"

The Radar shrugged. "So I'm told," he said as he added another block to his section of the barricade.

The bulkier, blue and green robot standing behind them grunted in annoyance. "Hurry up, you two! The Skirmish Patrol will be here any second, and I don't want them spreading any more lies about how the Block Team are a bunch of lazy slobs!"

"Things might go a bit faster if you pitched in, Control Tower!" Airstrip said, annoyed.

"Me? Hah! I'm supervising."

A smile slowly spread across Ravage's face. This was going to be easier than he thought.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Kickback grinned. "Why go through them when we can go around?" he asked Shrapnel.

He pressed his back to the nearest wall, then transformed to insect mode and kicked. The wall gave way, huge chunks of metal collapsing into the service tunnel that ran behind the wall.

"If you guys can hold the Stormies off, I'll go around and shoot them in the back. Who's with me?"

Blackjack
2011-10-28, 11:07 AM
Bridge, Warworld

Snare recovered from the lashback of Skyquake's death, and as he struggled back to the main gunnery station, he let out a very rude curse, and slammed his fist on the console.

"NO! Eagle Eye, the Fearless is ramming our rear! You, pilot, get us in cannon range!" No way was he letting a prey escape him, bored as he is. The Fearless' destruction was his responsibility, damn it!

Talon shook his head. Ignoring Snare, "Captain Eye, uh... why don't we just shoot the Warworld down at Protihex and Iacon just like when we were at Earth and kill everyone else? That way the Liege Maximo would have the boarders to worry about when he comes along to kill the throwbacks."
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Laboratory, Warworld

Whisper's words stopped Blackjack cold, and he was silent for a few seconds. Didn't know what's happened to the others... Stormcloud is dead... how would it feel, to see one's patrol-mate die?

Did Blackjack know what's happened to Detour, or Road Hugger, or Hyperdrive?

Were any of them dead?

Were they... dead?

If they are... if they are... Blackjack narrowed his optics. "Whisper... we'll get you that payback. Insecticlones, blow this laboratory up... without us in it. Whisper, you and your men, well, we're going to wreck this Warworld. Did you happen to see any maps or power generators while you entered?"
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

"Imperial scum?" Aimless asked, voice hollow as Strike replied. Howlback's order caused him to cease fire immediately.

"Wait! We're with Soundwave! We're with Soundwave!"

(OOC: Block Team? Didn't see that coming. :eyebrow:)
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Shrapnel tapped at his head. "Map's right here, Tailwind, Tailwind. Perks of being an electric manipulator, manipulator."

Bombshell chuckled as he mortared the Imperials with his horn-cannon. Cerebro shells? With these Imperials, whose minds had less personality than Salvo and Hardshell? Please. He was an Insecticon, but even he had standards. "Figures, the Imperials can build a Death Star but they can't make a firewall to block an idiot whose brain is so nonexistent that a million volts doesn't kill him."

"They have firewalls, firewalls. I just tore my way through them, them." Shrapnel nodded at Kickback's attempt. "Retcon, Tailwind, Nightflight... you guys are pretty quiet. Go with Kickback. Bombshell and his mortars, and me with my lightning, we'll make a glorious distraction."
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Bridge, Fearless

"BRACE FOR IMPACT!"

The Fearless flew like a javelin, tearing through what's left of the Warworld's shields, braving the mortars and small-arms fire that tore onto its hull... and slammed full-on into one of the hangars, tearing down the hangar doors with its firepower and smashing through the Imperial soldiers inside.

Before the debris even settled, Scorponok charged from the pilot's seat towards the Fearless' main window, and opened fire with his electro-stinger tail, roaring with rage. His Tyrant Spear and his Zarak Shield materialized on his claw and arm, and his weapons emplacement began gunning down anyone in his path.

"DECEPTICONS, ATTACK!"

Barrage followed suit, calmly shooting with his sonic cannon at anything that was moving. Anything. Drones, cameras, fuel tanks, soldiers, corpses... everything was blasted by the Insecticon. Browning transformed and actually had to expand into his gun mode, and Barrage caught the miniscule handgun and began using him to shoot.

Skullgrin's Pretender shell materialized around him... and all thoughts of clarity, of probability, is replaced by red rage. Letting out a monstrous howl, Skullgrin charged at a band of Imperials, blood-red eyes, goat skull horn and his massive set of teeth gleaming as he began to tore into them. "YOU! DIE!"

optimusskids
2011-10-29, 08:46 AM
Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Strike released his grip on the weapons toggle.

He opened a comlink

"I am going to land and disembark. My wingman will cover me."


Laboratories

Whisper spoke in a low throaty tone.

"Lets do that we're um" He paused "I mean I'm a spy. Of course we have maps. I mean I have one.

The tip of one finger slid aside

Whisper projected a map onto the wall .


Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Retcon shuffled nervously.

"I'll do my best , um Im a bit rusty I'm in propaganda and I've been locked up in a cell.

Nightflight put an arm around the Insecticon

"we can be cowards together , sneaky cowards who kill imperials before they see us coming."

~*~

Near Main Engineering, Warworld


A hideous concotion of Buffalo and dump truck (Squash Bison) rumbled up.

"I believe this is the appropriate location for the extra barricade materials. If you chaps don't mind assisting with the unloading I will unload them now."

He slowly started to tip his truckbed.

Bridge Fearless


Venom transformed and buzzed after Skorponok.

"Don't forget to assign a guard tot he Fearless we need to secure our egress, to prevent Imperials from raiding the Fearless , pillaging our databases and ambushing us from behind."

Warcry
2011-10-30, 05:17 AM
Bridge, Warworld

Eagle Eye nodded. "I expected that," he told Snare. "Sorry, when I said 'board us' I should have clarified. We're at the core of a flying moon and they're on a conventional -- if rather large -- starship. Be it weapons or ramming, they'd run out of energy before they dug a deep enough hole in the surface to reach us. There's literally nothing they can do to hurt us unless they come here and do it face to face."

He shrugged.

"Besides, bulk aside this is still a primitive hunk of throwback technology. It's not like we really care if they damage it, as long as we kill them in the end. If there's one thing I learned from Windrazor, it's when to make minor sacrifices on the road to a major victory."
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Howlback responded to Strike. "Acknowledged. We're lowering our weapons, but our protective shield will stay in place."

Enemy glared at Aimless. "If you put me in danger like that again, I'll pull your arms off!"

Overkill stepped between them. "You'll have to go through me first, Baby Rumble."

"Any time, anywhere, mini-Grimlock."
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Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Radar looked over at Squash Bison, a contemptuous expression on his face.

"You can't just dump them out," he said in horror. "They need to be colour-coded!"

Control Tower groaned. "We're making a blockade," he said impatiently, "not a colleseum! Not every assignment needs to be a work of art."

"Says you."

Airstrip watched the two of them, obviously irritated. "Just dump them anywhere," he told the transport. "We'll sort it out."

Still lurking in the shadows, Ravage slunk closer to the trio -- now quartet -- of Imperials. He primed his fusion bomblets and slid his claws from their sheaths.

Any second now...
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Kickback smiled as Retcon and the Micromasters followed him through his makeshift door.

"Just keep your eyes out for Imps," he told them. "If they can't get the jump on us, they won't be able to hurt us." Then an inspiration struck him. "And Retcon, make sure you record what's about to happen. Since Shrappers is jacked into their computer network, I figure we might make good propaganda if the enemy got to see their buddies dying like the fodder they are."

Once they made it to the other end of the shaft, he kicked out another door. Flying out, he transformed to robot mode and started firing his submachine gun at the Imperials' backs.

optimusskids
2011-10-30, 09:00 AM
Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Strike popped the hood of his fighter and scrambled down.

"Strike formerly of the micromaster Fighter bomber patrol and my wingman is Petard also formerly of the micromaster Siege patrol. We took some heavy casualties on the way in and we're here to crush some Imperial afts."

Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Squash Bison snorted.

"I know you like to look down on us from the Motor World programme but lots has changed since the initial experiments. I am not stupid dear boy. The blocks are numbered and come with a book of instructions. But I would say the task is simplicity in itself it hardly needs a degree in warp engineering."


Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Retcon perked up.

"That i can do full lights sound, subtext, agit prop , the works."

He rolled into his batle ball and weapons protuding from the sides rolled forward


Bridge Warworld


Snipe looked up from his console.

"Theyve penetrated the hangar bay Sir.The Fearless has impacted, Hangar bay 3 has um ceased to exist as has Store sections 37 through 52 and Auxilary armoury 5. The impact of the Fearless has slowed. Auxillary oil tank 17 is in danger unless she slows down as is Energon store 15. I 've lost sensors for that section the Fearless must have cut through the main sensor run.

He checked another sensor

"The Asteroid has obliterated Sector Seventeen through Twenty and I belive most of the remnants are now resting in that Hydroponics bay the throwbacks put in for their nebulan pets."

Blackjack
2011-10-30, 12:32 PM
Fearless

Scorponok nodded at Venom's words. "Of course. Our engineering crew, as well as Roadblock, Skullcruncher, Hooligan and Ruckus will remain with the Fearless and what's left of its weaponry. They will be sufficient to watch our backs."

The Fearless soon stopped its advance, and Scorponok leapt off the hull of the Imperial vessel, followed by Barrage, Skullgrin and presumably Venom as well.

"The rest of us, we take the Warworld."
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Bridge, Warworld

Snare nodded at Eagle Eye.

"Tell me again, Eye. Why did Afterburner got put in charge of this ship when clearly you or, heck, even me could do a better job?" Snare shook his head. "Never mind. Let's kill these throwbacks. So long as we are not the sacrifices, mind."

Turning to Snipe, Snare winced. "That sounded pretty bad."
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Aimless was pretty grateful that Overkill stood up for him, but Enemy scared the crap out of him. Without Misfire to protect him, Aimless guessed he must seem like an easy prey for the rest of these Decepticons.

Good thing for Overkill. Aimless shuffled behind Overkill and said "sorry" meekly. Whether it was directed at Overkill, Enemy, Howlback or Strike was uncertain, although it's likely it was all of them.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

As Kickback, Retcon and the Micromasters went around to attack the Imperial troops from the rear, Shrapnel and Bombshell kept a steady fire of lightning bolts, mortars, shrapnel grenades and tongues of flame at the troops.

Bombshell advanced forwards, firing mortars from his head-mounted horn as well as a wall of flame from the head-mounted Needler, who was clicking angrily. Behind him Shrapnel launched lightning bolts and shrapnel grenades into the crowd.

Trapped within this onslaught and the surprise attack from the rear, the Imperials' numbers began to fall en masse.

Shrapnel grinned as he ripped a hand off a corpse and began nibbling on it, whilst shooting lightning.
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Laboratories, Warworld

Blackjack chose not to comment on the 'we' part, knowing that he used that pronoun by mistake often enough. "Judging from the blur I saw from the way in, we're somewhere around here." Blackjack said, pointing at an area in the map. "Am I correct?"

He tried to ignore the munching of the Insecticlones behind him.

optimusskids
2011-10-30, 07:20 PM
Bridge Warworld

Snipe manipulated some controls

"Fortunatley most of the critical functions are based round the core. It does mean we've lost a third of our fighters and a third of the escape pods. The Hydroponics bay was merely a relic from the previous owners. Manoeuvrability is down 13% however and we've had to divert power to the shields, despite this they're dropping below 65%. I'm worried if whatever fired on us from the planet fires agin we'll be in big trouble."

Laboratories, Warworld


Whisper nodded.

"This is correct. If we head corewards we shall encounter some of the control and command functions and engineering spaces."


Cargo Bay #432, Warworld


Strike relaxed slightly.

"So do we have a plan of action?"

Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Retcon filmed everything even as he fired all his weapons.

Taking advantage of the available cover the two micromaster jets covered each other as they moved forward firing.

Blackjack
2011-10-31, 01:55 PM
Bridge, Warworld

"Then we should fire at, uh, Castle Darkmount." Snare suggested, as he inputted some data into a nearby console to call up what had fired onto them. "Make sure they don't fire back up at us. We don't have any men on Darkmount, don't we, Eagle Eye?"

All the talk was making Talon nervous. He pulled out his missile launcher, as well as a club from subspace, and gestured at a group of Predators. "We're going to go Decepticon-hunting, if you need us." Talon led his fleet out of the Bridge, listening to the chatter to find out where he was needed most.
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Laboratories, Warworld

"That's a long trek for us small-footed guys." Blackjack muttered as Whisper pointed out parts in the map. "But, hey, sabotage is what we Micromasters specialize in, eh? Rip cables apart, hope the big machine shuts down?"

Warcry
2011-11-01, 06:48 AM
Bridge, Warworld

Eagle Eye nodded as Snipe gave his report. "Yes, and I imagine by the time this is done things will be much worse -- especially if you rabble continue to ignore my orders to move out! We're being overrun by enemies, people! There will be time enough for recriminations once they're all dead."

He looked over at Snare and said, "That goes double for you. I'll happily join you in spitting on Afterburner's proverbial corpse once the day is won, but for now I have to insist that you follow Talon's lead and get moving. Snipe, get in touch with Tornado and Hawk and tell them to reinforce Block Team on the double. Engineering will be the first place the throwbacks strike. Robot Man X, take over weapons control and find out if we're even able to target anything on the surface anymore."

"Got it," the unfortunately-named trooper acknowledged.
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Howlback approached Strike and Petard, still moving cautiously. "You have my apologies for the mixup. One of my men is a bit...high strung."

There was a cat joke in there, but Overkill wisely kept him mouth shut.

Enemy just glared at Aimless, dimwitted hate in his eyes.
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Near Main Engineering, Warworld

"But I spent all those years in school!" Radar lamented when Squash Bison disparaged his education.

Control Tower scoffed. "Instructions? Do we look like hatchlings? We'll use the bricks to build whatever we want and it'll be twice as good as what the instructions tell us!"

Airstrip groaned. "You're not building anything, remember Mr. Supervisor?"

"I'll have you know I--agh!"

Ravage tore his claws through Control Tower's back at the same time as he sunk his teeth into the back of the SkyScorcher's neck, slicing through his control linkages. Then he vaulted toward a patch of shadow at one side of the corridor, muttering, "I don't know how one of you didn't do that to him ages ago..."
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Hearing the sounds of battle from around the corner, Soundwave tapped his chest button again.

"Buzzsaw: eject. Operation: Air support."
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Kickback grinned. "I knew you'd like it, Retcon."

He fired again, enjoying the sight of Imperial troops falling in mass numbers.
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Fearless

Horri-bull grunted his approval at Scorponok's plan. "I like the way you think, boss."

Beside him, Snapdragon spat out a wad of oil before saying, "Me too."

Windsweeper nodded. "I look forward to cleaning the Imperials out."

optimusskids
2011-11-01, 07:16 AM
Bridge, Warworld

Snipes fingers flew over the controls


"Aye , Aye Sir,"

He opened a com link

" Hawk and Tornado please report to main engineering."

~*~

Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Squash Bison sighed

"Just unload me i have other guard posts that need supplies. You can do whatever you want with the........

He stopped as a blur came from the shadows and attacked Control Tower.

"I believe the point is now moot , I suggest you all climb into my cargo bay wher eyou will benefit from my heavy armour plating and which will limit there avenues of attack as well as giving you the tactical advantage of the high ground."

Blackjack
2011-11-01, 07:49 AM
Bridge, Warworld

"Pyton, Bomber, with me." At Afterburner's order, Snare gestured at the two lesser Predators which resembled Skydive and Talon respectively.

Allowing Robot Man X to handle the main cannon, Snare and his minions transformed into jet modes and shot out of the Bridge, heading towards where most comm chatter was.
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Void Sections, Warworld

Talon and the group of nameless Predators shot through the void spaces that had been cleared out for ease of locomotion, heading straight towards the nearest infested area, namely one of the cargo bays. "Snare, Snipe, Cargo Bay's mine. Go find your own playgrounds."
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Aimless didn't trust himself say anything, meekly sticking close to Overkill, staying as far away as possible from Enemy.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

"This is almost too easy, easy!" Shrapnel chirped happily, ramming another thunderbolt into the face of an Imperial trooper. "Good thing Thunderwing isn't on board the Death Star... soon it'll be ours, ours!"

"Don't say things like that." Bombshell muttered.
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Fearless

"Well, come on then." Scorponok gestured at Horri-Bull, Snapdragon and Windsweeper. "Ruckus and the others can take care of the ship."

The Headmaster speared an Imperial tank with his Tyrant Spear, and with little effort, slammed the tank against the hull of the Fearless. He then stalked out, all his arsenal mowing down the troopers before him. "Soundwave, this is Scorponok. Do you read me?" He broadcasted on a Darkmount-specific frequency, knowing that Soundwave would be able to pick it up.

optimusskids
2011-11-01, 08:01 AM
Cargo Bay #432, Warworld


Strike nodded

"when you've been crammed into a shell and fired at a large enemy ship hoping to penetrate rather than being blasted from the sky fried by the shield or hitting a large chunk of machinery and flattened to a pancake you're bound to be a little shook up. Let's draw a line under this and kick some Imperial aft."

Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Retcon replied


"if one of you could shoot that fleeing Imperial I'll get a longshot then zoom in for the tracking shot. Lights.Camera, Action..........."

Blackjack
2011-11-01, 08:29 AM
Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

"Sorry." Aimless told Strike again meekly.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Both Shrapnel and Bombshell were more than happy to oblige, turning around to face the Imperial that Retcon pointed out.

Shrapnel let loose a stream of shrapnel from his wrist launcher, while Bombshell lobbed a mortar. Even little Needler chipped in, sending a tongue of flame at the Imperial. Cut up, blown up and charboiled, what's left of the Imperial tumbled to the floor.

"How many times do you want to retake that shot, director?" Bombshell asked Retcon. "We're here all week, you know."

optimusskids
2011-11-01, 10:46 AM
Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Strike nodded

"Petard here transforms into an SPG and he might even have a universal mounting point for our Targetmaster friend here. As he's armoured I suggest he takes point. What do you think?"


~*~

Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Retcon smiled

"I think that's a wrap. Now shall we start filming something I 'd like to title Slaughter in section B."

Blackjack
2011-11-03, 09:30 AM
Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Aimless looked at Howlback and Overkill, waiting for them to reply. He wasn't used to making decisions... Aimless, it's not just a name. It's a way of life.

A way of life that Aimless sorely regretted right about now.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

"You sure it's a wrap, wrap?" Shrapnel asked Retcon as he fired a shrapnel grenade onto one of the last remaining troops. "We're up for another round if you want to, to. Hey, explosions, explosions! It'll be good for any movie you make, make."

Bombshell launched a tongue of flame from Needler at another Imperial and turned to Kickback and the Micromasters. "That was fun. Race you guys to a hundred?"
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A jet that, for all the world, looked like the now-deceased Skyquake, tore through the air above the corridors of the Crew Quarters. It led a fleet of Predators.

Scrash had just felt his progenitor's spark extinguished.

All he cared for now was payback. "Eagle Eye, this is Scrash. Investigating the disturbance in the Crew Cabin area."

optimusskids
2011-11-04, 08:00 AM
Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Retcon drilled a fleeing Imperial with a laser through the back.

"Yes this is but a small scene of a much larger work. We must press on. Our audience awaits."

Blackjack
2011-11-04, 08:54 AM
Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

"I like how you think, Retcon- INCOMING!" Bombshell yelled as he tackled Retcon aside, whilst several missiles tore apart the ground that the pillbug Insecticon had been in moments earlier. The psychological expert turned around, and saw the most ridiculous-looking jet ever dive down at them.

"Fall before the might of Scrash!"

Bombshell raised an optic brow. It was a very silly name, Scrash. What does it even mean? Must be an attempt at a pun name, but one which failed pretty miserably. But he can speak. Ergo, someone to control, someone to turn into another mindless slave.

"Bloody 'ell, someone's painted this jet with crayola, crayola." Shrapnel said, leaping aside to avoid another missile from Scrash.

"I like crayola. They're tasty." Bombshell said, chuckling. Nothing better to demoralize the enemy than to talk nonsensical things and joke around.

"Open fire, fire!" Shrapnel yelled, launching a lightning bolt at Scrash. Bombshell followed by lobbing several mortar shells at the Imperial.

Scrash roared as he dodged the attacks. "You primitives killed Skyquake! You will be exterminated!"

Warcry
2011-11-06, 03:58 AM
Bridge, Warworld

"On our way," Hawk replied to Snipe.

Eagle Eye responded to Scrash. "Thank you, commander," he told the Predator -- he refused to call him 'fuhrer', no matter how many times the younger Transformer signed his name that way. It was a stupid title. "Do you need backup?"
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Howlback nodded sagely. "It wasn't the most enjoyable thing I'd ever done, certainly," she agreed with Strike. "Do you know how we can get out of here?"

Overkill gave Aimless an eager nod. "Sounds like a good idea to me," he said.

Enemy snorted. "Whatever. But don't expect me to walk in front of the useless thing."

Overkill snarled at him. "Seriously, you wonder why we never take you anywhere?"
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Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Air Strip scrambled up into Squash Bison's cargo bed immediately. Radar snapped off a few shots first, but since he couldn't even see the attacker he decided that taking cover was a good idea.

"Where did he go?" Air Strip asked, terror evident in his voice.

Ravage didn't so much as move, staying hidden as Buzzsaw flew into the hall, cawing and using his mortars to obliterate the Block Team's incomplete barricade.
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Soundwave replied to Scorponok. "I read you. What's your status?"
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Kickback shook his head. "If Thunderwing pops out of the next door and says 'boo', I vote we feed Shrappers to him," he said to Bombshell. "It would serve him right."

Then he smiled.

"You're on," he said when the other Insecticon levelled his challenge. "I'll-"

He broke off, pressing himself flat against the bulkhead as Scrash filled the hallway with missiles.

"Let's start with this one!" he bellowed as he began firing his submachine gun at the massive Predator.
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Fearless

Horri-bull dug his hoof against the deck, charging out at the nearest group of Imperials and knocking them over like bowling pins. Windsweeper wasn't far behind, dispatching the troops that the Headmaster knocked down with single shots to the head.

