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Post by Demolishor on May 22, 2007 19:49:33 GMT -5
Demolishor really needed to stop taking those midshift naps. He didn't exactly have Cyclonus' post-battle narcoleptic tendencies, but staring at a screen full of nothing for a few hours occasionally made him fall asleep just to relieve the boredom.
"Bzuh?" Demolishor shook his head and stood up hurriedly, yawning quickly and rubbing his face to wake himself up. Right, right, monitor duty...
Demolishor looked up. And suddenly his world turned into one giant question mark.
It wasn't the moon base, and it definitely wasn't the moon. Didn't look like any part of Earth he'd ever been to, either. Everything was in shades of molding brown and optic-seering green, and a single step forward made Demolishor sink knee-deep into the mud.
"Cyclonus? If this is your fault, it's not funny!" Demolishor tried to wade to a dryer area, waiting for the familiar uncontrollable cackle of the crazed helicopter. Cyclonus never could resist gloating.
"Cyclonus!" the tank bellowed again.
Nothing but his own voice resounding from the rotting forest and the flapping of the fleeing birds. Demolishor took another squishing step forward and tried warping back to the base. His warp-return drive stuttered, then faltered, returning a message of 'wtf mate you have to warp out to warp back again, duh.' This was not a good thing.
//Megatron? Cyclonus? Starscream!// The mud under Demolishor's feet gave a bit and something flicked against his ankle before swimming away.
//...anybody?//
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Post by Fleetwind on May 23, 2007 15:26:18 GMT -5
The polite, somewhat soothing tones of Fleetwind's voice can be heard over the Decepticon frequency, although at first he appeared to be addressing someone besides Demolishor.
//When it comes to Guardian robots, it's always best to assume the worst, and this time you'd be right, anyway. Sounds like a more detailed report will have to wait until this is cleared up, though.//
//New speaker, please provide your designation.//
OOC: Hey, Demolishor, I'm going to ask that you cross-post your response to the Expansive Plains arrival thread, since that's the group you're going to be interacting with. If we're all talking on the same Decepticon frequency, it'll be easier to keep things straigt if we keep it all in one thread. Once you've done that, I'm going to lock and close this thread, unless I hear otherwise.
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Post by Demolishor on May 23, 2007 15:29:19 GMT -5
The voice on the other end was unfamiliar to Demolishor, and it made him highly suspicious. This whole thing might be an Autobot trick, to make him...um...
Hm. Actually, he had no idea what the trick would be. Ah, but that was part of the trick, not to know. The Autobots could be such little sneaks sometimes. Of course, it could also be Sideways. Every time they thought they had the viral motorcycle figured out, he pulled some new power out of his exhaust and messed with their heads again. Stupid godmoders.
//This is Demolishor. Who the heck are you?// He stumbled towards the trees, managing to find one whose roots will hold most of his weight and hiding behind it. His paint job was better equipped for a desert than a swamp, but he was muddy enough already to hide decently well behind the rotting plants.
//I want answers! Now!// Before he turned into a shambling pile of organicness and had to spend the rest of the day in the pressurized shower. Assuming it hadn't broken again; patch jobs could only go so far.
But he digresses.
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Post by Shrapnel on May 23, 2007 23:51:47 GMT -5
Shrapnel wakes up partially covered by the dark morass, and for a moment he thinks he's back in Demon Swamp. Then the smell gets through to him, and he realizes it's all wrong. The swamp in Bali smelled of life - green and wet. This is stinking death.
This is stinking death that he's sinking into!
The robotic stag beetle bursts from the muck and grime with a high-pitched cry that travels for miles. Actual insects flee from it, and avians launch from the bushes in flight. After the strange cry fades, all rustles in the swamp are also gone.
Something new is here. Something new is usually bad. Best to wait and see what it is.
OOC Note: Shrapnel is probably fairly near Demolishor.
Thread has been reopened since there is actually someone over here now. Any chatter on the Decepticon broadband should still be crossposted to the Expansive Plains.
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Post by Demolishor on May 24, 2007 6:10:18 GMT -5
Demolishor ducked further behind his grove of trees as a piercing shriek burst through the air. He didn't know anyone who shrieked like that either without someone slipping a few drops of liquid nitrogen down their back.
