Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Aug 26, 2007 23:12:17 GMT -5
If there had ever been a recorded scream of horror in any archive, it would have been destroyed and replaced with the one being screeched deep within the mines on this almost-deserted planet. Something had waken up, and finally was aware enough to realize just where he was.
“AHHHH— IT IS DARK, IT IS SCARY, IT IS ENCLOSED, THERE IS NO SKY, THERE IS NO WIND, I AM DEAD AND THIS IS PRIMUS’ IDEA OF A CRUEL JOKE. AHHHH!!!!” A very loud, very terrified voice screamed as its owner darted up and down the empty mine shafts. The figure stopped, seeing his own glowing red eyes reflected in a piece of metal and screeched again, barely recognizing himself. All noise stopped, as he listened to the echo before stopping and raising a clawed hand to his forehead to attempt to collect himself.
“I was somewhere... And I woke up. I got off the ground, because the ground is horribly disgusting, and there was dark. I can barely see my own wonderful body, and above all things, I AM TRAPPED OH SLAG I AM GOING TO DIE DOWN HERE. I CANNOT DIE I AM TOO SEXY TO DIE!” His wonderfully calm voice was returned to its maniacal scream as he blasted through the tunnels in a frantic attempt to free himself of the dark, terrifying prison that he had gotten himself into (though how, he hadn’t quite figured out yet).
In his complete fear, he forgot to note that he was quite low on fuel. This proved to be quite annoying as he found himself within optic-range of the entrance but suddenly dropped down to the ground with a fantastic skid and landed almost an arm’s width away from the entrance. Glaring red eyes narrowed as their owner saw his own blue-armored arm sitting in front of him, just out into the light of the outside.
“Today...” Jetstorm said as he stared angrily at his hand, as if it was his hand’s fault. “TODAY SUCKS!!” He screamed at the top of his vocals, while the reverb at the opening of the mines made him let out another yell of annoyance.
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Thundercracker
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Post by Thundercracker on Aug 27, 2007 9:12:27 GMT -5
Thundercracker groans and raises a hand to rub at his optics. "G'way, 'Warp," he grumbles, wondering what the slag the black Seeker is doing in his quarters and why he's making such a racket. How's a mech supposed to recharge...
He onlines his optics experimentally... and wishes he hadn't. Instead of the ceiling of his quarters, he sees rock festooned with cables and lights, all apparently dead.
Abruptly he sits up and onlines his optics. The action only serves to further disorient himself. This isn't the Decepticon base! It appears to be some sort of cavern... but an artificially created one, with metal struts bracing up the walls and ceiling and a set of tracks, polished mirror-smooth from wear, snaking out of sight in either direction. A cold damp wind slithers past, carrying a stench that makes his olfactory sensors balk in protest. And somewhere in the distance someone -- or something -- is howling hysterically, though it doesn't sound like any mech, Autobot or Decepticon, he's familiar with.
"Skywarp?" he calls out, climbing to his feet. He's somewhat thankful that at least someone designed this shaft with a Cybertronian in mind. That does beg the question, though -- where is he? "Skywarp, if this is another of your sick pranks, you're in BIG trouble!"
No answer save the eerie moan of the wind... and a frantic wail from whatever is making that infernal racket.
"Thundercracker to Decepticons," he tries over his radio. "Where the slag am I? And Skywarp, if you're responsible for this, I'm going to rip your wings off!"
OOC: Dang, it's hard getting used to writing in present tense...
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Aug 27, 2007 10:47:35 GMT -5
After Thundercracker's angry hail on the radio, Dead End decides to check the Mines out of morbid interest. Had a live Thundercracker turned up on the heels of the dead one, or was Thundercracker's ghost in a pissy mood? He couldn't quite remember if anyone mentioned Starscream using radio when he was a ghost.
He's barely gotten to the mine entrance when he spots a fallen dark blue form which definitely does not resemble the Thundercracker he knows and recently dismembered.
"Thundercracker?" he asks the collapsed Jetstorm.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Aug 27, 2007 11:07:57 GMT -5
“No,” Jetstorm says simply as he flops his head down and flicks at a rock that lies near his hand. “I am not this ‘Thundercracker’ you speak of. Just leave me... Oh hello,” Finally it clicks that Dead End is not a figment of his crazed psyche gone wrong and he raises his head back up to look at the Stunticon. “I didn’t expect to see life around here, back in that cesspool of darkness there was nothing but echoes!”