Snapdragon languished behind them, casually making his way toward the storage locker on the aft end of the room that they'd come to rest in. But he didn't get a chance to take more than a few steps before a familiar voice chilled him to the core.

"Ah, Snapdragon, old chum! How good to see you again!"

The locker swung open -- and Thunderwing walked out.

"You can't be here!" Snapdragon said. "You're down on the planet! I saw the reports."

"Oh, but I am down on the planet," Thunderwing told him. "Some of me, anyway. But why so glum? Surely you must have come here to pledge your renewed fealty to your former master?"

Snapdragon snorted. "Right."

"You mean you're here to fight us? Oh, how unwise..." Thunderwing took a step forward...then got knocked on his ass when Snapdragon vaulted forward and slammed his beast mode head into the Pretender's chest.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this," Snapdragon said as he jumped on top of Thunderwing and started slashing and biting.

optimusskids
2011-11-06, 10:20 AM
Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Retcon toppled over out of the line of fire. Carefully he unfurled and scuttled for cover.

~*~

Nightflight fired at Scrash as soon as he could get an angle on his side or rear. Firing his laser rifle.

~*~

Tailwind collapsed on his face. By shuffling his legs and using his cockpit sensors this meant he could fire his alt mode gatling gun at Scrash.

~~~*~~~

Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Squash Bison snorted sending a jet of flame out he traversed the jet from left to right.

"I 'll try and flush him out. If one of you covers the aerial quadrant, and the other surveils the flames to see if you can spot him.





Fearless



Venom disappeared as he transformed. He darted into a mob of Imperials injecting them as he flitted around. Soon the toxic poisons would start to have an effect.

Blackjack
2011-11-07, 09:33 AM
Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

"Yeah, it would be-"

Aimless' words would be interrupted as a fleet of Predators, led by Talon, swooped in. "HA HA HA!" Talon laughed. "And I thought you old Decepticons are supposed to be resourceful! A bunch of tiny little guys, that's all you could muster? Should've gone to the hangar bays and killed Scorponok. Instead I got you idiots
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Bombshell chuckled at Kickback's words as he rolled behind a bunch of corpses. "Sharpie will give Thunderwing the worst case of indigestion he's ever had."

"Not a bad plan, plan." Shrapnel said as he transformed into his tiny insect mode and fluttered away. "Insides are always tasty, tasty."

Shrapnel launched a thunderbolt at Scrash, and Bombshell lobbed a cerebro-shell at the Predator.
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The Insecticons and Micromasters tore apart small chunks off Scrash's armour with their fire, but Scrash was as durable as his progenitor Skyquake. "Indeed, Eagle Eye, backup would be appreciated. Although it's not commander, it's-"

Scrash had to raise a corpse off the floor to block the cerebro-shell attack. The Predator cursed as Needler, having disengaged from Bombshell when he arrived, bit down, hard, on his leg.

"Bah!"

Scrash punted Needler away, the little Insecticon letting out a surprised yelp.
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Fuel Storage, Warworld

Snare and his fleet would arrive at one of the places that the lesser Insecticon Clones had landed. "Kill them all." Snare instructed the Predators with him, who began to open fire at the Insecticon Clones.

Knowing how volatile energon was, Snare stood well outside the room.
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Laboratories, Warworld

"So, we go here, and blow this generator up?" Blackjack asked Whisper, pointing at a spot in the map. "Probably won't even slow down the Warworld, but if the other boarders did the same, it would."

Blackjack turned to survey the red Insecticon Clones and groaned. "Zaptrap, Shothole, do you idiots ever stop eating?"

"Nope nope" The Clones chanted happily. "Pudding!"
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Near the Fearless

Scorponok was about to berate Snapdragon for his laziness, but smiled when Thunderwing stepped out of the locker Snapdragon was investigating. "Soundwave, we have boarded the Warworld, although our ramming vessel is a mite bigger than yours... also, we've found Thunderwing. One of him, anyway."

Scorponok let out a loud bellow, swung his blood-red Tyrant Spear and charged Thunderwing, ready to pierce the Pretender should Snapdragon fail to tear the shell apart.
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"Cover fire!" Skullgrin yelled as his Pretender shell split apart, engorging his inner robot. The scholarly Pretender had been possessed by the rage, the overpowering rage... the shell pounced on Imperials, mercilessly using his claws to tear apart the soldiers in front of him. Skullgrin's inner form meanwhile transformed into his tank mode and began to open fire at the stormtroopers trying to get the jump on Scorponok and Snapdragon.

optimusskids
2011-11-07, 10:53 PM
Cargo Bay #432, Warworld



Petard transformed and fired his siege gun at Talon.

~*~

Strike dived for cover and fired on the incoming predators.


Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Retcon rolled out of concealment aiming to knock Scrash's legs from under him bowling ball style.

~*~

Corridor

Snarler wandered aimlessly down a corridor riding on the back of his shell.

Warcry
2011-11-08, 07:11 AM
Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Howlback reactivated her shield as Talon flew in, and snarled at the Predator. "Do your worst, you ultrachromatic freak!"

Overkill, started firing motion missiles into the crowd of Predator goons, shouting insulting and poorly-composed limericks at them as he did.

Enemy, meanwhile, started firing his blasters at the closest available target.
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Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Ravage scuttled behind a piece of debris from the destroyed barricade, hiding from Squash Bison's gout of fire.

Buzzsaw, meanwhile, cawed and looped through the air before firing his mortars at the three Imperials.

Radar returned fire but missed by a mile, blowing a chunk out of the ceiling.

Air Strip, meanwhile, covered his head with his hands and cowered in the corner of Squash Bison's cargo bed.
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Soundwave responded to Scorponok, "Thunderwing here? That is an unexpected development. You'll kill him, surely?"
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

"Worry about Big Green here first," Kickback told his fellow Insecticons. "Thunderwing is a problem for later."

He continued to fire at Scrash, backing off slowly as he did so.
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Fuel Storage, Warworld

The various clones, fattened off of the energon they'd consumed, set upon the Imperial troopers like a swarm of locusts, biting and clawing at anything that they could get their appendages on. So energized were they that they didn't notice the gunshots that were hitting them and scoring holes in their armour.
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

Horri-bull looked around, a vexed look on his face as his next batch of targets fell dead before he had a chance to crush them. Not seeing Venom fly away, the Headmaster was very confused...so he decided to trample their bodies anyway, just to be sure.

Windsweeper shuddered when he heard Thunderwing's voice and spun, firing...and spraying laser fire in Scorponok and Snapdragon's direction as well.

Snapdragon roared as he was hit by the Triggercon's blasts, and the distraction gave Thunderwing the opening he needed to get a grip on the Horrorcon and throw him like a shot put at Scorponok's face.

optimusskids
2011-11-08, 08:03 AM
Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Squash Bison sighed.

"I will summon some reinforcements although if we do survive our reputation will surely suffer as we were bested by 2 cassettes."

He opened a com link

"Caterpillager are you recieving me. please proceed to sector 14 with all available reinforcements"

A hatch slid open above his cab and a missile launcher slid out and he fired at Buzzsaw.


"Buzzsaw I believe , I do so admire your work and it pains me to have to kill you but c'est la guerrre. If I am triumphant I will mourn your passing as small compensation the resale value of your works is bound to rise."

Blackjack
2011-11-08, 09:40 AM
Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

"Of course." Talon growled at Howlback, twirling in the air to avoid Petard's fire. The Predators around him scrambled to avoid the fire from Strike, Overkill and Enemy.

Aimless transformed and opened fire, but as always lack of aiming or actual care for his comrades meant that most of his shots went wide.

Talon locked on Petard, Overkill, Aimless and Enemy (Howlback was behind a shield and Strike as under cover, so Talon did not bother targetting them), and launched missiles at them.

The missile aiming Aimless hit it target easily enough, sending him skittering off to the side and forcing him back to transform into his Nebulan mode, groaning.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Scrash was as durable as his progenitor, and Kickback's submachine bullets and Shrapnel's, well, shrapnel, did nothing but dig into the exterior pieces of his armour.

Another cerebro shell was launched at Scrash, but the Predator pulled one of the incoming backup that was coming from behind him and shoved him in the way of the shell. Before Bombshell could establish contact, Scrash crushed the head of the hapless trooper.

The Predator then launched several micromissiles at the Insecticons and Micromasters, but growled in pain as Retcon slammed hard onto his left leg. "Aaaa!"

Scrash attempted to punt Retcon like the way he did Needler.
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"EEEEEEEE!" Bombshell yelled, clutching his head as the feedback flowed into him.

"Frag, frag. I'll cover the weevil, weevil." Shrapnel muttered, moving between cover to fire at Scrash from Bombshell's position. "Really, Bombers, do you have to be so greedy right off the bat, bat?"

Needler warbled a weak series of clicks as he got back to his spindly legs, scuttling behind Kickback, letting out a whining click, as if to say 'that mean guy just kicked me!'
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Fuel Storage, Warworld

Snare watched as the Insecticon clones descended upon the Predator troops, tearing them apart.

Fodder, all of them.

It was a good thing, then, that he was named Snare.

"Adios, troops." Snare said, giving the Predators a quick salute, before raising his rifle and firing at the remaining energon cubes that the Insecticons had yet to consume. Snare then slammed the door shut.

"Wait, wait-" one of the Predators yelled, "Damn him! Fight back-" The Predators, knowing that there was no way out, began to open fire more feverishly at the Insecticon clones.
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

"Rrrr- don't shoot at him, idiot! Shoot Thunderwing!" Scorponok yelled at Windsweeper. "One more misfire and I'll impound you to Junk!"

Scorponok ducked, allowing Snapdragon to sail over his head, before charging Thunderwing and attempting to drive his Tyrant Spear, one-handed, into the Pretender shell's chest. All the armaments on his form hummed and opened fire at the Decepticon traitor as well.

optimusskids
2011-11-08, 12:59 PM
Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Retcon unfurled and started trying to scale Scrash leg diggin gin with his legs and claws biting if he got that far at Scash's knee.

~*~

Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Petard desperately fired his main gun at Talon's missile.

~*~

Fearless/ cargo bay


Venom's bodyguard Flywheels charged Thunderwing in vehicle mode from 2 directions firing.

Blackjack
2011-11-08, 01:38 PM
Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Scrash reached down to pluck Retcon from his leg. "If you fancy yourself something to be lobbed at, primitive-" Scrash then launched the Insecticon at Kickback, Bombshell and Shrapnel. "-Then, I will gladly comply with your wishes!"
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

Barrage knew that Scorponok, Snapdragon, Windsweeper and Flywheels opened fire on Thunderwing, but did not join in.

Instead he continued to mow down the Imperial troops coming in with his sonic cannons, sending waves of sound tearing the troops apart, sending them tumbling away with the sheer force of the blast. Those not killed by slamming onto bulkheads and vessels were picked off one by one by Browning, who Barrage held in his other hand.

optimusskids
2011-11-08, 01:48 PM
Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

(ooc will he get a strike or spare)

Retcon bounced along the floor towards his fellow Insecticons.

Blackjack
2011-11-08, 01:57 PM
Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Shrapnel, helping the dizzy Bombshell get to cover, did not see Retcon bouncing towards him...

And as a result, the pillbug slammed straight onto Shrapnel's face and chest, bowling him over. This turned out to be a smart move as a several of Scrash's micromissiles sailed through the place that Shrapnel would have been standing in should Retcon not slam onto him.

Scrash, meanwhile, still continued to fire micromissiles through the corridor, while lesser Predators swooped in and transformed... though the Predators knew better than to disturb the self-proclaimed 'Fuhrer'... Scrash was much more unstable than his predecessor, and none of the dimwitted Predators wanted to risk their hides at the moment.
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Corridors, Warworld

Blackjack gestured at the Insecticon Clones to fly down. At the very least, the Clones were obedient enough. In their full-size larger insect modes, the cockpits on top of them were of the perfect size for a Micromaster to ride in. Blackjack hopped into Shothole's cockpit, and gestured at Whisper. "Come on, let's cause some damage."

optimusskids
2011-11-09, 11:31 PM
Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld




Retcon landed on his back and unfurled legs kicking in the air.

Warcry
2011-11-11, 07:24 AM
Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Howlback growled and jumped into the air, throwing herself at Talon with the intent to rip him apart with her claws.

Overkill jumped away from the missile barrage, but Enemy wasn't bright enough to move. A missile hit him in the chest and tore the cassette in half.

"And nothing of value was lost," Overkill quipped as he threw himself at a Predator.
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Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Hearing the sounds of battle grow louder, Soundwave tapped his eject button again. "Rumble, Frenzy: eject. Operation: cannon fodder."

The two small robots transformed to robot mode. Frenzy glared up at Soundwave and said, "I liked it better when you called it 'combat'."

"I stand by what I said."
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Buzzsaw cawed, diving to evade Squash Bison's missiles. He swooped down close to the Imperial, close enough to swipe at Air Strip with his talons. The Imperial shrieked like an infant when Buzzsaw grabbed him and carried him up into the air.

Radar scowled. "Right now I don't care about reputation," he told the transport. "I just want these runts dead."

"Bad news for ya, then!" Rumble came around the corner at a dead run, charging at Squash Bison with his pile drivers extended. Frenzy followed at a more sedate pace, his sonic vibrators sending disruptive high-frequency sound waves at the Imperials.

"Ugh!" Radar said as he fired ineffectually at the cassettes, his balance impaired by the sonic attack. "Where are Hawk and Tornado?"
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Soundwave listened to the sounds of battle, but he wasn't deaf to the other noises around him. Because of that, he managed to turn around and raise his weapons before the pair of Imperials who'd approached him had a chance to react.

"Throwback-" the first one started to say, before he got a face full of Soundwave's multimissiles.

"Hawk!" The grey Imperial looked at his fallen comrade, then threw himself at Soundwave with an expression of rage on his face.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

"Fine then," Kickback grumbled. "You don't want to be shot, we'll do this up close and personal!"

Transforming to locust mode, he hopped over the incoming Retcon and floated toward Scrash, hoping that his small size would let him pass unnoticed.
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Fuel Storage, Warworld

The entire fuel store erupted in flames. The pressure did more than just slag Backfirey, Stormbomb, Thundershred and the other clones -- it slagged the bulkheads, pouring molten metal out into the halls and collapsing structural members for several sections in every direction.
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

"I was shooting Thunderwing," Windsweeper snapped at Scorponok. "But you know what? I don't know why! He was a better boss than you ever were!"

With a high-pitched scream, the Triggercon opened fire...on Scorponok himself.

"Consider this my two weeks notice, jackass! All hail Thunderwing!"
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Thunderwing shoved Scorponok's spear off-line, then laughed as the Headmaster's gunfire was absorbed by his glowing purple shield.

"Come now, Headmaster," he said scoldingly. "You owe me your life! Surely you're not as churlish as our mutual friend Snapdragon?"

As Flywheels attacked, the Pretender ducked and rolled through Scorponok's legs, putting the much bigger Decepticon between himself and the Duocon.
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Horri-bull was knocked to the ground as Snapdragon landed on his head.

"Watch where you're going, monkey," he growled.

Snapdragon cuffed him upside the head. "Apeface was the monkey. The clue's in the name, dummy!"

"Like I care."

Pushing himself to his feet, Snapdragon transformed to robot mode. "Whatever. We've got bigger problems to worry about. Get up and start shooting."

As he oriented himself, he could see Bludgeon and the rest of the Mayhem Attack Squad slicing their way through the Imperials on their way toward the nearest exit, obviously bent on some sort of atrocity. Not far away, Monstructor waded through the crowd of troopers using his absorption field to drain away their life force. Dozens of other Decepticons were scattered throughout the hangar, fighting in twos and threes and slowly pushing the overwhelmed Imperial troops back, away from the Fearless.

"Go Team 'Con," Snapdragon muttered as he brought up his gyro guns.

optimusskids
2011-11-11, 07:41 AM
Near Main Engineering, Warworld


While the Motorwolrd transformer was civilised deep down he was a creature of instinct.

"I suggest you brace yourself."

Revving his engine and snorting clouds of smoke he charged full bore at the 2 cassettes.

~*~

Caterpillager pounced through the door. Half feline half backhoe loader. His rear bucket swished and the jaws of his front bucket snapped as he prowled forward.

"I smell a kitty kat yes I do come out come out whereever you are."


He was followed through the door by Zoomlion who was half Truck-mounted Concrete Pump truck half lion

http://www.zoomlioncn.cn/cmy4_1.asp

and Extermivator an insectoid Excavator scuttling forward on 6 legs.

~*~


Hydroponics bay

a tiner clicked down as it counted down in the wreckage of the ship Warhammer.


Laboratories, Warworld

Whisper nodded

"lets do it."

Blackjack
2011-11-11, 02:52 PM
Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Talon lashed out with his arm, attempting to catch Howlback and strangle the feline Decepticon. "Ha! First blood!" Talon chuckled as Enemy felled. Talon took aim at Overkill and Strike and snapped off several quick shots.

Aimless, dumbstruck as he saw his ally torn apart, could not move, mouth agape. Not like this. Not like- he never wanted any of this-

Talon took aim at the immobile Nebulan, snapped off a few more shots, and Aimless felt nothing more. Blood, internal organs and metallic plates spread out from where the Targetmaster Nebulan was blown up.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Shrapnel shook his head and got up from the ground, and lobbed a ball of electricity at Scrash, to distract him from the incoming Kickback. He knew what was coming. It was as usual Shrapnel would distract the enemy with his flashy attacks, then either Bombshell or Kickback will sneak up and off the enemy.

Shrapnel grinned. This was like old times, even though they are trying to save Cybertron instead of destroying it...

Being a good old head of security was well and good, but nothing beats working with his dysfunctional team. "INSECTICONS ATTACK, ATTACK!" Shrapnel yelled, a loud, sudden warcry that surprised some of the lesser Predators.

Scrash snorted, unimpressed, and launched a swarm of micromissiles at Retcon, Shrapnel and the still-stunned Bombshell, noting that Kickback had disappeared but unable to deal with it, not with a lightning bolt flying at him that he had to dodge.

Needler, whining as Kickback ignored him, scuttled off to avoid being pelted by micromissiles. He scuttled over to Bombshell and prodded the prone Insecticon on the side, chirping miserably.

"I'mmmm fine, Needles. Ooooh... damn headache I've got, though. Hey, Retcon, how're you hanging in there?"

Bombshell stood up, scooped Needler in his arms and had to duck into an empty crew's quarters as Scrash launched a missile at him.
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Fuel Storage, Warworld

"Hmph." Snare snorted, walking slowly and feeling pretty good about himself as the fuel storage erupted, flames and molten metal tearing their way out of the walls one by one. Snare reckoned it would look suitably impressive in slow motion, but as the section was crumbling all around him, Snare transformed. "Pyton, Bomber, let's fly."

The two remaining Predators watched dumbfounded as Snare killed off half a dozen other Predators, looked at each other, and took to the air after Snare before the mad Predator could leave them to their deaths.

"Snare to Eagle Eye, intruders in Fuel Storage taken care of. Heading to the Hangar Bay."

The three Predators did just that, flying towards the hangar bay where the Fearless is now parked.
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Laboratories, Warworld

"Excellent." Blackjack said, gesturing at the Insecticons to follow him. Like sheep (red, metallic, insectoid sheep, in any case) Blackjack hopped onto the cockpit on Zaptrap's back. "Let's fly, Whisper!"

The Insecticons, in their larger alternate modes, buzzed and chirped with excitement and began to head out of the corridors, following the map Whisper had provided them.
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

Scorponok replied to Thunderwing with a snarl as he blocked his attacks, but Windsweeper began to speak, and the Headmaster felt something amiss.

He raised his shoulder mounted shield to intercept the majority of the attack from the treacherous Windsweeper, although several blasts tore apart chunks from Scorponok's shoulder and back. "Bah! Traitor! You're a traitor to the Decepticon cause!" Scorponok's optics narrowed. "Have you no pride? We are Decepticons!"

Growling, Scorponok lobbed his spear at Windsweeper like a javelin. "You're fired! Skullgrin, tear the traitor apart!"

Turning to Thunderwing, Scorponok growled. "You revived me, and I spared you, not once, but twice. By my reckoning, my debt and you are settled... and now you- DIE!" Scorponok swung a massive claw at Thunderwing's face, intending to silence the yammering buffoon, but Thunderwing rolled between his legs. "Snapdragon is worth twelve of you, and he's a lazy piece of slag!"

Scorponok swung around, attempting to kick Thunderwing with his pillar-like leg.
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Barrage joined in the carnage, opening fire at Thunderwing, who is now not blocked by Scorponok or Snapdragon. Browning mewled weakly, then steeled himself and joined in, launching small fusion bolts at Thunderwing.
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Skullgrin's shell let out a bestial roar and charged Windsweeper, intending to ram the Triggercon down like a bull, moving his head from side to side so that the giant goat horns on his head would be able to gore the Triggercon.

Skullgrin's inner robot opened fire, launching mortars at the incoming Imperials, whooping with battle lust.

optimusskids
2011-11-13, 10:11 AM
Venom swooped in in an attempt to sting Windsweeper.


Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Retcon curled up in a ball and rolled out of the way of the micromissiles.

"just temporarily flipped over, back in the action now."

~*~

Nightflight dropped from above and attempted to plunge a stiletto into Scrash's back.

Laboratories, Warworld

Whisper transformed

"lets go do some damage."

Corridor

Snarler prowled down the deserted corridor looking for trouble.

Warcry
2011-11-14, 07:04 AM
Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Eagle Eye knew better than to ask Snare how he'd done it. He just tapped the intercom control on his console and said, "Good job."
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

If Talon's wild swing managed to connect with Howlback, the Predator would regret it almost immediately. With her feedbacker shield active, the Cobalt Sentry was well-protected -- the jolt he got from touching her would hurt like hell.

Overkill was knocked down by Talon's shot, but he got back up again in a rage at seeing Aimless obliterated.

"That was my snack, you bastard!" he shouted as he fired off another volley of motion missiles.
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Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Rumble slammed his pile drivers into the wall and floors as he ran, turning the entire corridor into a vibrating, resonating nightmare. But when Squash Bison got close enough, he fell back and let his brother take the lead.

