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!
Contents:
CPT
Trypticon
<T>
Carbombyan
Palace
Obvious
exits:
East <E> leads to Red Sea.
West <W> leads to Nile River.
Fly
<Up>
Ratbat
has arrived.
Scavenger
emerges from the city that is Trypticon.
Scavenger
has arrived.
Long
Haul folds in on himself and transforms into a dump truck.
Dump
Truck <Long Haul> is... want to guess? Anyone want to guess? No! You're
wrong! He's hauling! Right now there are defense turrets (that'll probably just
get ICly ignored next time the Autobots invade) to be built, and, as always, it
falls primarily to the Constructicons to see that they're built correctly, but
in order to do so, materials must be brought on-site. It is these materials
that currently fill Long Haul's truck bed as he trundles along, muttering all
the way.
Scavenger
is also outside with Long Haul, but in robot mode, since there's no holes that
need digging at the moment. If one were to look closely, one would notice that
his "tail" was wagging slightly, and out of sync enough with his
steps to suggest it's not just because he's walking. No one's yelling at him,
he found a curious little lamp when he was digging earlier (and for some
unknown reason, he wants to rub it...), and it's time to do what Constructicons
do best! Build!
Dump
Truck <Long Haul> grumbles as he rumbles up to the site, slowing and then
stopping next to his brother. "Hey, Scavenger!" he shouts, just in
case he needs to in order to attract his somewhat dingy brother's attention.
"Get this stuff unloaded, will ya? Somma this stuff shouldn't just be
dumped onto the ground... there should be a few components for the weapons
systems back there."
"You
got it, Haul!" Scavenger replies cheerily. The kind of cheer usually
reserved for small children watching Saturday morning cartoons or a puppy who's
master has just returned after being gone for... well, five minutes. Walking
over to his brother, he begins happily unloading him. "More guns and
stuff?" he asks. They're putting an /awful/ lot of effort into building
defenses for what will no doubt end up being one of those places they run away
from. Especially with Galvatron back to being, well, more nuts, if current
orders are to be believed.
Dump
Truck <Long Haul> DID say, 'a few components for the weapons systems,'
didn't he? And the others considered /him/ the dull one! Sheesh! "Uhm...
yeah. And if it weren't that, it'd be something else. You know how it
is..." After all, the Constructicons are CONSTANTLY putting an /awful/ lot
of effort into building stuff that just gets abandoned or blown up less than a
week later. It's kind of in the job description.
Yeah,
but that doesn't mean they have to /like/ it! Scavenger might not be a
fancy-shmancy designer like Scrapper or Hook, but hey, he takes pride in what
he does (even if that's usually digging holes---oh, how he loves his job!) and
that means wanting to build things that don't get blown up. Quickly, he
finishes unloading his brother. "How many of these things have we /built/
since we got here anyway?"
Scrapper
emerges from the city that is Trypticon.
Scrapper
has arrived.
Dump
Truck <Long Haul> is having various building materials and a few more
sensitive weapons components unloaded by Scavenger while he just kind of sits
on there like... a big dump truck. "Oh, I dunno... one just kinda blends
into another." Oh, sure, as an advanced alien robot, he COULD remember how
many gun turrets have been built, but he just doesn't care that much. He would
shrug but, well, once more... dump truck.
Scrapper
is perched on a pile of girders, studying a datapad. He mutters to himself,
occasionally glancing up to check what's on the pad against what's actually
here. Scrapper pokes a finger into the pad's screen accusingly and his shovel
flips up menacingly. He glances over at Long Haul and hollers, "We're low
on components for the gun turrets!"
Okay.
So Scavenger found something really neat in the sand that he has to run off and
put away before things actually get interesting. But as he had already finished
unloading Long Haul the transporter’s still able to transform. So he does.
"What? You need me to get another shipment from Cybertron or...
waitaminute..." The transporter's fists clench eagerly. "Are you
sayin' what I think you're sayin'?"
The
dump truck stretches out and unfolds into Long Haul.
Scavenger
has arrived.
Scavenger
returns, almost skipping with delight. He still can't believe he found the...
whatever it was... in the sand! Granted, he has no idea what it was, but it was
all shiny! Shiny! Sure, nobody else appreciates it, but that's nothing new.
Scrapper
sighs and nods his head ruefully. He wishes that he could just send Long Haul
back on a supply run to Cybertron. However, they require specialised parts that
they'd don't keep in stock, and they need them now, so there's no time to
fabricate them on the spot. That means stooping to nicking human-made parts.
