Blast Off
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Dec 21, 2011 22:20:33 GMT -5
Post by Blast Off on Dec 21, 2011 22:20:33 GMT -5
Earth Month 6, Week 1, Day 4
OOC: Okay, the Autobot crew is: Ultra Magnus, Long Haul, Swoop, Jetfire, and Omega Supreme. The Decepticon crew is: Frenzy, Screwdriver, Knock Out, and Blast Off. Both teams left an unspecified time ago. They are deep enough in space that you need a real communications officer to get messages back and forth - conveniently, each side has one of those - both Omega Supreme and Blast Off are carrying communications gear. (Just look at their TFU profiles!) I am going to leave it unclear if either side knows the other side if there. If one side wants to have detected the other, let me know, I'll look at your relevant skills and abilities, and I'll see if that might be viable. They are not in orbit around Six Lasers Over Scorpio and are debating what to do. I am going to start this in two threads, but the threads might merge later depending on what people do.
Six Lasers Over Scorpio is a large silicon asteroid, with many trace impurities, such as gallium, gold, silver, platinum, and arsenic. It has gravity generators that crank up its surface gravity to something relatively Earthlike. From space, it glows with many coloured lights, bright as carnival, twinkling in the night.
The orbital defences, however (even a theme park needs to worry about space pirates) have been absolutely ravaged and torn to shreds. If a tornado could go through space, the results might look something like this.
A larger piece of flotsam is drifting into view now.
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Screwdriver
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Dec 22, 2011 19:59:41 GMT -5
Post by Screwdriver on Dec 22, 2011 19:59:41 GMT -5
Screwdriver is bored, and a bored Scewdriver is never a good thing. Largely, she's keeping herself entertained by re-arranging her own internal components or periodically using them to make tiny figures that march across the shuttle floor or zip around the compartment. It's probably that once or twice someone's had to stop her from attempting to pull open Blast Off's internal panels.
As they approach the abandoned asteroid, however, she looks up at the screen with interest, picking up the tiny race car that had been zipping past. "Then already the palace of the Caesars was a ruin, as it is now," she observes solemnly. "Fig trees and laurels grew among the fallen marble columns, and in the desolate bathing-halls, where the gilding still clings to the wall."
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Knock Out
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Dec 23, 2011 20:45:17 GMT -5
Post by Knock Out on Dec 23, 2011 20:45:17 GMT -5
The flight's been a long one, but Knock Out has been able to manage with the car magazine app that he downloaded to his datapad. Oh, don't look at him like that, he reads it for the articles. He's ignoring the other Decepticons, humming a quiet tune, the hand on his lap having his claws tap against the metal thigh.
It's not until Screwdriver speaks up that he draws his eyes away from his entertainment and to the screen, letting out a quiet whistle at something that was once undoubtedly a spectacular site. "Hm. Not bad. Shame it got wrecked, I wouldn't have declined the chance to explore it when it was still in one piece."
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Frenzy
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Dec 23, 2011 22:55:11 GMT -5
Post by Frenzy on Dec 23, 2011 22:55:11 GMT -5
Frenzy perches someplace out of arm's reach, one eyestalk swiveled to watch Screwdriver. He's been fairly motionless the entire flight, muttering to himself now and then.
He twitches to look at the screen. "Bad. Blast Off got signs of incoming trouble?"
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Blast Off
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Dec 30, 2011 22:07:16 GMT -5
Post by Blast Off on Dec 30, 2011 22:07:16 GMT -5
The flotsam that is drifting slowly towards them is vaguely cross-shaped. It looks like it was once part of the orbital defences here. It's quite big.
Screwdriver, then, has probably noticed that Blast Off has a problem.
"Aside from the entire complex?" Blast Off murmurs dryly. Tracking all of the orbital ephemeris and trying not to let any of it hit him is occupying most of his attention. He has to map it on the fly as he detects it. This is an amazing pain. "Some of these... chunks are large enough to still be operational. I must be careful. Also, I need to decide where to land. If I could get a lock on that earlier signal, that would have been splendid, but this place is... silent. Too silent. Frenzy, opinions?"
Screwdriver and Knock Out are evil medics. Blast Off is going to ask the spy where to set down, thanks.
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Screwdriver
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Jan 1, 2012 21:59:46 GMT -5
Post by Screwdriver on Jan 1, 2012 21:59:46 GMT -5
Screwdriver watches the view-screen for a bit longer, smiling faintly. All that wreckage... it looks to be a wonderful place for a Junkion. Thus, when Knock Off talks about how it might have been an enjoyable place to explore when it was still in-tact, she chirrups, "'Is my church still standing?' she asked, with shivering voice; and upon the minister’s answer, 'It stands still!'"
Then she wanders over to one bulkhead and removes a panel from the wall, complaining, "He was not dead, although he could scarcely be said to live. The healing moor-flower from the north, which was to have been found and brought to him by her who loved him so well, had not arrived." Without further explanation, she reaches into the opening, and begins to work on something.