Frenzy jumped forward, his forearms transforming into massive drillbits as he collided with the Imperial. He thrust the drills forward ahead of him, trying to drive them into Squash bison's innards and tear them apart.
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Ravage dodged away from Caterpillager's shovel. He quickly evaluated all three of the new arrivals before settling on Extermivator. He pounced, trying to land on the odd hybrid creature's back claws-first.
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Air Strip's screams of terror filled the hall as Buzzsaw shredded him with talons and beak. Metal shavings littered the ground all along the buzzard's flight path, along with the occasional pruned body part. Once the Imperial was brutalized beyond all ability to fight back, the cassette tossed him disdainfully at Zoomlion.
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Spooked by the carnage around him and especially by the seeming death of two of his teammates, Radar began to fire his rifle wildly in the Decepticons' general direction -- but spraying rounds and his newly-arrived allies too.
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Soundwave and Tornado continued to grapple, with neither of them able to overpower the other and neither of them able to free a hand to reach for their weapons.

(OOC: If Snarler wants to wander into either of these fights he'd be welcome.)
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Kickback fluttered closer to Scrash, until he was floating right beside the giant Predator's audio sensor. Then he kicked as hard as he could, hoping to dislodge the bigger enemy's balance sensors and make it hard for him to stand up, let alone shoot.
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

"Pride? I'll show you pride!" Windsweeper shot Scorponok's spear out of the air, then transformed to jet mode. Unlike what might be expected, though, he didn't take off so that Skullgrin wouldn't be able to reach him. Instead he accelerated straight toward him, the razor-sharp edges of his reinforced wings beginning to glow red-hot as the distance closed between them. His wings would cut through solid steel like a hot knife through butter...and the Pretender shell that was charging him was anything but solid.

As he shot away, his speed took him away before Venom could sting.
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Horri-bull and Snapdragon joined Barrage in firing at Thunderwing.
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Thunderwing let Scorponok kick him, but in a stunning display of contempt for basic physics the Pretender's feet remained squarely planted on the ground.

"Ouch," he said mockingly.

He stood there for a few seconds, watching the Decepticon troops' gunfire bounce off of his Matrix-fuelled forcefield. Then he laughed.

"Is this the best you can do? And to think, once I confined my ambitions merely to leading you rabble. How droll."

Without warning, his foot-thrusters ignited and carried the Pretender shell up off the ground...just high enough to deliver a contemptuous slap at Scorponok's face.

"Stand aside, you mongrel cur. This is a battle for real Transformers, not scum who've allowed themselves to be tainted by sharing their mind with flesh creatures."

optimusskids
2011-11-14, 07:27 AM
Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Squash Bison desperately tried to break and let off a jet of flame Frenzy.

~*~

Extermivator bucked desperately as Ravage landed on his vback leg.

~*~

Zoomlion sent a jet of concrete towards Buzzsaw.

~*~

Caterpilager staggered as a shot from Radar hit him.


~*~

Snarler charged through the dooras he heard fighting. He lunged at Tornando with his tusks.

Blackjack
2011-11-14, 11:46 AM
Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Scrash roared as Nightflight stabbed a stiletto onto his back, but before he could swat the annoying little Micromaster away, Kickback[b] slammed onto the side of his head with enough force to punch through tank armour.

While it didn't exactly punch through Scrash's cranial armour, it caved it in, and the Predator stumbled onto his side, crashing onto the ground.

By this point, Shrapnel and Bombshell had gotten their bearings. A mortar slammed onto Scrash, sending the disoriented Predator flipping into the air. Mere seconds before he crashlanded, a ball of electricity slammed onto his chest, sending him toppling onto his back.

The small horde of Predators in the corridor unfroze, and began peppering the Insecticons and Nightflight with fire.

Needler chirped a concerned warning as another squad of Predators came from the other end of the corridor.
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[B]Laboratories, Warworld

Riding Zaptrap, Blackjack led Shothole, Salvo and Whisper's men out of the laboratory, moving in the direction of one of the Warworld's multiple power cores. "So, Whisper... any idea of the opposition that may be guarding this power core?" Blackjack asked. "We need to know what we're up against."

"Cake?"

"No, Shothole. Not a cake."
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Void, Warworld

"Yeah. But the throwbacks kind of blew up fuel storage B-5 through 7. Although I'm under the impression that we're more interested in killing them than to preserve one of our many fuel storage tanks." Snare told Eagle Eye.

If Afterburner hadn't been so pigheaded, probably only one set of boarders would make it onto the ship... but then things wouldn't be as interesting now would it?

"Pyton, Bomber, split up. There are multiple intruders here, and since you two are smart enough to avoid being slagged just now you're promoted. Go."

Too scared to remain around the increasingly insane Snare, the two lesser Predators shot away.
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Talon growled as Howlback's feedbacker shield sent a jolt of enegy through his limb, the force sending him thrown across the cargo bay, and above the empty void which shuttles would enter through.

This caused him to avoid Overkill's missiles, and Talon raised his rifle. The Megavisor technology tracked the missiles and All Talon had to do was to pull the trigger, and the missiles were intercepted with his own.

"Right. I've heard o' you, pussycat. Yer Ravage, and you got some kind of electro magnetic shield or something." Talon aimed his missile at the floor near Howlback, and launched missiles. "More than one way ta skin a cat, though."
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

Had he been lucid, or had his inner robot been in full control instead of the rage-fuelled shell, Skullgrin would have easily avoided Windsweeper. With style, even. But as it is, all the Pretender saw was red. As it is, it was not until it was too close a distance before Skullgrin realised what Windsweeper was trying to do.

The Pretender shell jumped into the air, which spared it from being bisected in the waist, but Windsweeper's wings sliced clean through the left knee of Skullgrin's Pretender shell, sending organic goop (Skullgrin had no idea what the milky-white and green fluids actually were) splattering all over Windsweeper and the hangar.

The shell crashed onto the ground behind Windsweeper, unresponsive as Skullgrin's inner robot screamed and transformed into robot mode, clutching his left knee.
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Browning swiveled on Barrage's grip, and opened fire at Windsweeper, although the mini-fusion blasts won't really do much but annoy the Triggercon.
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Scorponok was completely taken by surprise as Thunderwing blocked his feet. It was one of the few times that his physical strength had been blocked. Even Shockwave, even Optimus Prime, even Fortress Maximus had shuddered under his blows.

Scorponok's head was jerked aside by Thunderwing's slap. Ignoring the Pretender's mockings, Scorponok lashed out with the tail on his back, intent on spearing the Pretender.

And, just to be on the safe side, Scorponok opened fire with the 40 million volt electrical generator contained within.

"You challenge me? Thunderwing, leadership of the Decepticons can't be won by your good looks and your blood purity. It requires passion, it requires initiative, it requires respect... things you are severely lacking!" Scorponok snarled.

Warcry
2011-11-18, 06:46 AM
Main Engineering, Warworld

"You could say that." Eagle Eye was moving through a different corridor from the one the battle was raging in, but he could hear it clearly as he moved into the engineering section. He waved his hand toward the door and a platoon of SkyScorcher guards took up defensive positions to stop anyone who tried to enter.

Eagle Eye himself walked toward the master systems diagram that hung on one side of the room and began to enter in commands.

"I'll be blunt, Snare. The Warworld and every piece of equipment aboard her is to be considered expendable. Obviously if we can kill them without scuttling the ship I would prefer it. But if you can't, I'll understand."
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Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Frenzy's paint melted away as Squash Bison shot flames at him, but his sonic screams did more than unnerve his foes -- they whipped the tiny cassette into an uncontrollable wave of destruction. He continued to charge even as his metal skin began to bubble and deform.
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Ravage dug his claws in, trying to slice pawholds on Extermivator's leg so that he could hold himself in place long enough to sink his fangs into the Imperial's knee joint.
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Buzzsaw squawked and dove under the jet of concrete, using it as momentary cover to hide his next move. However as he was thinking, several beads of wet concrete it settled on his wings. Snapping into a rage, he let out a fuel-curdling scream and dove toward Zoomlion, slashing badly with his beak.
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Radar stopped shooting suddenly as he realized he'd hit Catterpillager. "Sorry!" he shouted uselessly. "I--"

He didn't get to finish, as a double blast from Rumble's lasers knocked him off of Squash Bison and onto the floor.
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Tornado screamed as Snarler's tusks ripped off one of his wings. As the impact tossed him into a bulkhead, he fired several shots from his radar gun wildly in the Pretender's direction.

"I suppose thanks are in order," Soundwave said as he got to his feet and retrieved his concussion rifle.
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Howlback's shield turned opaque for a moment and Talon's missiles reversed course, returning to the Predator that fired them.

"You'll find that a bit more difficult than you might think," she told him.

Overkill, meanwhile, gave up trying to kill him and just jumped, trying to catch the Predator's leg between his jaws.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Kickback fluttered his wings to put some distance between himself and Scrash, then transformed to robot mode and sprayed machine gun fire at the incoming Predators.

"Not so tough without the big guy to hide behind, are you?"
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

Windsweeper transformed back to robot mode, his optics burning with rage over the mess that Skullgrin's shell had become. "Littering scum!" he shouted as he charged toward Skullgrin's robot mode with lasers blazing. He didn't pay much mind to Browning's shots, even though they were burning holes in his back armour, so enraged was he.
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The energy field that protected Thunderwing turned almost entirely opaque as it absorbed Scorponok's high-voltage stinger blast and blocked the tail from reaching him.

"Are you done?" he asked the Headmaster, his tone of voice almost bored. "Nothing you can do can harm me, and your lectures about leadership grow tiresome. None of the pathetic so-called 'virtues' you champion matter in the slightest. The one thing, the only thing that matters is power. Power, and the will to use it!"

As he spoke his last sentence Thunderwing's entire body seemed to glow with a purple haze that coalesced into a tangible bolt of Matrix energy that launched itself at Scorponok.

Blackjack
2011-11-18, 09:24 AM
Void, Warworld

"You're awesome, Eagle Eye, it's a wonder you haveeeeeaaaaaaaaa!"

Snare tumbled out of the air and transformed, clutching his head, slamming onto several pylons that made up part of the Warworld. Gripping onto them to stop himself falling into the void that he usually transversed so easily with his jet mode, scrabbling madly to grip onto what he could.

He just felt himself blow apart from the chest, had felt his head torn off, his hands torn apart, he had just felt the sum total of damages that a drug-addled Stalker had suffered as he battled Roadbuster, Topspin and Stepper to the death.

"N- nuh." Snare choked out, green optics wide in alarm.

Well, he didn't need to suffer that again any time soon...

Shaking his head, Snare transformed and shakily took to the air again.
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Corridors, Warworld

Pyton swooped in towards Blackjack, Whisper and the Insecticons and began filling the air around them with missiles and machinegun fire. "Commander Eagle Eye, this is Predator Pyton. Engaging intruders near the Science Complex."

Faced with something that actually shot back, Zaptrap and Salvo chirped in alarm and shrunk into their small insect modes and fluttered away. Shothole, after bucking and knocking Blackjack off his back, did likewise.

Blackjack stood up and transformed into vehicle mode, racing away from the bullets that tore up the ground behind him.

"Stupid me, relying on stupid Insecticons. Insecticon Clones, at that." Blackjack muttered, his hood-mounted small-arms rifle popping up and firing at Pyton. "Whisper, hit him high! I'll hit him from below!"
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Normally, Talon would have easily dodged Overkill's awkward jump and Howlback's feedbacker shield.

But like Snare, he felt Stalker's death, and clutching his chest, Talon let out a metallic scraping sound that sounded as if something was eating him from the inside out. His green optics were unfocused as he felt his circuits burn apart painfully. All the pain Stalker had ignored- tore through him, his circuits on fire.

His own missiles slammed onto his chest (although Talon's armour was far to thick for it to do any real damage), and Overkill's jaws slammed shut between his leg.

Talon regained his senses (what little he had, anyway), and balled his powerful fists and brought them down on Overkill's head in a haymaker. "Well, girly-girl, you seem to be a good one." Talon snarled at Howlback. "Falcon might let me keep you as a pet."
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Bomber swooped in and made good his name, launching grenades at Kickback. "Boss! I gots him!"

"It's Fuhr-" Scrash's complaint was cut short as an angry, irate Needler leapt onto Scrash's face and wrapped his legs around his head. Scrash's muffled yelps turned into pain as Needler began biting into Scrash's heavy cranial armour. Scrash opened fire wildly, missiles flying everywhere, and he tried to tear Needler off his face, but the little Insecticon had a deathgrip.

Shrapnel and Bombshell, getting back up from where they had been knocked down. The two Insecticons looked at Scrash, at each other in disbelief, and decided it's best not to question how Needler managed to scuttle all the way across the corridor.

"Shrappers, Retcon, I think it's best to shoot first and laugh later." Bombshell said, dodging a missile and launching a mortar shell at Scrash. "I'll shell him once we have gotten a few shots in."

Shrapnel nodded, and launched a shrapnel grenade at Scrash, letting out a screech.
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

Skullgrin's shell attempted to get up on its damaged feet, but Imperials Stormtroopers soon charged at him and began tearing the shell apart with guns, sending the shell howling as it was torn apart.

The real Skullgrin likewise howled in pain as he felt his shell destroyed, but he charged Windsweeper anyway, deflecting the Triggercon's blasts with his sword. One slammed onto his stomach, but he ignored it. "I suppose I should thank you, my good former friend." Skullgrin growled. "Finally, for the first time ever since Scorponok put me in that blasted shell, I can think properly. Not that I'm going to be an ungrateful prattling prick and turn my back on the cause I've served all my life, mind."

He raised his double-barreled slagmaker and opened fire at Windsweeper.
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Browning hopped off Barrage's grip and transformed, shrinking into his robot mode. Barrage pulled another sonic machinegun and continued firing at the Imperials bothering Scorponok, Snapdragon and the others, but little Browning transformed back into gun mode, floated, and launched mini-fusion blasts at Windsweeper's back again.
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"Exactly. Power." Scorponok growled as he sidestepped away- but the Matrix energy slammed onto the side of his stomach, tearing off a chunk of his armour plating. "Nnn."

"Virtue? I am not talking about virtues. Cruelty is the only virtue..." Scorponok decided not to speak any more- Thunderwing's not paying attention anyway.

He transformed into his scorpion mode, and launched the full power of his arsenal at the Matrix-powered Thunderwing... and something occurred to him.

Was he not a Decepticon leader? Could the Matrix be... receptive to him, like it did to Cyclonus? Scorponok doubted that he was worthy. He was just a single Decepticon, not a Unicron-birthed being, not someone from the future, not a-

He'll be damned if he'll accept that Thunderwing of all people is better than him.

"Decepticon Matrix! Hear me!" Scorponok roared. "I, Scorponok, leader of the Decepticons, beseech you! I challenge Thunderwing to single combat over rightful ownership of you! To find out who is the more powerful among us without your aid!"

He felt like a real silly git for saying that out loud, but anything is worth a shot.

optimusskids
2011-11-18, 10:40 AM
Near Main Engineering, Warworld


Squash Bison maintained his gout of flame

It would be a race against time, which would fail first Frenzy's armour or Squash Bisons once Frenzy got into pile driving range.


~*~

Extermivator bucked trying with little success to dislodge Ravage.

~*~

Zoomlion roared his lions face where the front of his cab would be normally be and unfolding legs from his wheel wells tried to Pounce on Buzzsaw.


~*~

Caterpillager bounded over to Radar and growled

"apology accepted."

His tail/ digger bucket lashed striking sparks on the deck.

He popped open a cab door .

"Hop in soldier , theres a range of melee weapons stowed on the back bulkhead if you would like to take your pick."


~*~

Snarler growled as a stray shot burned his flesh.

"of course they are , I did swoop in and save the day did I not."

He moved in and attempted to gore Tornado some more with his tusks.



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Corridors, Warworld

Whisper banked and opened up on Python with his wing cannons


~*~

Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Nightflight desperately clung on to the hilt of the knife as he hung on to the hilt trying to twist it in Scrash's back.

~*~

Tailwind swooped down on Bomber and opened up with his nose cannon.

~*~

Retcon fired at Scrash

Blackjack
2011-11-19, 01:58 PM
Corridors, Warworld

If either of Whisper or Blackjack's small-arms fire damaged Python, he did not show it. The Predator did a short barrel roll, and fired at one of Whisper's troops, before transforming into robot mode.

"Bugs. All of you. Tiny little cockroaches. Bah. And I thought Snare sent me to do something remotely useful."

Blackjack reversed and transformed into robot mode, launching two razor-sharp cards which sliced onto Python's legs but otherwise did no other damage. When Python fired, Blackjack was already transforming into his vehicle mode mid-leap, and hit the ground moving. "We're not the bugs." Blackjack quipped. "They are."

With the relatively uninspiring war cry of "PUDDING!" The red Insecticon Clones transformed into their full-sized robot modes and dogpiled Python. Of course, having the intelligence of bricks, it never occurred to the Insecticons to actually shoot Python and instead they tried to bite the Predator.

Python growled and easily knocked the three smaller Insecticons aside, tossing them against the walls of the corridor, where they dropped to the ground unconscious.

"Oh bugger." Blackjack cursed.

Python growled, and launched a missile at Whisper and Blackjack.
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

Thunderwing's Matrix energy, the one that tore a chunk off Scorponok, shot through the hangar bay, vaporizing a luckless Predator that happened to be in its way...

And struck Monstructor square in the chest.

Monstructor had been tearing the Hangar apart, his decay aura literally sapping the energy off the Sparks of the soldiers trying to bring him down. But Thunderwing's Matrix blast slammed onto Monstructor's chest, and the gestalt let out a roar as his optics flashed wildly... and he separated, crumbling into his six component pieces.

A Decepticon best described as a black-and-gold box with head and arms was the first to come into consciousness. This was the combat artist Slog. He called out the names of his teammates, and they responded with slurred affirmatives.

"Fit for combat, none of you are." Slog muttered. "Return to the Fearless, you should."

Bristleback, Wildfly and Scowl were in no position to move, let alone fight, and both Icepick and Birdbrain had commanded their shells to retreat into the Fearless.

Slog watched as soldiers of the Cybertronian Empire died all around him. Decepticons were torn apart by fire from the Empire, and vice versa. Monstructor alone had killed more than four dozen Predators, the shells of whom lie on Slog's feet.

-Such a waste, all these lives lost are.- Slog thought. -So pointless, death is.-

Slog never considered death as a good thing. Sure, Slogism incorporates parts of dead Autobot corpses most of the time, but it does not mean that Slog condones murder in large scale like this.

A Predator swooped down and fired at him, and Slog waddled--albeit pretty quickly--to avoid the fire.

-Of course, if someone is stupid enough to shoot at Slog, shoot back, Slog will.-

Slog raised his arms, and twisted it. The magnetic repellor-attractor built into his frame activated, and the Predator found himself twisted like a pretzel, crumpled into a spiral-shaped wreckage which slammed onto the side of the Fearless.

Such a waste.

"Futility in Black, I shall call this one." Slog said as he hopped away, waddling to find a place where he wouldn't be such an exposed target.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Scrash roared as Retcon's fire ripped onto his frame, one hand trying to tear Needler off, the other trying to grab Nightflight off his back. "Nfhghh!"

Scrash continued to fire missiles blindly, one of which slammed onto the ceiling and dropped several chunks of metal onto Bombshell's head, burying him under debris. Shrapnel snorted. "So much for the cerebro shell plan, plan." He lobbed another shrapnel grenade at Scrash, which tore onto the Predator's torso.

Bomber grunted as Tailwind's fire tore a gash through his underbelly, before opening fire at the Micromaster.

Warcry
2011-11-23, 09:40 AM
Main Engineering, Warworld

Eagle Eye killed the comm channel, completely disinterested in Snare's pain. He finished his work, then slid a small device out of a control panel in the main control console -- the remote activator for the Warworld's self-destruct.
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Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Now only a few inches away, Frenzy drove his drills forward at Squash Bison. He couldn't have turned away if he wanted to -- his joints were being fused together by the Imperial's flame.
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Ravage smiled as he gained purchase on Extermivator's leg. With his hold firm, he took aim and fired one of his fusion bombs up at the Imperial's guts.
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Buzzsaw didn't have time to turn away from Zoomlion's pounce, so he did the next best thing and fired both of his mortars at the Imperial while he was in the air.
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A shaken Radar climbed up into Caterpillager and started looking through the selection of melee weapons.

Rumble, meanwhile, took umbrage at his target's escape and started to fire his lasers at the larger Imperial.

"Hey! No saving the guy I'm tryin' ta slag!"
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Tornado howled as Snarler gored him. Stuck against the wall, the Predator used his rifle as a club, trying to knock the Pretender off of him.

Soundwave watched from afar, happy to let another fight the battle for him. After all, it was what he was best at.
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Howlback scoffed. "Is that supposed to upset me?" she asked Talon. "Because I've heard it all before."
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Overkill continued to chew on Talon's leg, doing his best to take it right off. The Predator's fists hit the top of his head, but the impact didn't do much other than make a funny, hollow-sounding clunk.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Kickback ducked around a stanchion, avoiding Bomber's flurry of grenade fire.

"You've got nothing," he told the Predator, "other than bullets to the face!"

He leaned out from behind cover and returned fire.
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

Windsweeper screamed as Skullgrin's slagmaker shots tore through his chest. The Triggercon hit the deck and spasmed a few times, then fell silent.
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Thunderwing laughed in Scorponok's face. "The Matrix doesn't listen to beggars," he told the massive Headmaster. "It belongs to the one who is strong enough to take, strong enough to keep it. Nothing more or less."

