Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
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Apr 6, 2011 15:48:51 GMT -5
Post by Duskwing on Apr 6, 2011 15:48:51 GMT -5
Oh joy, freezing water. It beat melting, anyway. Duskwing looked around, and smirked (though he had just enough wit to stay out of arm's reach). "Dat so? You just did what I suggestified, Boney."
So who was in charge here? Misfire tried to give orders, only no one was listening to him. Counterpunch did his own thing, and took off that way, and TurmoilCannon-boy followed. Huh. Looked like it was either him or CP, and CP was leading. That must make him second in command. Duskwing straightened up and sloshed through the freezing water to the volcanic tube. (How much steam was this producing, as ice water meets hot tube?)
"Looks like you found somethin', Boney. Lets go see what needs killin' up dis way," he said, still being careful to keep out of arm's reach, then tried to engage his lifters and fly up the ascending tube in robot mode.
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Rook
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Apr 6, 2011 21:16:23 GMT -5
Post by Rook on Apr 6, 2011 21:16:23 GMT -5
Rook is quiet for now, looking at Misfire's back and patiently awaiting the time when he won't be trapped at the bottom of a lake.
OOC: Skippable for now.
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Misfire
Minor
The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
Improving. Honest!
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Apr 9, 2011 12:37:58 GMT -5
Post by Misfire on Apr 9, 2011 12:37:58 GMT -5
A surge of violent annoyance hits Misfire. No one was doing anything, no one was attempting to treat this as anything more than "what's behind door number two," and he was trying to get people to work together in some manner. Instead, no one even acknowledges him, not even by declaring Misfire full of Cesium Salami. Guess that shows what these people think of him here. He fights the urge to throw the tiny mech in his hand across the room, instead setting Dustcutter down next to one of the broken panels so he might scuttle off where ever he desires. Hurting Dustcutter won't help the situation, after all.
He turns sharply toward the tunnel and floats over to it, only disengaging his antigravs when he's sure he'll be touching down on dry rock. The heat is worrisome to him, not so much for Misfire as for Aimless and for the Predacon in Misfire's cockpit.
//Do you want out now, Lord Rook, or after we see where this leads?//
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Apr 10, 2011 10:48:23 GMT -5
Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Apr 10, 2011 10:48:23 GMT -5
Well, Phobia had tried to talk with Misfire but he’s a bit busy trying not to freak out right now. He probably wouldn’t make for a very good ally either seeing as he’s a bit of a wimp.
Everyone seemed to be heading towards the lava tube at the moment. Between the freezing water and the paint cracking heat, he idly wonders if that’s really a good idea, but there didn’t seem to be very many options at this point. The other doors were likely to be just as bad, and like Counterpunch said, the water was probably going to flood everything anyways. Worse yet, the other doors might contain something deadlier than either of their option at the present moment.
Hesitantly, Phobia turns to follow.
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Apr 14, 2011 15:47:20 GMT -5
Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Apr 14, 2011 15:47:20 GMT -5
Bonecrusher growls at Duskwing as the dumb jet breezes by. He'd make a lunge for the glitch-head, but the temperature of the water is doing its best to slow down his systems and he's already moving a bit sluggishly. He'll just have to cave in the jet's empty head later, when he's nice and toasty warm in the lava tube.
Heaving himself into the lava tube, he follows the others. Hopefully it won't get too toasty warm.
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Apr 15, 2011 16:39:22 GMT -5
Post by Spinister on Apr 15, 2011 16:39:22 GMT -5
The volcano tube is quite warm, but the cold water is following after them quickly. Luckily, the tube is moving up, so if they keep at a brisk pace, they should outpace the water... as long as the incline keeps up.
The diamonds underfoot are probably pretty annoying.
But what's worse are the shrikebats unlatching from the ceiling. They large, purple, flying, vaguely reptilian creature, and they are extremely vicious. Shrikebats just love chewing cables! The delicious kind that are inside cracked-open Transformers.
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Counterpunch
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The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
What're you looking at?
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Apr 16, 2011 0:00:54 GMT -5
Post by Counterpunch on Apr 16, 2011 0:00:54 GMT -5
"Oh, for the-" Counterpunch growls, drawing his gun from subspace and firing off a few blasts at the shriekbats. He'd been flying through the tunnel, so the diamonds weren't much of a problem. One gets too close, and claws at his paint, but then he surges forward, attempting to get ahead of it. It's only then that he touches down and, after firing again at the nearest bat, he checks the ground, trying to decide if the diamonds are large and sharp enough to get through tire. Wheels would get him through the bats and away from the flood faster.
