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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jun 27, 2011 20:37:42 GMT -5
"Slagging right, we won't leave him," Sentinel Prime growls direly, "if I have to kill every freak that moves and take this misbegotten excuse for a ship apart with my bare hands, so help me AllSpark, I will."
Sentinel Prime wanted to look for Elita-1, life sign or no life sign. Optimus can't tell him not to go look now, because Optimus is the one missing. Optimus is going to be found whether or not he likes it and that is just how it's going to be.
Helping Elita-1 up makes him feel a bit crummy, but his machismo forces him not to show the growing queasiness he's feeling, between the fact that he's already misplaced - not lost, lost is forever, this is just misplaced - someone and the added nausea icing on top that is having his powers borrowed.
"That's not a Lithone," Sentinel Prime observes, a bit dumbly, when something comes out of the dark beneath them. His battle mask slides over his face, and his lance and shield find themselves in his hands. He brings up the shield to try to block the one attacking from above and tries to find a nice, solid place in the other's abdomen for the tip of his lance, trying to put some of that point work practise he did with Impactor to work. At the moment, Sentinel Prime really is angry enough to have no compunctions at all about killing. They took his Maintenance Prime! Okay, the floor did, but frak them!
But there's still the one beneath them and the one coming at Elita-1.
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Post by Elita-1 on Jun 29, 2011 22:16:22 GMT -5
"I don't care if they're not Lithones. They can be the fragging First Oil Change Fairy Brigade for all I care. They are not keeping us from finding Optimus!" Elita says determinedly, activating one of the borrowed powers in her buffer.
She swings Optimus's axe at up to meet the leap of the Ripper-like robot kangeroo-jumping at her. Unfortunately, in the contest of monster's inertia versus Elita-1's strength, she comes out the loser. Even if the axe does hit, Elita gets knocked back and onto a different branch of walkway from Sentinel and up against some sort of control panel.
She tries to scramble away from the creature. She'll have the axe for perhaps two more rounds.
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Post by SceneMod on Jun 30, 2011 17:48:49 GMT -5
The one attacking from above hits the shield, snarls, and tries to grasp around it, ignoring spikes and energy from the shield both as it snarls at its opponent. Another Lithone gets a lance in the abdomen and tumbles to the engines below, going up with a flare of light as it hits the ground.
The long-eared attacker receives an axe to the face, splitting the machine open. The control panel Elita bumped into activates with a "beep". There is a shrill alarm, and the pathway that she's on starts to swing in another direction, opening up a new path - but cutting her off from Sentinel. Elita will find she has little time to ponder this, however, as a Lithone with elongated finger-claws drops onto her walkway and limps towards her, while another, still clinging to a large piece of machinery with one arm, attempts to grab her from behind.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jun 30, 2011 19:36:17 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime would kill for a good demolitionist right now. A good demolitionist could put a radio bomb on the engines and blow them later, at the drop of a magnificent hat, if he so needed. Sadly, their demolitionists are Whirligig, who is insane, and Twin Twist, who is routinely outsmarted by boxes of burned out light bulbs, and neither of them are here.
"Yes, but, we might need to use different tactics to -" Sentinel Prime starts to correct, when Elita-1 tells him that she doesn't care if they're Lithones or not. However, the fact that he's being dogpiled by crazed alien cannibals puts a damper on the stick shoved up his exhaust.
There's the one trying to get through his shield - good luck with that, buddy - and the one beneath the floor. He gets a good clawing to one foot, which prompts him to drop into snow plow mode. Of course, this means the shield and lance get put away. Sentinel Prime tries to ramp over the one that was trying to get through his shield and gun it through the air and to Elita-1's gantry.
He doesn't get enough speed up and goes falling down into that generator. Sentinel Prime screams, "Elita-1!"
Then the snow plow bounces off the side wall with a crunch and lands on the floor, a few gears rolling out of his undercarriage. He... didn't need those, right? Trying to shake off a dazing, Sentinel Prime flicks on his headlights and stares out into the dark...
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Post by Elita-1 on Jul 1, 2011 10:47:49 GMT -5
Elita stumbles back to her knees when the walkway starts abruptly and carries her away from Sentinel. Her mind is racing too fast. Optimus is missing. Sentinel just fell who knows how far. She just killed someone. She's alone....
Alone, and these things are trying to kill her.
