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Post by Ramulus on Jan 3, 2009 10:38:56 GMT -5
When the black flames engulf him, Ramulus abruptly stops firing on Scourge. He feels how something tries to reign him in, submit him to their will. .... It feels so good, so welcoming...
Spark crystal flares up, air becomes static with ion particles. Bright white lightning rips through his form, build up from the chaos and briefly manages to illuminate the area. Ramulus staggers, a tortured cry escaping his usual unwavering self.
Slag this place, heβs not staying a click longer! The flames feed his selfishness, actually returning control to him! β...Beastmode...β He switches, turns and leaps off. ---- Traversing away from epicentre, skippable, still engageable
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Post by Spinister on Jan 3, 2009 20:58:05 GMT -5
Spinister has no time to enjoy his shot, and even if he didn't, he wouldn't - it didn't go through to the other Prime. A failure. With unerring, uncanny accuracy, a tendrils of dark flame lashes around Spinister's rock outcropping and curls out his his body, squeezing and crushing him before throwing him away.
Spinister just has no luck around Matrix bearers. In his own future, he will suffer a Matrix-powered blast from Thunderwing. In another universe, the arrival of Optimus Prime will herald Spinister's death and possession by Unicron.
He lands hard, and he's out, solidly out. Hairsplitter and Singe decombine and huddle behind the shattered sniper, making a call.
Still skippable.
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Post by Stalker on Jan 3, 2009 22:44:34 GMT -5
Stalker has been here all this time, completely still aside from some small adjustments to the position of his rocket and radar to get the best angle for jamming. In order to conserve his energy, he's actually deactivated most of his sensors.
However, even his vantage point on the crater is not out of range, and the missile carrier realises far too late that something is happening. The black flames engulf him, and he feels something trying to push its way into his mind...
Stalker transforms and starts laughing. "Ahehe... You'll all suffer you little wretches!" he says, giggling. Stalker has no concept of what this flame is, but he can't help but love every minute of watching it work its way through the battlefield and thinking of the suffering going on below. Stalker falls to his knees, giggling insanely in glee.
OOC: Back to skippable
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jan 4, 2009 0:05:11 GMT -5
Rodimus Prime screams as he dives into the thick of the dark energy, as it licks at paint and mind and taps that bit that he keeps locked up. With all his control, he avoids giving into the anger, but he cannot avoid the terror. If he withdraws, his dark alternate is free to take another form... wait... another two forms?! And they're right back at the beginning, only worse. If he stays and fails, not only does that happen, but he risks his own mind and the release of further Chaos as well.
Rodimus starts to scramble back as indecision and fear eat at his defenses. Then, he finds his left shoulder being grabbed by a monstrous form, something that belongs beyond the grave... and his senses return to him.
His alternate's body is dead, but his soul, wrapped up with the power of the corrupt alternate Matrix, is very much alive, and now Rodimus can see that it's not only trying to make a home for itself in Midnight's body and mind, but in Scourge's as well. Rodimus doesn't even bother worrying over the logistics of that. He grasps the hand holding his shoulder, while his free hand reaches for Scourge.
"Midnight! Scourge!" he shouts to them both, not aware of damages to audios and similar. "Listen to me! Fight it! Fight him out! Help me get him out of you!" Even as he says this, he focuses on drawing the energy and spirit of his devil duplicate back in, works once more to force it into its container, the Matrix.
From the outside, the black flames start to lessen and draw back, though some may still feel their effects.
OOC: As in, if you want to continue to be affected, that's fine, but a lessening is likely. If you don't want to continue to be affected, you have the excuse to break free and regain control of you r mind.
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Post by Starscream-3 on Jan 4, 2009 8:23:52 GMT -5
Starscream gives up his battle with his 'evil' self. Rodimus needs his help. Dead End is--is he dead? Either way, Starscream isn't taking the risk.
He breaks off from his opponent and rushes to the aid of his loyal bodyguard.
And as his reward for this act of compassion, he gets blasted out of the sky.
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Starscream
Major
"Sometimes I can almost feel it!"
strangely enough, male.
Posts: 945
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Post by Starscream on Jan 4, 2009 8:31:58 GMT -5
This world's Starscream had no idea how entertaining it was to null-ray your own counterpart. As his null rays recharge from a powerful blast, Starscream cackles as the 'good' Starscream crashes to the ground in jet form, satisfied with his work. The black flame have had their impact on him, yes, but not to the degree of others thanks to his altitude.
Of course, there are more targets to get. He does want to get out of there but if he can disrupt whatever it is Rodimus is doing, the happier he'll be.
The Null Rays fire again, this time at the Prime.
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Perceptor-3
Rookie
Curiosity killed... everyone else. After a lengthy examination, of course.