Scrapper has no qualms with stealing, but he doesn't like getting beat up by
angry Autobots. "Yeah, Long Haul."
Bandit
has arrived.
"At
last!" Long Haul pumps a fist, excited. "'Bout time we quit playin'
by these pansy human laws!" It's probably a good thing he has no mouth,
because right now the grin would be so huge that the top half of his head would
probably have fallen off.
Scrapper
puts away the data pad and stands up, leaving his perch on the stack of
girders. The new 'orders' don't make much sense. Why do this diplomatic charade
if they're just going to raid and break it all? It worries Scrapper. He says,
"I don't know... something doesn't seem quite right. Anyway, as much as
I'd like to avoid it, the US is probably the best place to go for what we want.
Constructicons, to the air!"
Scavenger
has probably missed something important, but he's quite good at catching up on
the "fly" so to speak. And hey, it sounds like they're going on a
raid and that means a chance to rough up some humans and maybe shoot some
Autobots! Always a good time!
Oh. And
the other three Constructicons are here. The writers forgot to give them any
lines.
Bah, we
all know Hook would just be complaining about how lousy human-made parts are,
anyway.
Bandit
walks into the area and looks around. "Looks like something is going
down...." he says as the group rallies.
Long
Haul jumps clumsily into the air and awaits his brothers (and Bandit). Once all
are airborne he'll follow like... a good little transporter that's currently
spoiling for a fight.
*
Spinny! *
<Earth>
Long Haul fills in for whatever generic sensors, satellites, whatever, folks
might have trained on Carbombya. Paying attention to these will reveal that
seven Decepticons have been noted leaving the country and heading for North
American air space.
California
Covering almost 158,700 square miles, the
Golden State contains everything from redwood and sequoia forests in the north,
to the fertile Central Valley, to the deserts of the south and east. A land of
contrasts, the lush beauty of forested national parks such as Redwood and
Yosemite are matched by the harsh beauty of the Death Valley and Joshua Tree
national parks. The coast, too, varies from waves dashing themselves at the
foot of the rocky cliffs in the north to gentle swells lapping the sandy
beaches in Southern California. The state is not only one of the most
beautiful, but is also the most populous in the United States, concentrated
mostly in major cities like Los Angeles and San Francisco.
Contents:
Scrapper
Porsche
935 Turbo
Autobot
Standard Troops #5672
Obvious
exits:
North <N> leads to Northwestern States.
Southeast <SE> leads to Mexico.
West <W> leads to North Pacific - North
American Coast.
East <E> leads to Southwestern States.
Nevada
<NV> Fly <Up> Arizona <AZ> Mojave Desert <MD>
Death Valley <DV> Los
Angeles <LA> San Francisco
<SF>
Bandit
descends from the skies above.
Bandit
has arrived.
Scavenger
descends from the skies above.
Scavenger
has arrived.
<Earth>
Long Haul once more provides sensor data and what-have-you. Seven Decepticons,
one jet and six robots. Visual
spy-satellites are to confirm that the six robots are, indeed, lime green and
the whole lot are headed in the general direction of San Jose.
Ah,
lovely California, and lovely Project Solutions, a computer components
manufactuer not too far from San Jose, and the subject of tonight's... fun.
Scrapper
lands with a thunk like the clunky payloader robot he is. A quick glance tells
him that they're in the right place for stealing electronic components. He
instructs, explaining to his brothers and the tag-along Seeker, "All
right, let's make this quick. The sooner we grab what we need, the sooner we
can get out."
Bandit
flies in after the constructicons. He is along to take care of whatever needs
to be done....recon, perimeter defense....whatever. With the go ahead to do
more raids...he is anxious to get into some action.
"Bah!"
exclaims Long Haul as he lands near his brother. "I hope the Autobots /do/
show! It's been too long since we've had a decent fight!" Even so, he
follows orders, putting a fist through the wall of Project Solutions.
Scavenger
lands beside his brothers, nearly completely gracefully or totally clumsily.
Listening to Scrapper, he says, "You've got it, Scrap." Of course,
having a seeker along on a Constructicon mission is a little odd, but, hey,
nobody's complaining... yet.
<Earth>
Long Haul stands in for a hard-hatted employee of Project Solutions components
manufacturer. He's cool like that. "This is Steven Scrambling at Project
Solutions. We are under attack by Decepticon forces. Seven giant robots are
approaching and..." There's a loud crash in the background. "I've
gotta get out of here!" he says, his voice tight with panic.
Oh. And
the other three break in and start taking things, too. Probably some of these
parts are getting stored in Mixmaster's drum, since Long Haul's truck bed just
may be occupied with serving as Devastator's butt here shortly.
