IC Time
on Earth: Fri Aug 23 09:49:04 2024
NCC
Central Hub
This is the very center of New Crystal
City, and serves as the gateway to the other areas of the base. A feeling of
claustrophobia exists here despite the fact that this part of the city is open
to the air. Now in Battle Station Mode, the Central Hub has far less buildings
than usual, as many have transformed themselves into huge laser defense cannons
and missile turrets. There are very few positions one can take to hide from the
weapons without being forced to take evasive action. The roadways have laser
point-defense systems protecting them. The important buildings, including the
medical ward and the command center now have a huge layer of thick metal
protecting them, covering up the facilities and protecting them from harm.
Contents:
Fulcrum
Trypticon
<T>
Decepticon
Sensor #1792
The
Powerbase
Obvious
exits:
North <N> leads to Mount R'Lyeh.
Northeast <NE> leads to NCC Dungeon.
Northwest <NW> leads to NCC Medical
Ward.
South <S> leads to NCC Coastline.
Southeast <SE> leads to NCC Residential
Plaza.
Southwest <SW> leads to NCC Spaceport.
East <E> leads to NCC Arena.
West <W> leads to NCC Central Command.
Fly
<Up>
Fleet
is in the general hub area because, you know, it's such a cool place to be.
Although given Galvatron's recent orders, he's probably also thinking about
finding someone else who's fighting fit for a raid... preferably to be in
charge. Some of his usual partners are unavailable, as they've not faired quite
as well in recent raids, mostly due to their actually, well, fighting and such.
One of
the floor plates in the hub slides back, releasing a sudden blast of heat, the
air above the hatch causing visual distortions as it shimmers. From somewhere
below there's a hydrauldic whirring that slowly grows louder, until the
soot-covered head of Fulcrum rises into view, shortly followed by the rest of
the dour seeker. Stepping from the lift platform as it clunks to a halt, he
dusts himself off, the elevator unit already decending back into the depths of
New Crystal city, the hatch closing smoothly over top.
Ah-ha!
A volunteer! Fleet scurries in Fulcrum's direction, cocking his head slightly
as he suppresses a smile. What luck! Not that he's too thrilled about the raid,
but the idea of being cannoned for not doing his part in the raiding doesn't
particularly appeal to him, either. He nods his head in greeting. "Ah,
Fulcrum! I was hoping to run into you." 'Or any other raiding partner,' he
does NOT add.
Fulcrum
regards Fleet blankly. No-one ever looks forward to running into him unless a)
They need repairs and there's no-one else around, or b) They need him for
something. "Oh?" he merely replies, dusting some of the soot from his
frame and waiting for Fleet to get to the point.
Fleet
b) needs him for something. He goes on, "Yes. I was trying to find a
partner for a raid. Catechism was injured in the one we went on yesterday, and
so far I haven't been able to find... well, anyone else." Aside from the
implied gumbies, of course, but they're even more worthless in battle than
Fleet himself, so the yellow seeker hadn't even begun to consider them.
Fulcrum
figured as much. The blacksmith has been following Galvatron's orders, and
working in the huge underground refineries (strangely missing from the grid),
manufacturing armor plating and sections of frames for the upcoming strike.
It's hot and tiring work, but it is what Fulcrum was constructed to do. Well,
mostly. He looks at Fleet for a long moment, considering the offer. "Very
well" he replies, figuring that this will be a chance to loosen up his
joins a bit.. and blow off some of this damn soot. "Do you have a target
in mind?"
Fleet
reaches a hand between his shoulder intake and his head to rub the back of his
neck. "Well, I've been scouting some oil refineries listed in the computer
northwards, in the area the humans call... Siberia, I think? Cold, difficult
terrain, isolated. I thought they might make good targets."
Siberia.
Fulcrum knows the area. Traditionally, it's where political outcasts are sent
to rot - first by the Tsars, then by the Politburo of the United Soviet States
of Russia. "A good plan" he remarks in his usual low tones. Yes.. it
will be good to see that part of Earth again. When was he there last.. drilling
into a pipline with Mandible? Whatever happened to Mandible anyway? Shaking his
head slightly to bring him back to the present, he once more looks back at
Fleet. "When do we leave?"