His shield sucked up Scorponok's fire again, but it's glow was getting progressively weaker as the Headmaster battered away at it. Still, the Pretender smiled.

"It does what I command because I was strong enough to take it from Cyclonus. And it will continue to do what I ask because I'm strong enough to keep it away from you."

As he spoke that last sentence, his shoulder-mounted electrostatic rifles swung forward and fired at Scorponok's face.
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"Dammit, we need more firepower!"

Snapdragon looked around the room and saw that the Mayhems and (before he'd been dropped) Monstructor had done a good job of clearing the room of regular troops. There were a handful still left, of course, but not enough to really be a threat to such a sizable group of Decepticons. Or at least, not as big a threat as Thunderwing was.

He turned around to glare at Slog, Venom Barrage, Browning and Skullgrin and bellowed, "You don't need an invite to join this party, you know!"

Then he switched on his comlink. "Skullcruncher, Ruckus, get out here and bring as much backup as you can find!"
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A few seconds later a small squad of Decepticons appeared at the base of the Fearless's ramp.

"Whoa," Gutcruncher said when he saw the carnage the other Decepticons had created. "I'm going to make so much money cleaning this up..."

Ruckus cuffed him upside the head. "Not if you get yerself killed gawkin, yer not! Get moving!"

"Don't be hasty," Ransack interjected smoothly. The short, purple Decepticon scratched his head idly with one of his rotors. "We need a strategy of some kind. I could scout ahead..."

"There's no time for that," Treadshot told him. "Scorponok is in danger. We should keep as much distance as we can and try to--"

"Bah! Enough talk!" Charger shoved past the other Decepticons. "There's killing to be had! Outta my way!"

The Actionmaster bolted forward, flamethrowering the few Imperials he crossed paths with as he made a bee-line toward Thunderwing.

"Or we could do that," Treadshot finished wearily.

"You know, I kind of like him," Skullcruncher opined.

(OOC: Dead mechs walking. :( )

Blackjack
2011-11-23, 02:16 PM
Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

"That's- gerroff!" Talon growled, using his missile launcher as a club to hit Overkill, before launching another missile at the platform around Howlback, attempting to knock her out of the hangar void into space.

"What are you idiots, running around like you're fragging organics? Have you no pride? Predators! Don't just hover there! Kill them!"

The Predator troops behind Talon looked at each other, then began opening fire at Howlback, Overkill and Petard with their missile launchers and lasers. However, because they aren't really good shots, most of the shots that were directed towards Overkill hit Talon instead.

"Bah! Idiots!" Talon howled, raising his missile launcher and blowing up one of his troops, sending his lifeless body spiralling out into the void.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Bomber raised his arm, so instead of getting bullets to the face he got bullets to his lower arm.

"I'll swat you bugs away." Bomber hissed, launching several grenades at Kickback, Tailwind and Shrapnel.
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

"Really. I can't imagine you beating Cyclonus in a fair fight." Scorponok growled as he continued to pummel Thunderwing's shield with his massive claws, his stinger, and all the assorted weapons attached to his larger frame. "If I had an army of troops like y-"

Scorponok couldn't finish his taunt as Thunderwing's cannon blasts slammed onto his face, knocking him away from Thunderwing for the moment.

However, Scorponok was not one to go down like that. As he toppled backwards, he fell apart and landed in his base mode. While it was not as impressive as the giant city transector he used to command, it was still a weapons platform nonetheless, and Scorponok opened fire at Thunderwing with all he could muster.
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"Excellent." Skullgrin said, smiling as Windsweeper was taken out. "Traitors must indeed be punished with a simple solution. Death."

Turning to Snapdragon, Skullgrin shrugged. "I am already in this 'party', Horrorcon. I was just taking out the trash." He transformed into his tank mode, twin slagmaker cannons tracking Thunderwing and opening fire.

Barrage let out an insectoid clacking noise, and opened fire with his sonic cannons at Thunderwing. Browning, likewise, turned on his perch on the Insecticon's shoulder and opened fire at the shell.
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"Safe, my gestalt-mates are?" Slog said to no one in particular as he toddled towards the group that exited the Fearless.

Slog watched as Charger make good his name. "Enthusiastic, Charger is. Stupid, but enthusiastic. Make a memorial sculpture of him, I shall, if he dies." He raised a finger, and something that could only be described as a blob with a monster face waddled towards Slog. It looked like a load of fat, with stubby limbs ending in bone-like blades. The limbs, the growling reptilian face and the tail are the only indicator that it was, in fact, a Pretender shell instead of a blob of fat.

"Phase in, Pretender Shell." Slog said, as with a flash of circular lights, Slog disappeared from sight, having phased into his Pretender shell. "To take down Thunderwing, magnetic powers, I shall activate."

Saying this, Slog sent out a magnetic pulse that, by theory, should knock Thunderwing away from Scorponok onto the other edge of the hangar.
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"Please. You idiots may be able to take down Thunderwing, but this is the enemy camp! Do you think we'd go out without a fight?" Snare asked as he swooped into the room, followed by a freshly-recruited squad of Predators.

Snare twirled through the air, and opened fire, sending machine gun bullets and laser fire tearing through Scorponok's frame, before turning his attention to the troops gathered around the Fearless.

"You primitives killed Stalker and Skyquake. You guys aren't the ones that dunnit, but hey, I can't be picky, can I?" Snare asked cheerfully, arming his missiles and launching them at Snapdragon, Horri-Bull and Barrage.

Barrage, ever alert like the machine he was, moved to roll away.

Browning, however, was less fortunate. He fell off his perch from Barrage's shoulder, and a missile slammed onto the ground near him... when the smoke cleared, of Browning, there was no sign.

optimusskids
2011-11-23, 09:05 PM
Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Squash Bison charged forward and howled in pain as Frenzy's drills penetrated his armour. He couldn't have stopped if he had wanted as his momentum continued to carry him forward even as it drove the drills further into his body.

~*~

Extermivator collapsed sideways toppling towards Ravage as he the missile ripped into him.

~*~

Zoomlion roared with pain as the mortar shells hit him. Growling he batted a paw , claws extended at Buzzsaw

~*~

Caterpillager swiveled with feline grace and bounded towards Rumble . Lasers pinging off his armour.

"Hang on"

He lunged at Rumble with his digger bucket/jaws trying to trap him inside.

~*~

Snarler shook his head trying to pull his tusks free from Tornado

Hydroponics bay

The counter ticked down on the bomb packed into the wrecked ramship.


Space

Skysytalker commed Skorponok on a general command channel.

"I am receiving telemetry from the device on Warhammer the bomb timer is counting down."


Hangar Bay

Venom fluttered up behind Thunderwing and transforming fired his electric-blaster gun, powerful enough to short-circuit a tank into the Pretenders back while simultaneously swinging his axe at th eback of the Pretenders neck.

~*~

Turbo Master swooped down on Snare his chin cannons spewing laser fire.

"I believe you'll find that we still rule the skies.

Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Petard kept firing incoming fire spalling his armour.


Corridors ,Warworld

Whisper transformed and ripped the grille off a ventilation duct. He reached out and made to pull Blackjack after him as he dived into the duct.


Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld


Nightflight gripped tightly on to the knife hilt as he fished another knife from subspace and using his free hand and tried to plunge it again into Scrash 's back.

~*~

Tailwind staggered back as a stray shot took off his left arm at the elbow.

Blackjack
2011-11-24, 07:26 AM
Hangar Bay, Warworld

Scorponok transmitted back to Skystalker. "Excellent, excellent work, Skystalker. Make sure you and your men are out of the blast radius when it detonates. Good show."
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Snare looped around, Turbo Master's laser fire flying harmlessly under him. One of Snare's flight, however, was unlucky enough to be hit directly and spiral off to his doom. Snare, meanwhile, flew straight towards Turbo Master, albeit upside-down.

"We? Of course we Decepticons always rule the skies. Problem is, you guys are obsolete, really."

Snare launched several missiles at Turbo Master.
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Talon grunted as Petard's fire slammed onto him. Overkill still bit onto him. He took aim and launched another missile at Petard.
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Corridors ,Warworld

Blackjack didn't resist, and hopped in after Whisper into the ventilation duct.

Python fist reached in after them, but obviously it couldn't go all the way through, stopping just short from reaching Blackjack and Whisper.

"Tiny ventilation ducts." Blackjack said, calming himself down as Python's fingers closed on thin air. "It's everywhere. Almost like those who built these giant sophisticated war machines wants to be sabotaged by Micromasters."

He saw that the Insecticon Clones were huddled in a corner, in their small insect modes, and he let out a groan.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Scrash yowled in pain as Nightflight plunged another knife deeper into his back. Needler squeezed harder. Scrash continued to launch missiles randomly, arms trying unsuccessfully to tear Nightflight and Needler.

In desperation he threw his back towards the wall, trying to knock Nightflight into a pulp on his back.

Shrapnel growled as he saw Tailwind's hand come off. "Get behind me, me!" Shrapnel told the Micromaster, launching another shrapnel grenade at Scrash.

optimusskids
2011-11-24, 07:46 AM
Hangar Bay , Warworld


Ice Pick fired at Snare cheerfully.

"I believe that statement to be incorrect. I have made a considerable study of obsolescence and Turbo Master here is quite advanced . The predators are however only a few generations advanced from your basic Seeker model. Have you ever really considered the process of obsolescence. Consumer goods are designed with a selll by date and us Transformers were designed originally as a consumer line. Therefore it would seem logical that we too have a best before date. I did in fact consider the Imperial doctrine that considers all previous models to be obsolete but rejected it as flawed. It contains a sweeping generalisation and limits personal freedoms. I do agree we must keep pushing back th e boundaries of technology.

Ice Pick ripped the detonators off some demo charges and scattered them around him cheerfully.

His shell marched back from Fearless carrying even more demo supplies.

"However renewal and replacement must be phased if it is not to lead to utter chaos. Now if we weren't in a confrontation I do have a series of pamplets I can show you outlining the proper doctrine of planned obsolescence. I have often thought to debate the 2 similar but conflicting doctrines with an Imperial would be quite enlightening. What I cannot understand is why any mech from my generation would switch sides to bthe Imperials. Our origins conflicts with Imperial Doctrine and makes us automatically second or third class citizens and as such creatures to be pitied and looked down upon."

He strewed some more explosive around him.

"In fact the Imperial caste system is so rigid that I imagine there is little opportunity for advancement especially if you wear green and white. Condemned to be cannonfodder for nyour entire life while your Imperial overlords reap all the profits and lead a life of luxury . They thought so little of you that they didn't even give you a proper Imperial ship. At least in our armies there is room for advancement and change fra mech to better himself."

~*~

Turo Master dodged and charged at Snare all guns firing.


Corridors ,Warworld



Whisper crawled forward.

"yup stupid Bulks didn't consider us when they designed the ship."

Blackjack
2011-11-24, 09:38 AM
Hangar Bay, Warworld

"Talk talk talk." Snare snapped at Icepick, dodging the Pretender's fire. "It's all interesting, and I'm glad to swap philosophy with you and your tubby friend, but sadly, we're in different sides of the proverbial chessboard... and I have advanced. See, I'm now second-in-command of the entire Predator army."

With Skyquake and Stalker dead, and Falcon taking their place. Advancement nonetheless... but a hollow one. In retrospect Snare probably shouldn't sound so happy about that, but...

Damn, that's quite a distracting thought, isn't it? All this doubts about being an Imperial...

Snare twirled in the air, dodging Turbo Master's blasts and returning fire. "Up yours!"
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Slog turned to Icepick and shook his head. Well, as much as he could, what with his Pretender shell not having much in lieu of a neck.

"Very true and philosophical, your speech is, Icepick." Slog told his gestalt-mate. "But wasted, your words are, on one with a hollow skull." The Pretender tilted his head in puzzlement as Icepick scattered demolition charges. "Unwise it is, to scatter explosives so close to ourselves."
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Ventilation Units, Warworld

"Afterburner is a twit." Blackjack told Whisper as he casually crawled away from Python's arm, which is still trying to grab them. "And we clearly were among the Decepticon ranks when the Warworld was build, too! What a tool."

He shrugged. "Of course, this would lead to a place behind the silly bulk, where we can shoot his head while he's distracted pushing his hand into this hole."

optimusskids
2011-11-24, 10:31 AM
Hangar Bay

Ice Pick continued.

"second command of this task force surely this woefully undersupported taskforce led by a glory seeking obsessed Pretneder warped by Matrix energy. If you should survive will you remain in command or will you be replaced by Units from Imperial central. Would you have been allowed to advance naturally rather than filling dead mechs shoes. Or would you have been stuck forever in a rigid hierarchy imposed by the Imperial bureaucracy who sees fighting troops as so much expendable cannon fodder."

Ice Pick turned to Slog.

"programmable smart mines they are . They will not harm us as long as I am in control. Cutting edge of technology they are.

Blackjack
2011-11-24, 12:46 PM
Hangar Bay, Warworld

Snare mulled about Icepick's words as Turbo Master seemed to have let down his fire for the moment.

The little rock monster did make sense. After all, Thunderwing clearly was warped by Matrix energy. He was not acting in the best interests of the Cybertronian Empire, nor the Liege Maximo. Essentially, they were rogue.

And did Snare really want to follow Thunderwing? Or lead the Predators? Did he have any attachment to the Cybertronian Decepticon Empire?

Snare found out that he simply did not care.

He just wanted to blow things up, was that so much to ask? He didn't care whether he was allowed to advance through the ranks, but damned if he would be used as nothing more than cannon fodder.

Snare let out a howling laugh. "I get you, rock boy. I think I do. Ha ha ha ha!" Snare waggled his wings at Turbo Master. "This little war has got nothing for me. I don't care. Skyquake and Stalker died for it... I'm not going to die for Thunderwing or the Liege Maximo or anyone else. So, if you don't mind, I'll sit this one out."

Snare twirled in the air and flew away from the skirmish, transforming into robot mode and watching the battle below.
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"Succeeded, you have. Expected it, I did not, but a boon to us, it is." Slog told Icepick, yellow eyes twinkling as he phased out of his shell. "Not completely hollow, it appears, his head is."

Slog was filled with a surge of hope.

Unlike most Decepticons, Slog viewed life as of utmost importance. All life has value, but not everyone respected life. Slog never took a life unless when the one he needed to kill was directly threatening him. Or, of course, when he was merged into the death-creature that was Monstructor.

The war wasted life. Even the Autobots murder other Imperials by the hundreds. It was what Slogism was all about to make others see the horror, the terrible waste that this war was. But as with all great art, it had been misinterpreted. The Autobots laud it as proof of the Decepticons' barbarism, of using the dead as trophies. The Decepticons, likewise, boast of the dead that their even their artist could kill.

Nobody remembers the dead in wars such as these. Only in art do they live on. In Slog's art, they are not forgotten.

But Slog truly prefers it more if the enemy did not choose to fight, like what Snare did now.

And the source of this conflict was Thunderwing... the reason for all the death. Slog gestured a diamond-tipped wrist-mounted chisel at Thunderwing. "Muster our attacks on him, we should." Slog said. "Be useful, Monstructor would, right now. Ironic, this is."

"Not to interrupt you or anything, master Slog." Barrage chirped, fingers pressed on his machineguns. "But wouldn't it be, oh, I dunno, useful to shoot him right now?"

optimusskids
2011-11-24, 12:52 PM
Hangar Bay , Warworld

"sense you do make , slag it you've got me doing it now. Anyway as I said smart mines and if we need to cut of fthe head to kill the monster, lets do just that."

6 of the mines sprouted legs and scuttled towards Thunderwing.

~*~

Scowl waved at Ice Pick

"I've hacked into the Warworlds PA system maybe your philosophising might win ove rsome more Imperials."

Blackjack
2011-11-24, 01:04 PM
Hangar Bay, Warworld

Slog turned to Scowl, pleased to see the other Pretender up and running again. "Good work, Scowl, you have done. Excellent, it would be, if Icepick causes the enemy to see sense."

Slog nodded at Icepick, impressed by his gestalt-mate, chuckling a little as Icepick accidentally spoke in his quirky little manner. "Distract Thunderwing, we shall." Slog raised his arms and sent out another magnetic pulse at Thunderwing to push him away.

optimusskids
2011-11-25, 04:16 PM
Hangar Bay Warworld

Ice Pick nodded slowly. He walked over to Scowl the mines automatically scuttling out of his way.

"Where do I speak in here?"


Scowl replied "YES THATS RIGHT."

Blackjack
2011-11-26, 12:53 PM
Hangar Bay, Warworld

Snare, perched on a bunch of pipe-like extensions above the Hangar Bay, watched as Scorponok, the Pretender Monsters and the rest of the Decepticons continued their attack on Thunderwing.

Undoubtedly the Decepticons would win, by virtue of numbers... but Snare knew this was not the only shell aboard the Warworld.

Snare wondered if he should help the Decepticons. He had just argued with Falcon, and has basically... defected? Given up? It doesn't really matter. Snare is just tired of being treated as a worthless cannon fodder. By Thunderwing, by Falcon, by Skyquake, by Afterburner, by the Liege Maximo, by Jhiaxus...

No more.

Snare didn't care about anything at all. All he wanted was to fight, to kill a bunch of people... invade a planet, for crying out loud! All this Matrix crap was really boring him, and in fact it scared him a little. Falcon was obsessed with ruling the Predators. Skyquake, likewise, thought that the Decepticon Matrix was the 'ultimate evil', and has turned away from the Liege Maximo and the true Empire... not that the Empire treated Snare as any better than any of the troops.

So... well... Snare found that watching the battle without participating, while a little boring, at least he wasn't a pawn in anyone's games anymore. (Shame about killing those bugs and the pint-sized Decepticon)

"Heh." Snare muttered. "I now know why Windrazor found hunting pirates so much fun."

Warcry
2011-11-28, 07:13 AM
Near Main Engineering, Warworld

As his drills sank deeper into Squash Bison, the melting Frenzy screamed. The drills continued to spin, even as all of his other bodily functions stopped. Eventually even the scream petered out, leaving nothing but the slowly-fading whine of the spinning drills.
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Ravage bolted away from the falling Extermivator, firing another missile at the Imperial in the hopes of making sure he stayed down.
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Buzzsaw cawed in pain as Zoomlion batted him away, the Imperial's claws cutting into his underbelly.
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Rumble was trapped inside Caterpillager's shovel, swearing like a sailor.

"Crush him!" Radar egged the other Imperial on. "Kill the bugger good!"
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Tornado screamed as Snarler's tusks pulled out of him, ripping out several parts of his inner workings along with them.

Soundwave could be heard to let out the slightest chuckle as he laughed at the Imperial's pain.
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Howlback charged at the lesser Predators, her Feedbacker Shield bouncing their shots back at them as she lashed out with fangs and claws.
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Overkill was stunned by the clonk to the head, but his animal instincts kept his jaw clamped tight around Talon's leg. Furthermore, he was shaken up enough that he didn't realize that it was a bad idea to fire a brace of motion-missiles at the Predator at point-blank range.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Kickback used his rifle as a bat, trying to knock a grenade back in Bomber's face.
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

Thunderwing laughed as Scorponok transformed to his weapons platform mode. His Matrix-powered shield deflected the incoming fire into the deck.

"Fair fight? Hardly. Fairness is the mark of the weak!"

Then Charger ran up to him and flamethrowered him in the face.

"See, this one? He understands." Thunderwing drove his fist through the Actionmaster's chest, then threw him into Scorponok's line of fire. He hoped that the Decepticon's ammo reservoir would be detonated by the Headmaster leader's cannonfire. "He's hopelessly outclassed, but he understands."

(OOC: Two posts -- shortest lifespan for a canon character ever?)

Slog's magnetic pulse sent him staggering backwards, into Venom. The Insecticon's stun charge fizzled against Thunderwing's Matrix-powered shield, but the axe sheared off one of the shell's shoulder-mounted cannons.
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Snapdragon glared at Skullgrin. "I liked you better when you drooled and snarled."

When Snare attacked, the Horrorcon leaped forward, transformed to jet mode and launched himself at the Predator even as he retreated. "You think you can sit it out just because you say so? Eat laser beams, moron! I'm going to kill you twice now for being so slagging arrogant!"
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Hit by a missile, Horri-bull made an outraged noise. Steam shot out of his nostrils as he charged into the nearest wall.
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"Ouch," Skullcruncher commented as Charger was taken down by Thunderwing.

"Eh...just more scrap metal for me," Gutcruncher said, rubbing his hands together avariciously.

Ruckus glared at him. "You know, I think I'm gonna scrap you if you don't shut up!"

Ransack gave Treadshot a sidelong glance. "So...should we wait for them, or join the fight on our own?"

"If we wait for them we'll be here all week," Treadshot told him. Rifle in hand, the Actionmaster dropped under the Fearless's landing gear and waited for a clear shot at Thunderwing.

"Right you are," Ransack agreed. Transforming into plane mode, he took off and started to fire machine gun rounds at Thunderwing.

optimusskids
2011-11-28, 07:26 AM
Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Squash Bison transformed painfully and rolled on to his side Frenzy protruding from his chest. He coughed and a trickle of oil appeared on his lips.

"I wish I could say its been a good innings."


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Extermivator might have survived if not for the second missile that hit and snuffed his spark like a candle flame. He collapsed and didn't move again.

~*~

Caterpillager crunched teeth and pistons operating inside the bucket/jaws.


~*~

Snarler retreated oil dripping from his tusks

~*~

Zoomlion bounded after Buzzsaw like a kitten chasing a ball of string.


Hangar Bay

Venom transformed into insect mode and tried to inject the Shelll with a poison.

~*~

Ice Pick bounded over to the coms unit.

His Smart mines scuttled towards Thunderwing.

Blackjack
2011-11-28, 03:50 PM
Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

The lesser Predators, seeing that their weapons didn't work, attempted to physically restrain her. One of them launched a missile that would hopefully knock the melee out of the cargo bay and into space.
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"No, you bloody reptile-"

Talon growled as Overkill launched the motion missiles point-blank towards him. The Predator was built more sturdily than your average Decepticon, his armour probably matching the strength of some Pretender shells....

But at point-blank range, the missiles tore Talon's stomach section apart. Howling in pain, Talon lashed out with all his strength, attempting to knock Overkill loose so he could just get away.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

The grenade, almost comically, bounced off Kickback's rifle and slammed straight onto Bomber's face. Bomber growled as half of his face was blown apart. Lurching towards the Insecticon, the lesser Predator launched another salvo at Kickback.

