Carbombya

The grassy hills and savannas in the east, bordered by ancient volcanos and sprawling lava fields, are the only part of Carbombya not made up of barren desert. Until recently, the country depended on meager livestock herding and subsistence agriculture, but upon the discovery of a huge reserve of very high-grade oil beneath the shifting desert sands, things changed radically. The struggling democracy weathered multiple coup attempts by greedy neighbors and other interested foreigners before finally succumbing to the tender mercies of a home-grown dictator. There are no refugees from war torn Ethiopia being taken in as slave labor, not here under the enlightened rule of President-for-Life Abdul Fakkaddi!

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Trypticon <T>

Carbombyan Palace

Obvious exits:

East <E> leads to Red Sea.

West <W> leads to Nile River.

Fly <Up>

Exo-Suit <Glaive II> arrives from the Red Sea to the east.

Exo-Suit <Glaive II> has arrived.

F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet streaks through the air like a bolt of ebon lightning, making no effort at all to hide the fact that he's coming. In fact, he's doing everything he can to make sure that every sensor and optic is trained on him. "Hey! 'Cons!" He calls out through his external speakers. "Galvatron smells like wet earth dog!"

<Exo-Suit> Michael Briar streaks into the country, hopefully under the sensors of anything watching them. That's the best thing about a small fighting unit like an exo. You can get 'really' close to the deck without much to worry about. Granted you show up on visuals like a sore thumb, but that's besides the point. Before he even reaches 'civilization' and the coast is still nearby, Michael pulls up hard on the suit bringing it to a near stop within only a dozen feet or so. He then does one for the history books, and shuts down the suit while opening up the chest plates. Michael sticks out his tongue and says, "God, I hate this dry hot air." He pulls a small cassette from his pocket and says, "Ok Foxfire, time to go to work." Then tosses the tape out before closing up again.

Platinum Cassette has arrived.

Fleet doesn't even know what a wet earth dog smells like! For all he knows, that could be a complement! And if it's an insult, it's a really lame one. The yellow seeker looks up as Air Raids arrival is transmitted to him from outlying posts. "Oh, scrap," he murmurs to himself and takes to the air, leaving behind his role as 'menacing slave overseer'.

F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet will say one thing for himself. He DOES get attention, and get it pretty quickly. He also tends to get more than a little carried away. But his sensors do register the presence of the seeker. "Just one? Just one lousy 'Con?" He asks, perhaps a bit too loudly.

Fleet shrugs, and radios back (or just replies, depending on how technical you want to get), "Well, they couldn't spare any of the good ones for you, so yeah, one lousy 'Con." Inwardly he's cringing even as he powers up his weapon systems. Just where is everyone else, anyway?

<Exo-Suit> Michael Briar takes off, but about that time, laser blasts being spitting out towards him and the F-15 eagle. He calls out, "Yeah, well don't forget their defense turrets!" He ducks and weaves past several blasts of energy but not enough before he gets winged on one of his engine pods. Just an armor shot. He swears without turning on his radio, for the kids.

<Decepticon> Fleet says, "Decepticons, Trooper Fleet reporting. We appear to be under assaut in Carbombya. I only count one seeker-wann-erm, Aerialbot. Wait, no... one of those EDC suits are approaching as well."

<Decepticon> Scourge says, "Are they now? Well... let's give them a suitable welcome, shall we?"

Platinum Cassette drops to the ground, transforming as he does so, and lands on his paws. He takes a quick look around, then makes a run for it, activating his special hologram and disguising himself as...Wildrider? Wow! "Somebody set up us the bomb," he mutters with a smirk, then falls silent.

Foxfire transforms from his cassette mode to his fox form.

Scourge emerges from the city that is Trypticon.

Scourge has arrived.

Scourge stalks into the area.

<Decepticon> Fleet pauses as he considers whether or not to answer. On the one hand, it's a rhetorical question, and Fleet knows it... on the other, it's being asked by a superior. "Erm. Yes, sir."

Wildrider has arrived.

Foxfire has left.

<Exo-Suit> Michael Briar is up in the sky in his exo-suit doing his best to keep out of the fire of those blasted turrets. He ducks, rolls, and swerves out of the way of the laser fire darting the sky. Michael growls, "Well, one thing I'll give them, they're persistent!" He hopes they won't have to be here for longer than is necessary.