Fleet
mmms softly. "Are you ready now?" he asks. After all, no time like
the present, and it's best to act when you actually had someone in the area to
act with. "Or do you need to clean some of that... stuff off."
Fulcrum
shrugs, his actuators grinding slightly. "No doubt it will come off during
flight" he replies. "And no doubt I will aquire a fresh layer of soot
when I return to the forges. Shall we go?"
Well,
Fleet had /thought/ that they had just agreed on that. No matter. He simply
nods and leaps into the air, transforming only microseconds after clearing the
ground. He increases his elevation quickly - might as well, it's the only
chance he'll get to actually fly quickly this time out.
*
Spinny! *
East
Siberia
This flat, empty, deserted land continues
as far as your eyes can see. Icy winds and sub-zero temperatures make you
wonder how anyone could survive in this forbidding wasteland. As you slip and
slide your way through the icy snow, your eyes are partly dazzled as the snow
reflects the sunlight directly into them.
Contents:
MiG-29
<Fulcrum>
Obvious
exits:
North <N> leads to Arctic Circle.
Southwest <SW> leads to Mongolia.
East <E> leads to Bering Sea.
West <W> leads to West Siberia.
Fly
<Up>
MiG-29
<Fulcrum> tilts a wing and decends from the skies, heading towards the
endless wasteland that is sunny Siberia, wondering as he always does why any
puny humans would bother trying to exist in such an unforgiving environment.
"There are pipelines in the area" he broadcasts. "They will be
less defended than the refineries themselves."
The
tetrajet acknowledges curtly over the radio, changing the vector of his flight
to the new co-ordinates provided. After all, Fleet was always in favor of
"less defended." He transforms and lands in the spot indicated,
looking skyward and waiting for the other to arrive.
<RP-Coordination>
Fulcrum says, "We're in your base, killing your doodz"
<RP-Coordination>
Sideswipe says, "Don't make me come there and play kick the seeker
again."
<RP-Coordination>
Fulcrum says, "Well no, actually we're attacking a pipeline."
<RP-Coordination>
Fleet says, "Grrrr. Grrrrr."
<RP-Coordination>
Silverbolt says, "Okay, were 'in route'."
MiG-29
<Fulcrum> arrives.. eventually. Damn subsonic engines. Transforming,
Fulcrum drops to the ground, raising a small flurry of snow that is immediately
swept away by the howling wind. "There" he points, raising his voice
to be heard. "The pipeline." Taking the Energoncubulator 3000 from
subspace, he gestures once more to the huge pipe. "Sever it."
The
MiG-29 twists around and folds in on itself with a grinding sound, transforming
into the robotic form of Fulcrum.
Fleet...
lacks a bladed weapon of any kind, so instead he's forced to find cruder
methods of breaking open the pipe. Like his bare hands. While not particularly
strong by Seeker standards, Fleet is still strong enough to grasp both sides
and rip it apart, holding one end ready as he tries to avoid splashing the oil
overmuch, or getting it on himself.
Fulcrum
holds out one of the empty cubes being produced by the Energoncubulator 3000,
the liquid streaming from the pipeline suddenly being attracted to the glowing
outline, turning into sparkling pink energon as it hits it. Fulcrum nudges the
Cubulator into position with his foot, ensuring that the cubes will be filled
automatically as they emerge from the device.
Fleet
leaves the pipe in place and walks around the machine, readying his energon net
as he does. This one was new... apparently an upgrade from the Cube-O-Matic.
* Time
Pass Spinny! *
Fight! Super Robot Lifeform Transformer! Cybertr..uh.. Autobots!
Silverbolt
descends from the skies above.
Silverbolt
has arrived.
F-1
Ligier JS-II enters from the West Siberia to the west.
F-1
Ligier JS-II has arrived.
An
F-16C (Skydive) descends from the skies above.
