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Post by Demolishor on Sept 7, 2007 19:33:55 GMT -5
Oh slag another odd thing yelling at him--wait, this guy is tiny. What the heck. Tiny people now think they can push him around?
Demolishor's arm snaps out again, not that aiming his powerful fingers at people seems to do anything to people around here. No one respects his authority.
"You're the one crashing down out of nowhere, I think I'll be asking you that!" There, that was nice and forceful, wasn't it? People have to start taking him seriously sometime.
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Post by Shrapnel on Sept 7, 2007 22:14:19 GMT -5
"Nope, nope!" Shrapnel calls back over his shoulder at Blackarachnia.
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Fleetwind
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The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
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Post by Fleetwind on Sept 7, 2007 22:20:11 GMT -5
Is that a drawn weapon? Oh, dear. That's a drawn weapon. That would be Fleetwind's signal to cut out, so he doesn't have to be a 'witness' to anything inconvienent. The Seeker flies higher, and more over the rest of the camp.
Maybe he can go on a mapping mission or such.
OOC: Okay. Now I am officially out of the thread.
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Sept 8, 2007 1:42:40 GMT -5
"Just as well I only transform into a spider and I'm really a Predacon, then!" Blackarachnia snapped.
She was going to let Shrapnel scurry away anyway and taddle to Starscream later, but given that the big, dumb, belligerent guy seems to be doing something kinda threatening, she has adequate cover-story for letting him leave to Starscream as well. "Oh, both of you take a moment to turn up your system cooling fans before you burst a capacitor or something!" She snaps.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Sept 8, 2007 12:15:07 GMT -5
“Sorry, Lumpy, I just won’t be having that tonight,” Jetstorm darts up and attempts to push Demolisher’s wrist down, almost cheesily smiling. He floats back, snaps three times in Z-formation, and then shakes his head. “Too sexy to get shot by a comrade, I assume. You do carry the Decepticon symbol,” he points out the obvious. “And oh. The spider carries a Predacon symbol. How disgusting. Probably squishy inside too.”
He glances over as Fleetwind flies away and then sighs, shrugging. “What can one do when ones own comrades refuse to associate with him? And I was only being friendly. My name’s Jetstorm. Get it through your thick head Lumpy,” he chuckles to himself, and then starts his own aside, COMPLETELY forgetting there are people around.
“These bots... They are the bottom of the barrel, it seems. They are making a gamble and they are not getting the best. Please, whoever is watching over these Cons, a omnipotent force that you may be, please send me some levelheaded, intelligent beings like those of Dead End, Spinster, or Thundercracker of earlier. These beings, though larger and from a different world than I, brought tidings of intelligence that made me gladdened in new ways.”
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Post by Demolishor on Sept 8, 2007 19:43:56 GMT -5
Why does no one respect his authority? He has the big guns, people are supposed to fear the big guns, especially when they have very small guns.
"Now listen, shortie, don't get smart with me. I could crush you like a little Mini-Con right now and nobody'd care about it, so you just shut up and do as you're told."
He takes a step forward, scowling fiercely. "And the name's Demolishor. Not Lumpy. Now let's hear a little respect or I'll be having your spark for lunch."
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Starscream
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"Sometimes I can almost feel it!"
strangely enough, male.
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Post by Starscream on Sept 8, 2007 20:22:31 GMT -5
Following Hook's instructions, Starscream flew to the gathering. Indeed, there was that accursed stag beetle. As well as some strange blue.. thing. Huh. "Shrapnel!" Starscream said loudly as he settled himself immediately in front of the Insecticon. Starscream is talking in his typical so-pleasant-that-it's-perhaps-a-little-TOO-pleasant voice. "I am SO glad that you have found the rest of us!"
OOC: This is just a post to intercept Shrapnel before he leaves. Next round, Starscream will be posing before Blackarachnia.
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Post by Shrapnel on Sept 9, 2007 19:00:19 GMT -5
Shrapnel stops and lifts his head towards Starscream, incidentally pointing his antlers directly at the Seeker's chest. "It wasn't hard, hard."
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Post by Hook on Sept 9, 2007 21:04:51 GMT -5
Hook stalks down the street from the direction of his sandbox, glowering at the general universe. He has work to be doing, important work! Honestly, how did Starscream expect anything to get done around here if he kept alternately sending people to harrass Hook or dragging the Constructicon away from his job?!
It was as if Starscream wanted Omega Supreme to descend on their heads and tear Hook to pieces.
Oh, look, a gathering of morons stretching from the road ahead of him to the barracks. Lovely.
He comes up behind Starscream and glares at the people in front of him on general principles.