Wildrider is still running, headed for the nearest oil refinery. He looks around once more, then disappears inside. He allows himself a smug grin as he scans about for a good place to set the bomb, and slinks farther inside. This is why holograms rule.

Fleet is also in the sky, having abandoned his post as 'slave menaceor,' and awaiting the arrival of Air Raid. It's not technically his turn yet, so he's just making this pose so Scourge knows what he's up to.

F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet isn't worried about the defense turrets. At least, until one blast nearly takes off his nose cone. "Hey! Look out! I just waxed that!" He cries out, before banking to the left. "Hey, boss. Shoot the turrets, while I shoot the con?" Yes, now he's trying to line up Fleet for a missile attack, but he's just not quite there yet.

Fleet is hardly stupid enough to present a steady target (not that such things often matter in the cruel, cold world of combat code), but he's also inclined to give the enemy reason to underestimate him. His weapons powered he... waits for the Autobot to move into range, tensed and prepared to attempt to dance out of the way of anything they might throw at him first. He's probably move more to the offensive, but at the moment he's flying solo and thinking first of his own hull.

"Winged battle flies through the night, and finds me... ready."

Those are the murmured words of Scourge as he emerges from Trypticon, using his anti-gravs for the moment to lift up and away from the cityformer to see what's transpiring. His attention, therefore, is directed towards the approaching exo-suit and jet, which brings a bit of a smirk to his face. Wasn't this supposed to be a challenge? Oh well... one indulges oneself when the possibility of violence exists. Wings flexing and contracting, Scourge ascends higher, plasma rifle appearing in hand as he slowly approaches.

F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet grins and banks again, trying to get Fleet in his sights. "Hey! Hold still!" He says, his speed increasing again as he tries to at least get fast enough to get the Decepticon in his sights for a brief moment. "Ah ha!" He says, as a his targetting computer lights up like a Christmas tree. "Take this, Deceptitrash!"

You evade F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet's Sidewinder Missiles attack.

Wildrider runs through the refinery, but stops for a moment, and takes a left. "Ah, perfect," he murmurs, and the fox inside the hologram opens up a hip compartment, removing a Decepticon insignia and carefully placing it where he knows it won't be destroyed in the explosion. "Part one complete," he mutters to himself, then runs back the way he came, searching for the perfect place to plant the explosive.

<Exo-Suit> Michael Briar finally gets out of turret range, but then his sensors pick up a new threat. A sleeker, more deadlier threat than the seeker. He turns his head towards the incoming threat and says, "Oh god...not him." The Glaive II turns hard pointing itself towards Scourge. The engine pods open wide blasting the exo-suit into a combat run. He calls out, "Scourge, I've come to visit!" With a flick of his wrist, his plasma saber slides out of its hiding place and into his hand before snapping to life with a hiss of air burning off the newly formed blade. Michael comes in hard bringing the weapon back to slice at the sweep. The general says through clenched teeth, "So let's visit!" he then swings.

Exo-Suit <Glaive II> strikes Scourge with plasma saber slice.

Like the bull-dancers of Grecian legend, Fleet tangos with the sidewinder, remaining still until it is upon him and then leaping above it at the last moment, left arm pointed down at the danger he is evading, right hand stretched towards the F-15. "I was still. You waited too long," he answers, barely loud enough to be heard before his own response is cut off by the sound of his lasers.

F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet evades your Shoulder-Mounted Laser Rifle attack.

Scourge turns to face the exo-suit as it charges him. Briar. He should have known. A lopsided smirk appears on his face. "Briar... normally I don't bother with your kind... so beneath me--" It's then that his royal mouthiness gets sliced at by the plasma saber, and he twists around, his foot lashing out at the exo-suit. "But for you, I'll make an exception."

Scourge strikes Exo-Suit <Glaive II> with Unicronian Stompin' Shoes.

After making sure no one's in the facility, Foxfire sets up his bomb in a good spot, removing it from his other hip compartment and then fiddling with it. How he does this without opposible thumbs is anyone's guess. Once that's all done, the disguised cassette bolts out of the refinery, muttering into his radio in a *very* un-Wildrider-like voice.