An
F-16C (Skydive) has arrived.
The
blue and white racing car slowly changed into a robot
Silverbolt
streaks up from Asia, ice formations still collected on his wings. Muttering
into his radio, "Approaching East Siberia. . .." is all he says into
the device. Teetering and tottering about, Silverbolt slows his speed down. He
lost sight of Skydive on the flight up, but that doesn't exactly bother him at
the moment. . . .
Mirage
arrives in the area and transforms. The spy cloaks to avoid detection, then
waits for the Aerialbots to show up before making a move.
An
F-16C (Skydive) streaks in a minutes after Silverbolt...."ETA 5
mins...begin descent," Skydive says as he also does the slow down manuver.
Decepticons... RETREAT! ..No, wait.. um. HARVEST!
Fleet
RETREATS! No, wait... um, Harvests, netting the energon as it's produced. It's
a method that seems to work well, having at least some energon ready and on
hand in case of attack. Not that anyone would come after them in this
Primus-forsaken wilderness. Erm.
Fulcrum
eyes the growing pile of cubes with a small degree of satisfaction, then turns
his gaze to the horizon, looking around the freezing wasteland with something
approaching affection, though it's hard to tell given his usual sullen
expression. He's almost cheerful. "I had a base, far to the south" he
remarks, appropos of nothing. "Last I checked however, it was covered by a
landslide." His optics focus on a dot in the sky, frowning as it grows
larger. Company?
Autobots... MAXIMIZE!
Silverbolt
drops height and speed down in unison with Skydive, dropping back a few meters.
A quick gale of wind comes up from underneath him, he twists with relative
ease; the manuever leaving a wierd feeling in his optic sensors. Approaching
the enemy fast, "Draw them away from the pipeline. The least damage, the
better. . ." he replies into the radio, setting his sight on Fleet. Ah, he
does look somewhat familiar. . . . . .
An
F-16C (Skydive) replies falling onto SIlverbolt's wing, "Roger. Objective
Noted. Targets Unidentified. ETA....30 secs."
Mirage
nods as Silverbolt's marching orders come in over his radio.
"Alright" the spy replies quietly and uncloaks. Then he slowly moves
towards the enemy.
Destrons, attack! For Zul! and the Kodan Armada!
Fleet
looks up as the Autobots approach. Pit! Two fliers this time! Without a word he
jumps into the air, firing up his boots as he rises into the sky. Nothing he
hates more then being caught on the ground when a fight starts. No fancy poses
or twirling just yet, although his legs are set in such a way that he'll be
able to change or adjust his flight path quickly. He reaches out his left arm
and takes aim at one of the jets, firing at the one that seems more-or-less
closer.
You
strike Silverbolt with Shoulder-Mounted Lasers (pulsed mode).
Fulcrum's
frown quickly turns to a scowl as he recognises the slightly-dated but still
unmistakable silhouettes of those pathetic Seeker wanna-bes, the Aerialbots.
"Hostiles" Fulcrum grinds, stating the obvious as he raises his arms
skywards and lets off a barage of shots from his Heat Ray, supporting Fleet but
not moving from his position in front of the Cubulator.
Fulcrum
manages to connect a blow on Skydive's frame
Oh yeah. Autobots
While
'getting to the scene' Silverbolt barely realizes a laser blast directed at
him. Pulling down, the shot ricochets off of the rear of his SST Concorde
frame. Some quick aerial manuevers later, Silverbolt is back at 'regular'
altitude, and by the time he looks up . . . .Fleet is almost within a couple of
yards. He spins left and pulls up, trying to divert a collision; all the while
firing off some minor shots from a front-mounted laser.
Silverbolt
strikes you with Taser for 6 points of damage.
An
F-16C (Skydive) deftly splits off as soon as Silverbolt is attacked. He twists
and turns into a dive towards the Seeker left on the ground. The blast from the
heat ray scorches his armor quite badly, but he bears down on the con anyway
with a grunting the pain away. He actually gains speed for this pass....you can
hear him coming towards yet the sound seems to be more concentrated and
directed towards the seeker.
