Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Sept 15, 2008 18:47:07 GMT -5
Driving this circuit through the city is mostly dull and uneventful, only the same quaint buildings and the occasional signs of destruction to entertain Wreckage as he makes his way along, unenthusiastically recording the layout simply to have something to do besides drive and contemplate what has been rampaging through this town. Autobots do not, in his experience, wreck their surroundings for no reason.
Pity, that. They might be marginally more tolerable if they did.
//Nothing to report,// he transmits to Cannonball. //Status?//
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Sept 17, 2008 21:53:12 GMT -5
//M'fine, jus' fine...!//
Cannonball is a liar.
Plus, there was the sound of a car going CRUNCH under this being's axe.
However, his pride keeps him from telling the truth. After all, he is a great and infamous pirate captain. One must have more than a big mouth to lead a bunch of scallawags across the solar system and not have them turn on you. One must have power, and the ability to wield it well!
However, using the blaster isn't going so well. Time to try some other stuff...
Engaging his lifters, Cannonball takes off away from the living armor, stopping in a few places to pick up cars, throwing them at the being. They tend to bounce harmlessly off, be cleaved in twain, or get swatted away.
The last one Cannonball throws, he does with a good deal more effort, spinning around before throwing it, striking the armor in the facemask, causing it to stumble back. The car lands in a heap of glass shards and small broken pieces before the armor. It kicks the automobile, causing it to skid forward a bit. striking it with the axe, giving it a good bit of momentum, crashing into Cannonball and knocking him flat on his back. His black flashers give off a sickening crunch of plastic and glass.
"Ach, that didnae go quite as well as I planned it..." the pirate mutters, groaning a bit. He lingers for a moment, underestimating the speed of the walking armor. Granted, it is slow, but our swashbuckling mech dallied too long. The light shining down is soon covered by a silhouette armed with a raised axe, which starts to fall.
"...SLAG!"
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Sept 23, 2008 12:26:34 GMT -5
Wreckage makes a habit of taking others' statements at face value – other Decepticons', at least. Reading further into the words takes more investment than he cares to give. If Cannonball says he is fine, then he is fine. Perhaps even having himself a grand time breaking things by the sound of it.
As the Stryker rolls on, the sound of abortive blaster fire reaches him. Perhaps Cannonball is having too much of a grand time; he should, at least, be easier to rein in than old squad mates. Wreckage shifts gears and turns, narrowly missing yet another vehicle as he rounds a tight corner. This sounds like the right way. If it is not, he can smash through whatever buildings have the misfortune of standing in his way.
He is much dustier when he finds his way to the source of the racket. It seems Cannonball has found himself an axe-wielding friend who plays a little too rough for the pirate. That suits Wreckage just fine and he transforms, dropping the sensors to one side, drawing his swords and charging into the fray. He swings up his left arm first to catch that crashing axe on the down swing as he skids into place between the axeman and the pirate, spurs throwing up sparks where the points scour into the metal pavement. He brings his right arm up to brace after his slide stops.
"No," he intones simply, staring back at that blank-eyed mask over their criss-crossed weapons.
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Sept 30, 2008 17:55:42 GMT -5
Cannonball covers his body in a seemingly futile manner, time seeming to slow as he waits for what feels like forever for that axe to drop, and cleave him a good one.
However, the sounds of battle have foreign interference - the sounds of transforming, heavy footfalls, and a clang of clashing blades.
No.
Cannonball uncovers his face, looking up to see Wreckage standing there, blocking the armor's axe. Quickly, he jets away from the situation, up a bit and back on his feet, kicking up some sparks himself.
//Oi, I owe ye one lad....// he mumbles over the radio. //Jus' watch out. This bugger seems tae be impervious t' laser fire.//
With that, our antagonistic armature raises his axe back up, sharply drawing it back, and swinging it at the Stryker, with no words.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Oct 2, 2008 9:54:29 GMT -5
Imperviousness to laser fire is a boon in Wreckage's eyes, silly pirate.
"Perfect," he rumbles before he lunges to his opponent's right, guarding his trailing side from that falling axe with one blade. As the weapons shriek, edge grating edge, he thrusts with his other sword for the axeman's side. Sloppy, the both of them; this axeman has no sense of guard and Wreckage, overcome by the promise of a brawl, strikes inefficiently. He will drag this out to his satisfaction and if it is a good fight, he will consider Cannonball's debt settled.