He pushes himself up into a semi-sitting position, balancing on one arm, which is hard enough considering his body shape. “I am Jetstorm, Vehicon General and... Very lost,” he announces. His optics scan Dead End’s shape and he looks puzzled for a long moment. “Who’re you?” He asks, leaning back a bit. Dead End was big. Very big.
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Post by Spinister on Aug 27, 2007 20:23:53 GMT -5
Some time after Dead End arrives, Spinister appears some distance behind him, a flamethrower in his hand because his rifle is busy trying to find a map. He asks Dead End softly, head titled to one side, "Situation?"
Looking down at the little blue jet-thing on the ground, Spinister cannot help but wonder, "Some sort of Micromaster, maybe?" It doesn't look like anyone he knows, but these days, they're pumping them out like it's nobody's business. The styling looks a bit funny. Needlenose could tell him more, he's sure. Maybe this thing's just from yet another universe.
He stays aware and vigilant. Nasty things can come in little packages, and there is an unaccounted for Thundercracker on the radio.
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Thundercracker
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Post by Thundercracker on Aug 27, 2007 20:45:08 GMT -5
Thundercracker is silent a moment, his CPU sorting out the various replies his radio message has gathered. Dead End, Starscream, and several unfamiliar voices. He opts to answer questions in the order they arrived.
"The Thundercracker you know? I don't know of any other Thundercracker, and I'm sure I don't know you. I definitley don't have a gun for an arm. Who are you?
"Needlenose, you'd be surprised what Skywarp can accomplish if he puts his processor to it. I'm in some sort of mine shaft, approximately..." He checks his GPS, only to find it completely inoperable. "No idea where. Are you a new recruit? I've never heard your name before. And what do you mean about my arm and wing?" That last confuses him -- he's all in one piece as far as he can see.
"Dead End, I'm in the mines. I have no idea what you mean by Black Desert or plains. Where the slag are you?"
To Starscream he gives a date that, unbeknownst to him, is approximately five years before the attack on Autobot City. "Is Megatron with you? I'd appreciate an explanation."
While waiting for a reply, he decides there's no harm in keeping moving. The screams seem to have died down, but muffled chatter drifts down the tunnel, and he presses toward it, hoping whoever he encounters can help him out of this predicament.
Rounding a bend, he comes upon Dead End and two unfamiliar mechs -- one who appears to have the alt mode of a helicopter, only hideously colored, and a small blue... thing. Feeling a twinge of relief at seeing a familiar mech at last, he raises a hand and hails the Stunticon.
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Aug 27, 2007 21:25:39 GMT -5
Dead End looks down at the little mech with the rather odd shape--all points and blades. How does he move?
"I'm Dead End. What is a Vehicon? Are you allied with the Decepticons, Predacons, Autobots, or some other group I've never heard of? Oh, and are you injured? You seem to have trouble moving."
"Spinister, what you see is what I know. This isn't a Thundercracker. He calls himself a 'Vehicon', and his name is Jetstorm. Perhaps he's one of Blackarachnia's people."
At the sound of approaching feet, Dead End unholsters his concussion rifle from subspace and holds it down at his side. He tilts his head slightly at the sight of the familiar light blue Seeker looming out of the darkness. He's rather more solid looking than the ghost of Starscream did, and Dead End is picking up a radar image of this guy. A bit substantial for a ghost.
Dead End hides his disappointment and nods at Thundercracker. "Hello, Thundercracker! You're looking healthier than anyone would expect around here." He can't resist a soft chuckle.
"Oh well, since you're both here, I'll give the quick explanation: you're not where you were last, or when you were last--like the rest of us, you've been pulled into some alternate reality and dropped on a deserted planet. If this place has any relationship to where or when any of us came from, said relationship has evaded discovery, though I can't say anyone's been trying very hard to figure it out. Fuel and shelter and shooting back at pesky Autobots has had priority."
"Starscream is in charge, since no one's Megatron has turned up yet, and if we don't let Starscream be in charge, you know what he's like. Hook is Number Two. You look and sound like the Thundercracker I know, but so did the other guy--well, he was much quieter. Apparently, my time and reality isn't the only reality Transformers are coming from--there are Decepticons here in the oddest shapes, and who remember very different events and a different Megatron. Some call themselves Predacons, but so far, we all have one thing in common: a powerful warlord named Megatron is, or was, our leader, back where we came from."
"Oh, and there's Autobots somewhere on the planet, too."