An
F-16C (Skydive) strikes Fulcrum with Sound Strafe.
Mirage
notices the Aerialbots are handling the Decepticons present and begins circling
the battlefield, looking for an opening. Then the spy spots Fulcrum seemingly
guarding a machine and moves behind the blacksmith, focusing on breaking the
device somehow. (ooc: Feel free to stop me, :p)
Decpeticons. Feel free to stop them.
Fulcrum
graaaahs. Sonic weaponry.. AGAIN. Wasn't he hit by something like this before,
when facing the accursed Aerialbots? Gritting his teeth, the green Seeker holds
his ground, about to unleash another blast from his Heat Rays on the jet.. when
he finally spots Mirage moving to flank him, no doubt trying to interfere with
the Cubulator in some yet unspecified way. Unluckily for the Autobot, this
means he has to come within melee range of Fulcrum. Reaching out, a glowing
sickle appears from subspace in the blacksmith's hand, the evil blade already
smoking and hissing as he lunges forward, swinging it towards the the spy.
Fulcrum
misses Mirage with his Burning Sickle <Low> attack.
Fleet
leans back and cuts his antigravs as Silverbolt approaches, trying, and
failing, to twist out of the way of his laser. Ouch, but it's only a minor
hit... he spins away from the Aerialbot, working to increase the distance
between his 'partner'. This Seeker is not built for melee of any kind, and
avoids it like... something you really want to stay away from. Do to the
position he's in when he stops turning, Skydive is now the jet in view, and
although he'd like to hit the person who just hurt him, might as well take the
target of opportunity.
You
connect with your attack as Skydive grunts in response
Autobots!
Twisting
wildly after the shots, Silverbolt flys straight up. .thinking of some sort of
plan. Higher and higher he climbs, until he suddenly he transforms shooting
another twenty feet into the air. That is about all, the effects of gravity
soon taking control of the rest. He starts his plummet back to mother earth,
but not before lining himself up with Fleet's position. (NO ATTACK)
Silverbolt
flips up into his 'bot mode.
An
F-16C (Skydive) begins to climb after his latest strafe but on his ascent his
spidey sense fails him and he his shot from behind. The laser going clearly
through a wing. A big hole. The jet transforms and lands in a heap o' autobot.
Pulling his weapon from subspace he stands and dust himself off before going to
a jog to get back to the action area.(no attack)
Skydive
changes back into his Robot mode.
Mirage
has got within touching distance of the machine when the Decepticon guarding it
notices him and attacks with a bladed weapon of some sorts. the blue and white
spy quickly leaps back, out of range of the blade.(No Attack)
Decepticons.. MERGE FOR THE KILL!
Fulcrum
eyes Mirage warily, not wanting to leave the Energoncubulator 3000 unguarded,
but REALLY wanting to crush the Autobot's skull like a polystyrene cup. Taking
another heavy step forward, he takes his other weapon from its chain at his
waist. Feinting with his sickle, he suddenly lashes out with his hammer.
"Run, Autobot" he drones. "Why you still are able."
Fulcrum
misses Mirage with his Blacksmith's Hammer attack.
If
Fleet weren't focusing so hard on his own attacks, he might take a moment to be
surprised at the sudden lack of hurtiness attempts, but at times like this he's
thinking more of the dance. Er, fight. Well, a bit of each, really. Just downed
one target, and while a grounded foe is easier to deal with (well, sometimes),
he's more worried about the danger he can't see. He pulls his arms to his side
and twists in the air to try to get a view all around, and ending with a
horizontal twirl as he sees Silverbolt coming down fast above him. He raises
his arms as though expecting the Autobot to run into his embrace, but instead
fires, (perhaps foolishly) trusting to his ability to move out of the way at
the last instance.
You
strike Silverbolt with disruptor.
Autobots wage their battles to...
Skydive
gains some ground on the battle and drops to one knee and props his weapon over
his arm. He looks to the sky then to the ground...which....which....he puts
Fulcrum in his sights guessing that Mirage needs a bit more help and fires.