Meanwhile, Nightflight's blade pierced Scrash's main fuel pump. The rupture caused a small explosion, a small explosion which tore through Scrash's diluted Imperial Spark, at the same time while Needler made a savage turn which almost certainly tore the cables that ran through Scrash's neck. Scrash convulsed once, and then an explosion tore through the front of his chest, blowing the limply-hanging head of the Fuhrer (and Needler still attached to it) away.

Needler let out a loud, clicking scream as he, still having a deathgrip on Scrash's head, slammed onto Shrapnel square in the face, sending the Insecticon falling on his back.

Needler shook himself off, uncurled from Scrash's head, picked up the severed head with his mandibles and scuttled off to present his new prize to the still-buried-under-rubble Bombshell.
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Ventilation Units, Warworld

Blackjack peered up from a ventilation grating, seeing that Python was still trying to reach into where the Micromasters had entered the ventilation system.

Blackjack shook his head as he turned to Whisper. "Evidently the bulks' larger size doesn't extend to their brains."
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

(OOC: Even Krunix lasted longer than that. Krunix! He ties with Wingblazer, though.)

"Hrnn." Scorponok tried not to show any emotion as Thunderwing killed Charger and lobbed his corpse at him. Scorponok never knew Charger other than he's a violent flamethrower, but he was a soldier under him.

Scorponok ignited the engines under his weapons platform mode, sending him awkwardly moving backwards to avoid the explosion caused by Charger blowing up. He transformed into robot mode as he did so, and even with his little stunt the flames still washed over his front.

He didn't care, though. He's had enough of Thunderwing.

"Oh, I understand all right." Scorponok growled as he stepped through the flames, flexing his claws. He watched as Slog and Venom's attack hurt the former Decepticon leader. "Decepticons! Focus all your fire at Thunderwing! You all know how it goes... he can be hurt-"

Scorponok raised his anti-gravity rifle and opened fire at Thunderwing, before following up with the rest of his arsenal.
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"-Killed, he can be." Slog finished the oft-repeated Cybertronian saying for Scorponok, toddling closer to the battlefield, raising his arms. He raised Charger's still-burning corpse and launched it at Thunderwing, hoping that the poor soldier's death would not be forgotten so easily.

Such a shame, to see another life snuffed as such by one who does not care at all about life.

He looked at Charger. 'Futile Courage Wreathed in Flames', Charger will become, when all of this is over.
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"How uncouth." Skullgrin told Snapdragon. "I, for one, prefer it when my mind is clear of- Snapdragon, what the frag are you doing? Get Thunderwing first! We can kill the little red Seeker wannabe later!"

Still, knowing that Snapdragon probably wouldn't listen, Skullgrin followed Ransack lead and began peppering Thunderwing with slagmaker blasts. "I wonder how the battle is going on in Protihex, what with the real Thunderwing being there and everything."
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"Tch."

Snare sighed as he launched himself off his perch and straight at Snapdragon, transforming into jet mode and launching his own fusillade of laser beams. "Oh, now a straight brawl like this, I like. Come, primitive. Show me what a Headmaster can do."
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"Yes, Gutcruncher. Shut up." Barrage said, voice flat and emotionless as he continued firing on Thunderwing. While he seemed to fire randomly, in truth Barrage's simple brain was actually aiming and firing, aiming and firing, aiming and firing...

This was no longer the 'scorched earth' thing he used to do. He had to aim. To hit. To kill.

Blackjack
2011-11-28, 05:33 PM
Space

A lone figure floated in space, feet barely touching a piece of one of Unicron's destroyed head, still floating in space. He observed the Warworld as the Fearless and the Warhammer attacked it. He watched as the explosions that rocked Protihex could be seen even from his perch. But he knew, deep in his spark, that there was no way that the Cybertronian Empire could win this particular battle.

Jhiaxus narrowed his optics.

To expand, to grow, to colonize--that is simply the Decepticon way.

After, all, Jhiaxus mused to himself, what else could they do? To stand still and stagnate?

The Cybertronian Empire is so much more than the tiny, small-minded war that the throwbacks waged on Earth and on Cybertron, and on Nebulos and one Quintessa. Four tiny planets, which is nothing compared to the grand scheme of the Cybertronian Empire.

The Autobots and Decepticons, they are throwbacks, yes. They are anachronisms, things from an old time... but they have spirit. Jhiaxus could not deny that.

Of course, Jhiaxus himself, though he fancies himself a superior race, filled with control, knew (and loathed) the fact that he was a sadist who found pleasure, who found peace in the roar of battle. The very antithesis of the Cybertronian Empire's perfect vision.

Obviously he keeps this part of him, the part that is a butchering tyrant, over a carefully maintained veneer of calm control. Not that he needed control much while serving as Galvatron's lieutenant, mind... but now was time to assert control again. He had spent years among the primitives, acting as a loyal lieutenant to Galvatron. All in an attempt orchestraed by the Liege Maximo in order to obtain the Decepticon Matrix.

However, a slight wrinkle came when the Quintessons invaded Cybertron before the Empire was ready. Jhiaxus stayed with Galvatron and his small band of resistance force. They lost contact with the 'main' resistance, and were forced to battle in Stanix. Despite Galvatron and Jhiaxus' presence, they lost. Not that the undead mutants there made things any easier, mind... despite his not inconsiderable power, the Quintessons had defeated them. Jhiaxus was captured. It was not until the Reclamation that he broke free from the prisons that held him, but he did nothing more but observe.

For while he served under Galvatron... he had returned to his basic urges. To kill, to hurt, to inflict pain... to see the enemy beg for mercy, mercy that Jhiaxus had none to give. It was the happiest time of Jhiaxus' life, although he loathed to admit it.

He just could not submit to the rage. He cannot. He will not. He was Jhiaxus, Liege Centuro of the Cybertronian Empire. He is not a petty, sadistic Decepticon tyrant. He is Jhiaxus.

He was the Cybertronian Empire.

The Cybertronian Empire is absolute, is infinite. It is the future.

If life cannot coexist with the Cybertronian Empire, they will be... eradicated. Without malice. Just deleted from existence. Well, Jhiaxus liked to think he could be such an efficient machine. Like the Cybertronian Empire. Like the Liege Maximo.

Not like Thunderwing, though.

Thunderwing, himself already a loose cannon, somehow getting his hands on the Decepticon Matrix despite Jhiaxus not being able to retrieve Galvatron's body. But Thunderwing, the sentimental dolt that he is, is obsessed with retaking Cybertron.

Afterburner and Skyquake, are both disgraces to the Empire, too, have not proven themselves worthy. Afterburner is consumed by his own pride, unable to resist using his oh-so-prized Warworld on the first-generation Decepticons. Skyquake, so eager to turn on the Decepticons whom he had served while acting as a mole.

Calcar. So obsessed with having an unknown quantity to use in his strategies. The Dreads. Beasts, all of them. Good riddance.

Fools, all of them.

They did not understand. The Empire is a hand, opening to spread to the four corners of the universe. Closing into a fist of iron, to crush worlds.

The Empire is fire, a wrathful flame to purge the stain of lesser life from the canvas of the cosmos. All that the Empire sees... is theirs by right.

Of course, the rabble that make up their ranks are so easily cowed by a powerful leader, and Thunderwing holding a Matrix is exactly that. It galled Jhiaxus.

Thunderwing... all Thunderwing cared about is a petty vendetta against their old, dead husk of a planet Cybertron. Even as much as Thunderwing fancies himself a master of all he saw, he still sees too small a picture. The Liege Maximo did not need every planet. They certainly did not need these throwbacks.

They were a shadow, a dark reminder of what they all are. Of all that the Empire- that Jhiaxus- wanted to bury and forget.

Jhiaxus let out a soft growl. Autobots, Decepticons, Thunderwing, Skyquake, Afterburner... they are all the same. Consumed by emotions. By ambitions. Like the ones Jhiaxus buries deep within him.

The Empire had order. Structure, a perfect, faultless mechanism destined to reshape the galaxy... until they encountered their ancestors. Old, flawed... an evolutionary stage they had supposedly risen far beyond.

Millions of years of growth and progress... and it fell apart upon contact with their ancestors. Always, no matter how they met them. They were Decepticons, they were the Empire, there was nothing they cannot crush...

But these ancestors of theirs... anything they touch turns into chaos. Even the likes of Skyquake and Afterburner, even Jhiaxus himself, once they had integrated themselves into the Decepticons as moles, they succumbed into the primal rage of the throwbacks.

Their ancestors is... much best left alone until they find a way to rid themselves of their rage, beyond mere masks and illusions of control. The Cybertron campaign is a complete failure.

"Rook." Jhiaxus spoke into his commlink. "I must speak to the Liege Maximo. I have something to tell him."

That the Cybertron campaign is a futile exercise. A waste of resources, when those living on the planet would wipe themselves out.

Jhiaxus took one last look at Cybertron, swore to himself that he would never again steep back into that delicious sea of rage he so loves... transformed into his jet mode, and shot away from the old relic that was Cybertron, leaving the combatants in it to their fate.

The Cybertronian Empire has disowned Thunderwing and his troops.

optimusskids
2011-11-29, 12:10 AM
Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld


Nightflight flew backwards and hit a wal before slumping down.

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Retcon rolled forward hoping to knock the blinded Bomber

for 6 as he knocke dhis feet from under him.


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Ventilation Units, Warworld

Whisper drew a short sword.

"What do you think plunge it through his hand pin him to the inside of the ducting?"


Hangar Bay, Warworld



Ice Pick began to speak. His voice ringing over the tannoy.

"Friends , Cybertronians, Imperials lend me your audio sensors, It is true that we fight , that you see us as technological throw backs to your own prehistory but could we not be instead reverred ancestors. We have more common ground than you know and I say put down your weapons and quit this doomed crusade of Thunderwings for that is what it is. Where are your Battleships, your support ships, your logistics. Thunderwing has dragged you along on his personal vendetta. He leads you to glory or death Glory for Thunderwing and Death for you. Thunderwing stays safe in his many shells hiding liker a techno-spider in its web.Sending you out to do his bidding and to die for him. Your officers shootyou down like worhless empties for minor infractions is this the sign of a well managed Imperial campaign or the action of a bunch of zealots ho ar eout of control. I say that Thunderwing like everything has met his natural expiry date. his ideas and desires are obsolete finished.Can we not put asid eour differences. Will you be allowe dback into the Imperial fold or forever be tainted by the skein of Thunderwings promotion the survivors posted to remote outposts to keep them out of the way."

Blackjack
2011-11-29, 01:53 PM
Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Shrapnel woozily got up, watching as Needler, with Scrash's head between his front mandibles, poked at Bombshell's foot. Bombshell was still stuck under the bunch of girders and rubble, splayed in an almost comical way. "Dammit, Bombers, Bombers..."

Shrapnel watched as Retcon bowled onto the damaged Bomber, sending the Imperial captain slamming onto the deck.

With their leaders dead, the Predators raised their weapons... but Icepick's announcement gave them pause. Whispers began to be exchanged between the green-and-white troops and the garishly-coloured Predators. One of them was pointing at the corpse that Scrash had used as a living shield earlier.

Shrapnel smirked. Those lubby Pretenders may look ugly, but they've got style. He moved closer to Bombshell, and shoved the largest girder away. A groan told Shrapnel that Bombshell was okay, so he moved towards the downed Nightflight. "Are you all right, right?" Shrapnel asked the Micromaster.

He glared at the unsure troops. One of them raised his rifle, and pointed it at Shrapnel's head. "There's no turning back for me-"

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Shrapnel sent several million volts of electricity slamming onto the trooper, frying him. Reduced to his frame-skeleton, the Imperial toppled forwards. Shrapnel tilted his head as he scooped up Nightflight. "You don't have to go through that, that. All we want is Thunderwing, Thunderwing. Work with us, us."

"Fllls" Bomber gurgled out as he attempted to get back up, pieces of his face flaking apart, his mandible hanging by one end. "Kll thm. KLL THM!"

Some of the Imperials raised their weapons and opened fire at the Decepticons, but several--a good proportion--did not fire their weapons, unsure of what to do. One of them even trained his weapon at Bomber... and fired. The Predator captain's back was pierced by a single laser round, and his single working optic winked out.
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Ventilation Units, Warworld

"You do that." Blackjack told Whisper with a grin. "Once he's distracted, I'll zip in and shoot out his eyes."

optimusskids
2011-11-30, 12:37 PM
Ventilation Units, Warworld


Whisper crept back and raised his sword before plunging it down hoping to spear Python's hand

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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld


Nightflight groaned optics fluttering weakly.

"slag I feel like I've been run over."

Hangar Bay


Scowl glared at the Imperials

"RIGHT THEN YOU 'ORRIBLE LOT YOU HEARD PICKY 'ERE. YOU ARE EITHER FOR US OR AGAINST US WE MAY NOT BE AS TECHNOLOGICALLY ADVANCED AS YOU LOT BUT WE HAVE REGULAR RATIONS, PAY , HOLIDAY ALLOWANCES AND UNDER GIGATRON A CHANCE FOR PROMOTION AND JOB SECURITY PLUS NO RANDOM SHOOTING of THE POOR SLAGGIN' INFANTRY BY THEIR OWN ORFICERS AND YOU LUCKY SODS I BELIEVE THERE IS A SIGNING BONUS OF 500 SHANNIX FOR EVEN YOU LOWLY PRIVATES WITH A SLIDING SCALE UP TO WARRANT ORFIICERS LIKE MYSELF . WE MIGHT EVEN BE ABLE to FIND SOMETHING TO GIVE TO THE SLAGGIN ORFICERS

Blackjack
2011-12-01, 01:55 AM
Ventilation Units, Warworld

Python yelped as he felt his hand stabbed by some sort of tiny... needle... thing. He tugged at his hand, but he underestimated the strength that a small Micromaster like Whisper could possess.

Python reached for his missile launcher, intent on blowing up the floor, but just then a little black blur zipped past him. Blackjack's steel-card launchers slid out from the sides of his hood. Three pairs of razor-sharp cards shot out straight at Python's face.

"N- aaieeeeeee!" Python tried his best to move his head, but the sword that held his hand kept him in that position. Blackjack's cards sliced through the plexiglass that was the outermost layer of the optic, the impact causing the plexiglass to shatter. The cards continued until they slammed onto the spherical optic sensor, embedding themselves into them and tearing them apart.

"MY EYES!" Python screamed, raising his missile launcher and opening fire randomly in the general direction of where Blackjack had went. Blackjack zipped around the poorly-aimed blast easily. "You damn midgets! I'll get y'all, you see!" Python yelled, aiming his missile launcher down at where his hand was trapped and opening fire.

"Whisper, move!" Blackjack yelled into his commlink.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Shrapnel winced at Slog's loud voice. Bombshell, on the other hand, was startled straight awake. "I'm up! I'm up! Kickback, get that bucket of ice water out of my face- oh."

Shrapnel glanced at Nightflight and chuckled. "You should see the other guy, guy. He's there, there, there, there and over there, there."
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With Scrash and Bomber both dead, the Imperials in the corridor were arguing amongst themselves. Many began to question their allegiances after hearing Scowl's and Icepick's speech (hey, no one wanted to be shot at by their own bosses) but still so many of the Imperials are loyal. Bomber's killer had been torn apart limb to limb.

"Where are the backups, where are the X-5 Starcruisers and the Thunderjet armada?"

"The Decepticon Matrix- even if they are right, the Matrix can't be wrong-"

"I don't want to be shot up!"

"Thunderwing's a prick!"

"Throwback slag! We are the Empire, we are the fist that crushes all that stand in our path!"

"We are the Liege Maximo's chosen one, you traitorous scum-"

Oh, some of the Imperials had the clarity of mind to take aim and shoot at the Insecticons and Micromasters, but the confusion does throw away their aim.

Warcry
2011-12-01, 07:31 AM
Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Ravage prodded Extermivator's corpse with one paw, then turned away from the fallen Imperial. Seeing the wounded Squash Bison and the mangled Frenzy, he bounded toward the Imperial and tried to finish him with a claw swipe to the face.
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Buzzsaw flapped his wings, desperately trying to put some air between himself and Zoomlion.
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As Caterpillager's jaws closed in on Rumble, the small Decepticon transformed his arms into pile drivers and started to lash out, hoping to smash his way free of the Imperial's grip.
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Tornado tried to raise his gun to shoot Carnivac, but he was so badly hurt that the weapon dropped from his fingers as he sunk to the ground in a heap.

"Finish him," Soundwave told the Pretender indifferently.
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Howlback's Feedbacker Shield turned opaque as the missile hit it, then redirected the force of the explosion right back at the Predator who'd attacked her.
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Overkill's armour was flash-burned by the missiles' explosion, with molten metal dripping off of him onto the deck, but the cassette wasn't deterred. His jaws were pulled loose from Talon's leg by the Predator's latest swipe, but that only freed him up to lunge for the gaping new hole in Talon's gut.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Kickback danced back from Bomber's latest grenade salvo, then smiled as the Imperials started to argue amongst themselves.

"So, uh...do we kill them all while they're distracted, then?"
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

Thunderwing grunted as Venom stabbed him with his poison stinger, but that was all -- he was hollow, after all, and the poison just dripped into his empty internal cavity. He pushed off, regaining his feet and warding off the scuttling smart bombs for the moment with a spread of low-powered Matrix blasts.

When Scorponok ordered the other Decepticons to attack him, the Pretender waved his hand diffidently to project a Matrix field between them and him.

"Bad idea," he told the Headmaster. "Very bad idea. I'll show you why."
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Snapdragon laughed. "Shut up, Skullgrin," he said disrespectfully. "No one cares what you have to say now that you're not comic relief."

Then he laughed even harder at Snare. "Headmaster? Hardly. Your boss made sure of that when he brought me back from the dead."

He flew straight at the Predator, ignoring the lasers that pinged off of his armour until he was close enough to transform to beast mode and try to grapple the jet.

"Triple changer? That I can do."
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Horri-bull transformed to robot mode, pulling himself out of the wall he'd run into and shaking his head to clear it. He turned around toward the battle...just in time to see a streak of grey, green and black flying toward him. The moment it took him to realize it was Thunderwing was long enough for the Pretender to lash out, grab Horri-bull's head in both hands and squeeze.

A muffled scream carried out of the crushed head as Nebulan blood stained the deck.

"You want to throw their lives away, Scorponok? Fine. I was going to kill you first, but since you're a useless coward I think I've had a change of plans. I'm going to kill your men one at a time. And you won't be able to stop me."
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Ransack stopped firing when Thunderwing flashed across his field of view too quickly to target.

"What makes you think the real one is down there?" he asked Skullgrin. "He could be here. Or somewhere else entirely."
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"You're just mad because your spare parts wouldn't be worth as much as his," Gutcruncher told Barrage.
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Skullcruncher scowled as Thunderwing shot across the room. He aimed his softening-up gun at the Pretender, but before he could fire it had shot off again -- this time for Icepick.
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Ruckus, indifferent to the prospect of friendly-fire casualties, sprayed the room with rockets in an attempt to hit Thunderwing.

Treadshot ducked under one of them, but didn't waste time trying to lecture the Triggercon. It would just be a waste of breath anyway. Instead he turned to Barrage and said, "You look like a good shot. Are you?"
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Thunderwing appeared beside Icepick and threw a punch at the Pretender Monster without ceremony, trying to cave in the other Decepticon's skull.

optimusskids
2011-12-01, 07:43 AM
Hangar Bay

Ice Pick ducked warned of Thunderwings approach by signals from his shell.

The shell moved in and attempted to punch Thunder wing with its claws that could punch through 12 inches of pure grade steel and can crush a tank without even trying.

Ice Pick's robot leapt out of the way using his leaping ability to put some space between him and Thunderwing.

Ice Pick pulled out his Fireball Bazooka and turned to fire at Thunderwing.

Ice Pick smiled

"Served under Galvatron so we're kind of up on how to survive a matrix obsessed mad mech."

~*~

Scowl still working the PA continued to talk

"SEE IT LOOKS LIKE WE'VE HIT A NERVE THUNDERWING IS TRYING TO SILENCE MY COMRADE HERE BECAUSE HE SPEAKS THE TRUTH. I DON'T HAVE THE ELOQUENC EOF MY COMRADE BUT I'D SAY THAT PROVES THAT THE POWER CRAZY LOON HAS DRAGGED YOU OUT HERE ON A PERSONAL VENDETTA AND DOESN'T CARE HOW MANY OF YOU HE SACRIFICES.

Blackjack
2011-12-01, 11:14 AM
Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

The Predator whose missile was deflected by Howlback grunted as it tore his chest apart, sending the now-dead Decepticon floating helplessly out of the hangar, into the fate that he had intended for Howlback.

"If we can't get her, cage her!" One of the Predators yelled.

"Where do we get a cage?"
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Talon yelped as Overkill lunged into the hole in his gut. The damage to him meant that he couldn't move quick enough. He had to contend with raising his cannon and opening fire at the Cassettecon.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

"Why don't we do what we came here to do in the first place, place," Shrapnel told Kickback, "And blow the reactor core up, up?"

Bombshell chuckled. "Distraction. I can do distraction- Ooo, you brought me a gift!" Bombshell crouched down and took Scrash's head from Needler, who clicked and chirped happily. "There's a good boy." Bombshell patted Needler in the head.

"You can be distracted, you mean, mean." Shrapnel remarked snidely.
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

"Eh, he's not my boss." Snare told Snapdragon as he twirled in the air, avoiding the Horrorcon's lunge at him with a burst of speed. "And, uh... I'm not a xenobiologist, but I have no idea what kind of reptile you're supposed to be."

Snare looped around, but didn't return fire, wanting instead to drive Snapdragon crazy by the fact that he can't catch him.

And then he'll shoot him in the head.

"Ooo, that's how a Headmaster dies. Nasty way to go." Snare winced as Horri-Bull was killed. "You sure you'd rather be fighting a lone rogue Predator than running amuck down there?"
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"No!" Scorponok roared as Thunderwing killed Horri-Bull. Then he steeled himself. The Decepticon troops with him knew the risks they were taking. To panic, to give Thunderwing that small victory... would dishonor the deaths of Charger, Horri-Bull and Kreb. No matter how stupid they are.

"You will die, Thunderwing." Scorponok snarled, charging towards Thunderwing as he stopped running around and assaulted Icepick, launching a lance of electricity at the Pretender. "Decepticons, attack!"
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"How is it that now I'm lucid I'm ignorable, but when I'm SKULLGRIN SMASH my words carry merit?" Skullgrin muttered at the departing Snapdragon, but soon turned his attention to Ransack. "Point. So while we all die fighting his super-powered shells... oh, I hate this. We've lost two of our men, and we're not even sure if destroying this shell will even hurt Thunderwing!"

Skullgrin growled, transforming into his tank mode. "At this rate, we'll all be dead before the real Thunderwing shows his face!"