<Exo-Suit> Michael Briar oofs and gets blasted by the foot which connects squarely into his shoulder spinning him around in the air before the exo-suit recovers and pushes off back to speed again. The general turns the suit so it's looking up towards Scourge. A clawed fist reaches behind and pulls out the long barreled rifle and begins firing out a volley of high velocity slugs towards the sweep. Sonic booms echo across the desert with every round that hits the atmosphere.

Exo-Suit <Glaive II> misses Scourge with its heavy rail gun attack.

F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet would grin if he had a face, but he spins off to the left, twirling as he avoids the rifle attack. "Hey, Yellow-boy, you missed me!" He says, laughing as he swings back around again, leveling out and aiming his nose mounted vulcan cannon. "Hope you like this one!"

You evade F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet's Laser Gatling Gun attack.

"Liked it very much, thanks," replies Fleet as he pirouettes out of the way of the gatling gun, obviously having given up his combat silence some time ago. "I always enjoy it when my enemies can't aim." Of course, for all his bravado, Fleet takes perhaps too little time to aim himself as he finishes his twirl and flings out his hands, his weapons emitting the audible click that mean he's changing operational modes.

You strike F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet with Rail Gun.

Scourge smirks, tucking his rifle away into subspace and pulling out something else in its' place: his energy-scythe, which flares into angry brilliance even as he ducks and weaves through the exo-suit's hail of rail gun fire. "Oh, that was masterful, Briar... the Seeker up there has better aim than you do." Grinning fiercely, he charges at the exo-suit, deciding that perhaps disabling it would be more fun for him... and perhaps more terrifying for Briar. And as he charges, his energy-scythe is at the ready, sweeping down like a hawk diving for its' prey.

Scourge misses Exo-Suit <Glaive II> with his Wing slash attack.

<Exo-Suit> Michael Briar grins, with his plasma saber in his hand he brings it up to deflect the energy scythe. Both weapons crackle with their unleashed energy sending ribbons of energy crackling between the two combatants. He brings the weapon high forcing the energy scythe high as well which allows Michael to bring out his leg in a kick towards Scourge's midsection. The general grins as he's enjoying this so far. He clicks on the radio and says, "Wildrider, transform and get out of here, you did your part, you'll get paid for this terrorist." Of course, he makes sure Scourge hears that as well.

Exo-Suit <Glaive II> strikes Scourge with block high, kick low.

F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet gets railed along his wings, taking bits and pieces of his armor off, but doing no significant damage to either his systems or his ability to fly. "Hey!" He calls out. "That's a brand new paint job!" He says, before he breaks in midair, spinning around and firing first his gatling guns, then his boosters, picking up speed quickly. Still attacking Fleet

F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet strikes you with Gatling guns for 10 points of damage.

Wildrider allows a grin, and the hologram shifts into what appears to be the Stunticon's alternate mode. He can't risk blowing his cover just yet, so he just runs as fast as he can, which is nowhere *near* how fast Wildrider should be going. But let's ignore that, shall we? The bomb's set to explode in just a few minutes!

Scourge looks down at the exo-suit as it kicks him... and starts to laugh. "Oh, Briar... I thought you had some real power when you're cowering in that miserable excuse for protection." o O (Wildrider... *insert profane thought murmuring here*) O o "Now... where was I?" He considers for a moment. "Oh, yes... this." And the energy-scythe comes swinging around again at the exo-suit. Hope Briar paid his exo-suit insurance bill this month...

Scourge misses Exo-Suit <Glaive II> with his Energy-Scythe attack.

Air Raid's gatling guns rake across the yellow seeker's left torso and wing, causing an involuntary squeek before he reminds himself that Scourge is there and, if he's paying attention, judging. His own sad weapons did so little, and this hurts so much! Still he grits his metallic-alloy teeth and continues on, daring to transform as he speeds toward the F-15. "If you don't want your paint job scratched, stay out of the sandy desert," he says in a whisper that would be inaudible, were it not boosted by radio, unleashing his best weapon in a effort to actually cause, you know, damage, before turning away.

Fleet transforms from robot to pyramid jet.

You strike F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet with Rocket.

