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Post by Demolishor on Jun 23, 2007 15:28:15 GMT -5
Demolishor momentarily pondered on the irony of calling a creature landlubbin' when one is, in fact, a car. This planet really was full of silly people.
As the worm turned to follow Dead End, Demolishor followed, now blasting away at the intakes as Hook had ordered. Again, he mourned the lack of Mini-Cons for added firepower or Autobots to use as cannon--er, bore-fodder.
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Post by Cannonball on Jun 24, 2007 6:48:21 GMT -5
To be technical, Cannonball was a station wagon! And that was to get across his ship. If he walked, the movie would be over by the time he got where he was going! ...waitaminute...
Watching the worm divert its attention to Dead End, Cannonball dropped down to the ground, relaxing slightly as he exhausted some pent-up air in a sigh. Something just still didn't feel right about using his shoulder cannons. With a whirr and a click, the barrels rotate back into their storage position, and retract into his back, panels closing over them.
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Post by Hook on Jun 25, 2007 21:28:55 GMT -5
The window of opportunity Hook had been aiming for passed by swiftly. He barely got off a shot in it, and he felt that the damage it did was hardly worth the effort he had taken.
However, the fact that the mining worm would shut off its borers and follow Dead End when he made a radar pulse was... very useful.
//Demolishor, stop shooting it. Set yourself up at these coordinates-// Data feed. //-And prepare to fire a missile down its gullet.//
//Dead End, turn your radar on, leave it on, and lead the worm over to these coordinates-// Another data feed.
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Post by Dead End on Jun 26, 2007 8:49:44 GMT -5
// Oh, good, I get to be bait. We all know the lifespan of bait, // Dead End replies in his usual morose tone. // So if Demolishor's missiles misfire, it shreds both of us, then you two follow us down its gullet. Peachy. //
Dead End brakes abruptly and turns his radar on. Not being one to waste life-threatening opportunities, he engages his mapping software to update his terrain charts. (And if anyone with a radar receiver is within 100 miles or so, they're getting a big "BOO-YAH!" from over here...)
The worm turns, darting toward Dead End, who accelerates out of its way. His tires bounce hard across the edge of the road, and his wheels kick up a froth as he splashes through the mire with the worm close behind. Now he has to rely on his speed--if he turns too sharply, the worm overshoots and has to turn back. Normally, that would be an excellent maneuver for breaking contact, but that's not the point of this exercise.
Dead End almost has the worm lined up with Demolishor--he makes one last turn to finish the job--
And loses traction in the mud. He bogs down, wheels spinning furiously and throwing muck everywhere and on everyone nearby as he struggles to get out of the path of the worm--
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Post by Demolishor on Jun 26, 2007 10:10:31 GMT -5
//Got it.//
Demolishor tromped over to his assigned area and took a stronger stance. Just stand here, ready to fire...
And then Dead End ran his fool self into the mud. Demolishor watched with a bit of apprehensiveness as the mining worm wriggled closer to its prize. It probably wouldn't do too much damage if it hit him personally, but Dead End would be halfway to metal shavings if the worm got to the car before he got out.
"Slaggit. Cars are useless." He fired a few missiles early, trying to get the worm's attention and bring it over to him instead of Dead End. If he did it right, it might get into proper position even without the other Decepticon's guidance.
//Can one of you dig Dead End out? He's stuck.//
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Post by Cannonball on Jun 26, 2007 13:48:34 GMT -5
//Aye, I s'pose I could...//
Cannonball turns, running toward the worm and the fatalist, jumping up high enough for his legs to split forward and back. His head retracts, and arms fold up and retract into his torso as the legs lock in to make the front and back of his vehicle mode. His engine revs more the closer he gets. Something catches his sensors - a small bit of raised ground at the edge of the muck.
He cuts his wheels, lining himself up with that 'natural ramp', and floors it. Upon reaching it, and driving off, everything seems to flow in slow motion for a moment as the hearse soars through the air.
It all comes back to speed when he splats into the mire, smashing his front end into Dead End's backside. "Arr! Thar ye go, lad! Get yer aft in gear!"
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Post by Hook on Jun 26, 2007 14:41:45 GMT -5
Hook covered his visor with one hand. He was surrounded by idiots. "I should not be the only person who can make plans and edit them in the middle of operations."
//No, Demolishor, the point of Dead End playing bait is that his radar makes him reliable bait. Most people don't design mining equipment to respond to missile attacks, because most mining equipment doesn't get assaulted by missiles. Just reposition yourself in order to put a missile down its intakes.//
He spoke calmly, but there was a certain resignation in his voice that implied things most people would rather not have implied about themselves.
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Post by Dead End on Jun 26, 2007 15:34:02 GMT -5
Cannonball rear-ends Dead End, sending the dark red Porsche zipping out of the mudhole like a watermelon seed out of a champion spitter's mouth. Thanks to the Stunticon's forcefields, none of the kinetic energy is wasted crushing his trunk; it all goes into propulsion.
