Oracle
Minor
The future is always in motion.
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Post by Oracle on May 13, 2008 16:38:19 GMT -5
Dodging out of the way of Dead End's parting shots, Oracle almost doesn't see the first shots from the alternate Mirage until almost too late to move out of the way.
The second set of shots she almost accelerates right into avoiding the first set, and the final set...
Those she doesn't see until just soon enough to realize how badly it's going to hurt in just a moment and desperately twist to minimize the damage.
The one bullet tearing through her wing and shoulder, and the other through her back and out her chest were enough to make her falter in the air, but she kept going. The last thing she wanted was to stop and give the shooter another chance, or the Stunticons a reason to come back.
OOC: And out of thread.
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Post by Hook on May 13, 2008 19:21:09 GMT -5
Why, look, it sounds like Warfare was going to do an artillery barrage on the place Hook said he would level. The place Hook requisitioned Stunticons specifically to level.
Alcoholism: good lifestyle choice or best lifestyle choice?
Once the Stunticons have gotten themselves front and center, Hook removes two satchels of recovered Gillanese mining explosives and passes them to each of them. "I trust at least one of you remembers where and how to set these? As long as the power-receiving station comes down, though, I don't particularly care how you do it. Try not to die."
Hook gives such tear-jerking speeches.
"Mixmaster, it sounds like we're going to need a field hospital soon. Try not to add any injuries or damages to the wounded."
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Wheelie
Rookie
Can't sleep. Sharkticons will eat me.
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Post by Wheelie on May 13, 2008 21:24:34 GMT -5
It was getting harder for Wheelie to stay awake, but he also knew an opening when he had one. With a groan, he transforms and revs his engine, peeling out in order to try and flee.
((OOC: Not out of thread yet. Feel free to pursue.))
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Dead End
Major
Yes, we're all doomed. I already knew that.
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Post by Dead End on May 14, 2008 19:58:24 GMT -5
Dead End, having caught up with Hook, transformed and dutifully accepted the satchel charge from Hook. Though his face was expressionless behind the mask, Dead End's voice was dour as he said, "I doubt I can oblige. Stay far enough back that the high explosives plus artillery plus flying body parts don't damage you."
Dead End tossed the satchel into the air and transformed, catching it in his passenger compartment as he did so, then zoomed off towards the building--with his forcefields fully engaged.
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Post by Demolishor on May 15, 2008 9:25:48 GMT -5
"Hey! Outta my way!" Demolishor waggles his turrets up and down, the alt-mode equivalent of flailing his arms in irritation. "I'm trying to shoot the little thing, move it!"
By the time he's rumbled up and possibly shoved Wildrider out of the way, Wheelie's already broken his line of sight. He spins about on his spinny-turret-thing and rolls back towards Hook. "So what am I supposed to do?" he calls out, hearing everyone but him getting some sort of order. Some days he hates being slow in more ways than one.
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Wildrider
Cadet
Breaking hearts (and everything else) since 1985.
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Post by Wildrider on May 16, 2008 14:39:42 GMT -5
That's funny, Wildrider thought Demolisher got some orders: Go away.
Wildrider transforms in front of Hook the same time as Wildrider. He throws a (relatively) good-natured punch at Dead End's shoulder. "Aww c'mon, this is blowin' stuff up! You do this with me, and then I'll help you, I dunno, write poetry about how sad a raincloud is or somethin'."
He then makes a grab his own satchel, transforms and starts racing for the building when his brother takes off, chuckling quietly to himself.
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Mixmaster
Minor
The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 16, 2008 19:02:22 GMT -5
At Hook's words Mixmaster snickers and stows away the vial, moving on to absently check through the rest of his stock and his medical supplies as the Stunticons race away.
"I like that one," he comments in amusement on Wildrider before gancing at his gestalt-mate. "And I'm hurt that you don't trust me to do my best to care for the well-being of our dear comrades, Hook. Really."
Mixmaster grins at Hook, looks down, crouches, and fingers the ground beneath him curiously.
He then bounces to his feet moments later, gives Hook a cheerful wave, draws his laser pistol, and then wanders back a little ways to search for debris to use for shelter, or, unlikely as it was, a place available for shelter already.
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Post by Scourge (BW) on May 16, 2008 19:20:39 GMT -5
Scourge hears his orders on the radio. Most excellent orders, them. Wheelie was running away anyway. Stowing his sword, he transforms into beast mode and hops off to harass the Autobots.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Post by Hook on May 18, 2008 14:16:43 GMT -5
Hook doesn't trust insane chemists farther than he can throw them. And while it may stand to reason that since Hook can throw Scourge much farther than he can throw Mixmaster, then he obviously trusts Scourge more, that sort of logic doesn't work on Hook. "Unless you are from a radically different universe than I have previously been aware of, general experience suggests that the well-being of our comrades is rarely in your mind."
Like it's in Hook's mind either.
... Didn't Demolishor have orders? Or at least the ability to figure out what he should be doing? "Either bombard the power-receiving station or provide Mixmaster with an escort. I don't have time to hold your hand through this battle."
The roar of Omega Supreme's rocket taking off brings a smile to Hook's face. So Hellbender is injured. The mining worm did something useful in keeping Omega Supreme occupied with him instead of the Constructicons.