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Flotsam
Jan 4, 2012 19:36:36 GMT -5
Post by SceneMod on Jan 4, 2012 19:36:36 GMT -5
The cross-shaped flotsam is made up out of the twisted remains of several orbital defense cannons that had been shot apart and crudely slammed together into the shape it is in now. Like whoever did was completely bored without things shooting at it. The barrels of several turrets are sticking out, all in different colors, some copper, some gold, some gun metal, teal, silver...All still. Except for two, who are now tracking the Decepticon shuttle. Without warning, they open fire, unleashing a torrent of lasers! Then the flotsam erupts into an explosion of twisted metal! Out of it propels a large, hulking humanoid shape with blazing, mad red eyes, feet as pillars of fire, blasting towards the gaudy shuttle while launching dozens upon dozens of missiles, aiming to send the shuttle crashing down in a blazing ball of fire. The orbital defense system is not offline after all. Just...Changed.
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Frenzy
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Jan 4, 2012 20:00:05 GMT -5
Post by Frenzy on Jan 4, 2012 20:00:05 GMT -5
Skipping Knock Out due to timeout.
"Hnh, there looks-" Oh, wait, it looks like the answer is moot for the next few minutes. "Gotta live one!"
This is not ideal for so many reasons. "Dollface! Can you make with the boom out there? Prettyboy, might be needing extra hands. They're attached to your arms. Blast Off! ... don't die and don't get us killed!"
Look, with some people, that's an important order.
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Knock Out
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Jan 4, 2012 20:06:16 GMT -5
Post by Knock Out on Jan 4, 2012 20:06:16 GMT -5
Okay, that he did not see coming! The doctor reels as he sees the giant piece of junk explode, almost instinctively reaching out to grasp the nearest thing that he can hold on too. "Damn it, I was hoping that this would be a smooth, easy mission! And help with what, you walking twig!? It's not like this shuttle has any defense systems that we can operate!"
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Blast Off
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Jan 8, 2012 22:49:34 GMT -5
Post by Blast Off on Jan 8, 2012 22:49:34 GMT -5
Blast Off would rather that Screwdriver did not say such things, because he unfortunately knows exactly what she means, but he makes no comment.
He jinks hard, moving out relative to the asteroid, into a higher orbit, when the... thing charges. He's fast and agile, and space combat is where he truly excels. There is no atmosphere to attenuate the full power of his x-ray laser here, which means it will be operating at peak efficiency. He says smoothly, "I have no intention of dying, I assure you."
"And there are no defence systems for you to operate because my aim is better than all of yours combined. Just repair any damages I suffer from the inside as they come. Frenzy, keep watch."
If anyone cares to exit to do whatever it is that they might, one of the back airlocks is unlocked.
He takes aim and fires.
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Screwdriver
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Jan 9, 2012 20:47:51 GMT -5
Post by Screwdriver on Jan 9, 2012 20:47:51 GMT -5
"Red alert! Red alert! The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn!" Screwdriver calls out, head whipping around to look at the viewscreen, optics wide. She considers matters for a moment...
...and then goes back to exactly what she was doing, at least for the moment.
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Jan 11, 2012 20:42:03 GMT -5
Post by SceneMod on Jan 11, 2012 20:42:03 GMT -5
While the Autobots argue, the thing keeps pursuing Blast Off, following the wave of missiles that are being taken down one by one, using them for cover. One of the blasts manage to clip him, ripping through its armor deep enough to sever a fuel line, a glowing liquid spilling out into open space. Then, over the short band radio it lets it's voice be known, a twisted combination of static and manic ranting that is almost unintelligible, save for a few broken words and brief sentences. //Holy BLOOD// //DIE// //CLIP your WINGS and WATCH you BURN// //YOU ARE NEXT// //MUTILATE// They are all in Cybertronian. The guardian twists around, doing a barrel roll to avoid one of the X-Ray blasts, and in one smooth continuous motion it launches another wave of missiles. Unless Blast Off is a fast shot, there may be too many to shoot down.
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Frenzy
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Jan 11, 2012 21:23:06 GMT -5
Post by Frenzy on Jan 11, 2012 21:23:06 GMT -5
Frenzy twitches more violently than normal. Screwy screwy Screwdriver. Just gotta trust she's not hurting anything. Knock Out's a low-processor bullet-magnet with less parallel-processing capability than an X-box.
At least Blast Off isn't criminally incompetent or insane. Yet.
Ranting resounds over the comm lines. Frenzy's vocoder hisses out static, eye-stalks turning nearly backwards. Then, quick as a whip, they flash back to the front.
"Slag this for a lark! Cover? Duck and?"
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Knock Out
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Jan 17, 2012 19:15:30 GMT -5
Post by Knock Out on Jan 17, 2012 19:15:30 GMT -5
"You mean that I should just FIX THINGS!?" Knock Out exclaims, starting to panic, partially due to the distorted voice that is blaring over the radio. "Actually, I can do that!" He has a feeling that he will soon have too, so he grabs the most nearby bit that he can hold onto, while his hand is swapped out for his swiss knife from hell. As soon as even one bit of plating buckles, he'll be on it. He knows how fragile Blast Off is!
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Blast Off
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Jan 19, 2012 22:06:53 GMT -5
Post by Blast Off on Jan 19, 2012 22:06:53 GMT -5
Blast Off is a near-paranormal shot, thanks.
Near.
He takes a missile through the wing.
Blast Off observes, voice tight with pain, dry, and almost detached, "It is good that asteroid relies on an artificial atmosphere in the interior spaces - I won't burn up. Also, the gravity is artificial, localised to the surface, so I won't be going all that fast."
But crashing is still what is happening here. Blast Off has been knocked out of orbit, and there's no way he can recover in time.
Maybe there's something soft down there...
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