Optimus Prime
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Post by Optimus Prime on Dec 28, 2011 20:56:06 GMT -5
They attached rockets to Sentinel's joints to speed him up. Is there no corpse-desecrating depth they won't stoop to? The sudden boost of speed catches Optimus off-guard, and the zombie manages to knee him in the stomach. He wrenches free of the hand holding his head though, albeit by falling backward into the dirt and rolling to the side.
He seems to be spending a lot of this battle lying in the dirt.
//Jetfire,// he transmits, voice steady. Have to keep the voice steady. He's giving orders. He's in command. No time to get emotional. //Take out that thing.// Of course, Jetfire is about the same age as Bumblebee, and Sentinel was like a father to him, so . . . //Remember, Sentinel's not in there anymore. The Decepticons used his body to make a weapon. Destroy it so they can't dishonor his memory any more.// Allspark knows Sentinel's memory does not need dishonoring, considering the life he lived.
The transmission doesn't take long to make, and his position prone on the ground gives Optimus some interesting tactical opportunities. He extends his arms, deploying a nozzle from one wrist and a grappler from the other. Both fire at Onslaught's feet, covering the ground in slippery foam and then tying up his ankles. A quick tug on the line floors him.
OOC: Onslaught abuse with permission.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 28, 2011 21:50:56 GMT -5
Slightly elsewhere...
A strange glowing door opens in the ancient city of Arles, the very same door that the Combaticons used to arrive here. Good thing that that the Decepticon spacebridge accepted Blackarachnia's voice as all the verification it needed to take Sentinel Prime wherever it was last set to go!
So in a French alley, Sentinel Prime contracts a fierce jag of the dry heaves and thinks snobby things about the quality of the spacebridges in her own reality. Now maybe if they put Optimus back on spacebridge maintenance duty, the spacebridges in this reality might not make her nauseous. Then she realises that she's on her knees in an alien alley, and this is amazingly disgusting, and she bolts back up to her feet. She gives the side of her helmet a few sharp raps, but her radio stubbornly stays crushed.
Her running mental dialogue mostly consists of, Slag slag slag frag motherboard fragging slag... and screaming on the inside, but every now and then, a coherent thought drifts through the sea of profanity. One thought is that this seems a lot like Earth to her. She does not exactly remember Earth fondly, so those memories are kind of repressed. Anyway, if this is not Earth, it is definitely an Earth-like planet.
So Sentinel Prime should assume alternate mode, she decides. It takes her three times to figure out how it is that Elita-1 transforms. The first two attempts more resemble, in order, a car crash, and a pretzel attempting yoga. She groans softly to herself, having aches in places that she did not know she had. Also, now that Sentinel Prime is in car mode, she is wondering if a Cybertronian car even counts as a disguise.
What if there are humans and they attack her with ice-throwers and drag her off under a dam and take her apart? Sentinel Prime hears that government sanctioned humans totally do that sort of thing, and that is ignoring the whack-jobs like Headmaster.
And aren't some humans descended from spiders?
Frakkity frak frak slag...
Sentinel Prime rolls slowly out of the alley and catches a flash of light on her side mirror. Is that a... fight? Is that any of her business? Her duty to the Autobots is to get back and submit to a debriefing, though she has no idea where 'back' is, and she has to assume that all of the natives of this planet are hostile, because seriously, given her karma? They probably are.
But these Autobots are different, in general. They try to do what is right. Would Botanica just ignore a fight going on?
Slag.
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Override
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Post by Override on Dec 29, 2011 20:06:10 GMT -5
Override twists just far enough out of the way that Blast Off's shot only grazes her while she shouts, "Cyber key power!" as quickly as she can. With the usual light show, her weapon is then armed, the cannons flipping forward. She looks at Brawl like he's just grown a second head, and demands as she leans backwards, out of the way of that pistol whip, "What the slot are you talking about?" Then, "Nevermind, I don't want to know," as she fires off a few blasts at him.
She's outnumbered, and her need to keep the fight close to Blast Off means that she can't really make use of any of her usual advantages. Still, she's not yet so overwhelmed that she's going to ask for help, and at least someone's focusing on the guy with the controller.
