Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Mar 25, 2011 8:55:36 GMT -5
Pitiful? Cured decades ago...? Old?
The chemist's air of confidence waffles from Perceptor's onslaught and Sentinel's laughter. At least, that seems to be laughter. This can't be, though. He put so much work into the cyber-oxidant! It was his trump card! Sure, he had to make up a cure when he accidentally dosed himself, and that fool Ratchet got ahold of some, but even then it was still a valid threat! This may explain why that old-timer was able to run through the cloud and not succumb, though...
This...this is bothersome. Oil Slick looks panicky for a few moments, but regains his composure. As he said before, he's got other tricks up his sleeve. And like a virus, he can find a way around this so-called cure, hopefully.
"Tch. So you may have cured my cyber-oxidant. It is but one tool in my arsenal, yes." He sneers at both Perceptor and Sentinel Prime. "The two of you should remember that much, yes."
Then the swordy one calls him a cheater. "Oh, be still my beating fuel pump - a hero! Those are always the most rewarding to break!" He chuckles. "You call it cheating, I call it taking opportunities laid out for me. Bodies can be restored easily." He smirks. "Minds cannot."
All the while this is going down, his claw toys with the pull pin on his box...
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Post by Perceptor on Mar 27, 2011 20:48:12 GMT -5
During that short burst of panic, Perceptor feels such an uncharacteristic righteous smugness. He actually hopes that hearing those words physically hurts Oil Slick, and the bit of petty indulgence feels so good. Ah, but Oil Slick recovers his composure. Nevertheless, Perceptor is cherishing those moments of panic forever; the Decepticon chemist is one of the very few individuals that he has learned to truly hate.
And he wants a piece of the Oil Slick, too, Drift; he and Sentinel have a much bigger claim on the glitch's hide, anyway. Which Oil Slick is so kind enough to point out and remind them both of.
"I wonder..." he muses as he edges in front of Sentinel to protect the much more heavily damaged 'Bot.
He smiles again, that same, nasty little smile of triumph. "You tried to break us, but, as you see, you failed. Again. No success with the psychotropics. No success with the hallucinogens. No success with the oxidant. One failed attempt after another."
"It makes me wonder why the Decepticons do not deploy their successful chemist, Mixmaster?" That pride is such a big target, after all. And Oil Slick seems to be missing a significant portion of his containment. What are the chances that he has already administered an antidote to whatever is in the box? Or that he remembers that he may be vulnerable?
Given his nature, he probably isn't vulnerable to the contents of the hydra-box... but he should be quite vulnerable to Drift's Swords.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Mar 27, 2011 21:05:36 GMT -5
Oil Slick tortured and humiliated Sentinel Prime, and there is a large petty part of Sentinel Prime that would like to personally make Oil Slick suffer. Sentinel Prime does petty very, very well. The other thing is that Oil Slick is a Great War veteran, a Decepticon, ninja-trained, and a peerless master of vehicle-to-vehicle combat, in addition to being a chemical warfare specialist. There is a reason why it takes whole teams of Autobots to handle single Decepticons from Sentinel Prime's reality. As a part of his social contract, in order to prevent Autobot society from falling apart, if handsome there gets in over his head with Oil Slick, Sentinel Prime is obligated to provide whatever aid he can perform on Drift's behalf.
Given his current condition, that aid probably amounts to 'leak in Oil Slick's general direction and hope he slips', but whatever Sentinel Prime can do, he must, no matter what dark looks Drift is shooting at Sentinel Prime and Perceptor. Sentinel Prime's frustrated that he can't speak up and warn Drift about just how dangerous Oil Slick is, though. That would be useful!
He makes an expression that would be a frown if his facial plating hadn't been vapourised when Perceptor steps protectively in front of him. Sentinel Prime can handle himself! He doesn't need a nerd to nursemaid him! So what if his on-board computer is still whining at him about stasis lock? Boo hoo hoo.
Sentinel Prime tries to shift some of his weight back to his feet and off his lance. Yeah, just a bit more, and maybe he'll actually be able to lift the lance...
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Post by Drift on Mar 27, 2011 21:43:58 GMT -5
Well, Sir Gimpsalot over there isn't going to be a factor, Drift decides, and Perceptor has the sense to stay out of range while he taunts. Not the most effective range weapon, but distracting enough.
Still, neither of them seem to be inclined to actually end this. And that means that Oil Slick has more value alive than dead according to them. He thinks.
Slag, this is why you have MISSION BRIEFINGS, mechs. Urgh.
And this one? His mouth could use some readjustment. "Talk big, when all you've got, Decepticon, is a thumb." And perhaps not for long. Drift reverses his blade, bringing down the back of one sword toward that wiggling thumb. If it lands, there will be a MUCH better sound coming from Oil Slick's freaky looking face.
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Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Mar 27, 2011 22:45:55 GMT -5
Oil Slick moves back quickly, but not quickly enough with a pained yelp as Drift's sword smashes into his hand. That thumb is now pretty much disabled. There goes gripping things with that hand. He subspaces his bomb - if this 'bot is going to get up close and personal, there's the chance that it could get wrecked, or even worse, go off under circumstances that Oil Slick does not approve of.