Shuttle
<Sky Lynx> emerges from San Francisco.
Shuttle
<Sky Lynx> has arrived.
<From
Sky Lynx> : Twin Twist nudges Smokescreen while pointing at the board.
"Check dat out." He obviously refers to bscan 8.
Scrapper
bosses around the other Constructicons, making sure they all go through those
silly little walls and into the building to grab electronic components. Once
they're on the task, he enters as well, as he's got a better idea of what they
need than some of the others do. Scrapper's midway into dictating the list when
he remembers that they've got a Seeker along, absent-minded as he can be. He
looks out through the hole he's made and shouts, "Uh, keep watch, eh,
Bandit?"
Scavenger
is happily raiding, his mind almost fully on his task, though he wouldn't mind
stepping on a few filthy humans. But hey, today's task is raiding, not maiming,
so that's what he'll do. "Stupid germs," he mutters as the tiny
fleshlings flee in terror.
Bandit
nods his head and flies up into the air, setting up a perimeter. He trains his
scanners on anything that enters that radius.
With a
leap canards and wings begin to fold out and rotate into place. Arms retract
and legs change into powerful engines. Out of what seems a flurry of motion
streaks a sleek and powerful jet fighter.
Shuttle
<Sky Lynx> flies in faster than a speeding bullet! The large autobot
shuttle begins to descend after its launch from Autobot City, "Rodimus,
one of the EDC energon convoy for Metroplex is in the area. Perhaps they learn
about what we're doing and they're here to intercept it... we must avoid that,
Metroplex is not fully fueled yet."
Long
Haul had already punched his way into Project Solutions, eager little 'Structie
that he is, and is helping the others load components into Mixmaster's drum.
Normally his truck bed would be used for this, but considering the likelyhood
of it being put to other uses here, Mixmaster's drum will have to serve.
<From
Sky Lynx> : Rodimus Prime nods. "I know that Sky Lynx, but they don't.
Metroplex has plenty of fuel to get here and fight if necessary, I doubt
they'll chance rousing the giant just yet, but we may have no choice if
Devastator goes on a rampage."
Shuttle
<Sky Lynx> continues to descend towards the raid site, "I got them
on my scope Prime. They are attacking human installations." Finally the
shuttle lands few meters aways from the installations. "We just landed.
Get ready to give them hell."
<From
Sky Lynx> : Jazz is doing whatever it is that Jazzes do while getting ready
for a little skirmish. And making sure that things are definately on for
whatever Rodimus has planned. Right hand men don't get much of a break, do
they? "Metroplex ain't too far away either..." And whatever dieties
help us. He's still disliking lime green and purple for some reason.
<From
Sky Lynx> : Air Raid is currently trying to use a screwdriver to carve 'Air
Raid was here' in Sky Lynx's interior. As a joke. Really. Ok, so he's mostly
just sitting there, grinning like a maniac and holding his rifle. "We're
here? Good." He rgets to his feet, ready for the smashing to begin
<From
Sky Lynx> : Rodimus Prime stands from his chair and moves toward the loading
ramp. "Weapons up bots. Foxfire, Jazz, I want you two to focus for the
moment on getting any stray civilians out of the way, once thee area is clear,
protect the convoy. Air Raid, the seeker is yours. The rest of you, well, I
hope you like bashing green stuff." He grins wryly. "Questions?
Comments? Give em to the secretary when we get back."
Rodimus
Prime has arrived.
Rodimus
Prime strides into the area.
Twin
Twist has arrived.
Scavenger
continues with his looting, occassionally taking an armload over to Mixmaster,
'cause, as previously noted, they might need to megre into Devastator. He
stops, suddenly, and looks to the others. "You guys hear something?"
Jazz
has arrived.
Foxfire
has arrived.
Air
Raid has arrived.
Black
S-37 XF flies around and picks up a familiar image...."Decepticons....it
looks like the autobots have arrived..." he growls in disgust,
transforming as he does. He returns to the constructicon position, so that they
can secure a combined front. "Multiple contacs....."
Long Haul
looks up, radiating the glee he's unable to express. "Pit, yeah, I heard
something!" Without waiting for Scrapper he drops what he's doing and
heads back outside the building, taking a moment to glance back at the others.
"C'mon, guys! What are we waiting for?"