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Aug 27, 2007 21:40:56 GMT -5
The two small horns on Jetstorm’s head fall just a bit as he hears the name ‘Blackarachnia.’ He points one finger up at Dead End as he speaks. “Do NOT associate me with that Maximal SCUM!!” He leans his head on his hand as he resumes his moping position on the ground, watching as the others come up. Slag they were BIG. Big enough that if they mis-stepped, he’d be a nice little squish on the dirt.
But, being smart enough to know how to get himself not-killed, he listened to Dead End’s explanation of what was going on in order to get a hold of the situation. No more Maximals, no more stupid slagging orders... Things were starting to look pretty good for the Vehicon. “Ok, catch this,” Jetstorm said as he waves his hands around again to get attention. “I know A Megatron, but I don’t know any Starscream, or none o’ thems like you’re talkin. So I guess none of my comrades are hangin out here. Fine with me. Fine with me too, that there are none of them slaggin-Maximals around here. Fine. I’m fine. In more than one way, but anyway. Will one of you PLEASE pick me up off the ground, I can’t fly until I get fuel and I DO NOT WANT TO BE A PILE OF SCRAP ON THE GROUND!!”
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Post by Spinister on Aug 27, 2007 21:53:11 GMT -5
Spinister watches as a Thundercracker appears out of the darkness of the mine. He doesn't look like he's being overtly threatening. Hopefully, this solves the issue of the Thundercracker on the radio. It would be quite awkward if they had two live Thundercrackers. Would they duel over the name, the way Divebomb and Swoop did the name Divebomb? He nods to Thundercracker by way of greeting but doesn't let his hands leave his flamethrower.
He is quite content to let Dead End give Thundercracker a run-down of the situation. Spinister tilts his head again at Jetstorm's obvious negative reaction to the mention of 'Blackarachnia'. He lets Jetstorm finish himself before asking, "What's a Maximal? Blackarachnia is one of these things, I take it?"
After a moment of consideration, he steps around to the side of Dead End, shifts his hold in Singe to a one-handed grip, drops down into a crouch, and attempts to gently pick up Jetstorm with his newly freed hand. He hasn't discounted the possibility that Jetstorm is a threat, but while Spinister isn't very strong, he's still fairly certain he could crush Jetstorm if it came to that. Sometimes, he can catch more flies with honey, and the sooner Jetstorm stops panicking, the better. He hushes, like wind sighing through an empty ruin, "Shh. Calm down, then answer us."
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Thundercracker
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Post by Thundercracker on Aug 27, 2007 22:06:27 GMT -5
Thundercracker's optics flicker offline for a second as he processes that information. Yanked from his reality and dumped on a ghost world? And another Thundercracker here before him? His CPU reels, trying to comprehend how such a thing could be possible.
"Starscream," he mutters, kicking at the ground. So the Air Commander had finally gotten his wish and become leader of the Decepticons. Heh, too bad he had to be dropped onto a dead planet for that grandoise wish to come true.
"That's got to be the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard," Thundercracker says at last, "but you were never the type to make up such bizarre tales, Dead End, so it has to be true." He gives a fatalistic chuckle. "Afraid I don't have any ideas as to what's causing all this, other than that, if Starscream's leader of the Decepticons, maybe this is hell."
He looks at the helicoptor mech and the thing in his arms. "And who are you two?"
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Aug 27, 2007 22:23:24 GMT -5
Dead End looks curiously at Jetstorm in Spinister's hands for a moment. "You can't walk? Also, the Blackarachnia we have identifies herself as a Predacon."
"Ah, Thundercracker, I must respectfully disagree with you. Here, I have Hook for an immediate superior, instead of Motormaster, and Starscream gives me orders, instead of Motormaster. Now if only my other brothers would show up..." Dead End sighs exaggeratedly.
"Also, you're from a few years in my past, even if you are from a similar reality. Starscream got better later on... though this Starscream is from back around your time, I think."
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Aug 27, 2007 22:34:42 GMT -5
As hateful and evil as Jetstorm was, he just couldn’t help but be grateful to Spinster for getting him off the ground. “Thank you, thank you very much,” he says in a way mocking a certain musical king. He was known to pick up odd transmissions here and there... Being up off the ground did, however, calm him enough to think straight enough.
