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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 23, 2007 22:29:37 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron has no complaints about the rocket ride. He's an austere sort of fellow. As soon as the vehicle stops moving, he unstraps himself. He takes a moment to peer out the ramp door, after Bumblebee and that spry old Kup have exited.
He wonders where he can do the most good. Then, Emirate Xaaron looks back at Jazz. Perhaps the strange Autobot will need him yet, but he fears that it will not be for his faded skills in science. No, Emirate Xaaron worries that they will have need of him for last rites.
He paces to Jazz's side and offers in a soothing tone of voice, "I have no idea what happened on your Earth or what is yet to happen. Personally, things look pretty bad where I came from, too, but it’s going to get better, for both of us." Only because it cannot get worse. "Your friend Skyblast is out hunting down some replacement parts, and Bumblebee's going to fetch Perceptor, our best scientist, to help repair you. I don't know how much you can understand right now, but universes both parallel and divergent have collided here. We're not all from the same time, and we're really not all from the same place."
The Transformers of his home universe seem to respect Jazz. He deserves to know at least a little of what's going on here.
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Post by Hook on Jul 23, 2007 22:41:03 GMT -5
Hook sprints through the fields of solar collectors, metal ringing with each stride. He has no time to look to either side at the curious designs, no time to waste on glances over his shoulder- Not if he doesn't want to run into a wall, at least. Because one more look back at the Guardian robot will hold his attention until he does collide with a wall.
That just wouldn't do.
He ignores the unhealthy feeling that he's going to be burned down at any moment. Omega Supreme has not transformed. Omega Supreme's transformation sounds are unmistakable. Hook will know when Omega Supreme is getting ready to kill him.
He's had nine million years to try, and he hasn't gotten one of the Constructicons yet.
(Yes, but there were six of them then. Six to watch each other's backs.)
Omega Supreme's bellow over the general band rings in his head and blackens his vision. He stumbles, then scrambles forward all the faster.
He darts through the opening between the two wings of pale red metal, then jinks to the side so that they provide some sort of shield. Now where-?
The pyramid in the center. That first. Spires and Megatron, let this be what he seeks.
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Post by Holi on Jul 23, 2007 23:07:05 GMT -5
Holi is not long out after Omega Supreme's nearly deafening radio challenge, his pistol out of subspace and in hand just in case; he's still a little shaken after the ride along with Jazz (and the landing, and the bellowing) but they're here to help fellow Autobots. He has to pull it together!
So down the ramp he goes, radio dialled up tentatively, should Omega go yelling again. Kup is off to help Synapse and someone named Wedge. Long Haul will stay with Jazz. Bumblebee has gone to find Perceptor – Perceptor! Holi thrills privately – and Emirate Xaaron… actually, Holi has no idea what Xaaron will do. Should he stay with the elder? Go looking for Swerve, who hadn't sounded so good on the radio? Or– Wait. Was that…?
There, he sees it again. A splash of orange among the black. He zooms in; that's a robot huddling behind that rock! He looks scared! Not that Holi can blame much of anyone for being scared with the way Omega thunders on the radio. The sheer volume dizzies the Micromaster.
Despite how the sound of Omega's rage makes his knees go a little weak, the impulse to help someone in need kicks in and the pistol returns to subspace as Holi transforms. Off he goes, sirens blaring.
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Post by Wheelie on Jul 23, 2007 23:17:31 GMT -5
Wheelie, frankly, is about as scared as a foolhardy, reckless young mechanoid can be. The large Transformer that is Omega Supreme is especially terrifying.
More terrifying, however, is the possibility that he may have made a poor choice somewhere. One of his basic philosophies was that he never started a fight. He would finish one, certainly, but he never set out to hurt anyone else. And what had Starscream and the others done...?
He sees the little police car and instinctively, a hand retrieves his slingshot, but he doesn't load it yet.
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Post by Shortround on Jul 24, 2007 2:15:27 GMT -5
Omega Supreme is hard to miss, especially for Decepticons who have made a life of avoiding trouble.
//Dear Primus... Can we turn those defences on him? Please say yes!//. Regardless of whether or not the killer flowers can be used, Shortround had a plan, one inspired by Starscream's latest comment. His leg turbines kick into action as he hovers up from the ground. It's by no means fast, but it does allow him to fly. Then he turns to face the giant ship.
"Slag this!" Shortround yells, firing off his twin missiles towards Omega. The force of it is enough to send the small supply transport backwards, but he is aware the force might be harmful to those larger than him... Or not. Shortround has dangerous weaponry, coupled with bad aim.