Posts: 139
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Post by Perceptor-3 on Jan 4, 2009 20:58:09 GMT -5
From somewhere near the crater's rim, a lance of pure, white hot light errupts, targeting Starscream with a sniper's precision--
or the precision of a self-serving scientist who can hit a brick at 2000 miles with enough force to shatter apart Devestator himself.
After all, there is no telling what effect those Null Rays might have on the Dark Fire threatening to root itself deep within those shells, and Perceptor is, in theory, still his Master's Thrall. In all the confusion and chaos of the fight, how can Perceptor be certain exactly which body down there Starscream targeted, really? The faithful servent is simply trying to protect his Master. Honest.
He couldn't possibly want the Bright Prime to conquer that demon fire and free him from his torment. Certainly not. Especially not with those shadowed parts within his own mind slashing out at himself, threatening to drive him mad.
ooc: simply posting in a shot fired from Perceptor-3. He is not in this thread, merely observing it from another, and is out of rotation.
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Post by Scourge-3 (RiD) on Jan 4, 2009 22:15:18 GMT -5
Starscream's null ray hits Scourge, and his is crippled and paralysed, uneven to so much as think for a moment.
Thoughts come back first, reeling, he cannot moves, and oh Sigma, that thing is in his head! In his leaking head, just like it belongs, slipped in when he couldn't think.
But maybe it does belong, another gift he never wanted from his dear old dad. Scourge is part Prime, though he lacks a Matrix.
Fight. The word runs slow, like molasses. How can he fight if he can't even move?
But giving up just isn't his style.
Scourge wonders how Rodimus Prime likes collections of Attic pottery. Black on red. Red on black. Scourge loves pottery.
He's totally going to try to attempt an exorcism by boring the demon to death.
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Mirage-3
Rookie
Totally Not The Geezer
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Post by Mirage-3 on Jan 4, 2009 23:40:34 GMT -5
In the darkness is another figure, one that only just arrived. One that pushed himself to the limits of his speed, but, even with finding a working maglev road1, he did not arrive in time. Not in time to help. Not in time to hurt. Not in time to take the shot that killed his lord and master. Not in time to stop the unleashing of a dark and fiery hell upon this world.
And Rodimus Prime's hound does not know if he should howl in sadness or cackle with sadistic glee.
Scourge goes down, and Mirage goes down, but only to his hand2 and knees, brought low not by a shot but by fire, fire burning deep within his corrupted and darkened spark. A high keening sound comes from the hunter as his fingers dig in to the ground, a sound that becomes a name.
"RODIMUS!"
He can't be dead. He can't die! No, no, that damned blue-opticed doppelganger can not do this, can not take away Mirage's chance to free himself. Can't take away his reason for existing....
If only he could get up. If only the pain would stop....
1 Remember that out Runamuck didn't take? Well, Mirage-3 doesn't look a gift horse in the mouth.
2 Pee-Dee as one of his hands, remember?
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Midnight-3
Cadet
"Payback's a mother, ain't it?"
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Post by Midnight-3 on Jan 4, 2009 23:48:01 GMT -5
Rodimus's horror fills the dark spirit in Midnight-3's body with delight; his appeals mean nothing to the brain-fried, blasted Decepticon. Rodimus Prime is the enemy, has always been the enemy, and he will destroy him!
(Rent and twisted panels begin to warp closed; leaking pipes seal themselves, dangling cables slowly retract...)
Something red and gray crashes brutally to the ground nearby, streaks of blue an after-image in Midnight's crazed optics. What the--?
Destroy the Prime! You have the power, stop fighting it, DESTROY HIM!
A brilliant intense shaft of light plunges into the crater from above, narrowly missing a red and gray jet--Starscream? The Air Commander is under attack? But--?
Midnight's grip on Rodimus's shoulder slackens; he ponderously turns to see the crumpled form of his Air Commander sprawled over the bitter rocks of the crater. His focus drifts up, to where the other Starscream still soars.
Dismay penetrates his mind, washing through the alien black rage like a cold flood; Starscream, most faithful of Decepticons, whose loyalty is legendary, has fallen. Whoever struck him down--and Midnight's cracked, half-blind optics track back to the red, round-helmed Bot with the massive scope, distinctive even in degraded vision...
Perceptor. Autobots, the Demon Prime's Autobots--the Demon that is corrupting his own core!
Use me against my own people, would you? I will not be your traitor! Midnight's rage burns cold and white now, but the black fire is stronger. He can't hold it off for long, it calls to that dark place within, the part of him that exulted when a marauding Wrecker fell into the Smelting Pools, the part of him that stayed and watched, savoring over every crackling scream as metal melted and circuits baked, the part of him that pushed...