Perceptor opens his mouth more, and suddenly, all his attention is on the other scientist. "So you lot here have stronger wills than I am used to. That is no matter. I will keep going, keep wearing you down until you snap." He leers again. "The best breaks are the ones that take the most effort, after all. And the trip is half the fun, watching despair close in and consume the victim..." He chuckles, but suddenly frowns.
Oil Slick is holding a green vial pulled from subspace now. "You will not compare me to that neurotic crackpot! I will break you, and I will start with your INSOLENT MOUTH!" The chemist bellows that last bit, pure hate in his optics. He dashes forward, assisted by the treads on his feet, and swings his arm, smashing the vial on Perceptor's face. The vial contains a slow-acting acid - it might not make Perceptor quiet, exactly, but the potential screams will be a much nicer sound.
He stands where he stopped - in front of Sentinel Prime with his back turned to the blue 'bot, and the remains of his flail in his good hand, daring Drift to make a move...
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OOC: Dropping acid with Perceptor done with player permission.
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Post by Perceptor on Apr 6, 2011 14:13:49 GMT -5
ooc: my apologies everyone! I had it in my head that Sentinel was up next! My bad! ----------------------
In retrospect, Perceptor will remind himself that he did bait Oil Slick quite thoroughly. Even he is not really prepared for just how effective that particular bait is, however. One moment he is preparing mocking words about Oil Slick's grandiose self-absorbtion, and the next, Oil Slick is practically on top of him. Perceptor does not even manage to get an arm up to block in time to keep that vial from being shattered upon his face.
He back-peddles awkwardly, caught trying to dodge and get out of the way at the same time, expecting excruciating pain or for wild hallucinations to spring up out of the floor and drown him again. Something unpleasant at the very least.
Instead, he feels... nothing. Nothing of note, anyway. No pain, no cold, no searing agony, no burning mess, nothing. Maybe the very faintest tingle, if that, and that could merely be his overactive imagination trying to supply him with some sort of expected sensation.
Perceptor finds himself almost disappointed, oddly enough.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Apr 6, 2011 16:09:29 GMT -5
Did Oil Slick really just turn his back on Sentinel Prime? He's just gotten his weight back on his legs, as opposed to using his lance as a crutch. Lucky thing it's a one-handed weapon, since his arm's off. Now, does he really have the hydraulic pressure left to raise the lance? That's the question.
Sentinel Prime's lost a whole lot of fluid of assorted kinds, but he supposes he can shunt enough fluid over to his arm for a semblance of a ready stance. It's a good thing there are no mirrors here. He'd want to beat himself senseless if he could see how atrocious this ready stance is.
Now, sweep a foot back until the leg is almost straight and try not to roll the ankle.
He rolls the ankle. Hard. There is a cracking noise from the ankle, which was weakened by that explosion earlier.
Slag.
While Oil Slick does his evil monologue and Perceptor takes a vial to the face, Sentinel Prime tries to calm himself and quell the panic. It's okay, it's okay, you just broke your ankle, your arm's off, anyway, Perceptor will probably fix it, he's not like the Perceptor back home - oh no what if Perceptor dies?
A baton can be a nonlethal weapon. A stun gun. Rubber bullets. But it's pretty obvious that a lance was only ever designed for puncturing something vital fast and hard. Sentinel Prime's used to the paradigm of 'capture', not 'kill'.
But Perceptor just took a face full of something, and Perceptor is too nice for his own good. Sentinel Prime will worry about the ethics later.
His flickering vision takes in Oil Slick's back, and he tries to judge where the Decepticon might carry his spark. Sentinel Prime will have to aim high, he thinks. Front knee bent, arm in, then push off with the back leg. Extend the arm at the same time for a combined power stroke - urgh, not having his other arm is throwing off his balance - and fleche like an arrow.
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Post by Drift on Apr 6, 2011 16:32:06 GMT -5
He spins as Oil Slick dashes past him, blades clicing an arc through the air just as Oil Slick passes.
In the time that you have left functioning, listen closely, Oil Slick. You hear that sound? Sounds sort of like metal cutting through air? That sound is the sound of Drift getting a Large Economy Sized grudge against you. We're talking serious 'hunt you down in every timestream and kill you' stuff.
What did you do to deserve such honor? You didn't attack just the least-armed mech in the room. That just makes you a coward. You didn't just attack a nerd, you attacked the nerd Drift was supposed to protect.
This time, Drift doesn't go for the flatedge. "Everyone here," he says, lunging toward Oil Slick, following through the previous failed sweeping arc, "talks too much!"
Your nerd-attacking days are over, mouthy.
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Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Apr 7, 2011 2:59:58 GMT -5
Oil Slick relishes in that little display of stumble, flailing, and expectancy that Perceptor displays after he's struck with the slow acting acid. So wonderfully Pavlovian.
The confusion that follows is even better. The chemist chuckles lowly, but is soon cut off by finding himself suddenly shishkebabbed on a blue lance. He sputters, looking down at the thing as one hand lightly grabs at it.