In the precious few moments she has before the one at her back reaches her, she runs through the weapons available to her. Shield is out- at least as a shield. They can come up from below, she can't move and utilize it, can't fight back while under it, and it would fail after a short while, possibly resulting in her getting over whelmed. Lance gives her reach, but she'd have to drop the axe early to use it, and then she loses the axe. Plus, it is cumbersome in such close quarters. That leaves her own power. Most of these... things are robotic. She can steal from them if she has to.
From her position on her knees, she flips the axe in her hands so the edge is face up and swings it up hard and over her head, hoping to take out the hostile just behind her. She's on her feet whether the hit lands or not, twisting away from the creature and swinging the axe out toward the limping one.
Except the axe disappears just before it would make contact, leaving her open to attack from at least that one. Stupid reality tropes.
OOC: Do we need to split off threads?
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Post by SceneMod on Jul 3, 2011 9:15:01 GMT -5
OOC: Even though you two are out of sight of each other, you're still in the same large "room" and should be able to hear each other, so I'm going to say stick with the one thread for now.
It would seem that most of the action is going over well over Sentinel's head. The lights illuminate ill-kept pathways between giant chunks of machinery. Liquid, some of it orange, some darker colors, drips from above and piles up in small, slick pools on the scratch and pock-marked colored floor. The deck itself is perhaps a bit sturdier here than it's been through most of the ship, not through any better level or maintenance but simply because it was thicker at the start. For the moment, Sentinel cannot see any of their assailants... until the one that Elita has just killed with her download of Optimus's axe crashes down onto the deckplates in front of him, twitches once, and lies still. He can hear some snarling and the soft 'clang' of metal fingers working against metal components from just up ahead, but thanks to a bend in the pathway, he cannot see its source.
The thing behind Elita seems uninterested in dodging her attack, which is just as well as the axe vanishes, leaving it unhindered in its attempt to grab her and, if possible, bite down into her shoulder. Finger-claws does not quicken its approach - a quick glance will show that his own right leg is so badly damaged that it cannot. But still, it moves itself near her relentlessly, reaching for her with a snarl.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jul 4, 2011 19:21:10 GMT -5
The snow plow shivers on its much-abused suspension. Sentinel Prime, in this brief moment of semi-calm, reflects that he is never going to be clean again. He's thought it before, and he'll think it again. This dimension keeps eroding his layers of cleanliness. Soon, he'll be nothing but filthy, filthy even in his spark, and he's never going to be able to get it out.
Elita-1's struggling up there, and he can't do a blasted thing to help her, because he's not the Prime with the grapplers. The Prime with the grapplers is somewhere else and needs to be found. Mirage is being traumatised. Guzzle is doing things to the Autobot language that ought to be illegal. This is all just... horrible.
Then again, so is Sentinel Prime. He guns it down the pathway, heading deeper into the ship. If he runs into some of these freaks? Moving violation, baby, hit and run.
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Post by Elita-1 on Jul 4, 2011 20:22:14 GMT -5
OOC: okay!
Elita-1 screams when the... thing behind bites into her shoulder. The sound is loud enough to probably echo through the space in a disturbing fashion, as such things are wont to do in these types of situations.
She reaches around with one hand (the one that is not gloved) and grabs the monster, spills it over her side, and slams it down on the walkway. A chunk of her own plating probably comes off in the creature's teeth. She can feel her power working, she can feel it hurting. Suddenly, Elita realizes that what she can borrow from the creature isn't what may save her.
It's what she can take from it.
Elita is literally holding to her assailant for dear life- and hoping that she can finish this before the limping one reaches her.
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Post by SceneMod on Jul 4, 2011 21:29:53 GMT -5
Sentinel plows through the body already in the way, and if he's still gunning it through his next turn, two more get thrown up and behind him, landing with a thud. Where they had been, there are several open panels on the generators - had these things been maintaining it?
And before Sentinel, visible in his headlights, is a small room attached to this larger one, one filled with viewscreens, most shattered , one still operational, panels, and dials.
A control room.
Elita will find she's downloaded the ability to scurry along walls, which should make it easier for her to reach Sentinel. It seems that no matter what, she's destined to be a spider-woman! The Lithone in her hand struggles against her for a moment, snarling, but then the struggles slow... and finally, they cease as so much of its power is downloaded that it's unable to sustain wakefulness.