No! Stop! He did not, will not ever again. He hates that part of himself--and the black fire teases at it, pulling it out, reminding him how much he enjoys it...
One last order... System: override. Brain core #3 compromised. Switch function to brain core #4
ERROR: Brain core #4 malfunction. Unable to switch function...
One last lie, with one stolen code word: System: diagnostic is compromised. Brain core #3 critical security compromise. Shockwave Command override: switch function to brain core #4, quarantine core #3.
For a moment, nothing happened, and the black fire ate into his mind, driving out all resolve. Thoughts wavered, uncertain--what had Midnight done?
Override acknowledged. Quarantine and re-boot to core #4 initiat--
Midnight falls. --- OOC: Posing Starscream by permission of player.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 5, 2009 19:43:40 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron drags Dead End off to some place that seems to be relatively safe and not on fire. He looks around, trying to make out who might still be stuck in the crater, one hand shielding his optics from the glare of the dark fire.
Hmm, is that Kup? It's hard to say.
However, some calls on the radio tear at the resistance leader. Most of all, that call from Springer - but the call from Skid-Z too.
Silhouetted by smoke, he turns, and he is off.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jan 6, 2009 22:57:46 GMT -5
This was really not part of the plan.
Rodimus breaks free of Midnight's grasp moments before Midnight falls on his own. He can feel his alternate-self losing hold in there, but can't see why or how. But where his hold is lost in the large jet, he seems to be digging deeper into Scourge. It gets worse when the null-ray, aimed for Prime himself, instead hits the large black tanker.
The young Prime hesitates, then makes a decision. As per the original plan, he starts to cut his dark double off from the source of the Matrix. Because he's grounded in Scourge's (and even Midnight's) body, that's easier now - neither actually contain it. Unfortunately, that means locking his other self into Scourge.
"Come on, Scourge," he whispers, voice trembling. He kneels, reaching for the tanker's hand, and tries to grasp it. "Just a few more seconds. Once he's weak, I'll have him..." An evil like the other Prime can only be contained by the Matrix, but Rodimus has to be sure he's in there as a prisoner, not a controller, and the way to do that is to weaken him first, prepare his prison. Just a few more moments...
...he only prays those moments are short enough for Scourge.
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Starscream
Major
"Sometimes I can almost feel it!"
strangely enough, male.
Posts: 945
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Post by Starscream on Jan 7, 2009 23:00:32 GMT -5
OOC: No post from Starscream-3. His pose is included in this post. Uh, with permission from his player.
Starscream is pleased. He surveys the events unfolding. His wimpier alternate self has crashed to the ground, and he's doing his best to antagonize Rodimus Prime as best he can.
The thing is, Starscream doesn't have a death wish and is reasonably confident that Rodimus can handle the situation. After all, he is another Prime. Starscream is just going to make things as difficult as he can.
Until he chickens out.
Which is now.
Starscream makes his way out of the vicinity of the crater quickly, dodging the blast from Perceptor as he does so. He left because it was his choice to do so though. Suck a Sparkplug, Shockwave.
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Post by Scourge-3 (RiD) on Jan 8, 2009 19:45:31 GMT -5
Scourge's hand is taken, rather limply by Rodimus Prime - but his grip turns crushing.
The demon has him, body and soul.
He was a protoform, once. He should have been an Autobot, but Megatron himself interrupted Scourge's creation and injected a little of his own spark into the dark tanker, making him a Decepticon. Usually, Scourge is glad of that fact, of having morality and sanity in his life to separate him from the treasure hunters like Skyfire.
Problem is, a scar never heals as strong as healthy tissue, and Scourge's spark is a bit weak to outside control, as a result of that natal intrusion.
His resistance to to the demon Prime was doomed from the start, but with the Prime occupied on the radio, Scourge can just barely manage, clear pain behind his crimson optics, "Wipe me."
Back to the blankness of a protoform - him and the demon Prime both. He has no idea if Rodimus Prime can even manage such a thing, but it's the only thing he can think of in the short period of time.
Then, he can't think at all.
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Mirage-3
Rookie
Totally Not The Geezer
Posts: 222
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Post by Mirage-3 on Jan 9, 2009 18:43:26 GMT -5
He isn't dead.
He isn't dead, because he can't be killed, and I am going to belong to him for the rest of our lives. I'll never be free.
That thought angers Mirage, frightens him, but at the same time the thought comforts. Too much of Mirage belongs to the Dark Prime; without his master, the hound would be lost.
The throbbing pain is lessening, allowing Mirage to crawl closer to Scourge's fallen form. That other Prime. What is he saying?
"No! No, you-" is all Mirage gets out before something impacts the back of his head, denting metal and effectively putting the Prime's hound to sleep.
Now skippable
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