Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Jun 17, 2008 22:55:36 GMT -5
Well, it appears Wreckage has better initiative than the pirate. Ah well...
Cannonball shuts off his audio receptors, taking flight. Looks like Wreckage is trying to cut his way in. Hm. Cannonball figures he won't be much help down there, and would just get in the way, more than likely.
Shrapnel fell through the roof, though...
Cannonball's flight path curves up. A quick glance in, and the pirate winces at the fireworks. Hoo. This might get ugly. Well. Uglier.
A quick sigh, and Cannonball drops in, his armor starting to vibrate, the sensation throwing him off and causing him to crash on his side, crushing a small number of the things, but not enough to knock down the noise by any noticeable degree. For now, he tries to avoid the lightning. This doesn't go so well, one arc striking a shoulder-door. The glass of the window shatters, and the pirate hits a knee, swearing inaudibly. Once he gets close, he tries to shake the bug to get his attention, pointing to the light coming in, as well as Wreckage's fingers and blades if he is successful.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 19, 2008 0:48:12 GMT -5
Wreckage carries on tearing an entrance more his own size while Cannonball takes the high road, and soon enough, he has a gap wide enough for hands, arms, enough to see the chaos inside the granary. He gets a glimpse of the light show – and his erstwhile teammates at the centre of it – and cuts the wall open so he can barge on in a moment before one of those uncontrolled lightning bolts strikes him full in the chest.
The surge knocks him back with unexpected force, throwing him off-balance, and he drops to the ground hard. The excess of current racing through his circuits is a heady sensation, more intense than the euphoria brought on by battle; all but disabling in the way it makes his limbs uncooperative, power flooding his relays and scrambling signals. He tries to roll with it and get back to his feet as quickly as he can, but the first attempt fails. A second try puts him upright, but clumsily so, and he stumbles more than leaps back to his task, barging his way through only to freeze briefly in place lest he stagger under the sonic assault.
It still tingles.
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Post by Shrapnel on Jun 23, 2008 20:51:54 GMT -5
Some might argue that grabbing Shrapnel right now is only marginally safer than tapdancing in a minefield. Electricity races to the new ground-point of Cannonball's arm, and the pirate will be lucky to get away only slightly electrocuted.
It does get Shrapnel's attention, and the Insecticon jerks his head around towards Cannonball. His optic-band is bright and wild, but his mouth clicks shut and at least one part of the noise stops.
He follows the line of Cannonball's arm to see what he's pointing at, stumbles to his feet-
-And then abruptly shunts all of the lightning away from him in two blinding arcs. They strike the shrieking machines, melting the strike-points to char and dross. A significant amount of the din is cut down.
But not all of it, and the sonics are still painful as Shrapnel tries to dart forward.
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Jun 23, 2008 22:59:17 GMT -5
Okay, Cannonball thought the bolt from earlier was bad. Touching the bug was one of Cannonball's worse ideas. So much for the thought that only those antlers are charged. Electricity surges through his body, overloading most everything with a wail. Not even time to curse. Cannonball wobbles, then falls forward, crushing a couple dozen of the weird egg-things as his optic band fades dim. Systems kick off for a few moments...
---------- Cannonball will reboot in his next turn.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 27, 2008 1:05:22 GMT -5
So the cacophony has not stolen Shrapnel's mind. Wreckage sidesteps and brings his foot down on part of the wall to make more space for the Insecticon's escape.
Cannonball, meanwhile, is down. Possibly through stupidity or purely by oblivious coincidence. Wreckage cannot leave him there, no matter how obnoxious the pirate can be; he is a teammate and still able-bodied. Into the chaos strides the white Decepticon, deliberately crushing more of the noise-making machines underfoot as he approaches Cannonball. The destruction is quick, messy, and unsatisfying. The only screams were not by his handiwork and the metal building does not feel right even if it cleaves well.
And his head is ringing. He leans down and gives his unconscious cohort a rough shove to check for responsiveness. When there is no sign of activity – he waits long enough to seem unreasonable with the sound hammering at his receptors, making his processors stutter – he grabs the inert Cannonball by one door, pivots as he rises, and starts back out the way he entered. This will have to be in his next report to Shockwave.
OOC: Pushing and dragging of Cannonball with player's permission.
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Post by Shrapnel on Jun 30, 2008 23:07:31 GMT -5
Shrapnel stumbles out through the hole in the wall. He catches himself on his hands before he sprawls into the dirt, gyros too rattled to handle the sudden dulling of the noise.
Blessedly, out here the cacophony fades to a dull racket and something like actual thought becomes possible again.
The Insecticon raises one hand up, touches a particularly sensitive spot on his head. Something had rattled loose there. He'd have to deal with it later.
His optic-band flares, pain shooting into his head from the touch, and then he snap-transforms.
A purple glow surrounds his antlers as he turns to face the building.
***
Purple light illuminates the space, settling around each still-shrieking ovoid. As soon as all are enveloped-
Silence.
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Jul 2, 2008 14:02:00 GMT -5
Alas, Cannonball doesn't stir until after he's been dragged out and sat down by Wrekcage. Then his system finally reboots proper.
Audios online... Huh, the sound is gone. That's good. Motors, other sensors, and optics...
Cannonball raises up, groaning. "Oi...next time, not gonna grab th' bug when he's sparkin'..." he mutters, standing, albeit wobbly.
Bracing himself against a nearby building, he huffs, looking up at the others.