And then Drift lays blade into him. The sheer shock of the dual attack knocks the chemist out - he's always stayed far enough away that this has never happened, so the shock is rather understandable. Oil Slick falls limp, sliding off the lance and forward. Whether he's caught or crashes on the floor is up to Drift.
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OOC: Out of thread due to knockout. Feel free to pitch Oil Slick out an airlock, or offscreen it, whatever works for folks.
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Post by Perceptor on Apr 11, 2011 19:56:45 GMT -5
Perceptor forgets his own apparent non-injury as Sentinel lunges forward, neatly skewering Oil Slick on his lance. "Sentinel!" he exclaims, dashing in to try and catch the badly battered mech. Already, there is far too much Sentinel littering the floor loosely, and even if that was quite a neat skewer, that still puts Sentinel too close to Oil Slick for Perceptor's comfort.
Drift deals with that, however, freeing Perceptor to fret about Sentinel's damages as he tries to wedge himself in to support Sentinel before that worthy ends up face first on the floor. And that is exactly the moment that Perceptor's chemo-receptors begin shrieking about the contaminant that Oil Slick had shattered all over his face.
"Drift?" he calls with a calm he isn't really feeling. "Sentinel, lean on me," he adds more quietly, as he tries to sling an arm around Sentinel while keeping the contaminated parts out of contact. "Just do not touch... well, anything but my side and arm."
"Drift?" he calls again. "We need to expedite transport to Medical. Please. You will, ah, have to lead the way," he explains, before rattling off the coordinates for Medical. The tactile sensors on his face begin to burn, and a thin haze is beginning to form over his optical lenses. "Immediately."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Apr 11, 2011 20:23:05 GMT -5
That was a pretty good lancing, Sentinel Prime thinks fuzzily. A spark is a fairly small target, and he doesn't really know where Oil Slick keeps his spark. It could even be in his thigh or something cheaty like that. Went all the way through, didn't break, came out without trouble...
The floor is coming up pretty fast, too.
Then Perceptor catches him. Sentinel Prime feels woozy. Does he have enough hydraulic fluid to even keep his head up? He's feeling rather unclear on that matter.
Wait, don't touch...? Sentinel Prime tries to recoil, but he really can't stand on his own, he discovers. Something about a broken ankle and not enough hydraulic fluid. So he gives up and leans against Perceptor as directed. Creeping horror may get them both, but Sentinel Prime's too tired to put up a fuss.
His battle computer still wants him to submit to stasis lock, anyway.
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Post by Drift on Apr 11, 2011 20:39:03 GMT -5
Drift doesn't notice the little Noli Me Tangere Tango going on behind him between Sentinel and Perceptor until the nerd starts talking. Why? Because he's too busy making sure Oil Slick is down for the count.
He's never been to Earth and has no idea what a Possum is, but he figures it's suitably devious a tactic for Oil Slick to try. He hadn't stabbed him that hard...!
"Yeah, fine," he mutters, surlily, when Perceptor calls him off. "One klik." He grabs Oil Slick by one arm, dragging him to the airlock a few paces away. It's more like five kliks, but that's because the air lock takes FOREVER to cycle open. Which is totally not Drift's fault. All he knows is you don't leave disabled enemies lying around where they can revive themselves, crawl through the air ducts and murder you in your recharge.
Oil Slick gets punted into space. It's a good kick. Kind of satisfying. Would have been better if Oil Slick was online enough to 'oof' as he takes a footplate to the midsection.
And he turns around to see Sentinel and Perceptor....oh by Primacron. "WE DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THAT!" Seriously. Get a room.
Oh wait. That's...probably why they want to go to medbay.
Ewwww.
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Post by Perceptor on Apr 11, 2011 21:45:16 GMT -5
Hunching over as much as he needs to to help support Sentinel is not exactly a very comfortable position, but he cannot risk the corrosive agent coming into contact with Sentinel's already very taxed systems, which rather limits his options. He does manage to get them turned around in time to see Drift punt Oil Slick out the air lock. Part of Perceptor is pleased to see the door cycle shut and the twisted glitch sucked out and away; part of him almost wishes that he could have... done something very unAutobot and debilitating to Oil Slick before Drift had booted him out.
"Sentinel cannot walk unassisted," Perceptor merely responds tightly. "And my visual acuity is becoming compromised." In other words, you're the most capable mech left, Drift. "Lead on."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Apr 11, 2011 22:17:45 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime would be terribly affronted at Drift if he could talk, had a face, or had enough power to flail his remaining arm. Slag, he'd honk his horn if that worked! Sentinel Prime does not think of Perceptor that way! He is sure Perceptor is a really sweet fellow, but Perceptor's just not his type. All Sentinel Prime can do is sulk and limp along, so that is what he does. There is a part of him that thinks they should have just put holes through Oil Slick until he turned grey, but that would be petty and vindictive as opposed to due process and standing around that long to watch it happen would... probably kill him. That thought is terrifying. Sentinel Prime tries to pretend he hasn't had it. The denial is strong in this one. But really, if they run into any delays... he's denied stasis lock too many times. If he doesn't get medical help and soon, he's going to go the way of every other Sentinel Prime ever. - - - OOC: A fade was suggested in chat?
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