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Sept 9, 2007 21:24:11 GMT -5
Dead End rolls along behind Hook, though he's a bit concerned... was that shooting he'd heard in the distance? All this buildings cluttered his radar picture. Oh well. At least Omega Supreme hadn't dropped in just yet. Perhaps it was just Kup and the Aerialbots.
Oh, look! More of the dead come back to life. Perhaps this world was some sort of afterlife, then. If so, why were they still fighting each other? Did that make this some sort of Hell, or a Valhalla?
Dead End transformed. "Demolishor--I see you found the odd blue mini-jet. He's a bit peculiar and random. Shrapnel! I haven't seen you in a long time."
He looks around a bit more. "Another miniature! Are those limbs or guns?" he asks Blackarachnia. "Did the shooting I heard come from here? And where is Fleetwind flying off to?" Dead End wonders as he runs a quick radar scan.
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Thundercracker
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Maybe they should just move my berth to repair bay and have done with it...
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Post by Thundercracker on Sept 9, 2007 21:37:50 GMT -5
Thundercracker skids to a halt and gapes at the scene before him -- Shrapnel, Jetstorm, Dead End, Hook, Starscream, a hulking mech that looks to have a tank alt mode, and what appears to be an upgraded breed of Insecticon. He takes one look at the assemblage and unexpectedly blurts the first thing that comes to mind.
"What's all this? Has the circus come to town?"
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Sept 10, 2007 14:50:25 GMT -5
"Squishy inside?" Blackarachnia snapped at Jetstorm. "What kind of backwater excuse for Predacons do you have on your world?" Obviously it's not the same world that she's from. His timestamp is way too close to hers, and the Predacons can't have all been killed off by then--surely? "If you want to delude yourself into thinking that, buster, then go ahead, but turn the vocalizer off unless you're intent on proving it."
Blackarachnia then peered at the loud-mouthed arrival with the toffee-nosed voice. "They're both." she said in a manner indicating she's not terribly thrilled at being a 'miniature', despite how accurate the term might be.
She was beginning to share Thundercracker's thoughts, that this was a circus, and she was just another sideshow performance. However, she was going to stick around and see what might happen with Shrapnel. She waited for a moment when it seemed like nobody was paying attention to her before sidling her way over to Hook.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Sept 10, 2007 15:21:45 GMT -5
“You’ll have to catch me first, and I’m sure somebody as lumpy as you absolutely abhors flying,” Jetstorm stated, before glancing over, noticing the new arrivals. Ah the ones he just pleaded for. But no, he couldn’t associate with them yet, the squishy bug wanted to bother him.
This just wouldn’t do.
“We don’t have Predacons, they’re all destroyed. Instead there are the glorious all mechanized Vehicon armies, lead by Lord Megatron,” Jetstorm said as he floated down and shoved his face right up in hers. “And we have the pathetically annoying Maximal scum, one of which is named Blackarachnia, a horrid spider that can’t seem to take NO for an answer. You’re acting too much the same, you must be derived from the same backwash program,” he let out a low, nearing-insane chuckle as he snapped his head back, snubbing her. "Unless you'd rather waste my time further, I have no need to continue talking with you."
He looked up and over at Thundercracker and took solace in the fact that another jet was close by, who was also the lovely color of royal blue and floated over in his direction, and pointed at his shoulder in a silent way of saying, “I want to sit there,” no pleases involved.
“It’s good to see a familiar face,” he did manage to say, despite his silent demand.
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Post by Demolishor on Sept 10, 2007 16:51:21 GMT -5
It's getting a bit crowded over here, and Demolishor's feeling just a touch sulky that his prize is getting noticed and poked at by half the current Decepticon army. He keeps an optic on Hook, because the techy didn't look too busy and Demolishor wants to snag him as soon as possible. He has Important News that meant he was Special.
"Hey, me and my partner can fly with the best of them!" And by fly he means 'hang on to Cyclonus' underside' and by 'the best' he means 'avoiding whimpering most of the time because it's a good day for Cyclonus when he doesn't run into a cliff wall'.
The tank turns to Dead End. "Can I shoot him? Please? He's no good for powerlinking and a guy that tiny isn't good for much else. And he's getting under my armor."
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Post by Shrapnel on Sept 10, 2007 21:09:29 GMT -5
Look at all the people coming to back Screamer up. And there are still more waiting in the wings somewhere. Time for a big Decepticon bug-hunt, is it?
Not if Shrapnel has any say on the matter.
Purple beams blast from the projectors at the end of Shrapnel's antlers, aimed directly at Starscream's chest. Whether they hit or not, the Insecticon is already transforming and bringing up his grenade-launcher by the time anyone has a chance to respond to the sudden attack.
"Reap the whirlwind, whirlwind!"
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