Dead End hydroplanes across the swamp, sliding sideways as the worm obligingly follows. "At least I'm headed in the right direction..." he mutters.
"Ah, thank you Cannonball. I had things under control, but your assist allowed me to avoid shutting down my radar," Dead End says loudly over the noise. Hopefully the brash pirate would survive getting between Dead End and the worm, though Dead End considered it doubtful.
He takes control of his slide and turns toward Demolishor, leading the worm directly toward the missile tank. // I believe you're up next, Demolishor. If you miss, I shall have to do something stupid and probably suicidal. //
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Post by Demolishor on Jun 26, 2007 18:07:59 GMT -5
//I'm not a miner, how was I supposed to know? And sorry, you'll have to die some other time.//
Demolishor took his stance as targeting information popped up on his larger optic. He usually didn't need it because, let's face it, it didn't take that much skill to rain destruction upon Autobots who were actively running towards you. But this was going to take fin...finny...he needed to be careful.
He fired, managing to miss its intakes by a few feet.
"Slag!" Demolishor focused and fired again, this time scoring an almost perfect hit on the worm's 'mouth'. It was rather easy; at that point, the worm's jaws were facing directly towards him and only a few scant meters away.
If his missiles hadn't managed to slow it down, his face probably would.
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Post by Cannonball on Jun 26, 2007 20:44:28 GMT -5
The tackling left Cannonball nose-first in the muck, though being pushed down a bit more as the worm scraped over his vehicle locked mode, scraping up his paint and armor, including that really awesome skull. Cannonball wouldn't be too happy when he found out.
Once it passed over, the upper half of the cockpit area of his vehicular form rose up, on four legs, seemingly, dragging itself up to the top of the mire, feet deploying in front and back, and the four legs snapping together, making Cannonball's normal bi-pedal limbs, and the rest of the transformation follow suit. "Ye be right welcome, lad." he mutters, scraping off some mud.
//Someone 'urry up an' give that blighter 'ell, so we can get on with our lives, savvy?//
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Post by Hook on Jun 27, 2007 15:29:02 GMT -5
Hook watched long enough to see Demolishor's missile finally go down the mining worm's intakes, then dropped to the highway. It was time to seek out the supplies that had been upset and scattered by the mining worm's attack.
Most of them were lost, he was quite sure. Down the mining worm's gullets, if nothing else. However, he did have a job to do, and he couldn't do that job if he ran out of supplies.
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Post by Dead End on Jun 27, 2007 16:11:34 GMT -5
See Dead End drive straight toward Demolishor. See Demolishor's two missiles skim over the top of Dead End's roof. See Dead End swerve violently to miss Demolishor.
Swerve, Dead End, swerve!
Dead End swerves, loses traction again, and skids broadside on towards Demolishor. Fortunately, sliding sideways through a couple of feet of water dramatically reduces his speed--if he hits Demolishor, he should only knock the missile tank over, not send him flying in five different directions.
Demolishor's second missile goes straight down one of the mining worm's intakes and explodes with a dull 'crump!' The worm lurches abruptly and slides to a halt in the mud, smoke rising from the intakes. The mining robot settles in mud; the smoke abruptly changes to a cloud of steam as water pours into the lower intakes, then dissipates.
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Post by Demolishor on Jun 28, 2007 11:19:14 GMT -5
Yes! Demolishor was victorious and awesome and...well, about two seconds later he was also horizontal. Ow.
"I save you people and this is the thanks I get?" he muttered as he wiped mud off his face. The tank sat up and shook his head to jog any misplaced CPU bits back into place, and surveyed the damage he'd done. A perfect, perfect hit.
"Is it dead?" Demolishor asked as he stumbled to his feet again. "I mean, not really dead but kinda undead-dead?"
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Post by Cannonball on Jun 28, 2007 13:08:39 GMT -5
"It ain' movin', an' that be good enough fer me, lad" Cannonball answers, slogging through the muck to the immobile worm, giving it a good kick in the side.
"I s'pose we be strippin' it fer parts now, or wot?" he asks, somewhat rhetorically, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
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Post by Starscream on Jun 28, 2007 15:27:05 GMT -5
The roar of engines of an irritated F-15 could be heard. It's not long still before it could be seen overhead. And again not long before it transformed and landed in front of the deactivated mining device. It's Starscream, looking how he normally looks, save for the fact that he's got a scorch mark down one of his wings.
"Well... Good work, Hook." Starscream with restraint. He was obviously bothered that he wasted time and energon joining the others, but he also knew that it was not going to go down well if he took his irritation out on those who just battled the mining machine.
He casts his optics around for this strange 'Demolishor' person he'd heard so much about. He doesn't immediately notice anyone he's never met before except for someone stumbling upright from the ground. He decided to ignore that one for now.
"Damage report?"
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