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Barrage ignored Gutcruncher, focusing on trying to get a bead on the fast-moving Thunderwing. He very nearly got a bead, but a stray rocket from Ruckus forced him to duck.

Barrage glanced at Treadshot. "My function is a gunner. Yes, I am a good shot." Barrage told Treadshot. "You're better than me, though. I know who you are."
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Slog watched in silence as Horri-Bull was murdered. -Lost, another life is. Pity. Such a waste, it is. 'Melancholic Ignorance', he shall be.-

"Away, from him, you get." Slog said, raising his arm, chisel-claws gleaming in the light, and attempted to push Thunderwing away from Icepick with his magnetic powers. Slog so wanted very badly to chastise Thunderwing for his disregard in life, his pompous arrogance... but Slog knew his words would fall on deaf ears.

-Irredeemable, he is. Folly, his actions. Devoid of meaning, they are.-

"Like Galvatron, he is not." Slog told Icepick. "Clinically insane, Galvatron was. Excuse, he has, for his actions. Insane, Thunderwing is not. A blithering idiot, he is."

optimusskids
2011-12-01, 01:08 PM
Hangar Bay

Scowl aimed his steel-shattering, hypersonic, stereophonic implants at Thunderwing and triggered them.

Warcry
2011-12-06, 07:24 AM
Bridge, Warworld

Robot Man X clapped his hands together gleefully.

"Yes!" he said. None of the two dozen or so other Imperials had enough of a brain to even look up at him, so he contacted Eagle Eye. "Sir, I've got the targetting systems online again."

"Good work," the SkyScorcher told him. "Target Polyhex and fire."

"Aye, sir. Targeting."

His hands flew across the tactical console...but stopped dead when a loud thump echoed through the room.

Even the dimwitted troopers looked up when they heard that.

Robot Man X's eyes quickly shifted over to the bridge's only entrance, where the doors now featured a deep indent where they met. As he watched, a trident jammed into the small opening that had formed, twisting and forcing the doors open.

A monstrous creature followed the trident in, tentacles lashing as it impaled a trooper with it's weapon. It was followed by a giant half-naked human, a bipedal canine, an obviously-evil Optimus Prime lookalike, a pint-sized scorpion clone and, finally, a regal-looking skeletal warrior.

"Robot Man X? What's happened?"

"The Mayhem Attack Squad," he choked out. Guessing that he had maybe ten seconds before one of them reached him, Robot Man X finished keying in the firing command and hit 'execute'.

"Cannons firing, sir."
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South Corridors, Warworld

Eagle Eye nodded gravely as he heard Robot Man X's report.

"Good work, soldier. It's been a pleasure serving with you."

"Thank you, sir. I--agh!"

Eagle Eye cut the signal, then pulled out a remote command terminal for the Warworld's control circuits. Hey keyed in the sequence that destroyed the bridge linkages, then continued on his way.
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Howlback bristled at the Predators' idea.

"How about this instead?" she asked, leaping for the nearest Predator's throat. "I kill all of you, then roll your internal wires up into a ball and play with it."
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Talon's shot blasted one of the missile launchers off of Overkill's side, but the tiny Decepticon wasn't deterred. He sank his fangs in, then fired off his remaining missiles at the Predator's wound.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Kickback laughed at Shrapnel's suggestion. "Great idea," he said. "Except for, you know, the whole 'us being onboard the ship when it explodes' part. I don't know about you, but I'm not looking to die a hero any time soon."
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

"Do tell."

Thunderwing shot bolts of Matrix-lightning at Icepick, then shot away before either the Pretender's shell or his fireballs could arrive. At the back of his mind, he hoped to see Icepick shoot his own shell by accident.

Scorponok's electric bolt knocked one of his cyclone cannons away, and Scowl's hypersonic scream ruined the Pretender's balance, but it didn't matter. He wasn't planning on shooting or maneuvering. He was running at Scorponok with Blurr-like speed, meaning to run into the bigger Decepticon with a full head of steam.
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"I made my choice."

Snapdragon transformed back to jet mode and fired a spread from his gyro-gun at Snare, trying to throw the Predator off-balance.

"See, there's a funny thing about history. Just because you decide that you're not going to fight doesn't mean that the fighting you've already done isn't going to turn around and bite you in the aft. Just because you say you're out of the fight doesn't mean I have to agree with you."

He swung around for another pass.

"Of course, if you really want me to leave you alone you're more than welcome to take a few shots at ol'Thunders yourself. As an ex-employee of his myself, I promise that it's very therapeutic."
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Ransack transformed to robot mode, landing beside Skullgrin and nodding.

"I had the same thought myself. It's not a very subtle strategy, but when you've got a seemingly-endless supply of disposable avatars it doesn't need to be. The question is, what do we do about it?"
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Treadshot shrugged. "I can't argue with that," he told Barrage. "I'm the best shot in the Decepticon army. But I'm also the most powerful weapon we've got. There's just one problem."

Then he transformed, compacting down to a Transformer-scale revolver that hovered in the air in front of the Insecticon.

"I can't aim and fire myself while I'm a gun. You can."
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Gutcruncher glared at Slog.

"Hey, you! Ugly! Stop eyeing up my salvage! I got here first, I got claims on all the current and future corpses that get made here."
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Skullcruncher grabbed Ruckus and forcibly aimed his weapons at the ground when Thunderwing charged at Scorponok.

"Hey, what gives?"

The boss's already been shot by one Triggercon today. He gets shot by another, he's not giving you the benefit of the doubt."

"But Thunderwing--"

"Will make a great snack. But trying to shoot through Scorpy to get him won't help."

optimusskids
2011-12-06, 08:19 AM
Hydroponics Bay

The Warhammer exploded. The detonator reached zero and the explosives that had been packed into the former destroyers hull went up in hail of shrapnel.


Hangar Bay

Ice Pick screamed in pain as a fireball engulfed his shell. The shell smoking and blistered hastily divested itself of allthe explosives it was carrying which was now extremely unstable

Blackjack
2011-12-14, 06:05 PM
Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

The Predator didn't even had the time to move before Howlback tore his throat apart. His trigger finger still depressed on his weapon, and as he convulsed, he sprayed the bay with his weapon.

The other Predators scrambled to duck away from the stray fire, but one was torn apart as the high-velocity slugs slammed through his torso. Another one screamed as a slug slammed through his leg.
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Talon was completely unaware of his troops' condition as they battled the Cobalt Sentry. The saurian clawing his way into his wound took all of his attention.

This isn't how he wanted to go out. He wanted to go out in a blaze of glory, at the very least. Like Skyquake, who died battling Shockwave, the best of the first generation of Decepticons. Like Stalker, who died battling the Wreckers, the best of the Autobots.

Not some pint-sized dinosaur!

"No, no no no NOOOOO!"

Talon attempted to shove Overkill off him, but the Cassette's fangs had found purchase in his circuits. Overkill's missiles found their way into Talon's wound and detonated, igniting Talon's fuel lines and circuits. Talon's chest exploded in a ball of flame.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

"What about the 'controls electricity' part, part? I can control when the fuel cells explode, explode. I'm good, good." Shrapnel told Kickback.

"Riiight." Bombshell scoffed, still petting Needler, bouncing Scrash's head on one hand. "How sure are you that you can do this?"

"I can do it, it." Shrapnel insisted. "Probably. Theoritically. Hypothetically, hypothetically."

"Ha." Bombshell scoffed. "That's reassuring, Shrappers. What about timed charged bombs? Do any of you have them?"

"I can control timed bombs, bombs." Shrapnel offered.
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

Slog flat-out ignored Gutcruncher, instead transfixed on the main problem at the moment Thunderwing. There was time to turn the disrespectful Gutcruncher into a sculpture later. He watched as Icepick's shell was damaged, and winced.

"So fast, he." Slog muttered.

He raised his chisel-arms and attempted to knock Thunderwing down with a magnetic pulse, but he doubted it would affect Thunderwing much, not at the speed he's moving in.
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Scorponok growled as Thunderwing charged him.

In his mind, he knew what to do. Brace himself, charge at Thunderwing to minimise the momentum of the impact, and transform at the very last moment so Thunderwing will impale himself on his tail, thereby leaving the Pretender open to fire from his back-mounted cannons.

But the reality is quite different.

Scorponok managed to charge at Thunderwing and engage his transformation circuits, but only succeeded partway.

Thunderwing slammed onto Scorponok mid-transformation, a fist slamming through Scorponok's side and tearing out chunks of Scorponok's inner circuits. Pain shot through his side as two of his scorpion legs fell away. He was pushed over by the sheer force...

Scorponok felt a sense of deja vu. This was what it's like, fighting Galvatron, an insane, chaotic enemy who cannot be reasoned with.

For a moment, Scorponok was afraid. 'I don't want to die' was the dominant force in his mind... that it wasn't really his war... But Scorponok tensed himself. He won't watch his warriors fight and die, he won't run away and flee.

He'll accept his responsibility.

His fate.

He can't do any less.

"THUNDERWING! I'M COMING FOR YOU!"

Scorponok roared, digging his pillar-like legs onto the ground and stopped Thunderwing from pushing any further.

"I'll rip you to pieces with my bare claws! Tear your circuits out with my teeth and spit your diodes back at you!" Scorponok snarled. "DIE, THUNDERWING-- DIE!"

Scorponok lashed out with his claws and stinger at Thunderwing, attempting to tear chunks off the Pretender even as his legs struggle to keep Thunderwing from bowling over him.
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Snare twirled through the air, and the gyro-blasts slammed onto the bulkheads behind him.

"Meh, between you and that ice sculpture and that red glob down there, you first-gen guys do yak a lot." Snare quipped. "Still, you have a point, but you're not my frieeeaaaaaaiieeeeeee-"

Snare's chest exploded. Or at least, it felt like it did. Talon's dead! Talon's...

Skyquake. Stalker. Talon. All dead because of Thunderwing.

Snare is a loner by principle, and he couldn't care less about the lives of everyone else, but his team, his brothers.... no doubt Thunderwing intended to discard him, just like them.

Snare recovered almost instantaneously, and transformed into robot mode. "Talon is dead." He doubted Snapdragon knew who Talon is, but Snare didn't care. "Thunderwing's not a better mech than he is."

Snare pulled out his Megavisor rifle, took aim at Thunderwing's head and opened fire.
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Skullgrin shook his head. "One minute into clarity of thought, and already I must solve a puzzle like this. Truly the world has a funny sense of humour."

"Honestly, kid?" Skullgrin told Ransack, hefting his slagmaker cannon (it felt so light when he had a shell, damn it) and aiming it at the melee between Thunderwing and Scorponok. "I'm a Pretender. It hurts. A lot. When you destroy a Pretender shell. And you know what the boss said if it can be hurt, it can be killed."
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"Excellent idea." Barrage told Treadshot, catching the other Decepticon mid-air. "Get ready to fire. I reckon we have one shot before Thunderwing realises what we're up to."

Barrage then shut up and aimed Treadshot, following Thunderwing's head as he moved so quickly towards Scorponok...

Warcry
2011-12-15, 05:58 AM
South Corridors, Warworld

The Warworld rocked as an explosion ripped into it. Eagle Eye was far enough away to be spared the brunt of it, but he was still knocked off of his feet.

As he was struggling to regain his footing, the lights went out. Then the artificial gravity followed, and the only thing holding him to the deck was the faint tug of the Warworld's substantial mass.

"Alright, I've had about enough of this..."
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Howlback didn't even act surprised by her victim's spasmodic spray of gunfire. She just moved onto her next victim, jumping at the nearest intact Predator with claws extended. If she was troubled at all by the lack of gravity, she didn't show it.
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Overkill's face was badly melted by the explosion that took out Talon and the cassette floated free, handing sedately in the air as if he were a piece of modern art.

He didn't move.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Kickback groaned. "You know what else can control timed bombs, Shrappers? Timers! Seriously sometimes I feel like I'm working with a couple of children!"

Then the lights went out and the hall went dark as the ship began to shake.

"What the Pit?"
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

Thunderwing was bounced a bit by Slog's magnetic pulse, but his speed had carried him past the brunt of the blast. But when he collided with Scorponok, the force of the impact sent him spiralling off toward the ceiling, momentarily disoriented. The Headmaster's wild swipes tore away chunks of armour, exposing some of the shell's inner workings as it tumbled away.

Snare's shot hit the shell in the back, sending both of it's wings flying off in different directions.
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Snapdragon grunted. "See? Feels much better, doesn't it?"
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Ransack shrugged. "Maybe. But getting body parts pruned off doesn't seem to be hurting it much."

He grabbed onto a support stancheon to keep from floating away as the Warhammer explosion lifted him off of his feet.

"You got any ideas how we can hurt it?"
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"Just try not to shoot anyone I like," Treadshot warned Barrage.
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Gutcruncher glared at Slog, then kicked off of the deck and started firing up at Thunderwing as he floated up.

"Fine then," he told the Pretender Monster. "Be that way. I'll go make my own scrap!"
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Ruckus got a panicked look on his face as he floated up into the air.

"Oh! Oh hell!"
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Skullcruncher, meanwhile, took advantage of the loss of gravity to transform into beast mode and launch himself into the air at Thunderwing, jaws-first.

Blackjack
2011-12-15, 07:05 AM
Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

The Predator that Howlback attacked next tried to shoot her with his missile launcher, but the feedbacker shield around the Cassettecon sent the missile back at him, blowing up everything from the waist up.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

"Hey, I'm not the one with idiotic ideas." Bombshell told Kickback as he placed Scrash's head back into subspace and letting Needler settle in his head again. "I'm like, the only sane guy around here."

"Right. With a dung beetle sitting on your head, head. The best image of sanity, I'm sure, sure." Shrapnel jeered. He turned to Kickback and was about to offer a remark, when the lights went out, and gravity became weaker...

"Looks like someone got to the idea of blowing up the power core or something before we did." Bombshell said. "Speaking of which- can we get some light here?"

Shrapnel's antennae crackled with electricity, dousing the corridor with light blue light. The corridors near them was still filled with squabbling Imperials, but none were paying any attention to the Insecticons.
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

Slog raised his chisel-tipped hands towards the ceiling, and attempted to cause Thunderwing to remain there, so the others can get a clear shot.

But the gravity was switched off, and Slog floated towards the ceiling. "Unusual sensation, this is."

He glared at Gutcruncher, jabbing his chisel-tipped claw at the direction where Gutcruncher is floating. "Scrap, you shall be, if continue blathering about profit you do! 'Death by Greed', you will become! Shoot more, you should!"
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Scorponok roared. "DIE, THUNDERWING!" The Headmaster ignored all the pain shooting through his wound. He transformed--painfully--into his scorpion mode, skidding on his side due to the missing legs and parts, but ignored it. Especially since the lack of gravity soon caused him to float.

The AA-cannons and Electro Stingers charged and opened fire at the floating Thunderwing. "DIE! Decepticons, open fire!"
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"Aren't you about to join in?" Snare asked Snapdragon. "Whoo, clipped his wings! You're right, this is fun."

The Predator flew in a zig-zagging pattern, though, fearing a counterattack from Thunderwing.
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"You don't like anyone." Barrage told Treadshot. Once Thunderwing was clear, he aimed Treadshot at the floating Decepticon.

The gravity disappeared. Barrage compensated.

The barrel is aligned with Thunderwing, moving as Barrage himself floated up... Barrage's wings unfurled and he hovered in place with it. "Firing."

The crosshairs perfectly lined with Thunderwing's chest, Barrage pulled his finger on the self-designated most powerful weapon they've got.

optimusskids
2011-12-15, 07:31 AM
Ventilation Units, Warworld


Whisper retreated down the ventilation shaft and out of range of Python's missile launcher. He bumped againstt he roof of the shaft as the gravity died.

~*~


Near Main Engineering, Warworld


Squash Bison reared back but Ravage still managed to leave a scar on one of his cheek. He lunged at Ravage trying to strangle him but the gravity died and he floated awkwardly towards the ceiling.


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Zoomlion bounded after Buzzsaw shooting streams of concrete after him.
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Caterpillager shook his jaws as Rumble struck back

"ooomph that hurts."

Dents began to appear in the digger bucket. He made to crunch Rumble lightly then to spit him out. Although as the gravity failed he ended up spitting him towards the ceiling.

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SNarler lunged forward trying to spear Tornado in the head.


Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Retcon bounced off a wall and floatd gently upwards.

~*~

Tailwind groaned as pain wracked his body

Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Petard spun round as Talons missile impacted.



Hangar Bay

Scowl swam upwards as the gravity died

"I'LL GET HIM ICEPICK ."

~*~

Ice Pick combined with his shell and burnt and blackened lurched forwards.


"Slag everyone watch out .

Heat damaged explosives and his smart mines began to float off the deck.

Ice Pick grabbed a stanchion and held on.


~*~

Turbo Master swooped down on Thunderwing firing his cannons at full cycle.

Blackjack
2011-12-15, 08:59 AM
Corridors, Warworld

Python, minus one hand, likewise floated up towards the ceiling, energon floating around in globules.

"Wha-" Blackjack, likewise, was lifted off the ground, wheels spinning uselessly. He transformed into robot mode and glanced at Python, who was opening fire randomly. "Whisper, you okay? Was that you?" Blackjack asked, referring to the sudden lack of gravity.

He aimed his card launchers at Python, and opened fire, intending to annoy the Predator and make him spend more of his ammo. Which Python did, shooting missiles in Blackjack's direction but missing the small target.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

"Oh, yeah, yeah." Shrapnel said, remembering Tailwind. The lack of gravity took over then, and both Shrapnel and Bombshell (and the miscellaneous dead bodies around them) floated into the air. "Crap. Any of you have any medical training, training?"

"Don't look at me. That thing with Nightbird was only installing a rudimentary brain, is all." Bombshell said, as he grabbed onto a computer console to avoid slamming into the ceiling. "Say, you look like a lamp, Shrappers."
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

"Watch out, for Icepick's mines, you!" Slog warned at Scowl. Hovering in the air, Slog waved his stubby limbs helplessly. "Okay, you, Icepick?" Slog asked.

optimusskids
2011-12-15, 11:44 PM
Corridors, Warworld

Whisper in jet mode flew out of a vent and fired a volley at Python's back.


~*~

Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Tailwind coughed oil seeping in floating globules from his severed limb.

Hangar Bay, Warworld



Ice pick hung on for dear life.

"Good am I , I am even , just charred round the edges. Which idiot broke the ceasefire, I was making progress."

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Scowl sent a sonic wave at a cluste rof mines detonating them.

Blackjack
2011-12-16, 11:16 AM
Corridors, Warworld

Python, blinded, roared and lashed around blindly, firing missiles around, which, without anything to guide them (and the lack of gravity as well), missed the tiny Micromasters by a large margin.

Whisper's blasts landed on Python's back, tearing into him. Python yowled, and attempted to spin around and fire at the Micromaster, but Whisper was as good as his name was, and Python had trouble even locating the Micromaster by sound.

Unable to drive in the weightless atmosphere, Blackjack transformed into robot mode and launched more sharp-edged cards at Python, tearing into his missile launcher and blowing it up.
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The Insecticon clones, huddling in the ventilation units, chirped loudly as the gravity disappeared. Running on instinct, Zaptrap, Salvo and Shothole swarmed out of the grates and transformed into robot mode.

Seeing the friendly Micromasters battling the wounded Python, they pulled out their weapons--weaker versions of those wielded by Shrapnel, Kickback and Bombshell--and joined in opening fire at Python.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

"Well, crap, crap." Shrapnel muttered, looking at Tailwind. "Are you sure none of you don't have any medical training, training? Retcon? Nightflight?"

Bombshell winced. "That's a lot of leaked energon. That's never good."

Needler chirped.

"No, Needler, you can't eat him." Bombshell groaned. "Not while he's still alive, anyway."
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

"Thunderwing, that would be. Idiot, only one around, he is." Slog told Icepick.

Warcry
2011-12-18, 11:35 PM
Near Main Engineering, Warworld

When Squash Bison floated off, Ravage nimbly vaulted after him. He snapped his jaws at the Imperial's underbelly, silently pining for his transector and it's much larger supply of weapons.
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Buzzsaw used the lack of gravity to his advantage, swooping up and away from Zoomlion at an impossibly sharp angle. He tried to swing around until he was behind the Imperial so he'd have a clear shot at him.
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"Whoa!" Rumble screamed in surprise as Caterpillager spat him out toward the ceiling. He waved his hands ineffectually, then bounced off on an odd angle. He looked around for his attacker, but he was in a bit of a daze and couldn't see him.
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Soundwave nodded in satisfaction as Snarler finished off Tornado.

"Good work," he said, using the wall to keep from floating off. "Now, onto Engineering. We have to see if we can restore power."
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Howlback continued to slice through the Predator formation, taking advantage of the loss of gravity. She attacked with claws and fangs and relying on her feedbacker shield to protect her from the Imperials' missiles.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Kickback looked at the confused, squabbling Imperials, then back to his fellow Insecticons.

"Shouldn't we, you know, shoot them or something?"

He looked over at the wounded Tailwind, shaking his head. "Nothing more than the basic first-aid course," he told Shrapnel. "But maybe you can use your electricity to cauterize the wound? If we can stop him from leaking, he's small enough that one of us can carry him around in our chest compartment until we can get him to a Constructicon or something."
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

"Sure, why not?" Snapdragon started to fire laser and gyro blasts at Thunderwing, although he didn't think it would make much of a difference either way.

"Glad to have you on the team," he told Snare.
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Gutcruncher spun around and glared at Slog. "You know, I've had just about enough of your lip, you ignorant little blob of artificial cellulite!" He turned away from Thunderwing and started shooting at Slog with his infrared lasers. "I'll shut you up for good!"
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Ransack twisted smoothly around the floating explosives, firing his machine gun at Thunderwing whenever he got a clear shot.