“No, I can’t walk, I was designed to fly,” Jetstorm said as he pointed down at his tapering fin of a lower half and then mocked a flying creature with his clawed hands. It was a lot easier to just answer questions than put up a fight and get squished. Especially since he was sitting in the hand of something with a very large gun. He continued the theme of answering questions instead of being a bother, “See, yea, Megs talked about Predacons once. Said they were somethin’ decent. I can’t say no to the bosses’ orders so I guess that one’s fine... But if she tries to hit on me one more time, I swear to Primus, I’m gonna...” he muttered the last things to himself, not particularly thrilled with the past interactions that he had with his universes’ version of the spider-bot. If one looked carefully, one could even say he was pouting about it like a spoiled child!
He looked back up to Dead End, sighing as his thoughts came to a grinding halt, "Do I have to ally myself with you to get fuel?" He queried. "It's not a bad thing to do, but I rather like being a 'Vehicon' rather than a 'Decepticon.' Deception just ain't my thing."
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Post by Spinister on Aug 27, 2007 22:45:43 GMT -5
Jetstorm appears to be behaving himself so Spinister takes the liberty of attempting to settle Jetstorm on one of his shoulders as he might one of his Nebulans. Perhaps Jetstorm would like to be at optic level with the rest of them.
He looks to Thundercracker and introduces, "I am Spinister. My flamethrower is Singe, and this little jet is Jetstorm." So this is not his Thundercracker. It's not like Spinister ever had much to do with the fellow, anyway.
Spinister cranes his head back over at Jetstorm and notes calmly, casually, "You can call yourself whatever you want, but we don't give hand-outs, and if you want to be more than an unusual paperweight, you will pull your weight following Starscream's orders. Am I understood?"
That said, he continues questioning, "Predacons are past tense? Now, what are these Maximals you mentioned?
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Post by Thundercracker on Aug 27, 2007 23:57:27 GMT -5
If finding himself lying in an abandoned mine shaft on a deserted planet isn't enough to rattle the Seeker's CPU, then the sight of a happy Dead End -- or at least as happy as he's ever seen the Porsche -- that is actually speaking without too much complaint would sure do the trick! Again his optics flicker in a "blink." How did only one Stunticon make it here? He's always thought that you couldn't have one without the whole kit and caboodle...
He forces a smile and nods. Well, if this planet can lift Dead End out of his seemingly eternal funk, it can't be all bad. Besides, Hook is Starscream's second in command. How bad can it be?
"Very well," he tells Dead End. "Count me among the Decepticons, then. It seems to be the only viable option at this point." He just hopes Starscream has forgotten about that little incident in Peru...*
"Spinister, Singe, Jetstorm," he says to the others by way of greeting, nodding. "I have to ask -- has Skywarp made it here yet?"
OOC: In case anyone didn't know, the "incident in Peru" he's thinking about happens in "Fire on the Mountain."
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Aug 28, 2007 11:37:17 GMT -5
Thundercracker has no idea, no idea at all. He'll find out soon enough.
"I haven't seen our Skywarp, or even a Skywarp, but he could be standing around the polar ice going 'Where the slag is everyone?' for all we know. Do grasp the concept of parallel universes and people from them quickly, or you're going to be very confused around here," Dead End points out with dark amusement.
"Oh, and you can get slagged here just as easily as back home, so it's definitely not an afterlife of any kind. I will confess that was one of my initial thoughts, since I was yanked out of the middle of a rather hot fight, as were several other people here," Dead End waves a hand dismissively. "So we're still all going to die, probably as soon as the Autobots locate our base and get Omega Supreme repaired and fueled up."
"I did mention the Autobots, didn't I? I even recognized some of them; Omega Supreme is hard to miss. Oh, and Long Haul is an Autobot for some odd reason. Try not to slag him if you can avoid it, it'll annoy Hook, who is hoping to 'fix' what's wrong with Long Haul's mind if we can grab him sometime. Hook is the only reallly skilled repair technician we have yet."
"Hmm... you'll know Hook, and Starscream, of course; there's a couple of Seekers fresh in from Cybertron: Fleetwind, Skystrike and Starfighter. The latter worked with Shockwave as a sort of executive assistant. There are a lot of people I don't know and who don't know me. There are people like Spinister here, who seem to know us, but that I don't know. Oh, and any squishies running around here probably belong to Spinister or Needlenose, and they'd be put out if you damage them, since they are transforming, autonomously intelligent weapons. Something called Targetmasters. So don't step on the squishies. Also, there's another Transformer about Jetstorm's size named Blackarachnia. Don't step on her, either." Dead End ponders; has he forgotten anything important?
"Starscream will probably be happy to see you; he seems more comfortable with people he knows around. I think a stable, happy Starscream is in everyone's best interests, don't you?"
"Oh, and you showed up dead a bit earlier."
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