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Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Dec 29, 2011 22:32:17 GMT -5
Blast Off takes in the whole scene. Vortex is engaging a flaming space warrior. Optimus is assaulting Onslaught with his grapplers. Is Onslaught still allergic to fire retardant foam, Blast Off wonders, or has that been fixed?
Blast Off was never allergic to it in the first place, but then, he doesn't have anti-gravs.
Brawl is somewhat occupying Override.
Blast Off concludes that he needs range. He directs, //Vortex, keep the flaming one occupied. I am taking to the air.//
He transforms and takes to the air, rocketing upward. Blast Off is a bigger target now, it is true, but the Autobot won't be able to throttle him from up here, he hopes. Blast Off tries to rain down some x-ray doom on... Optimus Prime, because he has Onslaught down. Brawl can handle Override.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Jan 1, 2012 20:58:44 GMT -5
Is there no corpse desecration they won't sink down too? Well, Sentinel's visor just pulled back and his face slides up at the mouth, revealing a laser cannon that fires at Optimus. Which only misses because Optimus rolls to the side. So nope!
Onslaught is still having a ton of fun, clutching the remote controller that looks like a joystick, performing immensely complex fighting moves by just pushing it forward and rapidly pressing the button at the top. This firmly cements him as a character from the eighties. The Combaticon commander is about to taunt Optimus again, only for the Autobot to swiftly floor him, making him yelp as he's pulled off the stands and lands face first in the dirt. "GAH! Do you have no sense of sportsmanship, you buffoon!?"
But then, he starts trembling, twitching violently and rolling over his back, writhing in agony. The foam is starting to work, leaving him in indescribable agony! "ARHGGHGHG!! THE PAIN! THE INDESCRIBABLE AGONY! PLEASE, HELP ME! AIIIE!"
Of course, Onslaught is fine. When the trials were completed he was one of the first to sign up to have it applied to him! But Optimus doesn't know that, and hopefully, he's noble enough to be duped and leave himself wide open for an attack from Blast Off!
But meanwhile, the remote control has slipped from his grasp, and the zombie has come to a stand still, dead, blank eyes looking ahead without actually looking.
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Jan 1, 2012 21:18:42 GMT -5
Jetfire raises an arm to deflect the cube, but the energon detonates on impact, throwing him to the ground. His head is still ringing as Optimus gives him orders and he stumbles to his feet. Destroy Sentinel? But- but- No, Optimus is right. Sentinel Prime is dead, and the Decepticons are desecrating his memory. No more!
//Y-yes sir!// His flames flaring brighter, Jetfire blasts away from Vortex at top speed towards the immobile zombie, arms open wide.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jan 2, 2012 16:48:07 GMT -5
Okay maybe not ‘not particularly affected by pain’. Vortex drags himself upright with a happy groan and unsubpsaces his gun in time to watch the jet kid barrel towards the zombie and... Onslaught’s hilarious acting skills.
//What d’ ya think I’m doin’?// he grumbles at Blast Off. What happened when you used glue on fire again? Flaming glue, if Vortex remembers correctly, but that didn’t mean the glue didn’t glue, so to speak. He aims and fires, trying to stick Jetfire to the walking corpse.
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Brawl
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Post by Brawl on Jan 3, 2012 17:02:51 GMT -5
"You can't take it back now!" Brawl insists, throwing an arm up in front of his face to block as Override opens fire. Luckily, he's built like, well, a tank, so her fire doesn't affect him all that much. Which is not to say it doesn't hurt and couldn't kill him, but Brawl's job is to draw fire and take hits.
"Whose idea was it to fight here, anyway?! There's no cover!" Brawl complains, backpedaling while returning fire at the Velocitronian, trying to keep her pinned.
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Optimus Prime
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Post by Optimus Prime on Jan 3, 2012 17:17:00 GMT -5
They gave him it a mouth laser?
"Are you seriously going to lecture me on sportsmanship while you puppeteer my dead friend?" Optimus retorts, picking himself up off the ground and extending his axe so he can use it with two hands.
