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Jan 23, 2011 15:06:25 GMT -5
Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 23, 2011 15:06:25 GMT -5
The time is now!
Scourge moves to the airlock, takes one look over his shoulder to warn the troops to brace themselves, and then he opens the airlock. He rides the whoosh of wind out and lands lightly on on of the Event Horizon's thruster bells. If they don't feel like riding the wind, they can just jump. After all, the enemy's gate is down.
Frenzy may or may not have simply chosen to hitch a ride with Scourge when Scourge took his leap.
Now, there are engines to sabotage, as long as they don't trip any alarm sensors...
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Barricade
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Jan 23, 2011 16:18:37 GMT -5
Post by Barricade on Jan 23, 2011 16:18:37 GMT -5
Frenzy is not stupid; presented with the opportunity for someone much bigger, with a lot more armor, and more propulsion force to go first and take the hit? Heck yes he hitched a ride on Scourge. On Scourge's back, safely out of line of sight.
Once Scourge touches down, though, Frenzy is off, skittering down the Prime bootleg's frame and onto the hull of the Autobot ship. Let the others do what they came for; Frenzy is looking for a service hatch or some sort of duct. These things always have service hatches and random ducts for mechs small enough to wiggle their way inside.
Stupid Autobots. Never figure on anyone as small as Frenzy sneaking aboard. He chitters in that soft, absent way of his as he locates a promising looking panel and extends a claw through the seam to check for alarm sensors. Autobots will learn to regret overlooking him, oh yeah. Burn the bootlegs in their berths, listen to the wail and gnash their plating as he steals their secrets right out from under them.
Good times.
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Jan 23, 2011 21:44:51 GMT -5
Post by Counterpunch on Jan 23, 2011 21:44:51 GMT -5
Counterpunch is not made for space, nor his he especially agile. On the other hand, one of the jobs he's been working since Pz-Zazz is orbital garbage clean-up crew. So he's learned enough to let the air rushing him from the shuttle to throw him more or less where he needs to go, but not enough to actually hit the thruster bell anything but clumsily.
He grunts (or would, if there was air for the sound to carry) and starts to pull himself after Scourge, checking his hand holds very carefully.
Very, very carefully.
Wouldn't want to accidentally set off any alarms or anything, after all.
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Jan 23, 2011 21:47:56 GMT -5
Post by Fleetwind on Jan 23, 2011 21:47:56 GMT -5
Fleetwind has no real space experience, but he has a lot more natural grace and well-practiced aerial skill than Counterpunch. He lands lightly and starts to scramble after Scourge, quickly getting the hang of the unusual movement, but looking forward to having a proper gravitational field to operate in. The fact that it will be inside the ship is something of a dampener, but it's not like the Seeker suffers from claustrophobia or anything. Even if he is easily defeated by tunnels.
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Jan 23, 2011 23:28:52 GMT -5
Post by Tasha Walker on Jan 23, 2011 23:28:52 GMT -5
When the hatch opens, Blackarachnia is ready. Once the way is clear, she lets loose a webline. She jumps, using the line to swing lightly over to the Event Horizon. If anyone else seems to need help, or a steadying line, she will provide one.*
She transforms into her spider form, as it gives her better grip than hands and feet alone, and scuttle up after Scourge.
*Anyone who wishes to use one of BA's weblines can feel free to do so.
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Jan 23, 2011 23:46:57 GMT -5
Post by Waspinator on Jan 23, 2011 23:46:57 GMT -5
Someone though it would be funny to volunteer Waspinator for this mission too. Probably thought it a good idea to test his true allegiance by throwing him in the deep end – a battle against his former side. All Waspinator knew was that he was going to get shot at, and judging by Scourge’s display of supremacy, he wasn’t entirely sure wish side might shoot him, probably both. He didn’t exactly have butterflies in his stomach, he had half a wasp’s stomach instead, he was fragging nervous, not for the sake of battle but for the opponents.
He was going to stay in the back where possible and maybe aim to miss, maybe aim to hit absolutely everything, he still hadn’t decided.
He jumped after the crowd, his clawed hands and feet finding purchase easy enough.
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Jan 25, 2011 23:03:08 GMT -5
Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 25, 2011 23:03:08 GMT -5
Scourge immediately gets to work on those engine bells! He crouches down, carefully, because floating off into space would be pretty infuriating, and that Starscream would sneer at him. Scourge works on affixing charges to blow holes in the bells such that, if fired in their current orientation, it'll pitch the ship down into the atmosphere and to a fiery doom! But there are a lot of charges to set, and he's very preoccupied, so if some people wanted to trip alarms instead of helping set charges, he might not notice right now...
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Jan 26, 2011 22:34:50 GMT -5
Post by Barricade on Jan 26, 2011 22:34:50 GMT -5
Frenzy is tricksy and careful, and finally manages to get that tiny little hatch open without tripping any alarms - that he can detect, that is. Sadly for anyone else, it is a very tiny hatch, and only Frenzy fits.
He has a job to do, and stuff to break inside.
See ya, suckers!
ooc: out of thread, unless someone stops him
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Jan 26, 2011 23:51:39 GMT -5
Post by Counterpunch on Jan 26, 2011 23:51:39 GMT -5
Counterpunch begins to plant his charges, following Scourge's example as he sets them in place - with one notable difference.
Counterpunch knows an alarm sensor when he sees it. It's his job to defeat them, and he's very good at his job. Spying an external maintenance access hatch (a fairly reasonable place to want to place a charge, as luck would have it), he starts to place the charge over it. He appears, at first, to be having trouble to get it to stick, so he angrily punches the spot - he does have such a temper on him, doesn't he? - before slamming the charge in place.