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A heat-damaged mine bounced off of Skullcruncher's tail. He swatted it away, but not far enough. The munition exploded, damaging his armour and sending him flying off on a tangent away from Thunderwing.

"Dammit!"
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Instead of pinning the floating Thunderwing, Slog's latest magnetic pulse sent the Pretender bouncing off the ceiling. Scorponok's cannon fire started to eat away at his armour...until the Pretender's Matrix shield reappeared to stop it. Then the Decepticon's weapons, along with his minions, stopped having any effect.

"You know, Scorponok...I think I've played with you long enough. I--"

Barrage's shot tore through the shield like it was so much tissue paper, shredding clean through Thunderwing's chest and back before punching another hole through the ship's hull. The shield disappeared again, allowing the other Decepticons to score hit after hit. The scream of air escaping into the vacuum of space almost drowned out what the hobbled shell said next.

"It's time to end this, old friends. It's a shame that you lack the vision required to see that joining me is the only way to have a place in Cybertron's new order."

Purple lightning seemed to explode off of the shell in every direction, arcing toward the nearby Decepticons as well as the Fearless, all the other ships in the hangar and the hull of the Warworld itself.

"DIE!"
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"Maybe not," Treadshot admitted to Barrage, "but keep shooting Thunderwing like that and I might start to like you."
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Ruckus screamed as one of the lightning bolts hit him, but not for long. The energy of the blast melted all of his internal fuses and circuit breakers almost as soon as he felt the pain, and his systems went into emergency shutdown to keep the damage from melting his brain module. His body continued to float there, a blackened, smoking wreck that would be of no use to anyone other than perhaps Slog.

Blackjack
2011-12-19, 07:36 AM
Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

The next Predator in the Cargo Bay fell under Howlback's assault, while the rest, seeing Talon's death, had the sense to transform and fly off.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Bombshell looked at the Imperials, then cackled. "Bwah ha ha ha!" He then proceeded to launch cerebro-shells into the crowd, and soon the chaotic scene became even more chaotic as unexpected gunshots from seeming allies tore through the insane, floating mess.

Needler chirped and added some tongues of flames into the mix.

Shrapnel looked at Bombshell, shook his head, looked at Kickback, and nodded. "Not a bad idea, idea. Though I've never used it like this... guess there's always a first time, eh, eh?" Cradling Tailwind in his left hand, Shrapnel's right index finger glowed blue as electricity gathered there from his antennae. "This might sting a bit... oh, who am I kidding, kidding? This'll sting a lot, lot."

Shrapnel then, as cautiously as possible, moved his finger and bolts of energy started to jump and cauterize Tailwind's wound, melding the ends of the leaking lines shut.
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

"I'm not on your team." Snare told Snapdragon. "I'm not on anyone's team... I'm just helping you because, you know, the enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that- watch out!"

Snare twirled in the air, narrowly avoiding being hit by one of the blasts coming from Thunderwing.
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"Folly, your actions are." Slog shook his head in disappointment. "Stupidity personified, you are. Missed, you shall be not- Pretender shell phase out!"

Belying his stubby, blob-like structure, Slog's shell let out a roar, and with a flash of circular energy, Slog's robot mode phased and shot towards Gutcruncher, launched by his own magnetic field. Slog ignored the infrared lasers bouncing off his exostructure, and deployed the diamond-tipped chisels on his robot-mode wrists*. The chisels Slog normally used to sculpt corpses, but in this case, he intended to stab Gutcruncher through the chest and end his life before the idiot hurt somebody else.

Slog did not like to kill... but when push comes to shove, others will know why he is a Decepticon and not an Autobot.

*(OOC: The toy had chisel-like things on the wrists, I kid you not)
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"How long does it take you to reload?" Barrage asked Treadshot, as his insect wings fluttered madly while he moved to evade Thunderwing's lightning, finding a place behind the Fearless where he could easily peek out and take another shot at Thunderwing.
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Skullgrin followed Ransack in opening fire as Treadshot's blast brought them an opening... but grunted as one of Thunderwing's blasts slammed beside him, and he lost his grip and floated to the air. "Oh, frag-"

A second blast hit him, and he screamed as the lightning tore into his systems. His slagmaker cannon exploded, and it was soon followed by some fuel lines within his body. Skullgrin screamed again as his circuits were melted, and his unfortunately-untapped brain was melted.

Like Ruckus, Skullgrin now floated limply in the air, devoid of life.
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Scorponok roared with triumph as Barrage and Treadshot managed to give them an opening to tear into Thunderwing. Then Skullgrin and Ransack and Snapdragon and Scowl and the rest all piled onto Thunderwing...

Oh, it was so delicious to hear him scream!

Then Thunderwing went berserk as he was hurt. Purple lightning exploded everywhere, tearing into the ships in the hangar bay, tearing through several of Thunderwing's own Predators...

Then Ruckus fell. Scorponok never got to know Ruckus more than 'that guy who used to follow Thunderwing around'. Now he's dead.

Then Skullgrin was torn apart as well. Skullgrin's loss, Scorponok regretted... he was such a useful Decepticon, a bruiser as well as someone to talk to at the same time...

No.

Scorponok had no time to tell Gutcruncher to stand down (what is it with his Decepticons and suddenly revolting like this?) nor did he had any time to consider Snare's defection, or Skullcruncher being knocked away, or to congratulate Barrage and Treadshot.

Not when a purple lightning arced towards him.

He was too big to evade any of it completely, even if he was not injured.

Thinking fast, Scorponok's leg compartment engorged out a mewling black-and-orange Decepticon, who screamed as the purple lightning tore onto him and vaporized him. And just like that, Fasttrack, Scorponok's semi-sentient drone helper, was gone.

Scorponok didn't have the time to regret Fasttrack's death, though he knew it'll be a scene he'll mourn much later. Fasttrack made enough of an opening for Scorponok to finally activate his jet boosts and move awkwardly into cover.

"Come get me, Thunderwing!" Scorponok roared, hoping to distract Thunderwing from killing Skullcruncher or any of his men... and to give Treadshot and Barrage another chance at hitting Thunderwing.

(OOC: Fasttrack beats Charger as the fastest canon hi-then-die guy here)

optimusskids
2011-12-19, 07:39 AM
Hangar Bay, Warworld

Ice Pick glared at Gutcrucher.

"Stop , wheres the profit in attacking Slog. Think of the amount of Salvage in the Warworld."

~*~

Retcon shook his head

"not me words are my forte."


~*~

Turbo Master hovered and carefully fired at a spot between Thunderwings eyes.

Blackjack
2011-12-20, 07:50 PM
Hangar Bay, Fearless

"Distract him, you should not." Slog told Icepick. "Liability, he. Respect, he does not have. Into him, mold some respect and humility."

-In the process die, he probably will. Care, I really do not. Life, deserve not, Gutcruncher.-

Warcry
2011-12-26, 11:45 PM
Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Howlback made a satisfied noise as the Predators fled. Once they were gone, she inspected the carnage all around her. Enemy and Aimless were dead and Overkill was in bad shape. As for the others...

She glanced over at Petard and asked bluntly, "You alive?"
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Kickback watched Bombshell sowing havoc among the Imperial ranks. He smiled and looked over at Shrapnel. "I knew there was a reason we kept him around."

As the other Insecticon tended to Tailwind,
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

"Meh," Snapdragon responded to Snare's rationalizations. He banked sharply, then converted to beast mode and swung around a pillar to avoid Thunderwing's latest onslaught. "You're on the 'Everyone Kill Thunderwing' team. That's good enough in my books. 'Course, if you want to finish our rumble after he's done I wouldn't say no..."
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Gutcruncher made an angry noise as Slog tackled him, carving shallow rents in his thick armour with his chisels. "Hey, stop that!" he shouted at the Pretender. "You're ruining my resale value, you know that?"

He tried to knock the Pretender away with a one-handed shove to the face, and at the same time he shouted, "Stratotronic Jet, home in and attack!"

At his call, the blue, black and orange jet shot out of one of the Fearless's hangars and roared toward them.

"Think of all the salvage he'll waste on his ridiculous art-school projects!" he shot back at Icepick.
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Ransack steered around a bolt of lightning, but his course brought him right into Skullgrin's floating remains. His left wing sheered off at the tip and he spun, flying into a bulkhead before he could recover. He bounced off the wall, his body mangled into an untransformable wreck as his brain module flipped into stasis mode.
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Transforming to robot mode, Skullcruncher tried to grab ahold of Scowl as he floated past the Pretender.

"Some help?"
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"I'm a revolver,"Treadshot told Barrage. "You've got five more shots before you need to worry about that."
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Thunderwing floated toward Scorponok, his entire body now seemingly wreathed in crackling energy. Turbo Master's shots found their mark...and then they simply disappeared as if they had never existed. Thunderwing's head didn't even rock backwards from the impact.

"What a waste," he said scornfully as he drifted toward Scorponok. "You could have had a place in my new order, you know. A mech of your skills...but you let that disgusting green organic taint your mind. And now, look at you. Nothing but useless scrap!"

The Pretender shell surged forward, arms outstretched as it tried to wrap Scorponok in a bear hug and pour all of the energy that it could draw upon straight into his body.

optimusskids
2011-12-27, 10:01 AM
Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Squash Bison wriggled

"Gedd orf that tickles stop biting my axle."

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Zoomlion paddled helplessly as the gravity disappeared.

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Caterpillager extended his tain/backhoe and made an attempt to Swat Rumble like a cricket ball.

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Snarler shook Predator remanants of fhis tusks.

"Lets go."

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Corridors


Whisper fired again at Python

Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Petard slowly picked himself up

"I'll live."


Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld


Tailwind muttered semi conscious

"noo Stormcloud no run , get away from the fireeeeee."


~@~

Hangar Bay

Scowl grabbed Skullcruncher

"RIGHT WHAT NOW ."

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Ice Pick snorted. He replied to Gutcruncher.

"you idiot , where do you think he gets it all from. Haven't you seen PMA Corp on you books . He's probably one of you most loyal customers."

He turned

"Scowl transmit tell everyone I suggest we leave this Hangar Bay, theres no cover and we're bunched up as one big target. Thunderwing needs the Warworld we can destroy it while he's hunting us down individually.


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Double Punch scuttled out of the Shadows magnetic tips to his legs keeping hims anchored.

"Normally I'd be working out whether or not to switch sides about now but I can't betray Skorponok. I think it's part of the drones original programming. S I reckong being known as the mech to take down Thunderwing that's got to be worth something."

He sprang claws snapping hoping to sever some piping on Thunderwings chest.

Blackjack
2011-12-28, 03:57 AM
Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

"But of course, course." Shrapnel told Kickback, glancing at Bombshell who is laughing like a cliched cartoon villain, no doubt ever so happy finally able to control minds and set them against each other. After what had happened to Bombshell, Shrapnel really couldn't blame the other Insecticon.

"Mua ha ha! Mua ha ha!" Bombshell laughed as the Imperials slaughtered each other.

Shrapnel glanced back to Tailwind. "He's delirious, delirious. What do we do, do?"
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Corridors, Warworld

Blackjack joined Whisper, launching steel cards at the blinded Python.

One too many bullets or cards sliced through the Imperial's head, and tore through the vital brain circuits. The Imperial went limp, just floating there with no arm and no life.

"Well. He's dead." Blackjack told Whisper, moving his arms as he tried to swim in the gravity-less situation. "Shall we blow up the Warworld?"
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

Snare did likewise, transforming into robot mode and using the momentum to grab and spin around a pillar, before transforming back into jet mode.

"Oh, after he's done? You're up, Snapdragon. Besides, it's not like I have anything better to do..." Snare's Megavisor missile launcher locked onto Thunderwing and opened fire again, launching missiles.
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"Value, you have not." Slog replied as Gutcruncher shoved him away. "Thick armour, you have, however. Jet, deal with first, I shall."

Turning to the immediate threat, Slog attempted to use his magnetic powers to wrench Gutcruncher's Stratatonic Jet's compounds apart. It's engine, preferably. Slog wanted to disable the jet, not destroy it... it could, after all, be useful.

"Art, you understand not. Business, you understand not. Sell to me, your consumers do! Corpses, no one else desire! Your money line, I am!"

Slog heard Icepick's strategy. An excellent plan... providing that he could take out Gutcruncher, or at least knock some sense into him so that he wouldn't hurt the other Decepticons.
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Barrage glanced as Ransack and Skullgrin were brought down, while listening to Treadshot's reply "Good. Although I worry more about getting hit by those bolts of lightning."

Barrage's beetle wings fluttered and moved them away from another blast of lightning. "He's attacking Scorponok." Barrage said matter-of-factly. "Good opportunity."

Barrage raised Treadshot, adjusting for the movements caused by his hovering... and fired at Thunderwing's head.
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Scorponok saw as Turbo Master and Double Punch attempted to damage Thunderwing. He saw the blast coming from Treadshot and Barrage.

But all he could see, all he could hear, was Thunderwing himself as the energy crackling around him.

"Wrong. I am a better being than you." Scorponok spat out. "I am better than you."

He didn't need any Matrix to be recognized by Autobot and Decepticon alike. He didn't need any supernatural baubles. He was recognized based on his merits, all his merits as a Decepticon warlord. Virtues. Vices. Scorponok. Zarak. All of them.

He had prepared himself to die.

The Decepticon army, after all, is in good hands. Gigatron, Cyclonus... even Soundwave.

All that was left to do was for an old warlord like him to do what he did best. War. Stand his ground, one last time. He will not run, not from Thunderwing.

Scorponok's optics glared at Thunderwing as he launched himself at the Pretender, defiant to the end. His claws attempted to dig into Thunderwing, his stinger attempted to unleash all the energy contained in it into Thunderwing, all the cannons opened fire at Thunderwing...

And Thunderwing's energy crackled through Scorponok, tearing through his body. Scorponok did not scream. Scorponok did not show any pain. Only resolute determination and anger in his optics.

"You'll fail." Scorponok said, his strong, deep voice more an echo, as life ebbed away from the former Decepticon leader. "You'll fail." Scorponok then disintegrated, literally torn apart into his atoms. There was no explosion, no flashy effects, and Scorponok dissolved into dust.

(OOC: RIP :()

optimusskids
2012-01-03, 11:53 PM
Hangar Bay

Scowl reacted like the seasoned Non com that he was

"RIGHT EVERYONE , INTO THE WARWORLD ATTACK , LET SKORPONOKS DEATH NOT BE IN VAIN. THIS HANGAR BAY IS A KILLING GROUND LETS GET OUT OF HERE AND LET US DO THE KILLING."

Warcry
2012-01-06, 08:11 AM
Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Ravage snarled, scorning Squash Bison's wriggling as he lashed out with his claws.

"Die, you ridiculous fusion of mismatched parts! I don't have all day to waste on you, you know."
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Buzzsaw fired his mortars at Zoomlion's unprotected belly cawing triumphantly as he did.
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Rumble yelped as Caterpillager swatted him into a wall. He slammed into it hard and bounced off, firing his back-mounted lasers as soon as his involuntary movements brought him back around to face the Imperial. He was in such a daze by now, though, that he could barely see straight.
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Soundwave gave Snarler a curt nod, then headed through the hall and into the main engine room. He'd expected a warm welcome, and he'd had his concussion cannon and multi-missiles at the ready...only to find that there was no one there. All of the control consoles were dark, save for one in a far corner of the room. He approached it just closely enough to see the dim yellow-lit words: "Remote command mode engaged", and the control pad that had been taken from a dock just above them.

"Smart," he admitted. "Apparently this won't be as easy as we'd hoped." He turned and looked at Snarler, casting an evaluative glance over him.

"That impressive proboscis of yours," he said, gesturing toward the nose, "is it any good for tracking?"
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

"Good," Howlback told Petard. She gestured to the downed Overkill. "So will he, probably. Help me drag him to that escape pod over there." She waved a paw toward the outer hull. "Then we're going to find something else to kill."

Without waiting for an answer, she bit down on the scruff of Overkill's neck and started to drag him.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Kickback shrugged. "Let him do what he does, I guess," he told Shrapnel. "Question is, what do we do? He's creating a mighty good distraction for us right now, if you've got anything nefarious in mind..."
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

Snapdragon laughed. "After Thunderwing's done? I'm going back to my room and having a nap. Good luck finding me in the mess. What, you think I'll work up the energy to fight just anyone?"

He was about to follow Snare's lead and fire when Double Punch got in between him and his target.
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Gutcruncher snarled. "You think I'd sell to someone as small-time as him, Icepick? A long time ago, sure, but I know better now. Off-world bulk buyers, that's the ticket. Mostly, they smelt everything down for ingots. The market's a bit tight since the Junkions got overrun, but I've got my contacts..."

He winced as Slog's magnets started to pull on his jet, but it had only ever really been there for a distraction anyway. With the Pretender suitably occupied, he fired his shoulder-mounted tank cannon at the irritating, backward-talking lunatic.
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Skullcruncher tried to ignore Grax's nausea and focus on what Scowl had said. "That's a good plan in my books. You lead the way!"
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"Maybe. But you already have, Scorponok," Thuderwing whispered to his vanquished enemy.

But then the Pretender, his energies temporarily depleted by the discharge that had slain Scorponok, was caught completely unawares by Double Punch's tackle. The tubing on his chest was torn open, and corrosive gasses spewed out to mingle with the nearby air.

Barrage's shot just missed as the Pretender shell was dragged down by Double Punch's weight. The round blew another hole through the hull, and the escaping air swallowed up Snare's missiles as well.
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"Don't waste your shots," Treadshot advised Barrage. "I'm not a machine gun. You can't simply spray and pray, no matter how effective that tactic is with other weapons."

Blackjack
2012-01-06, 03:52 PM
Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

"I like the word 'nefarious'. That sounds like the title of a particularly awesome novel I've read somewhere. I want to use it as much as I can." Bombshell said, clapping his hands together as the chaos continued, and more cerebro-shells were launched into the crowd.

Needler had disengaged himself from Bombshell's head, and is flying around, randomly torching Imperials with his flamethrowers whilst not being noticed at all.

Shrapnel shrugged, placing the wounded Tailwind into the cockpit-shaped place on his back. He shrugged, "Our orders are basically to raise hell, hell. Is there anywhere that we can take over, say... a security office, or something similar, similar? I bet I could hack in, and help us track Thunderwing or whatever, whatever. And Retcon could probably broadcast his propaganda stuff easily from there, there."
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

Snare snorted at Snapdragon's comment, then laughed mirthfully. "Right, why bother at all?"

Why bother at fighting at all? Best to do what he likes to do, when he likes to do. Fight whatever happens to cross his path, ignore everyone else... this had been as much slavery as it is being a soldier.

But before he could do anything, the blast that sucked Snare's missiles out threatened to do likewise to the Predator, the small jet being knocked off-course as the atmosphere was sucked out. Yelping (a noise that soon disappeared in the void of space), Snare transformed, fingers closing around the edge of the hole, hanging on.
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"Garbage, your words are, the same as you."

Slog's Pretender shell materialized from subspace around Slog, and the tank blast slammed onto it, tearing a chunk of the synthflesh from the Pretender shell's stomach, but it saved Slog from the brunt of the blast.

Slog thrust the two massive bone-like claws that protruded from his Pretender Monster shell's stubby arms, a techno-organic compound as hard as metal, in an attempt to pierce Gutcruncher's stomach. "Talk, you should not. Help me, you should, Icepick." Slog muttered.

What a fool, Gutcruncher is, more concerned about profits when their entire species' fate hung in the balance! Slog considered himself participating in this battle as foolish as well, but what can he do? Gutcruncher was trying to gut him.
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Barrage answered Treadshot with a noncommittal, "Hmm."

A prouder Decepticon would have argued or scoffed at Treadshot's advice, while a less experienced Decepticon would have slavered himself, thanking the superior warrior for an advice. Barrage was neither inexperienced nor proud.

He only wanted to do what he is built to do. And since Treadshot's advice was helpful--unnecessary, but helpful--Barrage had only acknowledged it.

Barrage took cover behind a chunk of debris, then shook his head. "Double Punch is in the way." He said. Probably unnecessary, Treadshot could see for himself. But it was the polite thing to do.

optimusskids
2012-01-08, 04:12 PM
Hangar Bay

Ice Pick sent his shell swimming toward Gutcruncher aiming to sever his knees with his claws.

"You have strayed from the path of Planned Obsolescence you have been consumed by greed. You have disrupted the cycle . Do you think the Imperials will trade with you . They have massive bureaucracy to fulfil their recycling needs. They will not tolerate anyone interfering with their targets and statistics. You will be a statistical anonomaly a blip to be ironed out."

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Scowl charged towards a corridor leading out of the Hangar bay in large bounds trying to combat the lack of Gravity.

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Double Punch watched Thunderwing as he let go and droped downwards.

"no Gravity plus an uncontrollable outrushing of gases I do love physics. You have killed my progentior and must suffer."

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Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Squash Bison transformed and kicked off the ceiling heading towards Ravage hoping to crush him in a rugby tackle.

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Buzzsaw's fire impacted going through Zoomlion and breaching his concrete tanks. Concrete spewed out filling the air floating due to the lack of gravity. Zoomlion hung motionlessly.

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Caterpillager despit impacts from incoming laser fire let his feline side take over and batted at Rumble with a paw sending him hopefully towards another wall.

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Snarler licked oil off his tusks

"yeah of course I can , I mean why else submit to this if there wasn't an upside. Always happy to help you Soundwave Sir ."

Snarler would normally would normally have argued the case but had noted Soundwaves multiple weapons so opted for obsequiousness instead.

Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Petard transformed and picked up Overkill's legs