"Hey!" the tank yelled out into the swamp, sending the birds and insects scattering again. "Show yourself, Autobot!" His gun-turret fingers gripped the tree in front of him, ready to hide behind it or throw it out of the way as the situation necessitated.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on May 24, 2007 10:09:46 GMT -5
//We’re Decepticons, Demolisher,// Skystrike's low, deep rumble of a voice said bluntly over Demolisher's radio. //I’m afraid we don’t have too many answers at the moment either. We’ve all just arrived here ourselves. Now, do state your faction, your current status and describe your location.//
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Post by Fleetwind on May 24, 2007 13:14:36 GMT -5
Fleetwind chooses not to respond to Demolishor, deciding that Skystrike's answered sufficiently, but what he has to say to Skystrike on the Decepticon frequency can no doubt be heard by the other.
//Skystrike, Fleetwind speaking. My altitude is pretty high. If anyone's leaving wires laying out on the ground, I'm not going to be able to see them. I'm above mountains of some sort, mostly in browns and reds. I'm heading your way; the homing signal's getting stronger, but I'm not sure how exactly how far I am relative you.//
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Post by Shrapnel on May 24, 2007 13:27:30 GMT -5
"Autobot, Autobot?" The second word came as a low echo of the first, though obviously the same voice spoke both words.
Shrapnel crept towards the sound of whomever had yelled. Giant stag beetles weren't particularly noted for their stealthiness, and it occurred to him that whomever was out there might feel a little jittery.
He transformed to robot-mode and skulked through the trees until he could get a look at the other mech out there.
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Post by Demolishor on May 24, 2007 14:39:35 GMT -5
Demolishor's turrets were clearly poking out from behind the vines and trees where he was 'hiding'. He wasn't made for camouflage, physically or mentally.
But he could hear someone coming and he stood his ground firmly, ready to fight like a Decepticon.
'And die like a Decepticon', said a small part of his common sense programming. He firmly shut that idea out and kept his optics facing forward. At least fighting would be better than all this sneaking around.
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Post by Shrapnel on May 24, 2007 15:09:47 GMT -5
Ah-ha! Missile turrets!
Shrapnel stood sideways to one of the swamp's crooked trees, his black almost blending in with that of the swamp. The branches did a good job of obscuring his antlers, and side-on to the other mech like this likely kept the yellow on his chest from being seen.
"Hello, hello!" He called out. "If you step out, I'll step out, but if you don't, I'll just drop in, drop in."
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Post by Demolishor on May 24, 2007 17:08:56 GMT -5
"If you step out, I'll step out, but if you don't, I'll just drop in, drop in."
This voice was also new, and a touch on the creepy side. Demolishor didn't like this one either.
"You step out first, Autobot. And I'll be watching you." He switched his optical sensors to another mode, designed to seek out only sparked mechs, and scanned the treeline.
Wow, that one was small. About the size of Perceptor, really, if you stuck a pair of long curved thingies on his head. What a horrible disguise.
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Post by Shrapnel on May 24, 2007 17:17:16 GMT -5
"So, you want me to drop in then, then?" Shrapnel leapt into the air, knowing full well that he was giving away his position. But it wasn't like he didn't know where the big, rather panicky fellow was already.
"And I'm not an Autobot, Autobot," he added as he entered the down slope of the lifter-assisted jump. He'd land squarely beside Demolishor if nothing changed in the next moment.
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Post by Demolishor on May 24, 2007 17:23:53 GMT -5
Demolishor's hands stuck straight out in front of him, and anyone who could put the holes in his fingers and his fighting stance together would figure that he was quite ready to shoot.
"If you're not an Autobot, then who are you?" He noticed the Decepticon insignia on the shorter mech, but didn't really believe it. Every Decepticon that had previously shown up without reason or manners had turned out to be bad news.
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Post by Shrapnel on May 24, 2007 17:39:34 GMT -5
"I'm an Insecticon, Insecticon."
People wanted to shoot Shrapnel most of the time he was around. It probably had something to do with him being an aggressive, double-crossing son of a glitch.
A quick replay of the recent radio chatter gave him three voices that he'd never heard before. Well, one he'd heard just now in this swamp was 'Demolishor', he was pretty sure. Of the others, one had self-identified as 'Fleetwind' and the other probably 'Skystrike'.
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Post by Demolishor on May 24, 2007 17:52:20 GMT -5
"Insectiwhatnow?" Demolishor didn't lower his hands. He talked, but that didn't mean he wasn't a minicon. Maybe a gestalt, although he couldn't pick apart the actual pieces.
"Well, I've never heard of you. What's your name?"
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