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Post by SceneMod on Jun 29, 2011 20:59:15 GMT -5
OOC: Spin off from Stuck in the Middle for Springer and Impactor.
There is enough width for Springer to go helicopter, but not really enough height to be able to easily get anywhere. Where he from a cartoon, he could probably manage it, with Impactor and half the cast of Glee hanging on. However, Springer is not from the cartoon, but from the a gritty and dark comic reality. If the girders were also electrified, the spikes poked up from lava, and the behemoth were really Springer's mentor in a Pretender shell, then Springer would be in his element.
Impactor's shot hits, and the creature's arm jerks. It stops and looks at its arm, from which a fine black dust is pouring, then back at Impactor. The behemoth swings his club in a wide arc and from the club comes a shower of silver needles. The monster continues forward.
Two of the smaller creatures finally manage to push past the larger monster and race toward the Wreckers. One has no visible weapons, and bears some resemblance to lower cast Quintesson. The other has a weapon in each hand, both of which resemble yo-yos made of blades, and appears Lithone.
There are some sturdier-looking areas above the spike trap, but looks can be rather deceiving in this ramshackle ship.
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Post by Springer on Jul 3, 2011 21:30:56 GMT -5
"Got it," Springer responds to being ready to jump. "All else fails, you can fire the harpoon over and I'll yank you over." And hopefully not pull his arm off in the process.
Black dust. If Springer knows his luck, there's no telling what that'll do, so let's knock it back at them and see if it does anything. Ducking the needles, Springer flips a switch on his rifle. He pulls the trigger, unleashing a spiraling tunnel of wind at the ugly trio.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Jul 4, 2011 18:12:01 GMT -5
Impactor grunts. "We're not going to get that thing to run itself off the edge. Just won't go fast enough," he scowls. "Smaller ones, maybe. Let a few of them get close, before we're crowded use your jump-jets and my cable-line to clear out, blast the opening from there."
He rather badly wants to use his harpoon - even with the cyclone, some of those smaller guys are getting close enough for it. However, since he needs to keep the thing ready in case he has to swing across the open area like a grumpy undead Tarzan, he instead fires his shoulder-mounted cannon at the nearest beastie.
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Post by SceneMod on Jul 4, 2011 19:49:53 GMT -5
The sudden wind knocks the smaller assailants back, tossing them around like so much fluff. They scream and vent their frustration at whatever parts of the ship they can hit as they are flung back against the behemoth. As for Mr. Big, he grunts and sits down hard in the hallway. More of the flayed, pierced, and shredded Lithones scrabble over his body toward the Wrecker and the Zombie.* Impactor's canon takes out some as them, certainly.
The heroes do have a slight bit of time now, given that the big guy seems unable to get on his feet now that he's knocked down, and several of the smaller hostiles are trying to push him back up.
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Post by Springer on Jul 4, 2011 21:04:32 GMT -5
Springer stops the cyclone now, then cuts a look at Impactor. "Well, given what just happened, we may be better off jumping now." And so, Springer does, and stumbles a bit once he clears the pit.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Jul 4, 2011 22:14:45 GMT -5
Impactor doesn't answer Springer's suggestion, except to turn and fire his harpoon into whatever section of the overhead looks sturdiest. He tugs once, then swings, aiming for the passage opposite.
He figures if he doesn't make it, he'll transform as he falls and try to aim drill first. This is probably a terrible idea, but to his mind, those spikes down there can't be any scarier than his drill.
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Post by SceneMod on Jul 5, 2011 19:09:32 GMT -5
Through the Rule of Cool and Suspense, the beam Impactor's harpoon line is embedded in holds just long enough for the zombie to make it across the open area. Just as his feet hit the opposite side, that beam, along with a variety of other debris comes crashing down.
The two heroes don't have much time to reflect on the mess, however, as they are dogpiled by a group of flayed Lithones almost immediately after.
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Post by Springer on Jul 6, 2011 19:11:09 GMT -5
Springer goes down as the pile lands on top of him with a rather undignified yelp and some minor flailing that gives way to punching, doing his best to dig his way out. Give him time - the universe dumps on him enough that this isn't a big problem.
At least these guys don't resemble 'bots he sent to the scrapyard.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Jul 6, 2011 19:44:20 GMT -5
Impactor lands on the ledge with a stumble and yanks his harpoon line free of the falling overhead support. It withdraws just in time as the two are mobbed. As the zombie surges into the mass of Lithones, stabbing with his harpoon, smashing with his powerful fists, firing with his shoulder-cannon, he gives out an instinctive, primal roar, one that's been settling inside, waiting for the moment when his guard is dropped enough for it to escape his vocalizer. "WRECK AND RULE!!!"
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Post by SceneMod on Jul 13, 2011 8:48:47 GMT -5
These Lithones seem much more fragile and go down more easily than the previous ones the group has encountered. It's possible, perhaps, that only certain ones have undergone any sort of enhancement process.
Or Springer and Impactor could just be That Good.
There's an access hatch that leads to a lower floor just down the hallway. If the Wreckers use it to exit this panel, they can drop right into the panel below them, which just happens to be the Bot Alone thread.
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Post by Springer on Jul 15, 2011 10:23:03 GMT -5
Springer makes his way to his feet, blasting at a few of their assaulting swarm once he can get his arms free enough.
Once Impactor yells, though, Springer smirks. "Thought you said you gave that up."
Springer steps back, keeping his rifle trained on the Lithones, and spots the hatch. "Hey, Impactor! Let's shoot through this thing, then blast the controls on the other side." After all, what's behind it can't be worse, right?
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Jul 15, 2011 18:49:14 GMT -5
Impactor's dimmed optics brighten faintly and turn rounder with surprise at Springer's words. He had not even realized that he was shouting. It just came. He frowns a moment, looking down at his one good hand.
He did give that up. But that shout, that moment... it had felt natural, and he... he had felt closer to alive than he had since he'd taken a bullet to the brain processor.
He snorts and says dismissively, "I can quit any time I want to." Then he kneels to blast the hatch open with his shoulder cannon. "I just don't want to today."
With that, the Wrecker jumps down through the hatch, going right through the white 'gutter space' between rows of panels and landing in the frame below, where Optimus Prime is in the process of throwing a door into some Lithones on the opposite end of the hallway. Apparently, if Impactor and Springer had stayed in the passageway above, they'd have soon come across the communications room the young Prime had just left.
"Oh, hey, lookit that." He looks up through the blasted hatch at Springer. "Found our roomie."
OOC: Crossposting to Bot Alone. This thread is now ended.
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