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Apr 19, 2011 16:30:20 GMT -5
Post by Turmoil on Apr 19, 2011 16:30:20 GMT -5
As Counterpunch inspects the ground Turmoil begins to provide cover fire, sending a volley of toned down plasma into the bats as needed. It would be reckless to do otherwise. A high powered blast in such an enclosed rocky tunnel... There was no telling it could do. Turmoil had no intention of bringing tons of rock down on their heads.
Its true that the diamond was an uncomfortable annoyance, but at the time the water was more pressing. A few dings and scratches were preferable to the hell the hot and cold environments were putting his temperature regulation systems through.
"Is there really time for this?" He asked as he took aim at another bat, "We can deal with the floor when it becomes a true obstacle."
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Duskwing
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"What the slag happened?"
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Apr 20, 2011 19:03:54 GMT -5
Post by Duskwing on Apr 20, 2011 19:03:54 GMT -5
"Slaggin' pieces of organic dross!" Duskwing raises both arm-guns and shoots down a pair of bats, and continues firing at any winged purple thing that flaps in his direction. Hopefully Mindwipe isn't in this scenario.
One latches on to his right shoulder and tries gnawing on the air intake--fortunately that's rather unappetizing solid metal. Duskwing swipes it off with his left hand and flings it to the ground, then drops on it with his full weight before the stunned shrikebat can recover and flutter away. It crunches satisfactorily underfoot.
"You find anything up dere?" Duskwing yells in Counterpunch's general direction.
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Rook
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Apr 20, 2011 20:44:47 GMT -5
Post by Rook on Apr 20, 2011 20:44:47 GMT -5
Rook did not miss that Misfire called him Lord. Oh, it is delicious. //Go ahead and let me out now. I can handle heat far better than water.// Seriously, the Darksyde had open lava pits and no-one ever seemed bothered. But Rattrap needs a bathysphere.
Once the shrikebats make themselves known, the crow has second thoughts. Then again, he could use the practice, and there are several big mean Decepticons here to hide behind if it comes to that. //Yes, I'd be obliged if you'd open your cockpit.//
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Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
Improving. Honest!
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Apr 26, 2011 21:08:09 GMT -5
Post by Misfire on Apr 26, 2011 21:08:09 GMT -5
Misfire is one who always gives proper respect to his superiors- regardless of how worthy of respect they may be.
His cockpit obligingly opens so that Rook can exit. Misfire never quite cut his antigravs so the diamond floor isn't a problem. The shriekbats could be an issue, however.
"Hrm."
Pulling Aimless, Misfire starts to lay down fire over the heads of the others, firing more or less into the mass of shriekbats. Misfire may not be able to aim for squat, but he's perfection at cover fire.
"Keep low and head forward. I'll pull up the rear," he says, nodding at Turmoil.
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Apr 28, 2011 19:51:38 GMT -5
Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Apr 28, 2011 19:51:38 GMT -5
It’s really rather unfortunate that Phobia’s wheel assembly was so unprotected. He’d really rather not have had them exposed right about now, and especially when a shriekbat tries to grab it-
The bike drops to the ground and snaps off a few shots with an unhappy little noise, landing a little too far behind the group. The diamond floor leaves painful scrapes in his light armor, but he doesn’t particularly care at the moment, scrambling to make up for the distance between shooting. Misfire was providing cover-fire a moment later, but the bike still ends up with numerous scratches along his arms and shoulders from the bats.
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Apr 28, 2011 22:18:29 GMT -5
Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Apr 28, 2011 22:18:29 GMT -5
The diamonds are slaggin' annoying, digging into Bonecrusher's tires and generally being a nuisance. At least the tires are built to withstand some serious punishment, but it doesn't stop them from being really, really irritating.
Not as irritating as those shrikebats, though. Bonecrusher's tasty cables are more vulnerable than those of Transformers from other universes, despite the thickness of his armour. However, they make a perfect target to vent his frustration on!
Rip and tear! Rip and tear their guts!
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May 1, 2011 22:31:23 GMT -5
Post by Spinister on May 1, 2011 22:31:23 GMT -5
The diamonds could poke through civilian tyres, possibly because the universe hates Decepticon cars.
The shrikebats fall easily enough before the Decepticons. It's almost as if to reaffirm that Decepticons are naturally destroyers of the inferior.
There's a greater challenge ahead: there's a fork in the tunnel, one direct going to the left at a 45 degree angle, one to the right. As far as can be seen, the tunnels look pretty much the same, including inclination, most importantly of all.
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Counterpunch
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The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
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May 2, 2011 20:34:56 GMT -5
Post by Counterpunch on May 2, 2011 20:34:56 GMT -5
Counterpunch hisses an irate curse. "I roll faster than I fly," he snaps at Turmoil's questions. "But not here," he admits, taking once more to the air. He twists to fire at the shriekbats before flying ahead. However, the distraction of examining the floor has slowed him down, and he won't be the first to reach the fork in the tunnels.
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