He advances toward Onslaught as he writhes on the ground. It's no more than the 'Con deserves, really. He'll wash him off after he gets the remote. He's bending down to grab it when an X-ray laser blast blows through his left shoulder, leaving a neat hole and knocking him to the ground (again). If he hadn't bent over right when he did, the shot would have gone through his spark chamber.
"Okay," he comments to himself, grimacing against the pain as he puts his other hand over the hole in his shoulder, "I didn't need that arm anyway."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jan 3, 2012 22:11:20 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime reluctantly investigates the arena. It's not as nice as the arena outside of Trypticon prison, she thinks, but then, humans can't do anything right. Not even spell. She recognises the letters, sure, but none of the words make any sense!
Then it dawns on her that this is maybe not English, and she feels very silly.
The space shuttle in the air catches her attention but not as anything particularly strange. There are shuttles all over Cybertron's skies, though they are much-better looking! Why, the Steelhaven would totally beat that hunk of junk in the air up there in any beauty contest. Then she notices it lining up a shot. Well, maybe that is just a weird... spotlight.
Slag it, Sentinel Prime has spent too much of her impressive powers of rationalisation on, 'Elita-1 must be alive and well somewhere, despite me being stuck in her body, and I am not a dead zombie girl,' to be convinced by the spotlight theory. She transforms back into robot mode, which takes two tries, and the first try sprains one of her elbows. Ow. Then Sentinel Prime ducks her head down and peers through one of the many arched entrance-ways. She sees...
Optimus Prime is advancing on a downed opponent, Override is fighting a tank, and...
Sentinel Prime sputters aloud, "...Jetfire is trying to set on fire a Sentinel Prime with the worse fashion sense ever!?"
Oh, and there's a helicopter with a glue gun, too, which is weird, but unworthy of comment, considering all the other weird going on at the moment.
Any element of surprise that she might have had is blown, but she doesn't care, because she has just dived off the deep end into the pool of incomprehension. There must be a rational explanation for this tableau, but she feels nothing but dread when she contemplates what that explanation might be. She does have the paranoid thought that perhaps Optimus Prime has gone rogue and evil and is trying to kill a valiant and noble alternate universe Sentinel Prime out of bitter, bitter jealousy and has coerced poor, innocent, naïve Jetfire into his evil plot, and also Override, and he has teamed up with these Decepticons to make it happen, and now the Decepticons have turned on him, because that is what Decepticons do.
Then Sentinel Prime pictures the look that would be on Kup's face if it turns out that there is actually a perfectly reasonable explanation why Jetfire is setting a Sentinel Prime on fire, and if she goes all Dirty Harry on the wrong person, she will probably be in trouble forever. No, it would be better to play it safe, assume there's some good reason for all of this inane chaos and...
...and then the space shuttle, which was definitely not doing a spotlight thing, shoots something that lances through Optimus Prime's shoulder, and all the internal debates dissolve. Optimus Prime might be a screw-up, and he might even be an evil rogue, depending on what the slag is going on here, but Sentinel Prime just recently tried to make up with him, and she's not letting some ridiculous purple cowprint shuttle take him away from her.
She goes for her shield.
She doesn't have it.
Slag.
Scourge's strength has timed out, so Sentinel Prime is weak again, but she pulls the download of Scourge's plasma pistol, takes aim the way that Rodimus Prime showed her, and tries to put a smoking hole through that lousy shuttle's fuselage.
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Post by Override on Jan 4, 2012 12:38:23 GMT -5
Blast it, Blast Off got away from her. She curses quietly to herself as he fires the shot towards Optimus. On the other hand, this means that Override no longer needs to keep the fight close - a bad idea not to make use of her speed when she's dealing with a tank, anyway. She can't do that if she lets herself get pinned down, however. She grits her teeth and charges forward, through Brawl's weapons fire as she shouts, "Override, transform!" one shot takes out her headlight, another blows out her window, but she hits the floor of the arena in vehicle mode, wheels already spinning.