Twin
Twist slips off Sky Lynx, still carrying his weapon. Held by the handle with
his right hand and secured by its grip with his left, it is slung low, its
barrel seemingly to sway behind him. He keeps his shoulder down and his head
up, veteran optics scanning for the slighest sight of hostiles while seeking
the advantage of cover. Lining his sturdy body up with a nearby building, Twin
Twist glances over the corner and immediately back. "Ain't seein'
nuffin'.." He murmurs into his radio, "Whoz playin' our spy inna
sky?"
The
nose bends forward as the wings flip and rotate backwards. The engines spilt
and extend, as arms, fists and feet are revealed. A head flips upward and locks
into place with a purple shimmer of the optics.
Scrapper
continues grabbing components. 'Shopping' is always such a chore. Pity he
couldn't have just sent Long Haul to get this stuff... oh, slag! Autobots?
Autobots! Scrapper panics, and pulls out the Constructicons' ace in the whole,
shouting, "Phase one!"
The Constructicons,
including the fun-fun bulldozer Bonecrusher transform to vehicle mode, idly
knocking over walls that happen to be in the way as they do. Then, there's the
cry of, "Phase two!" and there's a deep, nigh-subsonic rumble as the
nightmarish amalgam that is Devastator is pieced together from his diverse
components.
Scrapper
shouts, "Constructicons, MERGE to form Devastator!"
With a
shudder of metal, the Constructicons undergo a stunning transformation and
combine into the mighty form of Devastator!
Devastator>
Rodimus Prime steps off of Sky Lynx's ramp just in time to see the giant merge.
"Remember the good old days, when the Constructicons weren't smart enough
to do that until the end of the battle when they were almost slagged already
anyway?" He shakes his head with a grin. "Jazz: Status on Metroplex
if you please. Is he fully transformed yet?"
Devastator>
Smokescreen steps out of Sky Lynx along with the others; for the moment, he's
not even doing too much to contribute...yet. Just another quiet Autobot in the
background. Even still, he's got his electro-scrambler rifle at the ready. He
watches Devastator form and pauses just a bit...even after all these years,
it's hardnot to get rattled by the beast.
Devastator>
Twin Twist pokes his head around the corner and raises his brows at the sudden
height adjustment made by the Constructicons. "Ah take it back. Ah see
'um, ah see 'um!"
Devastator>
Foxfire bounds out of the shuttle, perking an ear in Prime's direction and
laughing to himself. As best he can, anyway. Because his vocal circuits are
still fragged. Then both ears lower as Devastator comes into view, and the
saboteur stops in his tracks, optics widening slightly.
Devastator>
Jazz pauses as he reaches the end of the ramp, making with the radios.
"Almos' there, Rod. Should be on th' way in... two shakes o' a lamb's
ta-" He stops himself, chuckles. "Should be on his way
momentarily." Rattled? Nah. 'Course Jazz isn't rattled. He's seen it too
many times, and.. uh. We just won't go any further than that. "Foxfire--
ya ready fer findin' the civies?"
Devastator>
Shuttle <Sky Lynx> transforms back into his dinobird and take off,
"I'm ready when you are."
Devastator>
From his previous form, Sky Lynx transforms into his Dinobird mode.
Devastator>
Air Raid groans as Devastator forms, but his targeting systems are already
homing in on the one seeker present. "Well, I suppose I can take care of
the nuisance in the sky. Prime!" The Aerialbot calls. "The others are
on their way, but I don't think they'll make it in time to be much help!"
But Air Raid locks on Bandit, and raises his rifle. "There's only one
contact you need to deal with. Me."
Devastator>
Bandit hovers there in the air as the Aerialbot trains his weapon on the
seeker. His optics flare, "Is that so Aerialbot scum.......do you really
think you are a match for me?" he flies about in an arc, and raises a
glowing hand, sending an invisible wave of force. "You shall see what a
true champion of the air looks like......right before you meet Primus!"
Devastator>
Devastator shatters the roof of the Project Solutions building, sending debris
everywhere as his pieces bind. He shucks the random building bits like an
umbrella does rain, but those in the area may not be so lucky. Devastator
announces, "PUNY AUTOBOTS WILL NOT STOP THE DEVASATOR!"
Devastator>
Devastator unleashes his Project Solutions attack on Air Raid, Sky Lynx, Jazz,
Foxfire, Twin Twist, Smokescreen, Rodimus Prime and Bandit, striking Jazz, Twin
Twist, Smokescreen, Sky Lynx and Bandit.
Devastator>
Jetfire emerges from San Francisco.
Devastator>
Air Raid grins and leaps backwards, easily avoiding the blast from Bandit.
"Wow. Yeah. A true champion of the air. Amazing. Tell me, Mr. Champion. Do
the other Seekers laugh at you during target practice?" he asks, raising
his own rifle, firing a maximum blast from his Torque Rifle before rolling and
ducking the debris that falls all over the place from Devastator's attack.