His missiles wasted, Shortround lowers himself to the ground again, in the desperate hope that he wasn't seen. He does have his plasma rifle, but most anyone could sneak up on him. Stealth is not Shortround's forte.
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Post by Fleetwind on Jul 24, 2007 7:21:23 GMT -5
Fleetwind, well behaved, obedient little Seeker that he is, is in the process of transforming-tumbling-reversing-transforming for another run against the plants when something happens.
Omega Supreme arrives, and all hell breaks loose.
The reactions over broadband are enough to get even him worked up. See? See? He had tried to tell them, had tried to make them understand. But words alone just don't do that monster justice.
As a flight capable unit without an opponent (the now passive flowers don't count, do they?) it's now Fleetwind's duty to fly at that thing. And he does, coming in high for an approach. His target is simple: he's going after the rocket portion. Not only is it the most immobile target, it's not the bit with the big fragging gun. Perfectly logical!
The pastel pyramid flies in closer than he ever wanted to be to the Guardian (especially for the second time in such a short period), firing and repeating his "still better than Unicron" mantra to himself. He pulls up before he can impact, however, and prepares to make another run, watching carefully for the dreaded transformation while he does.
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Post by Needlenose on Jul 24, 2007 8:35:32 GMT -5
Needlenose is sprinting towards Omega Supreme. "Oh god, oh god, oh god..." he thinks. Sure, the Omega Supreme on the radio didn't sound like his Omega Supreme, but that thought provided amazingly little comfort. The only comfort he could gain from that little display went along the lines of, "Wow, am I glad I'm not Hook!" There was at least one jet buzzing about the monster and... wait a minute? Is that Dead End flying? Dead End can fly and he can't? No fair! No slagging fair at all! Disgusting, is what that was. As Needlenose ran, he kept out for something, anything, that can be used as cover. A few outcroppings... hell, there's all those rocks and dirt thrown up by Omega's own landing. Perfect! The gray and lavender should-be jet dives behind the ledge of the deep gouge in the earth, slamming Zigzag and Sunbeam together as he does. "Dammit, Zigzag, he's as big as a blasted mountain! You'd better not fragging miss!" he threatens as he raises his weapon, sights it as best he can, and fires. [glow=red,2,300]BOOM!!![/glow] Even if Needlenose doesn't hit, he should at least rock those inside Omega pretty darned well. And maybe give those Autobots from his own time something to consider.
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Post by Omega Supreme on Jul 24, 2007 8:40:36 GMT -5
Pandemonium breaks out when the titan settles down to rest. Omega Supreme is used to it. Let the Autobots rally at his coming and let the Decepticons be disheartened. Let slip Phobos and Deimos from their orbits even as his tank orbits his track.
Kup and Bumblebee are out of him, like prize racehorses out from the gate. Long Haul and Xaaron remain inside him, at Jazz's side. Then Holi, too, is out, seeking after a little orange fellow.
...little orange fellow? Someone mentioned Wheelie on channel, an enemy, he thinks, but the pieces of the puzzle fall out of his grasp. Omega Supreme isn't a good thinker on the best of days, but with his mind clouded by hate an anger, he's worse than usual.
His body cries out to transform and tear the place apart until there is nothing left but him and Hook, and he can end it, but he clings to what is left of his conscience by a thread. Long Haul, precious Long Haul, Jazz, Emirate Xaaron, and the dragonet are inside him. He cannot transform.
Omega Supreme isn't a sitting duck, though. He's a sitting defence base. The light from his cannon lances out and detonates one of Shortround's missiles before it can hit home. The other does impact, but it does little more than char the Guardian's outer coat of paint1, an Omega Supreme wonders if he should have bothered shooting down the other missile. Fleetwind's valiant-seeming run honestly does nothing.
Omega Supreme doesn't even notice the bit of grey creeping through the rocks. He's too busy trying to figure out where Shortround went.
The shot does connect. Omega Supreme isn't built like a civilian mining town. He has the armour of a military grade spacer, thick and strong, designed to conduct heat away and to deflect minor asteroid impacts. The blast still sinks into his armour, skeletonising sections of his track and making a molten mess at the site of the impact, which would be midway down his arm, if he was in robot mode.
Omega Supreme howls his agony, and he shakes inside, doubtless sending anything unsecured flying. Red lights flash, and the alarm klaxons blare. In pain, like he'd just ran into a solar flare, he orders his passengers, "Out."
He must transform, or he and his delicate cargo is doomed. In the interim, the tank component, still functional despite lacking on track, unleashes a barrage of laser fire in the general direction that the shot came. He may not hit his assailant, but it'll tear up the terrain and give the shooter second thoughts about firing back.
