Midnight-3
Cadet
"Payback's a mother, ain't it?"
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Post by Midnight-3 on Dec 28, 2008 20:47:18 GMT -5
Midnight-3's damage is more than cosmetic, but he's still functional enough to fight, and that's what matters. Springer had wanted to take him to the repair station, but Midnight kept slapping him on the side and pointing at the crater and the battle until the green chopper got the right idea and yielded.
As Springer dips low over the battle, Midnight releases his hold on the skid and drops, landing on two feet with the solid 'WHOMP' of tons of metal hitting sand. From the air, it looked like the one Prime was charging the other; Midnight took care to drop off well to one side. Some things, even Shockwave's Pet Project shouldn't get between.
Getting behind, that was another matter. If their ally wanted to mix it up with the Demon Prime, Midnight-3 felt obliged to give him a hand. Or two.
The dark jet-former dug his toes in and charged; sand shook out of his smashed cockpit in a fine spray as he ran. At the end of that charge, the Demon Prime awaited. Midnight lunged, both hands reaching to grab those bright, dark shoulders.
--- Slapping of Springer by permission of player.
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Dec 29, 2008 10:10:46 GMT -5
Scourge's "warning" does, indeed, make it easier to dodge, though the blast still washes against his already battered wagon-half. In twisting out of the way of one shot, however, the Prime makes himself that much more vulnerable to Dead End's blast, which tears through newly re-knitted circuitry.
"Aaarrgh!" he cries out in pain and anger. "No more of that, you blasted insect!" he exclaims, loosing a stronger blast at Dead End.
His pre-occupation with the Stunticon costs him, however, as Midnight is able to connect. Only one hand finds purchase - the other shoulder is still free - but even the partial pin is enough to infuriate Rodimus, causing the dark flame to rise higher, making even close contact painful. "Release me, fool Seeker!" he commands, optics feverishly red in the darkness around him.
And still his injuries slowly repair themselves...
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 29, 2008 12:45:05 GMT -5
Rodimus Prime isn't one to waste an opportunity when its presented, and this is one hell of an opportunity. He rushes forward, aware of the possibility that others may continue to fire into the melee, but the reward now is worth that risk. And besides, with his alternate healing himself before their eyes, now is the time to cut the villain off from his source of power.
Rodimus visibly winces as he enters into the dark aura of his alternate, the sensation burning away at him physically even as he feels his own temper rise. This creature is every bit as evil, as cruel, as Galvatron. What a pleasure it would be to rip the other's armor from his frame, tear his head from his body, crush his brain module between his fin-
No!
Rodimus forces himself back under control, swimming through the anger and the hate, reminding himself - he is Rodimus Prime. He has held Unicron - Unicron! - captive for years. He has stalemated Shockwave tactically, and he has reversed a total retreat from Cybertron. Now is no time to let doubt and anger claw at his strength. Unicron fears him, and if his demonic double doesn't, he will learn.
Rodimus Prime puts his hand on his alternate's chest, over the corrupt Matrix hidden within. He lifts clear, calm blue eyes to hold steady the bruning gaze of his other self, and he does not flinch. When he speaks, his voice is steady, not a threat, but a pronouncement of truth. He says but three words as he starts to focus on stangling the other's source of power, but those three words carry over the crater, bouncing off the sides to make their way to more distance audio sensors.
"It's over, Prime."
And then he begins.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Dec 30, 2008 13:55:05 GMT -5
Not his. The blooming all consuming fury was not his. But it was like a god's anger, nearly indistinguishable from his own, overwhelming and seemingly infinite. Phobia had long ago buckled under the pressure and was trying to stagger out of his alt-mode, gun in useless limp hands and feeling like he needed to murder someone just to exist.
The spectacle that greeted him when he managed to straighten up blew away all thoughts of that particular need. The dark energy seemed to contract as suddenly as it'd intensified, leaving the dark bike drained and dazed and grabbing the nearest rock to right himself start doing sensible things like running away.