"What the slag was that?!"
--------- Posing of Wreckage done with player permission.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jul 4, 2008 14:29:09 GMT -5
Cannonball might just have some ugly scrapes in his paint after Wreckage hauls him over the torn and mangled bits of wall jutting from the ground, but the warrior's main concern has been addressed; he is out of the building and none of the team is subject any longer to the direct caterwaul of those machines. An instant later, Shrapnel shuts them up entirely. The silence is a welcome thing, and though Wreckage gives Shrapnel's light show a curious look, he merely nods his gratitude to the Insecticon for putting an end to the last of the racket.
"That," he answers the pirate, "was… noisy." He shifts his gaze to Shrapnel. "What happened in there?" Shrapnel had to have done something to set off the machines; Wreckage heard no alarms when they first rolled into town.
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Post by Shrapnel on Jul 7, 2008 20:55:14 GMT -5
"I fell in, fell in. They opened up, so I touched one. Then they started to scream, scream."
There is a pop and hiss from inside as circuits are deliberately overloaded with electricity, and vital bits of the machines are crippled.
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Jul 12, 2008 22:27:13 GMT -5
Cannonball mentally dubs Wreckage as Captain Obvious.
Well.
Lieutenant Obvious. Cannonball is the Captain here. At least, in his own mind. Arr.
The existance of the things is curious, however. "Wot kinna backwater place keeps silos full of screamin' eggs? They some kinna sonic-grenades, y' think?" Cannonball brings his gun-arm to his chin, looking rather pondersome. "Wonder if there's more 'fun' stuff 'idden around 'ere.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jul 16, 2008 2:09:03 GMT -5
"That is why you do not play with unfamiliar machines," says Wreckage to Shrapnel, very patiently and with a casual disinterest, as if reminding a newly sparked for the nth time. Then he shifts his gaze to Cannonball. The pirate asks what sort of backwater place keeps siloes filled with "screaming eggs" here, of all possible places in the cosmos.
The human expression for this is Oy vey.
"This kind of backwater place, apparently," Wreckage mutters instead, taking command of the obvious. The sort of place that keeps such things only matters to him in so far as identifying it on sight. What those mechanisms are is more important, and why, if they are weapons, they are kept in what seems to be an agricultural… "town" is too generous a word for this mote on the map. Or are they part of a defence system? He was created to beat down defences; that is something he can thread through his processors. He is, however, not a particularly heavy thinker. Further consideration is for others more inclined to it. "We can look into this more after we fuel," is his declaration on the matter, delivered after a few seconds' deliberation. He fixes Cannonball and Shrapnel both with a serious look, plates and struts drawn close to narrow his optics. He agreed to scout. Not to shepherd or babysit.
Nevertheless, he turns to make his way back to the fuelling station on the same path he smashed earlier. He is growing dangerously close to cranky.
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Post by Shrapnel on Jul 16, 2008 20:21:12 GMT -5
At the chide, Shrapnel glances up at Wreckage. In his insect-mode, he is about as expressive as a brick, so the APC is spared the 'are you new here?' expression.
"There are a lot of strange machines in the world, world," the Insecticon says. "Like us, us."
So saying, Shrapnel swings his antlers around to look at Cannonball. "Is there fuel oil, oil?"
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Jul 19, 2008 4:21:09 GMT -5
Cannonball is thinking what Wreckage is, just he's crappy at wording it.
And if Wreckage has a better name for the devices, Cannonball would be happy to hear it and place it under consideration. Far as the pirate is concerned, they are screaming eggs and a big pain in the aft.
However, Wreckage begins speaking Cannonball's language. Fuel! Everything can be improved with the proper application of energon. Low on energy? Fill up! Bored out of your cranial casing? Get overcharged and see what kind of shenanigans happen! Having to put up with 'bots you don't care for? Fuel up until you love them. Especially in that way.
Well, maybe that's a bad idea. Whether Wreckage knowns of the concept of "What happens in the back alley of Maccaddam's stays in the back alley of Maccaddam's" is unknown. Heck, his reality might not have a Macaddam's! Cannonball views this possibility as a very tragic thing. Some of his best memories come from there, even the ones he can't remember.
...that could explain why all those pointy buggers are such serious sourpusses.
Cannonball's ponderings are cut short by Shrapnel's question. "We got energon converted from th' local power source."
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jul 21, 2008 22:00:19 GMT -5
The first thing Wreckage checks when he reaches the fuelling station again is not the converter; he left the sensor arrays when he bolted after Shrapnel and those are his priority. He supposes luck is on his side and he avoided stepping on them in his haste. Cannonball would probably enjoy watching the downdressing Wreckage would inevitably receive for that sort of rookie mistake and Wreckage finds himself clenching his jaw at the thought.
This is a problematic reaction. He forces tensor cables to loosen and servos to release as he crouches beside the charge station, expression returning to bland neutrality. He occupies himself with locating and filling containers – probably old waste cans, left empty of all but rainwater – with the converted energon. Perhaps he will be finished by the time Cannonball and Shrapnel catch up, or perhaps someone will have to wait a few seconds longer for their fuel.
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Post by Shrapnel on Jul 23, 2008 14:03:49 GMT -5
"The local power sources taste too light, too light," Shrapnel complains. "Empty energy."
The Insecticon turns and soars into the air, flying off in the direction of the fallow fields.
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Out unless stopped. Shrapnel will rejoin the other two when they get on the road again.
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