"I'm getting the feeling we're not having the same conversation," she observes almost absently as she starts to roll along the inside of the coliseum, picking up speed as she goes. This means, of course, that for the moment she's 'running' from Brawl, but she'll be back around to deal with him in a moment. In the mean time, might as well fire at any Decepticon that comes in view! Oh, hi, Vortex! There goes a few shots there. Who's next-?
Woah, woah, woah! "Elita?!" she yells as another figure comes into view. Better not fire at that one! At least not until she's sure the other's a zombie, anyway. At the moment, Elita seems to be shooting at Blast Off, but with Decepticons, who can tell?
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Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Jan 4, 2012 21:36:05 GMT -5
//Onslaught, are you...?// Blast Off starts to inquire, slight concern tinging through his normal frosty tones.
He's actually amazingly nimble, but in that moment, he is distracted.
The shot goes through one of his wings, and he wobbles in the air. Okay, so... no leaving the atmosphere or re-entering it today. Blast Off feels like a hangar queen. Duly, he re-stabilises his flight and draws a bead on the thin yellow fellow who fired that plasma bolt...
... Blast Off reports, //...that is Elita-1, Blackarachnia's former self. She is dead. I should know.//
//Unless they got a new one. Onslaught, ought I terminate her?//
For the time being, he tries to fire again on Optimus, who seems to be greatest threat out of this pack.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Jan 6, 2012 20:31:02 GMT -5
Onslaught doesn't reply, because he's still pretending to be in terrible agony. Besides, saying 'Yes!' is going to be so much more satisfying while delivered in a dramatic moment while inflicting grievous bodily harm.
//Oho! No, I am fine! But I have to commend you on that excellent shot, Blast Off old boy!//
Onslaught's only regret is that the laser didn't sever that blasted arm. But that's okay, he can do that all on his own. The second Optimus is down, he drops his charade, legs no longer kicking but springing to launch himself forward. The Combaticon manages to jump on top of Optimus, chuckling darkly as he punches the wound on Optimus arm, digging his fingers in and grasping the servos. "Oh, I agree." Okay, so he lets the 'Yes' mocking go, but this is so much better! Then he tries to reach for the remote first, only to be distracted by Blast-Off's report.
"What in the blazes!? Elita-1!?" Onslaught 'blinks' his optic band, looking up, soon spotting the other Autobot, and he sputters in dramatic confusion! "We did not resurrect that temporally displaced wench! Someone explain this malarkey to me right this instance! Was it you, Optimus? If so, by the Matrix chap, that is even more cold then what we did! Bloody good show!"
//Kill her, please. Again. Oh, and Blast Off? Please make certain that she stays dead this time, thank you.//
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Wrassling Optimus done with player permission.
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Jan 6, 2012 22:38:43 GMT -5
Jetfire is reaching out to embrace the thing that was once Sentinel Prime when Vortex's glue hits, cementing him into place. The glue sticks and burns, but he ignores it. He's built to tolerate heat and he's exactly where he wants to be. Now it's time to turn up the temperature and give his old commander a last blazing hug.
"Goodbye, sir," he says softly, resting his forehead against the zombie's chest, his shoulders shaking with emotion. Then his flames blaze hotter, brighter, his body turning black, and the ground beneath his feet begins to crack and blacken. It's a good thing the arena bottom is made of bare dirt, because the air around Jetfire is quickly becoming hot enough to make anything flammable spontaneously ignite.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jan 8, 2012 9:51:06 GMT -5
Wasn’t lighting zombies on fire generally a bad idea? Then again, this zombie didn’t want brains and was controlled with a joystick remote. It was also probably going to explode soon, considering the spectacular fire show kid was putting up. Which is really sad because it’d been a pretty nifty overpowered zombie in his humble opinion!
Vortex moves to intervene again but he’s promptly shot by Override.
“Hey!” he yelps at her. “I was just getting used to that window!” The grey mech leaps up and transforms into helicopter mode, kicking up a storm’s worth of dust with his rotors.
//Man, this is gettin’ t’ be a real resurrection party!// Vortex titters as he opens fire on Override, pivoting in the air to follow her.
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