"Man, I hope the guys hurry up and get here." He mutters to himself.
Devastator>
Air Raid strikes Bandit with Torque Rifle.
Devastator>
From high in the sky, Sky Lynx dives towards Devastator, "The first shot
is for me."
"You
big ugly green punk will be stopped by Autobots!" Even though he is struck
by the debries thrown by Devastator, the Dinbobird doesn't slow down and tries
to shove his claws into the Decepticon Gestalt.
Devastator>
Sky Lynx strikes you with Raking Claws for 12 points of damage.
Devastator>
"Well, Rodimus, looks like our best bet is to-" Says Smokescreen,
until...a shadow falls on him. Growing bigger, and bigger, and..."Oh
Slag." and down it crashes sending Smokescreen a reeling backwards, where
he lands in a heap- with a big old chunk of concrete pinning him down.
"Little help?" he manages, voice shaky. <no attack>
Devastator>
Foxfire nods up at Jazz, then yelps, startled, at Devastator's attack. Some
quick thinking saves him from injury, but he has a feeling that this is only
going to get more difficult. Then a small whimper emerges from his throat, as
he notices Smokescreen's predicament. But there's not much a little tapebot can
do, is there?
Devastator>
Gee, what a lovely variety of
targets we have here today. A lone seeker, and a giant green monster. Which one
will draw the ire of Rodimus Prime? I know, lets flip a coin. Too late though,
as Devastator shatters the roof sending huge chunks of material flying
everywhere. Rodimus rolls to the left, managing to avoid major injury as he
returns to his feet. With Smokescreen pinned nearby, Rodimus levels his rifle
at Devastator and begins laying down a volley of fire as he races across the
battlefield to help free his comrade. "Be there in a second
Smokescreen."
Devastator>
Rodimus Prime strikes you with Photon Eliminator: <Low> for 13 points of
damage.
Devastator>
The building collapses -- no -- it explodes. The upper half of it topples over
the shouting Jumpstarter that sought refuge beside it. "Waaaugh!" The
cement burial lasts for only seconds. The loose rubble atop shifts and falls
aside, allowing for Twin Twist to surface up. Large dents mar his helmet and
upper body, yet they deter him none. Leveling that enormous chrome rifle at
Devastator's knee, he pulls the trigger and unloads several loud rounds.
Devastator>
Twin Twist strikes you with Semi-Automatic Rifle Cannon for 3 points of damage.
Devastator>
You wake up in the morning, thinking 'This'll be a great day', and go about
your business--- right until the concrete smacks the everloving crap out of you
when you were busily looking the other way.
Which
would explain why Jazz is no longer right next to Foxfire. Pushed backwards by
the impact of the concrete to one shoulder. Ow. He isn't pinned-- just got
grazed. Heck. He's had worse hits. But, since he's not here to fight, Jazz is
going to have to get his silly aft moving, "Foxfire, g'wan an' help the
civies. I'll see what I c'n do ta help Smokey." Yep. Jazz is gonna check
on ya, Smokescreen. Fear. <no attack here>
Devastator>
Bandit gets pummeled by debris from behind. He was totally not expecting that,
as that came from his side. He will remind himself in the future to leave
Devastator to his own stupidity. "Devastator....just whose side are you
on....." he grumbles. Just as he is launched forward, it prevents any
chance of dodging, and he gets nailed by a rifle shot from Air Raid. He flies
backwards into a spin. He raises an arm and fires a blast of energy. "Well
it would seem you are well on your way to victory Autobot....as you have a gestalt
aiding your cause...." he curses as his voice trails off.
Devastator>
Bandit misses Air Raid with his Fusion Beam attack.
Devastator>
Devastator roars with frustration under the attacks of Sky Lynx and Rodimus
Prime, but the attacks of Twin Twist might as well not be there. Taking a few
steps forward on his mighty legs, the green and purple giant draws his equally
giant rifle, locking his sights on Sky Lyx. "SAY BYE-BYE, BIRDIE!" he
roars.
Devastator>
You strike Sky Lynx with Solar Shot.
Devastator>
Sky Lynx is struck by the plasma fired by Devastator, his armor his burned and
the large Autobot feel the pain but take care to not show it. "That's your
best shot? No wonder the Predacons keep saying you're outdated." Sky Lynx
dives towards the gestalt once again, opening his jaw and firing a deadly
attack on his own.
Devastator>
Sky Lynx strikes you with Acetylene Blaster -- 2000 degrees for 4 points of
damage.