Between the dim lighting conditions and the lack of noise in space, there's a pretty good chance no one even noticed that, but even if they did, it most likely looked like a brief bumbling with the charge followed by a short loss of temper, nothing more.
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Jan 26, 2011 23:59:00 GMT -5
Post by Fleetwind on Jan 26, 2011 23:59:00 GMT -5
Fleetwind, also, begins setting charges along the bell. But otherwise he fades into Background Seekerdom until things Go Wrong and the fight takes them inside.
OOC: Skippable.
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Jan 27, 2011 21:03:32 GMT -5
Post by Rodimus Prime on Jan 27, 2011 21:03:32 GMT -5
Oh, hey, it seems like an alarm has been tripped or something!
One of the external access hatches bursts open before it's even had a chance to finish venting the air, throwing the occupant nearest the door into space! Said occupant is holding a long length of cable with two electronic magnets on either end, and while still being pushed away from the ship, he swings the cable and throws one end back at the Event Horizon, where it latches on. He takes only a moment to size up the situation, and as soon as the cable's secure, he twists and fires off into space with the electroblasts on his pipes, intentionally choosing the weapon that has the most recoil in order to send himself, with the help of the cable he's holding onto, right towards Scourge!
//Should have known it was you, Scourge,// he growls as he fly-floats in the Decepticon's direction. //Did you really think we wouldn't notice you out here?//
OOC: Autobots who are in Rodimus's 'squad' are free to start arriving now. Yes, the vent would push them into space, but Rodimus is bright enough to make sure everyone has some sort of means to keep from flying into the nothingness at hand, either cable-and-magnets like his, magnets on the feet, natural space maneuverability, or something.
Also, Scourge: Spin off into a separate thread on your post?
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Jan 27, 2011 21:47:11 GMT -5
Post by Jasper Stoneham on Jan 27, 2011 21:47:11 GMT -5
Grampa Blackbird is down on Pz-Zazz when all heck breaks loose in orbit above. He is, in fact, sitting in a rather seedy bar, working his way through something fizzy and potent that makes his circuits tingle with just a bit of excess charge. His pride is still smarting something fierce, even this many days later, from having to be carried out of that last fight by a girl and a headless wonder. He's old, but he's better than that!
And with all the traffic errupting across the Autobot channel, he has the chance to prove it now, if only to himself.
His comrades in trouble, Jetfire eschews the bother of transforming and taking off from Pz-Zazz's surface like any other shuttle craft or jet, and slams back the rest of his fuel, slaps down the appropriate amount of credits on the bar, and steps away from his stool. "Right gents. I'm off! Don't wait up!"
Red optics flash with built up charge, and blue fire blossoms around him for a moment--
And he is gone.
Meanwhile, in space, even this close to the docking port itself, space is still dark and cold enough that a black jet against the depths of that darkness easily blends in. Especially a smaller black jet who is busily planting charges all along the thruster bell. A smaller black jet who, with a sudden flash of blue lightning erupting behind him, is no longer alone.
"Hullo there," Jetfire comments cheerfully as he glances down at the smaller Mindwipe's back. His feet clamp down against the thruster bell as he giddily realizes that, for once, and at just the right time, his bloody spacebridge worked exactly the way it is supposed to, and he grins a malicious, very Decepticon grin as he cocks his fist waaaaaaay back...
"Now get off my bloody ship!" he yells as he puts all his strength into a punch aimed for the back of Mindwipe's head.
ooc: posing of Mindwipe done with permission.
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Jan 27, 2011 22:47:13 GMT -5
Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jan 27, 2011 22:47:13 GMT -5
Spinning out into space with the escaping atmosphere is something small, orange, and annoying! Whirligig has no line. Whirligig needs no line! The poles on his head fan out, the small thrusters on them swiveling and activating to cut his spin so that he faces the Event Horizon. He's orientated relatively upside-down compared to the ship, but hey, it's zero-g! Up is what you make it.
//Bit of a pest control problem we got here! Better get rid of it before they start to multiply!// The thruster assembly on his head swivels again, and he zips back towards the thruster bells to engage the enemy.
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Jan 28, 2011 3:37:01 GMT -5
Post by Mindwipe on Jan 28, 2011 3:37:01 GMT -5
Mindwipe stumbles forward, tumbling a bit and starts to float away, but soon pushes himself back down onto the Event Horizon - handy, having thrusters for shoulders. He gets to his feet, and shakes off the punch, rattling a few shards off the back of his head.
He then starts to make flourishing hand movements, and his mouth moves, but no sound comes out.
He then clenches his fists, and stomps on the Event Horizon. He forgot that he's in airless space and cannot use his hypnosis properly.
So instead he draws a dagger, and tries to keep back away from Jetfire for the time being. //We've got a big one behind us, comrades!//
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Jan 29, 2011 19:45:29 GMT -5
Post by Tasha Walker on Jan 29, 2011 19:45:29 GMT -5
Blackarachnia caught Counterpunch's emphatic placement of the explosives and rolled her eyes. Why did Scourge bring that hothead along anyway? He was almost certain to cause trouble.
...Or trouble could find them. Rodimus challenges Scourge as is to be expected and the angry black tanker will likely rail against anyone who helps before he asks- if he asks at all.
But there are other flies for her web.
A line shoots out and snags the small upside-down orange Autobot and snatches him toward her, but she is unused to working in zero G, and the inertia throws them both out of this thread and into A Sting in Time.
Snagging Whirligig w/ permission
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