Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on May 17, 2008 15:05:40 GMT -5
Rodimus Prime, alight with dark flame, now runs headlong down one of the streets of the riverside city, heading towards the last reported position of his alternate.
Rodimus Prime, shining in the sun, rolls at his best speed up a nearby street of the riverside city, heading towards the last reported position of his alternate.
Rodimus Prime revels in power used carelessly and at his whim, pulling not only from the corrupt Matrix but also from what is inside the Matrix without regard to consequence. If he can claim the universe at the cost of his soul, it is a bargain indeed.
Rodimus Prime tentatively makes use of abilities that are always there but usually avoided. Available if absolutely needed, but used carefully, with every thought given to the potential consequences of overuse or misuse. It takes any fool who possesses power to make use of it. Wisdom lies in knowing when not to.
Both, focused on their power as they are, sense the other at approximately the same moment. Rodimus Prime takes a left and sprints down an alley. Rodimus Prime, approaching from the opposite direction, takes a right and smashes, full-force, through a storefront and approaches his other with no more protection than a single wall between them.
Rodimus Prime's tires screech to a halt inside the building as, just in front of him, a blast of dark energy crashes through the wall in front of him. He backs up only a little, his tires scream again, he turns, and drives through the wall next to the newly created hole, aimed directly at his dark alternate.
Rodimus Prime is taken by surprise. He's knocked down and rolled over by his alternate, who then crashes into the wall on the other side of the alley and is once more out of sight.
Duskwing flits through the skies, twisting this way and that looking for targets.1 A flash of orange and red catches his optics, a hated red symbol. Incoherent rage rises in him at the sight of it--them! There are two of them! He banks steeply and dives, strafing the hated trucks with laserfire, then launching a cluster-bomb at each as he passed. As he pulls away, and the hellish rage releases its grip on his mind, Duskwing has second thoughts.
"Slag me, that was dat clown-Prime," he tells himself. "I hope he didn't notice, 'cause the boss ain't given the word yet, an' if I spoil his plans, he's gonna kill me!"1
One Prime, in sight when the shots are made, is already gone by the time they hit. One Prime, laid out flat by his alternate, is in the process of springing back to his feet when laser fire scores his paint and the explosions of cluster bombs causes him to lose his footing again. He growls angrily, gets back up again, and shouts after his alternate, blasting into the building the other had retreated into.
"Get back here!!" he screams at his other, jumping in the building to give chase. But he is on foot, unable to transform due to the damage done to his trailer, and the other has a head start. "Come back here and I'll show you how a real Prime fights!"
It is tempting. Oh, so tempting. The flames of fury licked at the edges of consciousness when they had closed the distance. But Rodimus knows the price the Autobots would pay for his rage, and he has a lot of experience in keeping his worst impulses under control.
One Rodimus gives chase, one flees, crashing through walls and even buildings to keep himself out of direct sight of his alternate. He saw what he needed to see, got a feel for his dark self, took the slightest taste of the dark Matrix to prepare for future confrontations. His mission is accomplished, and with his better speed and head start, he is able to shake his chaser quickly enough. The count of Eight is never reached.
And now Rodimus Prime knows that there is something in that dark, corrupt Matrix that worries even Unicron.
1 This segment written by Duskwing's player.
Rodimus Prime, shining in the sun, rolls at his best speed up a nearby street of the riverside city, heading towards the last reported position of his alternate.
Rodimus Prime revels in power used carelessly and at his whim, pulling not only from the corrupt Matrix but also from what is inside the Matrix without regard to consequence. If he can claim the universe at the cost of his soul, it is a bargain indeed.
Rodimus Prime tentatively makes use of abilities that are always there but usually avoided. Available if absolutely needed, but used carefully, with every thought given to the potential consequences of overuse or misuse. It takes any fool who possesses power to make use of it. Wisdom lies in knowing when not to.
Both, focused on their power as they are, sense the other at approximately the same moment. Rodimus Prime takes a left and sprints down an alley. Rodimus Prime, approaching from the opposite direction, takes a right and smashes, full-force, through a storefront and approaches his other with no more protection than a single wall between them.
Rodimus Prime's tires screech to a halt inside the building as, just in front of him, a blast of dark energy crashes through the wall in front of him. He backs up only a little, his tires scream again, he turns, and drives through the wall next to the newly created hole, aimed directly at his dark alternate.
Rodimus Prime is taken by surprise. He's knocked down and rolled over by his alternate, who then crashes into the wall on the other side of the alley and is once more out of sight.
Duskwing flits through the skies, twisting this way and that looking for targets.1 A flash of orange and red catches his optics, a hated red symbol. Incoherent rage rises in him at the sight of it--them! There are two of them! He banks steeply and dives, strafing the hated trucks with laserfire, then launching a cluster-bomb at each as he passed. As he pulls away, and the hellish rage releases its grip on his mind, Duskwing has second thoughts.
"Slag me, that was dat clown-Prime," he tells himself. "I hope he didn't notice, 'cause the boss ain't given the word yet, an' if I spoil his plans, he's gonna kill me!"1
One Prime, in sight when the shots are made, is already gone by the time they hit. One Prime, laid out flat by his alternate, is in the process of springing back to his feet when laser fire scores his paint and the explosions of cluster bombs causes him to lose his footing again. He growls angrily, gets back up again, and shouts after his alternate, blasting into the building the other had retreated into.
"Get back here!!" he screams at his other, jumping in the building to give chase. But he is on foot, unable to transform due to the damage done to his trailer, and the other has a head start. "Come back here and I'll show you how a real Prime fights!"
It is tempting. Oh, so tempting. The flames of fury licked at the edges of consciousness when they had closed the distance. But Rodimus knows the price the Autobots would pay for his rage, and he has a lot of experience in keeping his worst impulses under control.
One Rodimus gives chase, one flees, crashing through walls and even buildings to keep himself out of direct sight of his alternate. He saw what he needed to see, got a feel for his dark self, took the slightest taste of the dark Matrix to prepare for future confrontations. His mission is accomplished, and with his better speed and head start, he is able to shake his chaser quickly enough. The count of Eight is never reached.
And now Rodimus Prime knows that there is something in that dark, corrupt Matrix that worries even Unicron.
1 This segment written by Duskwing's player.