Devastator>
Foxfire starts to run off, but stops, and looks over his shoulder for a second,
seemingly uncertain. But in the end, he chooses to go save the humans, and does
so. At least he's good at it!
Devastator>
Rodimus finally reaches the spot
where Smokescreen has been crushed beneath a huge concrete chunk. Stowing his
rifle for the moment, Rodimus kneels down to grasp the piece of debris.
"Have ya outta there in a flash Smokescreen." It takes very little
effort for the Autobot Leader to lift the concrete away and toss it aside. He
then checks on his fallen comrade. "You ok?" He asks out of concern.
<no attack>
Devastator>
"Oof!"
With a little help from his friends,
Smokescreen manages to shove the chunk o' concrete off of him. He staggers up
to his feet, a sizable dent in his chest. "I hate it when they do
that." he mutters.
This said, he waves off the other Autobots,
watching Sky Lynx & Devastator battle in a clash of the titans. Yet through
it all, he levels his rifle, tracking one target through it all...and finally,
*FOOP!* Off goes a single acid pellet, straight at Devastator's optics!
Devastator>
Smokescreen strikes you with Acid Pellet Gun! for 1 points of damage.
Devastator>
Smokescreen's Acid Pellet Gun! attack wears off at last.
Devastator>
Air Raid laughs as he dives behind some debris. "Ha!" He calls back
towards Bandit. "You couldn't hit the broadside of Omega Supreme!" he
returns, lifting himself up over the edge to track his target. He fires his
rifle again, but without a full charge for a much weaker attack. "Did you
forget to turn on your targetting computer when you got out of bed this
morning?"
Devastator>
Air Raid misses Bandit with his Torque Rifle - Low Power attack.
Devastator>
Twin Twist swipes fine dust off his shoulder. "So, uh, Smoky. Wot were yew
sayin' 'bout dat tripwiyah?" He takes several steps back, slowly
regrouping with Rodimus and Smokescreen as he keeps an eye on Devastator. His
finger squeezes the trigger once more and the rifle bucks back, discharging
several shots at the same knee spot.
Devastator>
Twin Twist strikes you with Semi-Automatic Burst for 1 points of damage.
Devastator>
Jazz is not needed over by Smokescreen. So. Hey. Why not go and do what he's
supposed to. Keep watch on the fight, and help with the aiding of the civillian
types. Yeah. It's good that Foxfire knows to follow instructions. Makes things
a little easier. Sorry no talking right now. He's busilly off yammering at
whoever he finds.
Devastator>
Okay. We've got little stings coming from the cat...bird...thing... and little
stings coming from the little ground-gnats, and none of them really hurt, but
then, for no apparent reason, Devastator pauses, and raises a large Bonecrusher
(available for aps!) hand to his head. "What... what..." And
suddenly, the Constructicons break apart, bickering with each other as they
fall. Long Haul can be heard shouting, "I AM NOT SOUNDWAVE'S PET
CONSTRUCTICON!" as they tumble into a heap.
Devastator
separates into the individual Constructicons.
As the
seeker goes to fire his optic blast, his optics sputter and fizzle. He looks
down at his battered body and he sees that he has main line leak, dripping his
very lifeblood out into the atmosphere. "What in the slag........" he
struggles as he coughs up energon. "I must tactically withdraw
........another time....I will promise you that..." he painfully
transforms and retreats.
Bandit
begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Scavenger,
Long Haul, Smokescreen, Air Raid, Foxfire, Jazz, Twin Twist, Sky Lynx.
Scavenger
has arrived.
Scrapper
has arrived.
Devastator
has left.
Scrapper
has disconnected.
Sky
Lynx blinks as Devastator falls appart. He didn't do enough damage to actually
be responsible for that. The large autobot is surprised, he chooses to not
charge the Decepticons, perhaps expecting a trap.
Rodimus
Prime has disconnected.
Twin
Twist looks to Smokescreen. "So. Mebbe we shuld tell thuh Construktikons
ta get their act togetha b'fo' dey come a-callin' again?"
Jazz is
gonna continue to do the things that he was asked to do. Civilians and...
watch.
Air
Raid grins, and raises his rifle to fire at Bandit, but doesn't, lowering again
onc ehe tarets the seeker. "Well....I guess that's that!"
Foxfire
looks utterly confused as Devastator...falls apart. With Long Haul yelling
about not being a pet? Weird. Oh well, at least they're not Devastator anymore!
He looks to Jazz, as if expecting him to ease his confusion.