1 From his TFU, His armored form is virtually impervious to all non-nuclear explosives and energy-beam weapons.
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Post by Dead End on Jul 24, 2007 10:31:07 GMT -5
Dead End goes skimming over the edge of the mesa, transforms, touches down, and races to the power plant in the center. He was on the north side of the mesa; Omega Supreme is somewhere to the south. The fastest way there is driving in a straight line--Dead End drives faster than he flies.
So the power plant, Hook and Starfighter just happen to be on the way. At least, Starfighter's wreckage was probably around here. Dead End had caught Starfighter's fall on radar, and the jet had not made an appearance or radio call since he fell into the powerplant. That did not bode well for the nervous blue jet.
Dead End is a Stunticon. Stunticons do not abandon team members. Where is Starfighter? As for Hook's problem...
Private to Hook: // Hook, what are Omega's weak points? Where are his access panels and openings in various modes? If you have a schematic you can dump me, that might be helpful. //
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Post by Starfighter on Jul 24, 2007 12:02:47 GMT -5
Starfighter manages to finally transform and flop chestfirst onto the ground, his laser core feeling like a nuclear reactor that's just gone critical. Not good.
The seeker's caught in a bit of a vicious circle. If he doesn't get up, eventually the Decepticons will find him and are definitely going to execute or otherwise mangle him for desertion. If he does get up and manage to get his aft into the air again, there's a good chance he'll get shot down or crushed by an Autobot. And either way, he's dead, and that does nothing to help him calm down.
But, the tetrajet muses as he sucks about half the territory's atmospher through his aching vents, at least if he does something and gets slagged he'll have gone down a proper Decepticon and not a coward dismembered for spare parts. ...well, he might be, but at least he'd be dismembered with some respect. No one could blame him for getting slagged by Omega Supreme, could they? Of course not. Die with honor and all that other stuff that everyone says but doesn't actually care about.
"Air," Starfighter grunts to himself. "Now."
And even as he continue to choke and wheeze, he manages to get his thrusters working again. When he can talk without seizing up, he contacts the other Decepticons just in case someone saw him go down and assumed he was running away or good as offline.
//Sorry. Got hit by a--*moment of static*--stray blast from the defenses. Be up in a few seconds.// Y'know, if anyone cares.
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Post by Perceptor on Jul 24, 2007 12:36:39 GMT -5
Not for the first time, Perceptor curses the immobility and unwieldiness of his alternate mode. Something swift and agile like Wheeljack's Lancia racer would have been much appreciated right now, in navigating the chaos that this battlefield has become.
Omega Supreme's pronouncement hits Perceptor like a hammerblow to his chest, almost throwing him to his knees in his headlong flight. Foolish! Distracted, forgetful, and foolish! His dash is filled with many more choice curses at his own stupidity for having forgotten not to name Hook over the open airwaves - best to get it out of his system now, before he needs every bit of his concentration for repairing Jazz.
If. No. There is no if. He will not accept "if". He'd failed once; he will not fail again. Even if he has to scavenge from his own systems. He just prays that Slingshot and this Skyblast arrive soon with... with the additional parts he may - will most assuredly - need.
Despite the stupidity of his most recent gaffe, he isn't a total fool. He knows what parts the Aerialbot has been sent to retrieve. He does not look forward to casting his optics on that shattered corpse again, but, perhaps it is fitting that he make his reparations for one failure with the leavings from his most notable failure.
Bumblebee probably could have traveled from the top of the mesa, to Omega Supreme, and back to the mesa again at least once, by now, Perceptor ponders sourly. The massive Guardian howls with pain and wrath ahead of him as a frighteningly potent blast rocks base, mechs, terrain and all. Perceptor tumbles up the ramp and through the doorway just in time to hear Omega Supreme's terse order.
Jazz... is worse than the low resolution images Xaaron had transmitted had indicated. It's much as Perceptor had imagined while briefly examining those images - no one can supply images of sufficient resolution to please the scientist, and he's long since come to grips with that fact. The middle of a pitched battle is really no place to attempt such involved ind intricate repairs... however someone out there has a weapon sufficient to inflict serious and egregious harm on the Guardian. The Guardian whose massive form makes quite the tempting target.
Hot Rod might have been proud of the bit of almost showy maneuvering Perceptor manages as he slides to a halt beside Long Haul, Xaaron, and the two halves of Jazz.
"Greetings, Jazz. I am Perceptor. Long Haul, I am afraid that we must briefly prevail upon your transport capabilities; Omega Supreme requires maneuverability, and immediately outside is not an ideal place to attempt repairs of this magnitude."