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Wheelie
Rookie
Can't sleep. Sharkticons will eat me.
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Post by Wheelie on May 18, 2008 15:20:20 GMT -5
If he were in robot mode, Wheelie would probably be panting, despite the fact that robots don't typically breathe. The jury's still out on whether or not this applies to Transformers.
Pouring on the speed, he begins to make his getaway.
((OOC: Out of thread))
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Dead End
Major
Yes, we're all doomed. I already knew that.
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Post by Dead End on May 18, 2008 17:42:39 GMT -5
Dead End screeched to a halt just outside the receiving station; not far away, two tremendous explosions thundered as Long Range's shells landed near the Autobase--or possibly on the Autobase. Dead End was concentrating on the problem at hand, and didn't see just where the big cloud of smoke and debris billowed up from.
"Long Range is firing here, next. Might want to hasten a bit, and do remember to turn on your forcefields," Dead End noted as he transformed and plucked the satchel out of his passenger compartment.
He looked at the building quickly--no time to study it for the absolute best spots to plant explosives, they'd just have to trust that Hook had packed in enough to make it go 'BOOM' and fall down anyway. There was probably enough in here to blow them all to smithereens before they could get away.
"Wildrider, drive on through and blow your satchel charge on the backside of the building. I'm dropping mine here." Dead End followed up his words by kicking in the (Gillanan-sized) front door, setting the timer and tossing his charge just inside.
"ONE MINUTE, GO!" Dead End yelled as he transformed and high-tailed it back the way he came.
-- OOC note: I leave it up to Wildrider to describe just when and how the building goes BOOM.
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Post by Demolishor on May 18, 2008 23:12:18 GMT -5
...okay, now Demolishor's pissed. He's been trying to follow orders and it's not his fault that by the time he heard the one thing Hook told him to do all battle the situation had already resolved himself. And he's had his head stepped on and there's people getting in his way and if there weren't Autobots around he'd probably consider shooting at the Decepticon target least likely to get him in trouble for it.
"Yeah, well, maybe I'll hold your hand! With lasers!" And yes, that didn't make a lick of sense, but Demolishor's too annoyed at the world to bother with sense anyway. He transforms and goes past Hook to get to Mixmaster. If the angle's right, he's going to add in a bit of passive-aggressive shoving. "Go shoot your own little orange things."
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Wildrider
Cadet
Breaking hearts (and everything else) since 1985.
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Post by Wildrider on May 19, 2008 6:19:08 GMT -5
"Dead End, you don't look like our maternal assembly-line, so don't try and sound like her, okay?" Dead End knows that an assembly line isn't quite how they came into existance, but he doesn't let a little detail like that stop him from snarking--albiet good natured--at his brother.
Wildrider isn't quite ready to run when Dead End sets his timer, but doesn't object. Given how lethargic Dead End can be at his worst, it's refreshing to see him in a more pleasant tone. It's not his area of expertise, but one doesn't gain the function of terrorist without seeing a few bombs, and how and where to set them. Utilizing what limited knowledge he has, he finds the best place he can think of to place the bomb, namely a place not opposite of where Dead End placed his, with the intent of weakening a side of the building, hopefully making the whole thing topple.
Charge placed, he transforms and races away, cutting things almost too close to Dead End's one minute window. As he races off, Wildrider's experience (or dumb luck) pays off as the two charges detonate within seconds of each other, blasting out load-bearing beams and causing the building to crumble to one side, showering anything near the building site with mortar and other building materials.
The Ferrari does a 180-degree turn to admire its work. "Sometimes? Life is good."
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Mixmaster
Minor
The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 19, 2008 8:20:21 GMT -5
Mixmaster twists around curiously when he hears a loud voice shouting nonsense behind him.
The chemist tilts his head at... Demolishor?, who appears, at least from this angle, to try and shove Hook...
Hook.
Mixmaster snickers and turns back to the debris he'd already found without waiting to see what resulted if the tank manages to actually shove his gestalt-mate, and nudges it into a pile absently. He then looks down the remains of a side-road-thing and sees a mound of rubble that looks promising.
The sounds of a very familiar rocket blasting off cause him to freeze mid-step and crouch lower for a moment, before he shakes himself and stands taller to tilt his head up and try to catch a glimpse of it.
Omega was finally leaving?
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Post by Hook on May 21, 2008 18:27:46 GMT -5
Getting jostled by larger, heavier, and above all, stupider Decepticons gets old after a while. It's as if they forget that, sooner or later, they all come under Hook's knives eventually. The Constructicon straightens himself, glaring at Demolishor's back as the tank walks away. That two-bit, mono-processing gamma-version has just earned himself pain so much sooner, though. All it takes is a quick radio call, and the matter is dealt with. It's unlikely that Demolishor will put two and two together, but giving that order makes Hook feel so much better. And then the power-receiving station explodes. Hook smiles like the cat who has gotten into the cream. Time to join Mixmaster in getting a triage-point cleared for incoming wounded, then. Hook turns on his heel and makes his way down the street in a slightly different direction than his gestalt-mate went. They'll keep in touch over the radio.
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