Frag Starscream; he was the only ground bound mech in the area and he wasn't sticking around to see what the Autobots and their allies were going to do to him after they'd finished with the evil Prime. This was enough excitement for Phobia in one day.
OOC: Out of thread unless stopped.
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Post by Scourge-3 (RiD) on Dec 31, 2008 21:07:21 GMT -5
This Scourge is a bit more laid back. Doesn't really have the anger issues of his counterpart. Oh sure, he gets angry, now and then, but nothing excessive.
Nothing excessive expect when under the malignant spiritual influence of Rodimus Prime's anger field.
He's in close enough that the flames are licking at his dusty black body, burning off the dust, sending sparks flying into the air.
His trailer appears behind him, and like a black lily, it blooms. Scourge growls, "Ultimate barrage attack."
In a perfect world, he would warn his comrades first and consider that there are people who are also nearby Rodimus Prime.
In a perfect world, he'd be in a nice university, standing in front of a chalkboard, not in a pit in a desert, feeling unreasonably enraged.
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Dead End-3
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"We who are about to die salute you"
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Post by Dead End-3 on Dec 31, 2008 21:28:04 GMT -5
Dead End-3 dives to the side--but not quite fast enough, as pinched joints and crumpled fenders trip him up. The evil Prime's blast tears through the Stunticon's upper left leg and Dead End hits the ground awkwardly. So does his leg. ; The battered Stunticon spasms, clawing at the ground as circuits short and spark from the blasted stump of his upper leg. The spasms pass as the sparks die down; Dead End shudders once and then drags himself slowly toward a nearby boulder with one arm, dragging his rifle with the other...
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Midnight-3
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"Payback's a mother, ain't it?"
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Post by Midnight-3 on Dec 31, 2008 22:19:38 GMT -5
Midnight-3 remains silent as the Demon Prime's darkness burns. It sears his hands, sears his body and soul as he yanks hard, trying to pull the Prime into his grasp--which proves surprisingly difficult. Rodimus the Evil is as stronger or stronger than Midnight--
Reality catches fire, darkly; Midnight's rage and hatred of the Demon Prime mounts ever higher. Pain means nothing, limits mean nothing, he will overpower this Pit-spawn and tear him limb from limb--even if he burns out every spare CPU in his head to do it!
Let his very metal soften and melt--all the better to weld him to the demon. This Autobot will not escape justice! (Or is it vengeance?)
"Ultimate Barrage Attack!"
Even with the announcement, Scourge-3's attack catches Midnight by surprise, so caught up in battle-madness is he. Reality turns from black fire to orange and yellow blasts of flame; Primus picks himself up and smashes Midnight down with the mass of Cybertron---
Brain core #2 non-functioning...Switching metaprocessor function to brain core #3...
Warning: memory degradation 50%. Priority repair and reload indicated.
Warning: primary power conduit disabled; reverting to wireless distribution.
Warning...
--what was he doing laying on his back? What was he doing, period? What the slag was wrong with all his systems?
Most of Midnight lay on the ground not far from where he'd grappled Rodimus Prime--even the massive barrage of explosions couldn't move his immense mass very far. He looks a bit "like a jigsaw puzzle with a couple of pieces missing". Sparks jump and snap from gaping, smoking holes in his armor; his arm guns and one hand are somewhere far across the crater, as is the rest of both wings. Coils of piping and cable dangle from his gutted cockpit like mechanical entrails; both optics are cracked and dark. The armor is blown wide-open on his left leg, exposing bent, warped struts and pistons.
The zombies of Kalis looked healthier.
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Post by Spinister on Jan 1, 2009 20:00:39 GMT -5
Spinister is behind some of the crater rocks, which shield his from the brunt of the flames and Scourge's Ultimate Barrage Attack. He has a beautiful view of both Primes, and the way they're standing, he could almost shoot through one and hit the other.