That there is no "ideal place to attempt repairs of this magnitude" short of a fully stocked and isolated medical bay, Perceptor does not add, it goes without saying.
"I would prefer to put some small bit of distance between Jazz and the rest of the battle, and cover, even if it is nothing more than a screening of scrub brush, would be appreciated. You can move much more quickly than I can."
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Post by Long Haul on Jul 24, 2007 14:57:17 GMT -5
It's all Long Haul can do to not clench his fist tight when Perceptor names Hook over the radio. Considering Jazz's hand is in his, that wouldn't do at all. And then Omega Supreme cries out for Hook's termination. "No!" he croaks out in fearful protest, but he has little time to react when Omega Supreme is rocked by a terrible blast. The transport is forced to shield Jazz with his own body as the paint cans, left there by Holi, go bouncing around the cabin. One clangs loudly into the metal housing that's behind his head, but he ignores it.
He straightens as Perceptor arrives, drops Jazz's hand, finally does clench his fist, and this time it's all he can do not to deck Perceptor. Considering Perceptor's needed to fix Jazz, however, all he does is snarl out, "STOP LEAKIN' DOING THAT!!"
Then Long Haul transforms. "Get him loaded. And someone get the dragon. Please." It takes only moments for Perceptor and Emirate Xaaron to move Jazz into the back of Long Haul's bed, and the Constructibot rolls down the ramp and out into the chaos.
OOC: This is my post-out for this thread. Myself, Xaaron, Perceptor, and Jazz will be moving over to the "Station Battle: Jazz's Repairs" thread.
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Post by Hook on Jul 24, 2007 20:17:21 GMT -5
Private to Hook: // Hook, what are Omega's weak points? Where are his access panels and openings in various modes? If you have a schematic you can dump me, that might be helpful. //
Private to Dead End: //You are aware that would clog up your inputs for hours, aren't you? Fortunately, I can give you a short answer: No. The only weaknesses you will find are in his speed and intelligence.// A pause. //They are lacking,// Hook says with just a touch of malice.
Hook approaches the pyramid and runs his hands along its surface. Grey metal, but it's hot and not just with sun-heat. His fingers bend as he encounters an edge, folding over to grasp the pyramid firmly. The soft vibration of energy sends a thrill through him.
He pulls away and draws his energy sword, igniting it in a bare thought. Slash! Slash! Slash! Three precise cuts appear in the grey metal, then Hook reaches over with his other hand and yanks the wall outward. It bends reluctantly, requiring more of his strength than any other building has yet on this planet.
Hot, bakingly hot, air blows in his face as the wall is torn away, and the pyramid is opened to the atmosphere for the first time in over a year.
Within, four conglomerates of silvery metal cover the floor of the pyramid. Vast, glowing tubes arch up, some reconnecting with a conglomerate at a higher point and some connecting with the side of the pyramid.
Kneeling, Hook withdraws his toolbox from subspace and takes out the parts of the Cubilator. This is the fourth time he has assembled it since he arrived here, and that is four times more than he has ever assembled it before. It comes together quickly.
His toolkit is banished to subspace once again, and the Constructicon attaches the Cubilator's intakes to one of the conglomerates.
Immediately, a cube pops out practically in his lap, fully filled. Then another. And another.
Hook chuckles. "We win."
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Post by Dead End on Jul 24, 2007 21:16:02 GMT -5
"Oh, there you are," Dead End says to Starfighter as he drives up, and brakes to a screeching halt. "Are you damaged much? Can you transform? Can you fly even if you can't transform? I need to know if I'm going to have to come back for a pick-up later."
Then he spots Hook. "Hook, pack my trunk with cubes just in case we have to, er, stage a tactical withdrawal before you can arrange transport. This battle doesn't have to be a completely pointless waste of lifespan."
More private to Hook: // Somehow I doubt that the giant rocket has no boarding hatches, or that the defense base has no doors for operators. Am I really going to have to reconnoitre that myself? //
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Post by Starfighter on Jul 24, 2007 22:26:09 GMT -5
A soft hacking noise came from Starfighter's intakes as he pushed himself up onto hands and knees. Did it have to be Dead End? He wasn't quite sure he could put one over on him, as opposed to say...Demolishor. Now there was a real moron.
"I'mfinereally," he said in a Blurr-like rush, managing to stagger to his feet and lean against the wall. "Just got unlucky. What's going on out there?"
Starfighter ran a quick system diagnostic, making sure his weapons and flight systems were in proper order. They were; he hadn't damaged anything critical during the fall. As soon as he got his knees back he'd be good to go.
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