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Oct 9, 2008 21:05:07 GMT -5
Cannonball can't help a chuckle. //Roit, keep forgettin' that the hand-to-hand is more your thing... I'll 'ang back until you get some o' the armor off, then try to fire on 'im once he's got an open spot.//
This axeman indeed has no sense of guard. He has no need for such a thing, when he is essentially a big scary freight train in terms of strength. The sword catches in his armor, drawing an irritated grunt from the armored fighter, leaving his axe planted in the ground after it crashed in attempt to strike Wreckage.
Turning, he pushes his shoulder forward, toward the Stryker, using his feet and the axe as a brace.
Ever done sumo, Decepticon?
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Oct 12, 2008 19:43:25 GMT -5
//Fine,// Wreckage answers Cannonball. //But you do not interfere until then.// After this, he will respond to the pirate no more.
When his blade makes contact and sinks in, Wreckage frowns mid-push. The strike feels… off, somehow. The impact does not feel as he expected it to; that dissonance throws him off, confuses him just long enough to leave him unprepared for his opponent's sudden lunge. The axeman slams into him and Wreckage staggers, pulling back sharply to recover his equilibrium. He twists and drops, curving his body as much as design specs allow and pushing off with one foot, balancing with the other, to attack again from the front. He sweeps one blade, then the second for the axeman's midsection and neck.
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Dec 14, 2008 20:32:28 GMT -5
Don't interfere? Sure thing. Cannonball knows all about not interfering. It's what works best when getting others to do the dirty work that you don't want to.
So for now, Cannonball fires his lifters for a jump backwards, to watch and wait...
The axe-wielder, however, continues, even as Wreckage slashes at his belly and neck. The helm of the construct turns, and the holed faceplate is knocked away by the strike.
The head turns back, revealing another layer of armor inside, with glowing red eyes. The axeman draws his weapon from the ground, and steps backwards from Wreckage, placing the bladed hammer in both hands, watching for the Stryker's next move.
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Post by Wreckage on Dec 19, 2008 11:53:35 GMT -5
The pirate actually can take a hint. Wreckage might then do him the favour of cutting the axeman to ribbons.
But when his opponent backs away – sizing him up? – Wreckage holds, too, a frown tugging at the cables along his jaw. There is a face beneath the face staring back at him, impassive. So his opponent wears an extra layer of armour.
"Interesting," murmurs the Stryker in a flat tone that ill matches his growing involvement in the moment, optics brightening, as he begins a slow circle around his wary foe. He has not one, but two bodies to cut through, and all the opportunities that provides him for… entertainment. He makes his move then, feinting low and to the right. This must be what the humans call Christmas.
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Jan 5, 2009 17:12:35 GMT -5
As Wreckage circles the living armor, it silently watches him, axe resting on the ground at his side...
Until Wreckage moves, and the axeman swings for it, falling for the feint, and missing. The mobile suit grunts, looking in the direction of where Wreckage moves, and finds that he's wide open. Not that he often plays for defense as it is. That's what the heavy armor is for.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jan 11, 2009 21:27:06 GMT -5
His opponent is wide open. Well, not exactly. Not yet.
Wreckage seizes upon that opening and thrusts one sword, then the other for the axeman's flank and hip, aiming to cripple its leg or rip its side. This thing is disappointingly quiet; he needs to rend some noise from it. A grunt, a groan, a gasp, a cry. Something. This silence will not do.
He will have his music.
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Post by Cannonball on Jan 21, 2009 22:19:08 GMT -5
Well, Wreckage will have to fight for his music!
A few notes are drawn forth as the blades scrape over the being's armor, and a sharp one as one of Wreckage's blades finds a mark in a cord holding parts of the armor together.
Then a cacophony erupts as parts of the torso and chest armor fall away, clanking against each other and against the ground. Once again, the axeman makes a grunt, stepping back away from Wreckage, and in a strange display, tosses his axe at the Cybertronian. It lands before him, in amidst the armor bits. A quick shake of his arms, and the shoulder guards fall away as well.
Then, if Wreckage looks at the being's torso, amid that second armor layer is a crossed pair of secondary arms. Whatever this strange construct is, it has Gillanese design with the extra arms. The top pair reaches up, pulling the helmet off, and discarding it, leaving just a face-covering plate with holes for the eyes, wrapped in lighter, layered platemail.
Finally, the axeman changes class to swordsman, by drawing out the four swords from the hip-mounted sheaths, and makes to advance on Wreckage. His speed has increased, with the shedding of the extra armor, but his defense has decreased.
Once close enough, he swings the two right swords, holding up the two left ones fairly close for defense.
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