The problem, of course, is energy dissipation. He uses a laser rifle, boosted by Singe's nuclear power. It's a high-energy weapon, but he suspects that it's not high enough energy to enter a Prime and exit the other side. Time to find out, he supposes.
Spinister lines up for one perfect shot to draw a straight line through the dark Prime's brain module and into the light's - with lasers, Spinister doesn't need to worry about ballistic trajectories, only straight lines.
One shot. That's all he has, and he'll have to bail.
He takes it, already preparing to transform and run.
OOC: Still skippable.
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Post by Ramulus on Jan 2, 2009 13:56:36 GMT -5
He freezes when the missiles fire. Their undodgeable explosions knock him flat, disorient and send him sliding deeper into the battlezone, rocks and debris tearing deep gashes into his back. Sensors fill with pain and stress, a killer combo on one already susceptible to hostile actions: Ramulus ignites with rage.
Would be convenient to have fighting against the Dark Prime. “Scourge you backstabbing, friendly firing traitor!” Oh, right. Did someone get the 101 on Ramulus's low trust issue?
Gun-muzzle glows hot, very very hot, as the cannon is unleashed against his ally in pure black-and-white reasoning. Shoot your friends, get shot by friends. A searing white lightning flashes over his form, but he’s oblivious to it... for now his back is giving more hurt.
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Jan 2, 2009 14:34:36 GMT -5
When his alternate self places a hand on his chest and speaks, the Demon Prime's reaction is confusion at first. Confusion and anger, that quickly turn into the first sparklings of fear as Rodimus feels the conduits of power he's so long relied on begin to constrict. "No.. NO!" he cries out, struggling against Midnight, trying to get away from his double - the first show of real fear and not fury this battle. The dark flames begin to dim...
Scourge's Ultimate Barrage Attack almost comes as a relief, as it knocks all three melee combatants off their feet. Thanks to positioning, it seems that Midnight took the worst of that, followed by the devil Prime, and the Prime's wounds are, indeed, extensive - large rifts in his armor, whole sections knocked off displaying support struts and control mechanisms beneath, part of his face torn asunder with black lubricant dripping down the side of one chin, right arm mangled into a state of questionable usefullness...
...And now, faster than before, it starts to reknit itself. The black flames have returned in full force, and that torn, twisted, wretched mockery of a visage turns towards Scourge and grins.
"Thank you, Scourge," he shouts, tone entirely too pleased as he reaches towards the other, and the dark reaches with him. "There is a place for you at my side once my victory is had... well. Perhaps after you've died a few times." It's only appropriate. He is a clone of Optimus Prime, after all.
And then Spinister's shot hits, directly through the brain module.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jan 2, 2009 14:43:51 GMT -5
Rodimus can feel it working - he can feel it working! - when familiar words from an unexpected source catch his attention, and the next moment, his world is explosions. Like the other two, he's knocked off his feet, and if the damage isn't as extensive for him as it is for Midnight and his alternate, the difference is one of degrees, for still his form is scorched by black-flame, dented, cracked, and on one leg, blown up entirely. Quickly, he judges that he'll still have use of that leg, but not for much longer.
He calls over the radio frequencies for help. //Emirate Xaaron! Starscream! Will someone get these people out of the way!// Then he scrambles to his feet, just as the shot hits his alternate's brain module.
The Demon Prime's body falls, but rather than dying out, the black flames leap higher, lashing out in all directions, attacking, pricking, reaching, searching...
Rodimus's optics widen. "Oh, no," he groans, and dives into the thick of things, towards the body of his devil-self.
OOC note: Concerning the black flames: Anyone in any of the 'near by' threads are free to pose being affected by them or not, at the player's preferences. Possible effects include: physical pain, physical burning, actual physical damage, increased anger or agression, an increase in other negative emotions, or a feeling of searching/invasion (as though something were trying to force its way into your mind from outside). You can experience one or two of the effects without going through them all. The damage may, at some player's preference, be enough to knock some characters unconscious (or worse). If a player is interested in the possibility of permanent mental side-effects, please contact an admin to work out the details.