<Exo-Suit> Michael Briar has indeed paid his insurance, mutual of evasion! The Glaive II pulls his engines forward blasting him backward quickly and away from the sweeping scythe. Michael says, "To slow Scourge. That's the problem with fighting with your kind, no change. You're boring me..." he clicks on his open broadcast channel, "Air Raid, we're done, let's blow this popstand. We know what they can do and our 'agent' has done his job well too." He nods towards Scourge and even gives him a small salute as his plasma saber slides back into its wrist compartment. The Glaive II opens wide its twin engine pods and blasts off into the sky, hopefully getting away from Scourge in the process.

Exo-Suit <Glaive II> begins retreating, leaving itself vulnerable to parting shots from F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet, Pyramid Jet (Fleet).

Well, the rocket attack worked quite well, and the Aerialbot gets hit hard, transforming as the rocket blast knocks him out of the air, and he lands on sand, skidding along the ground for several feet, his rifle already in hand, and raising up to track Fleet's movement through the skies. "Alright. Now you've really wrecked my paint job!" And he fires HIS most powerful signature attack, a full blast from his torque rifle.

The underside of the F-15 comes out and down, as the wings and nose pull up and back as the fighter transforms into.....AIR RAID!

Air Raid strikes you with Torque Rifle for 16 points of damage.

Wildrider ducks out of sight, positive no one can see him, and then he...vanishes, leaving a certain foxbot in his wake. "That was fun," the tape mutters, then bolts out of hiding and in the direction Briar has gone...and hoping no one's in the vacinity when the bomb goes off.

Foxfire has arrived.

Wildrider fades from view.

A rocket is a signature attack? Since when?

Perhaps his pleasure in knocking the Autobot flier out of the skies distracted him, or perhaps... well, electricity is just really hard to dodge, what with being the speed of energy and all. Either way Fleet is hit full force with the seeker-wannabe's attack, the sparks arcing over his body and knocking a few of the more essential combative systems off-line. "Bots are always grumblin' 'bout their paint jobs," he murmurs. "I'm more interested in my life!" and with that he jets off for the safety of Trypticon.

Fleet begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Foxfire, Scourge, Exo-Suit <Glaive II>, F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet.

F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet gets the order to retreat, and actually looks crestfallen for a moment. "Awww, do we haveta go now?" He asks, before leaping into the air, shifting into his alt-mode. "Ah well. Next time, slag heaps!" He says, as his boosters engage and he immediately begins accelerating away.

Air Raid retreats from the area swiftly, outdistancing all pursuit and parting shots.

As Foxfire runs, he glances to the 'Cons for a moment, and grins...right around the time the bomb explodes. The refinery gets blown sky high, metaphorically of course, but the Decepticon symbol Foxfire left behind is still in tact...

Pyramid Jet (Fleet) looks up as one of the refineries is taken out, but for the moment that's someone else's problem, not his. He transforms and touches down before Trypticon, the movements a bit clumsier than usual. The seeker looks to the skies and sighs for a moment, hoping he gave a good enough accounting for himself before being forced to withdraw, and then heads into Trypticon himself for refueling and repairs.

The yellow Cybertronian jet unfolds, revealing the robotic form of the seeker Fleet.

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Message: 2/4 Posted Author

Refinery Loss Sat Mar 26 Scourge

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<< The 'Con spinny appears, then is replaced by Scourge >>

"Last cycle, the Autobots managed to destroy one of our refineries in Carbombya. Their assault near Trypticon, which consisted of an Aerialbot (OOC: Air Raid) and EDC Commander Briar in his exo-suit, was a diversionary ruse. Trooper Fleet engaged the Aerialbot, while I dealt rather decisively with Briar before he retreated.

"Before departure, Briar attempted to insinuate that Wildrider was doing something in the destroyed refinery before it was detonated. A Decepticon emblem was recovered... strangely intact, given the blast. I believe, however, that the Autobots infiltrated the refinery, whether due to lax security measures or some other factor I will not speculate, and left the emblem there in an attempt to bolster their ludicrous claims. Wildrider may be many things, but even he is not a complete imbecile... I doubt someone would be so slagging idiotic that they would risk death to help the Autobots. Repair crews, rebuild the refinery. Lord Galvatron will not be pleased at the setback to recouping our energon stores. Scourge out!"

<< Scourge disappears, replaced by the 'Con spinny >>

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