Skydive
strikes Fulcrum with Nega Gun.
Squinting
of impeding collision, Silverbolt pulls out his Rifle. With both arms out,
trying to slow himself down; suddenly he is struck by a blast from Fleet. The
shot sends him into a roll, mid-air for quite a sequence. With only seconds
until collision, Silverbolt doesn't even think. . . .less alone look.
Silverbolt
strikes you with Flying Dropkick for 12 points of damage.
Skydive
has disconnected.
Mirage
eyes both weapons warily, throwing himself to the ground as Fulcrum lashes out
with the hammer and rolls under the blow. Then the spy smiles slightly as
Skydive opens fire on the Decepticon. He quickly pulls out his hunting rifle
and brings it around to fire at the machine.
<Decepticon>
Fleet asks, "Fulcrum, do we have enough cubes for a run home? I'm... not certain
how much longer I can hold out." No reason to try and save face. Fulcrum's opinion of Fleet's endurance can
hardly be made worse at this point.
<Decepticon>
Fulcrum says, "Take the first load of energon cubes" Fulcrum replies.
"I shall cover your retreat"
We are the Decepticons, our songs are better! We are the
Decepticons, and we're gonna get her!
It
would seem the Gods of Aim are blessing both Fleet's attacks, and those made
against him, because very little of either are missed. The yellow seeker is
struck in the right shoulder by a physical blow. How embarrassing! The strike
forces him to turn a bit, and he takes advantage of the momentum to continue a
spin, diving as he does, transforming as he dives. He swoops down and scoops up
the first energy net of energon, climbing back up into the air and making a run
for it, trying to ensure that this raid is at least a partial success.
Fleet
retreats from the area swiftly, outdistancing all pursuit and parting
shots.
Fulcrum
is shot.. in the BACK! The fricken BACK! Growling, he spins around, trying to
keep Mirage and Skydive in view. Which is just as well, since Mirage also opens
up, but this time the bolt goes wide of the Blacksmith, striking the machine,
which, although not exploding in a particularly impressive way, nevertheless
still does explode, in a hail of shrapnel. Thankfully, the Energoncubulator is
designed NOT to detonate with a big bada-boom, and so none of the energon cubes
go up with it. Just as well, really. We ARE standing next to a pipeline here.
Cursing at Mirage, Fulcrum aims skywards, covering Fleet's retreat with a hail
of heat rays.
Fulcrum
strikes Silverbolt with Heat Ray <Low>.
Bots, BTW. ;)
With
the strike hitting it's mark, that being Fleet, Silverbolt opens his eyes. Just
in time to get sparked by a blast from Fulcrum. Taking it in the abdomen, he
smacks the ground with a thud. Shakingly and steadingly, the Aerialbot
commander gets up to his feet, he glances upward at Fleet's visage in the
distance. Twisting his head back towards the action, with his Discharger rifle
still in hand he aims. "Oh, it looks like HE forgot something. . . .
." and a pause. . .. . . ... "YOU" he remarks, firing wildly at
Fulcrum.
Silverbolt
strikes Fulcrum with Electrostatic Discharger Rifle.
As the
machine explodes, Mirage drops his rifle and throws his arms over his face,
protecting his optic covers from being hit as the shrapnel hits, whamming
against and bouncing off his arms.
Cons!
Fulcrum
unconciously echoes Mirage's actions, throwing up his forearms to protect his
face from Silverbolt's attack, the Aerialbot's rifle striking him dead center,
shattering his cockpit in a hail of yellow glass. "Perhaps" Fulcrum
spits, wiping some energon from his mouth, the hole in his midsection sparking
as he transforms. "But that is the price of victory" His tow-cable
snakes out, netting the rest of the cubes as he ascends, heat rays lancing out
at Silverbolt as he strafes overhead.
Fulcrum
crouches, then leaps up, his joints screeching as he transforms into a grey and
green MiG-29.
MiG-29
<Fulcrum> misses Silverbolt with his Heat Ray <High> attack.