"You're
right, Twin Twist. You get him to go to the left, and I'll-" and then,
even as Smokescreen says all this, he catches sight of his little acid pellet
smacking Devastator's face...
And then Devastator collapses!
Smokey lowers his rifle for a moment,
glancing at his rifle, and then back at the pile o' constructicons. Hell of a
trick, that.
"Don't get cocky yet, 'bots!" he
warns, striding forwards toward the bunch. "We've still got six green
goons to kick around, here..."
Sky
Lynx has disconnected.
Twin
Twist lightly shakes his head. "Givvit a minute."
Bandit
soars upward into the sky.
Bandit
has left.
Long
Haul actually looks like he's about ready to attack the other Constructicons!
Luckily for him, by the time he detangles himself he's realized that this would
be a very, very bad time for that. Long Haul is brave bordering on stupidity at
times, but even /he's/ not THIS dumb. And then Scrapper runs away, as too the
unplayed bunch, so Long Haul decides it's a good time to follow. He clumsily
takes to the air and follows his lime-green fellows.
Long
Haul begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from
Scavenger, Smokescreen, Air Raid, Foxfire, Jazz, Twin Twist.
Getting
himself detagnled from the others is tricky for Scavenger. Someone... maybe Mix
or Hook... is on his tail, but he manages. Of course, he'd like to stay and
fight just as much as anyone, but it's just not going to happen. With a grunt,
he takes to the air, following after the others.
Scavenger
begins retreating, leaving itself vulnerable to parting shots from Smokescreen,
Air Raid, Foxfire, Jazz, Twin Twist.
Jazz
has disconnected.
"So.
Yew were sayin'?" Twin Twist says to Smokescreen as the Constructicons
just beat it. He shakes his head again and turns about, lugging his rifle up to
lean against his shoulder. "Lemme know if somethin' wit' a point
happens."
Smokescreen
hmms, and lowers his rifle as the goons retreat. "Well, that's about that,
then." he taps at the side of his helm, activating his radio. "Stand
down the Transform order, Metroplex. We're got everything under control...and
send some cleanup crews, while you're at it. Devastator really made a mess of
this place."
*
Spinny! *
Trypticon
Medical Bay
Several operating tables are set in a row
here, and long benches line the walls. On these benches are assorted tools and
equipment used in repairing damaged Decepticons. The benches near the door are
for patients waiting their turn for treatment. Scattered throughout the room
are various repair droids, awaiting the arrival of more wounded to repair. The
room gives you the perception of being immaculately clean, with not a single
tool out of place. Your olfactory sensors pick up the faint odor of the
cleansing solutions used to keep the room clean and sanitary.
Contents:
Scavenger
Sign
Gumby
Medic
Obvious
exits:
East <E> leads to Trypticon Laboratory.
West <W> leads to Trypticon Main
Hallway.
Long
Haul's internal systems have pretty much taken care of what damage he got
during the battle, and he really didn't take any direct hits (people tend to go
after Hook as the head or Scrapper and Mixmaster as the feet, and leave the ass
alone), so he doesn't even need a new paint job. This does not change the fact
that he is PISSED. He's practically SEETHING. He's doing his best to sort through
the tiny human technical components (ah, inventories... yet another one of the
joys of being a supply officer), and it's obvious that it's all he can do to
keep from smashing the pieces in his oversized fists.
Somewhere
along the line, Scavenger somehow decided that in addition to being the
Constructicon excavator and miner, he was also, for better or for worse, their
moral officer. Certainly, he's good at getting people to vent and be a good
audio, so... "Looks, Haul, it happens. We're Dev, stuff gets muddles
around, you hear stuff people were just thinkin'. It doesn't mean
anything."
"It
doesn't mean anything? It doesn't mean anything?!" Long Haul snarls,
leaning back and throwing up his hands, smashing whatever he's holding. Oops!
"Oh, I guess not!" he adds sarcastically. "After all, it's only
what he was THINKING about me." Sure, he doesn't specify who-he, but it
doesn't matter. They're all hes... well, more or less. At least, that's the
correct pronoun.
"Well,"
Scavenger says, even as he takes a small step back from Long Haul, "it
wasn't me, and Mix probably doesn't care about that kinda stuff, so that just
leaves maybe Scrapper, Hook, and Bonecrusher. And I don't think Scrapper's
gonna go all petty on us like that.... So really, just Hook or 'crusher."
Logical enough, at least through rose colored optics, at any rate. Personally,
his money's on Bonecrusher. Hook's too snooty to use such a low-brow insult.
(Scavenger learned the word "low-brow" a loooong time ago, from one of
Hook's insulting tirades consisting of asking questiong his continued
association with the rest of them.)