Just in time, it would seem, as gimpy finally gets within striking range, hissing and clawing at her. Now, however, she has an escape route...
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jul 5, 2011 19:40:12 GMT -5
Words cannot describe how frustrated Sentinel Prime feels as Rodimus Prime orders him to pull out just as he finds the control room. A picture describing how he feels would have to be censored, however. He transforms, leaving the driven-over bodies behind him, and takes a few cautious steps forward to examine the controls.
Sentinel Prime's not the Prime with the grapplers, but he is also not the Prime who knows how to hotwire alien spaceships. He's the wrong Prime in the wrong place. It grates on him, the idea that he's not the right Prime for the job, that he's not good enough.
He sits himself down, dusts off his hands, and takes another look at the controls, after asking Rodimus Prime for advice. That's what Autobots do, right? Use teamwork to fill in their weaknesses? Sentinel Prime's antennae twitch as he listens, and he follows Rodimus Prime's directions to a t. There ought to be a countdown if he did it correctly...
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Post by Elita-1 on Jul 5, 2011 20:41:38 GMT -5
Elita-1 springs back out of reach of Gimpy, but she stumbles and falls heavily against the walkway railing. She feels dizzy and disoriented. She's never held on with her power to someone that long before. It's disturbing, the way she feels. Nauseating, even.
Shaking her head as if to clear it, she straightens and vaults over the railing, using her new-found ability to latch on to the wall and scurry down it. At least she knows where Sentinel is now, and she drops a note on the Elite Guard band to let folks know she's ok. She also radios Sentinel Prime.
//Sentinel, I'm heading your way.//* Then they will go find Optimus, orders be damned. She doesn't trust anyone else to take care of her boys.
*cross-posting to Sentinel/Elita radio.
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Post by SceneMod on Jul 5, 2011 21:27:40 GMT -5
'Gimpy' lunches for Elita as she vaults away, trying to jump after her. It does him no good, however, as he goes crashing to the ground below, landing with a clank and a clatter.
The Lithones Sentinel had driven through on his way to the control room don't get back up. It would seem that Sentinel hit them hard enough to keep them down.
The countdown itself is not yet activated, though Sentinel is now three switches away from turning it on. Still, the glow of lights, the flash of the monitors, and a rising whine from the engines shows that his actions are having some affect.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jul 6, 2011 19:52:11 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime continues to confer with Rodimus over the radio over what switches to flick when, though he keeps looking over his shoulder nervously at the way he came. Are the bodies staying down? Is some other horror sneaking up on him?
Elita-1's radio reassures him. She wasn't that far off, and she's sensible enough that she won't blow out her suspension system falling off a gantry. Sentinel Prime has complete faith in her that she'll find a safe, sane method of getting down the wall.
(Instead, Elita-1 has snagged spider-powers off a vicious alien. Blast that woman.)
Optimus... hopefully, Skyfire, Jetfire, and Jetstorm can get to him, or Springer and Impactor if not. Springer's kind of a jerk, but Impactor's so tough, he punched out Death and came back! Surely Impactor will take good care of Optimus in only mildly traumatising fashion. Sentinel Prime has faith. It's weird, to think that other Autobots just might actually be competent...
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Post by Elita-1 on Jul 7, 2011 10:20:20 GMT -5
Elita is moving down the wall at a steady, but cautious pace. These... things keep jumping out from unexpected places, and that's bad enough, but she doesn't want to accidentally run into one.
Pausing a moment, still a good drop from Sentinel's floor, she cycles through what she still has available to her. Elita frowns. Whatever she did to that alien thing, it seems to have wiped out all the other powers in her buffer. What's left is the spider climb, which she's using, but the other stuff seems to be just basic physical changes.
She puts a hand to her temple. She still feels nauseous, and now she's having vertigo issues. Maybe... maybe she should rest....
No. She has to keep moving. There's something out there.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jul 9, 2011 19:08:04 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping SceneMod because SceneMod says to.- - - Sentinel Prime is just three switches away. He moves on the first of the three switches, and... that's not right. Sentinel Prime frowns, squinting. He rocks the switch back and forth, and it gives him no love. Not too gently, he pries off a panel to get a look at the wiring underneath. Sentinel Prime is... not the Maintenance Prime. However, he can tell chewed wires when he sees them. Sentinel Prime mutters, "Oh, frak me."
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