"lets get this done Howlback and kick some Imp aft."

Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Tailwind groaned

Retcon sidled over

"I reckon we need Mr Sparky over there to do his electricity thing and get a computer console with a map up and running.


Corridors

Whisper brushed oil and microchips splashed on him from Python's demise off his body.

"lets do this."

Warcry
2012-01-11, 06:36 AM
Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Ravage transformed to cassette mode, hoping to float safely through Squash Bison's outstretched arms. Changing his mass while he was moving naturally translated into an increase in speed, as the laws of physics did their best to preserve his momentum even as they were ruthlessly molested by advanced subspace manipulations. He noted with some satisfaction that, if his velocity carried him away safely, his enemy would run the risk of flying right into the cloud of wet concrete leaking from the ruined Zoomlion.
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Rumble screamed as Caterpillager swatted him yet again.

"Uh...some help, Buzzy?"

Buzzsaw flew away from the immobilized Zoomlion, an annoyed expression on his face.

"Must I do everything for you, you silly biped?"

He fired a pair of mortars at Caterpillager's back, hoping to distract the Imperial even if he didn't hurt him.
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Soundwave nodded. "Good," he told Snarler. "This remote control that they ran off with really only has one function with the ship in the state that it's in, and I think we'd all prefer if we caught the Imperial who has it before they abandoned ship and set off the self-destruct."

He transformed to tape deck mode.

"Take me with you, and move as fast as you can. We don't know how much of a head start the enemy already has."
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Howlback didn't respond to Petard, what with her mouth being full of insensate saurian. After a few minutes worth of carrying, though, they tossed the damaged cassette into an escape pod and she slammed her paw down on the 'launch' button.

"Thank you," she told the unfamiliar Decepticon, surprised at how much she genuinely meant it. She didn't care for working with others most of the time, but this mechanism seemed fairly reliable through it all.

"Keep close to me," she told him, "and I can protect you with my feedbacker shield. And as for those Imperials...lead the way. I'll be right with you."
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Kickback chuckled. "Well, since the gravity and most of the lights are out I wouldn't give you good odds on getting into their network, Shrappers. Just a hunch." He smiled. "'Course, like Retcon says you can probably fire up a terminal and find a map for us. That'll make wreaking havoc so much more efficient..."
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

"I'm gonna hate myself for this in the morning..." Snapdragon transformed to beast mode, extending one arm out to Snare when he saw the Predator's plight. His other hand found purchase on a support stancheon and dug in with it's claws.

"Get back here! I didn't go to all the trouble of getting you to shoot Thunderwing just to see you die!"
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"Why you--ugkh-" Gutcruncher made a disgusting noise as one of Slog's claws tore into his gut. It didn't push all the way through, it's momentum eaten up by the force needed to breach the Actionmaster's armour, but it certainly got deep enough to sting.

"You'll pay for that," he told the Pretender. "I'm sending the bill for my replacement armour to the executor of your estate just as soon as I've murdered you!"

He punctuated his ridiculous statement by firing his tank cannon that the Pretender shell's face.

His jet, meanwhile, fired a fusion cannon blast at Icepick's shell while swinging it's secondary weapons around to target the mech himself.

"Stay out of this, you!"
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Skullcruncher awkwardly swam along after Scowl, hoping the Pretender knew where he was going.
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Thunderwing glowered at Double Punch.

"Your progenitor wasn't worth the scrap my minions rebuilt him with," he spat at the smaller scorpion. "And you're barely worthy to stand in his shadow. Killing you will be a mercy."

His forehead laser fired at the Decepticon's chest as he was talking.
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Treadshot made a noise that indicated he agreed with Barrage. "Yes, I know. Thank you for not shooting through him, by the way. Most Decepticons I've worked with haven't been that discriminating with their fire."

Blackjack
2012-01-11, 01:39 PM
Corridors, Warworld

"You're the one with the map, Whisper." Blackjack told his fellow Micromasters as he pinwheeled his arms in an attempt to navigate the zero-gravity field, before giving up and activating his jet boots.

"Let's find the nearest power core or anything that looks remotely important and hope it's unguarded."
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Shrapnel shook his head. "I was thinking, that maybe networks have a reserve backup power, so even if the main generators are disrupted by whatever our boys are doing, we can still access files and the like, like. The ones at Darkmount are like that anyway, anyway..."

Shrapnel waved a hand lazily over a nearby console, and it lighted up, dousing the corridor with an eerie blue light, which soon morphed into a holomap of the Warworld. Some of the classified areas are obviously blacked out, but it was enough for the Insecticons to work with.

"Still, efficiency first, eh, Kicker, Kicker? Help me figure out this, this." Shrapnel told Kickback and Retcon.
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

Snare yelled something, but it was lost in the roar of air escaping from the Warworld. But it was something about telling Snapdragon to handle Thunderwing and leave him, he can take care of himself.

Snare didn't look a gift horse in the mouth, though, and he activated the afterburners that ended on his back and legs, and shot out and grabbed Snapdragon's outstretched hand.
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"Thick armour, you have. Unsurprised, I should be." Slog told Gutcruncher. "Money, still your priority. Live, you do not deserve to."

Slog did not bother to support Icepick or correct Gutcruncher misaimed views, all that he could think of is to mercy-kill the idiot and make him into a most humiliating sculpture.

"Watch out, Icepick, you must!" Slog yelled at his gestalt-mate, braving the cannon shot to his face, which tore off the Pretender shell's synthflesh. Slog's true head peered out from the melted mass of what remained of his shell's face. Slog growled.

He attempted to jab again, but only as a distraction. Really he was activating his magnetic powers, attempting to use the close range to focus and rip out every single piece of magnetic metal inside Gutcruncher's body out. Nucleon or no nucleon, that would surely hurt.
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Barrage nodded. "I may not look it, but I am a professional, Treadshot. The enemy won't be scared if the battlefield is filled with our own dead."

Barrage glanced at Gutcruncher, Slog and Icepick, fighting like they were Shrapnel's sorry bunch of Insecticons. "Unlike some Decepticons, we really do need to get things going. I have half a mind to blow the two of them apart, but that would mean causing the rest of the Pretender Monsters to come for us, even though we are the only real chance of stopping Thunderwing."

optimusskids
2012-01-12, 12:30 AM
Corridors, Warworld

Whisper pointed.


"This way then theres a cluster of targets, a security room, database and auxilary power room all adjacent to one another."

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Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Snarler picked up Soundwave jaws carefully and moved off at a brisk trot on the trail of the offending Imperial.


~*~

Squash Bison zoomed past Ravage through the globules of concrete and bounced off the floor.

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Caterpillager glanced over his shoulder and whipped his tail/ backhoe towards Buzzsaw hoping to slash him.


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(ooc Overkill hoisted by someone elses Petard)


Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Petard nodded to Howlback

"makes sense as my armour is thicker, any particular destination in mind."

Petard primed a Grenade and lobbed it out of the cargobay to clear any lurking Imps from the corridor.

Hangar Bay

Double Punch did a forward roll and the laser only creased his left heel.

"Vilanious monologue bit of a cliche Thunderwing."

Double Punch lunged for Thunderwings back hoping to cling on and slash and hack with his claws where Thunderwing would find it difficult to dislodge him.

"Master Bludgeon has taught me much of Metallikato, and I have mastered 6 of its 9 precepts. I struggle with Self control and feality"

He glanced towards Barrage and Treadshot

"Cunning I picked up naturally, Gentlemechs I believe your shot is now clear."

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Ice Picks shell tumbled backwards missing a chunk of its chest.


Ice Pick scowled.

"I believe Slog doesn't require my assistance , I believe you may be the first Nucleonite to turn from a Robot to a pile of scrap. I can see your gravestone now. Here lies Gutcruncher :scrap value 1300 Shannix."

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Turbo Master landed next to Barrage and Treadshot

"3 Shannix on the Sculptor to win but seriously we need to get out of here Thunderwing and Gutcruncher seem tobe the only opposition left."



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Scowl bounded towardsthe exit in long lazy jumps.


He fired his sonic disruptor at a stray Predator who fell over oil dripping from his audio sensors.

Blackjack
2012-01-12, 08:02 AM
Corridors, Warworld

Blackjack chuckled.

"What are the odds that they put three important rooms next to each other, eh?" He floated along. "Let's go, then... I say we blow up the auxilary power room, and then take out the security room. What do you think?"
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

Barrage did not hesitate, leveled Treadshot at Thunderwing's head and opened fire when Double Punch said so.

He glanced at Turbo Master, but did not reply to the Action Master, so focused he was in his sniping.
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"Forgotten, Gutcruncher will be." Slog told Icepick. "Death By Greed, he shall come to be known."

Warcry
2012-01-18, 05:55 AM
Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Ravage transformed back to beast mode, bringing a new pair of proton bombs out of subspace as he did. He kicked nimbly off a wall, used his claws to anchor himself against the ceiling and fired both of the projectiles at Squash Bison.
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Buzzsaw cawed in surprise as Caterpillager swatted him, sending the cassette spiralling away down the hall.

Rumble, for his part, finally managed to steady himself enough to fire his lasers at the Imperial again.
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Soundwave quietly seethed at the indignity of being carried around by a beast, and wondered for the thousandth time why he'd never seen fit to adopt a vehicle mode.
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

(OOC: That hadn't escaped my notice. :D )

Howlback shock her head. "I don't even know where we are, exactly. But I can track the rest of my team by their transponders, if any of them are still alive. What about you?" she asked Petard.
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Kickback tisked as Shrapnel asked for help. "Stand aside," he said. Then he rubbed his hands together eagerly before he started tapping commands into the keyboard. "This looks like work for a spy to me."

He entered in a string of commands, and after a few seconds the blacked-out sections of the map were filled in.

"Sparkstalker Algorithms," he grinned. "Works every time. Thank you, my dear, departed Firecon. I can try the network too, if you've got enough juice to keep the terminal running."
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

Snapdragon didn't hear a word Snare had said, but that hardly mattered. As stubborn and ornery as he was, he would have just ignored it anyway. When the other Decepticon (or Imperial, or whatever...it's not like it mattered anymore, really) grabbed his hand, the Horrorcon hauled him back inside.
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Gutcruncher's armour was built from the finest in nonferrous plating, of course, and he'd taken great pains in ensuring that it would repel any magnetic attacks like the one Slog was engaging in. It would have, too...if he didn't already have several significant holes in it.

The Actionmaster screamed as his insides were pulled out through the rents and tears in his armour.

His jet's engines fell silent, and it lazily drifted into the nearest bulkhead.
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Thunderwing scowled. "Metalikato is a joke, insect," he growled at Double Punch. "And so are you."

He tried to fry the unwelcome backpack with a burst of Matrix energy, but his reserves were exhausted from destroying Scorponok and even the Matrix's power wasn't able to recharge limitlessly.

Annoyed, the shell tried to physically pry Double Punch off of him.
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"Yes," Treadshot told Barrage. "Our comrades do have an inconvenient inability to focus on the job at hand."

Seeing Double Punch get out of the way, he amended that to, "Or some of them, at least."

The plasma blast shot from his barrel, and the aim was true. It didn't so much pierce the unprotected Thunderwing as it melted him, liquefying the front half of the shell's torso instantly. Its limbs flailed aimlessly for a few more moments before they stopped.

The hangar was suddenly so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
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Still following Scowl, Skullcruncher stopped and held onto the nearest doorframe as he saw the Thunderwing shell struck down.

He broke the silence with his usual thoughtfulness. "So, uh...what now? And who's in charge now, anyway?"

optimusskids
2012-01-19, 07:16 AM
Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Squash Bison bellowed in pain as a bomb ploughed into his back leaving a ragged crater. Lifting his head he sent a gout of flame towards Ravage.


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Caterpillager swum through the air towards Rumble as a laser blast ploughed through one of his wheels destroying it.

He fired 2 missiles at Rumble.

~*~

Snarler paused at an intersection.

"mmphh he mphhhh went mphh this way."

Snarler struggled to talk whlile carrying Soundwave. Boar drool ran over the cassette player.


Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Petard looked around.

"My team got wiped out on the way in. I guess there might be someothers from the Fearless on the Warworld."

He spotted a movement underneath the corpse of an Imperial.

"Strike you made it?"

Strike waved a leg feebly.

"just about someone get this damn bulk off me."


Hangar Bay


Scowl paused as the Hangar Bay fell silent.

"IF DOUBLE PUNCH IS HERE IT MEANS THE MAYHEMS ARE AROUND SO I GUESS BLUDGEON WOULD BE THE SENIOR OFFICER. IN THE MEANTIME I SUGGEST WE TAKE THE WOUNDED TO THE FEARLESS MEDBAY. RESTOCK FROM HER ARMOURY AND ENSURE OUR LINE OF RETREAT . IF THE FEARLESS ISN@T GOING ANYWHERE WE NEED TO SECURE A SHUTTLE.


~*~

Double Punch pried himself off semi molten Thunderwing Shell

~*~

Ice Pick swam over to SLog to check on his compatriot.

Warcry
2012-01-24, 07:06 AM
Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Ravage braved the flames, carrying on through them and accepting the damage they would do to his armour as the price he had to pay for getting a chance to claw Squash Bison's optic sensors out. Once he was close enough, his forepaws lashed out in precise strikes at either side of the Imperial's face.
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Rumble kicked away from the wall, narrowly gliding past Caterpillager's missiles as his own lasers kept on firing.
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Corridors, Warworld

Soundwave would've shuddered if he'd been in a form that had any articulation at all. Instead he just said, "Use your radio, please and thank you."
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An unknown distance ahead of them, Eagle Eye had arrived at his destination -- the Warworld's escape pod control nexus. He took a few moments to slave all the pods' launch sequences to his master control pad, then started moving down the hall again.
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Howlback used her Feedbacker Shield to push the larger Imperial off of Strike.

"Are you functional?" she asked.
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Skullcruncher shrugged. "Sounds to me like you just volunteered to organize things 'til we find Bludgeon," he told Scowl. "And hey, a voice like yours it's not like people have a choice whether they'll listen to you or not. You're already giving the dumb fleshie in my head one hell of a headache."

optimusskids
2012-01-24, 08:07 AM
Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Squash Bison shook his head trying to pierce Ravage with his horns. So only lost one optic.

"I say old chap why don't we discuss this we don't need to fight."

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Caterpillager 's armour spalled as one of Rumbles blast's hit home. He fired another salvo of misisles at Rumble.

~*~

Corridor

Snarler loped forward , sniffing as he went along

He opened a com link

"Our target is a green jet I can smell the chromium in his paint and jet fuel. Does your database tell you who that might be and allow us to predict his actions."

Cargo Bay #432, Warworld




Strike struggled to his feet

"just a little dented."

Hangar Bay

Scowl scowled

"SLAG THEY SAY YOU SHOULD NEVER VOLUNTEER FOR ANYTHING oh WELL IF THE HAT FITS."

Blackjack
2012-01-24, 01:50 PM
Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Shrapnel folded his arms and allowed Kickback to do his thing, and nodded appreciatively as Kickback hacked through the string of commands. "Refresh my mind, mind. Did you ever tell Astrotrain or Soundwave that you have these magic algorithms, algorithms?"

Shrapnel did a show of twirling his arm and snapping his fingers, "Just keep hacking, I've got enough juice to actually fire the Warworld's main cannon, cannon. Probably I'll die in the process, but I still can do it, it."
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Auxiliary Power Room, Warworld

Blackjack peered through the door. "Seems like the Imperials still don't know we're here, Whisper." Blackjack whispered to his fellow Micromaster. "How do we do this?"

The Insecticon Clones had, in the meantime, buzzed up towards them, chirping.
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

Snare grunted as Snapdragon hauled him back inside, and since most of the atmosphere had been sucked out, the Predator was able to hover in place in the now atmosphere-less hangar.

He watched as Barrage and Treadshot finished off the Thunderwing shell, and shook his head. Snare yelled out, "That's it, then. Now what?"
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Slog sighed as Gutcruncher's insides were torn out from his body. Given time, Slog would have done it in a slower, more artistic manner that would better preserve Gutcruncher's exterior frame, but when your life is on the line, compromises had to be made.

Slog sighed as he surveyed the silence, reflecting in the melancholy, the futility... and then the silence was broken again, by the boisterous, ever-loud Scowl.

"Fine, I am. Recover all these corpses, we should. The wounded, more importantly." Slog muttered at Icepick as he drifted away from the dead action master. "Respect, for the dead, we should have. Exempted from this respect, obviously, Gutcruncher is."

Slog glanced at the now-deactivated Thunderwing shell, and sighed. "In a common rabble, we were involved. Detestable, I feel, for not participating in the proper battle."

Slog shrugged off his now unusable Pretender shell, letting it float uselessly in the hangar as a blob of red goo, then filled the now-empty subspace pocket with Gutcruncher's corpse. Slog focused hard, and drew the deactivated, probably-dead forms of Ransack, Ruckus and Skullgrin towards the Fearless.

His art may be about the dead, but when lives might probably be saved...

"Go where, should we, Scowl?" Slog asked his comrade, as he wiggled his arms, attempting to reach Scowl.
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Barrage's mandible-like growths quivered in triumph, as Double Punch's distraction allowed Treadshot's blast to tear through Thunderwing.

However, with Scorponok dead and Bludgeon nowhere in sight, Barrage glanced around, ever alert, but did not make a move to do anything, at least until Skullcruncher appointed Scowl as their de facto commander.

And then, finally, Barrage spoke, "What do we do now?"

optimusskids
2012-01-31, 06:32 AM
Auxiliary Power Room, Warworld

Whisper looked round.

"I guess we just get the clones to eat various parts "

~*~

Hangar Bay, Warworld



Scowl blinked.

"ONCE WE'VE LOOKED AFTER THE WOUNDED WE NEED TO SECURE OUR RETREAT. THEN WE NEED TO HEAD IN TO THE INTERIOR TILL WE FIND BLUDGEON."

Warcry
2012-01-31, 07:28 AM
Near Main Engineering, Warworld

Ravage kicked off from Squash Bison's shaking head and floated away, ignoring the chips of burned paint that were flaking off of his armour.

"You're right," he told the Imperial. "The engine room that you're guarding is empty and my master is long gone on the trail of yours. There is no reason to fight. But there is nothing to discuss either. If you want to live, get yourself and your wounded comrades to escape pods before this ruined hulk that used to be a ship blows up underneath you."
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A missile hit Rumble in the shoulder, badly mangling the cassette's right arm and sending him spiralling off into the nearest wall.
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Soundwave pondered Snarler's question. "Given Afterburner's presence on the ship and his prominent position in the Imperial hierarchy after committing the act of piracy that put the Warworld in their hands, I would surmise that our quarry is his fellow SkyScorcher Eagle Eye. Unfortunately, we know little about him other than what Windrazor placed in his file a decade ago."
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Environmental Control, Warworld

Eagle Eye spent several minutes adjusting settings on the main control panel, slaving it as well to his remote before he moved on.
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Cargo Bay #432, Warworld

Howlback made a gruff noise. "Good," she said to Strike. "Get up. We're not done yet."
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Crew's Cabin Section A, Warworld

Kickback threw his head back and laughed. "Right. I'm going to report to the brass that we broke into Astrotrain's office and stoke a software package that we're not even allowed to know exists. Good one, Shrappers."

He tried to open a network connection, but the ship's main computer was offline.

"I won't ask you to prove it," he said, "but if you can send some juice to the mainframe I think I can make our situation a little bit more comfortable."
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Hangar Bay, Warworld

Snapdragon spat at the now-broken Thunderwing shell, then turned to Snare.

"Well, you got two choices. Choice one is we kill you, then kill the rest of the Imps on this ship and take it back. Choice two, you get your buddies to stop fighting so we take the fight to Thunderwing directly. You know me...I'm not big on doing more work than I have to, so I'm sort of hoping you choose the second one."
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Treadshot joined Slog and Barrage in wondering what they should do next. But since that question had already been asked and answered, he turned to Double Punch instead.

"How did you get separated from the other Mayhems?" he asked. "Are they still functional?"
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Skullcruncher just laughed at Scowl's discomfort.
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Detention Cells, Fearless

Black Shadow usually didn't like being left in the dark, either literally or figuratively. In this case, though, he was willing to make an exception. As dank and unpleasant as his cell might have been, it certainly beat the extravagant torture session and slow, painful death he'd been expecting when the Decepticons had dragged him back to their ship.

Not that that had stopped him from letting himself out at the earliest opportunity, mind.

The Imperial ship's locks were a joke even by baseline Cybertronian standards, let along the sort of high-tech alien locks he'd been forced to break during the many years he'd spent off-world as a hired gun. The doors to the ship's armoury had been easy to bypass, too. The only thing he'd needed to do was wait until the soldiers guarding him had been called away.

If his regular patterns hold, Gigatron has picked another fight with the Empire.

After he'd armed himself with the best equipment that his smallish inner robot could use, Black Shadow lamented the loss of his pretender shell. The Decepticons hadn't seen fit to salvage what was left of it...or had they? He could sense signals operating on the same frequency as the one that he used to communicate with his shell, only there seemed to be...several of them.

Three, at least. And more, down on the surface.

He let himself briefly ponder why he was reading his Pretender shell in so many places when it hit him. His Pretender shell had been stolen.

"Thunderwing, you wily bastard," he said with a grunt of genuine admiration. "I'm going to have to make you tell me how you did that."