Autobots! They're outrageous! Truly truly truly outrageous!
Watching
the success of his blast, a grin appears over his face. So much so, Silverbolt
barely misses the heat ray launched in his direction. With all the excitement
of combat, he barely recognized the need for such tatics. Without much
hesitation, he jumps up from his standing position, transforming into a SST
concorde. Streaking towards his enemy, he only mutters one thing. "Hands
in the air, OR I WILL TAKE YOU DOWN!"
With
his knees shaking, Silverbolt transforms into a jet.
Mirage
lowers his arms and advances towards the wreckage of the machine, smiling a
little and feeling victorious and glances sideways at Silverbolt when the
Aerialbot closes in on Fulcrum.
"You
idiot" Fulcrum broadcasts. "I don't currently HAVE arms!" and
with that, he fires his craptacular afterburners and heads skywards, pulling up
to an almost vertical angle. After all, he may not be supersonic, but he's
surprisingly orbit-capable.
Fulcrum
begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Silverbolt,
Pyramid Jet (Fleet).
Fighting
the urge to give chase, Silverbolt transforms and lands on the ground without
grace. He pulls out a blaster, and looks to Mirage. "Are you okay?"
is all he can muster. The only thing he aims at Fulcrum, is a glaring smile
while his gun is pointed at the Energon in the net. "Is the Pipeline
damaged?"
Silverbolt
flips up into his 'bot mode.
*
Spinny! *
Sky
above New Crystal City
The air above the island is rough and
turbulent, but it does little to hide what lies below. Instead of the rocky
islands typical of this region of the Pacific, there is an enormous, blueish
metal structure of some kind, like an outlandish, oversized oil-drilling
platform. Huge sparkling spires stretch up into the skies, massive squat domes
litter the island, and tall sky-scrappers loom over the ground, all made of
solid metal. The city is currently in battle mode, and one can see huge cannons
and missile turrets targeting any invaders. The entire coastline has been lined
with long-ranged weaponry to ward off any invasion.
Obvious
exits:
Fly
<Up> Plaza <P> Spaceport <S> Coastline <C> R'Lyeh <R> Central Hub <H>
MiG-29
<Fulcrum> descends from the Skies Above the Southwest Pacific above.
MiG-29
<Fulcrum> has arrived.
The
MiG-29 twists around and folds in on itself with a grinding sound, transforming
into the robotic form of Fulcrum.
Fleet drops
the net of energon, transforms, and catches it, standing in the air and waiting
for his slower companion. Damaged, but not badly so well, Flee couldn't very
well have expected his streak to last. He was lucky to have gone two raids (of
one sort or another) in a row without taking damage as it was.
Fulcrum
arrives quite a lot afterwards, what with the being shot at and the being slow,
and so forth. Asides from a shattered cockpick, the Blacksmith is looking only
moderately damaged. Certainly better than he did after the Polar Bear incident.
Dropping the cubes for the ground crews to retreive and put into storage, he
transforms and hangs in midair beside Fleet. "Mission accomplished."
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Decepticon =================================
Message:
2/8 Posted Author
Report Wed Jan 12 Fulcrum
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Fulcrum
appears on screen, looking scratched but not overly damaged. "Earlier this
cycle, myself and Fleet undertook a successful energon raid on a Siberian
pipeline. The opposing forces of Silverbolt, Skydive and Mirage were unable to
stop us from aquiring 32 energon cubes. Commendations to Fleet for stalling the
Aerialbot commander and not dieing in the process.
Fulcrum
out."
Blip to
spinny.
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Decepticon =================================
Message:
2/9 Posted Author
Raids Wed Jan 12 Galvatron
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*Galvatron
appears on the screen, smirking*
The raids please me. My commendations
to all involved. We are very close to our goal before launching Operation:
Autobots die beautifully in the face then we own Cybertron. Then our
construction of my glorious fleet will begin. No not you, Seeker Fleet. And
actual fleet of Starships. That is our purpose in taking Cybertron. Be
prepared, and continue raiding. I may lead a few myself.
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