Long
Haul shrugs and calms down. Rather quickly, come to think of it, but then, the
Constructicons are known for swift mood swings, especially when dealing with each
other. He goes back to sorting piece-parts, taking a moment to brush aside the
broken pieces of what was in his hand. "Yeah, I guess so... although
Scrapper was the one who thought I painted Hook." He snorts. "If
I'd'a done that, I'd'a taken credit for it! But yeah, I guess I'm making too
big a deal of it... I'll just pound whoever thunk it into scrap in the training
room or something. Not in fronta the Autobots."
"Sure,"
Scavenger says amiably. Then, switching the subject, he makes a gesture toward the
various computer parts. "We get anything useful?" If not, well, that
wasn't great, but it was better than nothing. He'd have liked to have hanged
that dinobird Autobot's head to him, but, well, things happen.
Long
Haul looks blankly down at the components. Well, okay, he has no face, but
still. Then he looks up at Scavenger. Then back down. He shrugs. "Look,
I'm just sortin' the things by how they look. Scrapper or Hook would be the
ones who could figure out how useful this scrap is. Hell, I thought you knew
this stuff better'n I did!"
Scavenger
shrugs uncomfortably. "Maybe," he says, perhaps a little bit
embarassed. "Just 'cause I know the stuff doesn't mean I have to show it
off." In fact, he's uncomfortable doing so. Showing off just leads to the
other guy feeling crummy, and that's the last thing Scavenger wants. Unless
it's Soundwave or one of his midgets. ...Or whoever's on the Constructicons
"Hate" list this week. He moves over by Long Haul anyway, and has a
look at the components anyway. "Not too bad," he says.
Long
Haul covers his optic band with the palm of his right hand. "Scavenger. If
you don't 'show off' from time to time, yer never gonna get scrap done!"
he explains, his tone weary but patient, like a long put-upon kindergarten teacher.
"Look, you like to be useful? Help me get this stuff sorted in some sorta
way that makes sense! I can't figger it out on my own!"
Well,
Long Haul's got a point, Scavenger supposes. "Sure, Haul," he says
happily, taking another look at the various parts. "OK," he says
after a moment, "looks like we got three kinds of parts, mostly.
Circuit-boards, memory modules, and some communcations tech. And maybe a little
software too, not that I can tell what it does without running it."
"Right,
right," says Long Haul absently, even boredly. He tilts his head back a
little and shakes his head somewhat impatiently. "Look, I doan' care what
it does. All I care about is what bin I should put what in!"
"OK,"
Scavenger replies, "memory modules and circuit-boards can probably go
together with the other hardware stuff, and the comm. tech should maybe go in
with the "stuff we need to upgrade to our standard before we use it"
bin, and the software, well, odds are, it's junk, and I mean /bad/
junk..."
=================================
Decepticon =================================
Message:
2/5 Posted Author
Project
Soltutions Raid Wed Apr
06 Scavenger
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The
distinct form of the Constructicon Scavenger appears on the screen, a seeming
nervousness in his posture, as though he doesn't really want to be
"on-camera" but doesn't have much of a choice.
"Seeing that we were running low on
supllies, Scrapper led us on a raid of a human installation called Project
Solutions, accompanied by the seeker Bandit. We were able to retrieve a small
amount of what we needed--computer parts, we're still checking what
exactly--before the Autobots--Sky Lynx, Air Raid, Jazz, Twin Twist, Foxfire,
Smokescreen, and Rodimus Prime--arrived to engage us. We formed Devastator and
held off most of them, and Bandit fought the Aerialbot, until, ah, disorienting
damage forced us to break apart. Seeing as how we were out-gunned, we decided
to get out of there with what we had. Um...ah... And Bandit there did a good
job playing look-out and keeping some of the fire off so, so I think he's got
my commendation. Scavanger out."
The Constructicon then reaches forward to hit
a switch. Cut to spinny.
==============================================================================
============================
BB Post in Progress =============================
Group: Reports
Title: Devastator Attacks Project Solutio
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Project
Solutions, a computer components manufacturer near San Jose, California was
raided by a Decepticon force this evening, to include the behemoth known as
Devastator. Although the attack was cut short by the arrival of the Autobots,
several sections of the building were virtually leveled by the giant. The battle
was short lived, however, as the Autobots were able to quickly force a retreat.
The cost of damages and stolen goods has yet to be determined, but human
casualties were virtually non-existent due to a swift evacuation of the
building and thanks to the timely assistance of the Autobots.
==============================================================================