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Post by Motormaster on Dec 5, 2008 22:57:27 GMT -5
Th-thud. Th-thud. Th-thud.
Doubled heartbeats from multiple hearts.
Ththud. Ththud. Ththudththudththud.
Accelerated heartbeats. Adrenaline pumping to speed up the body, hearts pumping quadruple-time to keep a body going.
Too many hearts, too few bodies. Motormaster can't get a good read on them.
Splatters of liquid, two hearts stuttering in a beat- aw, hell, the fight started without him.
Motormaster stops filtering the sounds and lunges forward, polearm in his hands. A cluster of heartbeats turn towards him, then a godawful shrieking chorus fills the air and steals one of his senses.
He bellows back as the world turns incomprehensible and swings his halberd at where he remembers the heart-cluster being. Something smacks against the staff, and the wail warbles briefly, but it doesn't fall silent.
Heavy bodies slam into his legs, sharp pointy bits prodding at his metal. His sonar's useless, hearing shredded by the alien wail and the continuing low of the facility alarms.
Motormaster grabs one of the things slammed against his leg and hurls it away.
Radar. He switches to radar, pulses-
-And something in the faciility responds with a pulse back on the same frequency, drowning out his own radar.
He bellows again, this time in rage and pain both, as one of the pointed spikes finds its way into his knee-joint.
His halberd flares with electricity.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Dec 8, 2008 17:35:20 GMT -5
Bambi is able to slash into some of the creatures, but some manage to poke holes into her armour with their long, single claws. It's time to break out something a bit more substantial than mere claws, much as she is loathe to do so.
She transforms to her often-neglected robot mode, and quickly enough, there is a warhammer in her hands. A thought, and the warhammer ignites, smashing flame and force into the nearest enemy.
At first, the creatures blunder straight into the flames, but the later waves fall back when she swings it.
These creatures learn.
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Post by Motormaster on Dec 13, 2008 13:06:40 GMT -5
Motormaster slashes out with his halberd, striking for the source(s) of the wailing. It's a haze in his mind, but it's a haze he can find the source of.
Something yelps, then screams as he sweeps his halberd blade through the pack. This is much farther reaching than Bambi's hammer.
Soon, though, they learn to avoid that as well.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jan 1, 2009 17:48:03 GMT -5
Bambi is an intelligent predator. So are her opponents.
She likes to think that she's a bit brighter, however.
Bambi rushes the nearest wall, striking it with both feet and pivoting up. She reverses her warhammer and hooks it into the ceiling, tearing a hole in it with the armour-piercing spike on the other side. Quickly, she grabs at the molten hole, ignoring how the superheated metal burns her hand.
The little Dinobot calls down, "After me, up!"
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Post by Motormaster on Jan 1, 2009 18:28:01 GMT -5
The wailing dies down as he continues to lay about with his halberd. He can work out more and more of what's going on around him - where the monsters are and how they're doing vs. the Transformers.
This makes Bambi's sudden desire for him to get out of there a lot more desirable.
The way she's going about it, though...
"You got to be kidding me."
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jan 1, 2009 19:32:54 GMT -5
Bambi scampers through the hole in the ceiling that she made into the floor above. The metal cools and hisses, becoming safe to the touch. Bambi sucks on her hand, and then she crouches down at the rim of the hole, and she holes a hand down for Motormaster, encouraging, "Jump!"
Either she's stronger than she looks, or she's underestimating how much Motormaster weighs.
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Post by Motormaster on Jan 2, 2009 17:00:58 GMT -5
Motormaster assumes Bambi must know what she's doing.
With a last thrust of his halberd at the monsters, the black truck stowed his weapon and leapt towards Bambi. One hand met hers, while he grabbed onto the edge with the other.
The ceiling/floor creaked alarmingly.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jan 2, 2009 18:20:27 GMT -5
Bambi makes it all up as she goes along. She catches Motormaster's hand with both her hands, stowing her warhammer. He heels dig into the floor and screech against the metal of the floor, dragging grooves into it.
She heaves hard, trying to haul Motormaster up to the second floor. Her servos are aching, but it's better than leaving him below.
Guess she is an Autobot, after all.
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Post by Motormaster on Jan 20, 2009 12:42:35 GMT -5
Motormaster scrambles to assist with pulling himself up. Once on the second floor, he pats Bambi while glaring out in whatever direction his face is facing.
"Gotta do something about them," he rumbles.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jan 21, 2009 22:00:15 GMT -5
Bambi crouches and peers down the hole, frowning. Her mind evaluates the situation, and then she straightens, suggesting, "Quick."
"They learning how to climb."
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Post by Motormaster on Jan 27, 2009 12:20:32 GMT -5
Motormaster aims one of his arm-guns towards the hole in the floor and fires. Bright light flashes down, striking hard against one of the climbing monsters and knocking it loose from the wall.
It wriggles on the floor, burned but not dead.
Motormaster scowls and shoots it again. "Gonna need high-power."
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jan 31, 2009 13:13:12 GMT -5
Bambi stares up at the ceiling thoughtfully and then around at the room. She grabs a few tables and chairs, gathering them together, stacking them to make a platform.
She points a clawed finger up and suggests, "We keep going up. Find roof. Jump. Run."
Or perhaps she hitches a ride on a semi.
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Post by Motormaster on Jan 31, 2009 16:40:57 GMT -5
"Still going to have the fragging problem," Motormaster rumbles. His fist clenches and he shoots down another one of the monsters that's getting too far up the wall.
"You get the roof open, I'll keep 'em out of here until you're up."
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jan 31, 2009 21:23:12 GMT -5
Bambi gets her improv step-ladder together and withdraws her flaming hammer. She leaps at the ceiling, digging the hook of the hammer into the ceiling to rip it open.
Midjump, she calls down, concerned, "Be careful!"
Great words from a Dinobot jumping with a flaming hammer.
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Post by Motormaster on Feb 1, 2009 17:20:07 GMT -5
"Little sister, you're the one jumping with the hammer-" Motormaster breaks off, putting rapid shots through the climbing monsters.
He's fighting a losing battle to keep them down, and both sides know it.
A claw wraps around the edge of the hole, and Motormaster brings one foot crashing down on it.
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