If your character is nearby but not currently in a thread, and you want to show what affects this might have on your character, feel free to make a post in here about it, but you are encouraged to immediately return to a skippable status.
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Post by Scourge-3 (RiD) on Jan 2, 2009 17:54:15 GMT -5
Scourge freezes and cries out, "I'm not a traitor!"
He reels, as his senses come back to him, if only for a moment. Slaggit, did he just unleash his Ultimate Barrage attack without looking which way he was aiming? Blast, this is why no man should have that kind of power! He'd be so much better off under a pile of books...
But Scourge's thoughts betray him and leave him open to attack, and the demon Prime drags Scourge into the pile of combat and fire. Scourge's paint blisters and burns, even as his mind reels. He growls, "It'll take better than you to kill me."
Then a fiery laserbolt hits Rodimus Prime clear in the head, and Scourge seems to vanish in the black flames.
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Dead End-3
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"We who are about to die salute you"
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Post by Dead End-3 on Jan 2, 2009 19:09:32 GMT -5
Fortunately, Dead End-3 was well outside the radius of Scourge's barrage. Once enough dust settles for his radar to penetrate the smoke cloud, he slowly raises his rifle to fire at the Demon Prime one more time--
Spinister beats him to it.
Black flames wash all around and the darkness crashes down on him; Dead End lets his rifle slide to the ground as pitch black despair rises up and chokes me. There's no point in fighting--it's over. There's no point in anything at all...
Dead End-3 slumps against the rock as his optics darken and shut down, along with the rest of him. His body slowly tilts over and it collapses to the sand.
--- Dead End-3 is not dead, but shut down in deep stasis. Skippable.
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Midnight-3
Cadet
"Payback's a mother, ain't it?"
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Post by Midnight-3 on Jan 2, 2009 19:51:57 GMT -5
The dark burning is back, playing over Midnight-3's body, searing and paining him. The rage gnaws at him, and something else as well works at his battered brain cores.
Midnight drags himself to his feet, one painful step at a time, rolling over on to his face, then slowly rising to his knees, finally clawing himself upright against the crater wall. He claws one-handed at the cliff wall, then staggers away from it and toward the two Primes. He limps, dragging the warped, torn strut of a leg along by will and brute force. Broken cables and pipes dangle, sparking, from his gutted cockpit. Behind him, he leaves a trail of desert earth darkened by leaking fuel and coolants.
Midnight's head tilts at an unmoving angle, the main joint dislocated and warped by Scourge's blasts; his cracked optics are lit with a dull red fire. Pain burns him inside and out; there's nothing left but that and the rage.
The black flame burns into his remaining brain core, consuming it, trying to remake Midnight-3 in its own image.
Warning: Brain core #3 function compromised; switching to brain core #4--
ERROR: Brain core #4 malfunction. Unable to switch function...
Who was he? Who were his enemies? The black rage burned furiously. All of them, they're all enemies! Kill them! Burn them, destroy them, destroy everything in glorious fire!
Alliances vanished with fried memory banks. The zombie-like dark transformer saw only his hated enemy, his orange-clad, blue-optick'd destroyer. He staggered forward, grabbing at the enemy Prime with his one remaining hand.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 2, 2009 20:49:31 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron would have been here sooner, but let's face it - he is super-slow. He stands just out the range of the flames, and he is taken aback by what he feels here. A wave of sickness rolls over him, and he can feel something twisting at his mind.
He denies it.
His mind is his own, or so he thinks. Emirate Xaaron may have that thought cruelly proved wrong someday, but not today.
Get people out of the area... there's Dead End! Alive or dead? Emirate Xaaron's not sure, but he moves off closer to the Stunticon to check on him.
Skippable. Also, attackable.
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