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Post by Needlenose on Oct 17, 2008 20:13:45 GMT -5
Speaking of unfriendly jets...
Needlenose finally arrives on-scene, leading his contingent of Decepticons! True Decepticons! Real Decepticons! Except for the odd Predacon or Vehicon hanger-on that may or may not have accompanied him.
He already had the co-ordinates reported to him, so he's already speeding directly towards the trap.
//Sorry to keep you waiting, Duskwing. We were prepping for the party elsewhere.// he reports, low power over the Decepticon frequency. //Decepticons! And, uhm, others! Attack! Emirate Xaaron is the priority, but it's a trap, so be prepared for them to spring it!//
If only Needlenose knew he should be prepared for them to Springer as well!
OOC: Decepticons/Vehicons/Predicons who wish to claim it may be part of Needlenose's attack party. Just claim you were ordered along and pose-in. Once you've paired up with a fighting partner, please peel off into another thread.
Speaking of partners, if Springer's up to it, I'd like to call dibs on the Wrecker.
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Post by Springer on Oct 18, 2008 16:33:27 GMT -5
Springer cracks the General Band open with a smug grin in his voice - //Well, looks like the little jet brought some friends!//
He then runs out of his hiding place, skidding into a crouch, then leaping up high in the air. //So it would be rude of me to not welcome you all!// Bringing his rifle to bear, Springer showers the incoming baddies with laser fire. Once he hits the peak of his jump, Springer quickly transforms to chopper mode, taking off in another direction to try and bait them into following him, hopefully giving the ground guys a bit of an advantage by distracting the 'Cons.
---------- OOC: Why yes, I would like to fight Needlenose. =)
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Post by Duskwing on Oct 18, 2008 17:28:35 GMT -5
// You got it, Boss! // Duskwing waggles his wings in acknowledgement, then puts his wings over and into a power dive.
"Eat photons, Auto-scum!" yells the purple and blue Seeker, opening fire on the bright golden figure of Emirate Xaaron. He zigs and rolls to avoid Springer's fire as best he can, but his target--and his attention--is Xaaron. Needlenose gave the order, after all, and there's only a few things Duskwing likes better than an order to shoot an Autobot.1
Some of Springer's shots score the leading edge of a horizontal stabilizer as he jinks and rolls; he jags violently to one side in reaction--then launches a brace of cluster bombs toward Xaaron's quadrant. There's a good chance they're flung wide, and hit other targets--or explode harmlessly in sand and rock.
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1These things would include (1) being relieved from watch and not having any work to do, (2) being told he did a good job, and (3) finding easily-hidden valuable items lying around unattended, particularly if they are in the form of energon.
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Post by Stalker on Oct 19, 2008 3:51:35 GMT -5
Sorry Autobots, Spinister hasn't reformatted into a massive missile-carrying tank. Instead, one of the recent Decepticon arrivals trundles along, leaving massive tredmarks in the desert.
Autobots, say hello to Stalker. Rather than charging into the conflict, the massive pink and teal tank sits at the edge of the conflict, raising the platform the rocket is on to a roughly 45 degree angle.
//Hmm, this could prove fun...// the tank says over the short-range Decepticon broadband as the rocket powers up, the tip of it starting to glow green. However, the giant doesn't bother to start hacking yet.
He wants to wait until the best moment before letting loose his main weapon. Its more fun that way.
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Midnight-3
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Post by Midnight-3 on Oct 19, 2008 8:14:39 GMT -5
A large, ponderous black jet with blue-black wings rises from the desert canyons. Midnight-3 resembles the standard Cybertronian tetrajet, except that his wings are longer and wider and have ominous ovoid shapes attached to hardpoints, and his engines are bigger. He does not fly like one of the graceful tetrajet Seekers, though. He flies like a whale with wings.
Midnight sprays the general quadrant of incoming Evil Decepticon jets with laserfire, and adds, over the General Band, // Aww, Springer, don't hog 'em all for yourself now! There's enough to go 'round. //
Assorted Evil Decepticon jets, the like of which he knows he can't catch--his inadequacy burns in his core like bad fuel clogging his fuel pump; there must be someone he can engage before they dance away, laughing at his sluggishness!
Then Midnight spots the missile carrier trundling along the desert floor...
// Hey, y'all, is one of youse that there Onslaught-clone with the bad fashion sense, or is he one of Theirs? // he queries on the Alliance band.
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Post by Needlenose on Oct 21, 2008 7:11:42 GMT -5
Damn it! Needlenose said "spring it," not "Springer."
Needlenose ducks and weaves among the weapons fire, though some still peppers his nosecone anyway. Out loud, he shouts at the triple-changer, "Well, hey, if it isn't the welcome wagon! Didn't expect to catch you in this neck of reality!"
"Gotta tell ya', Springy, that old team name was a bit more fitting. The Wreckers... wrecked!" He laughs cruely as he fires a rocket at the Autobot. "Let's see if I just can't make 'Survivor' ironic, huh?"
OOC: Peeling off into a side-thread, 'Wrecking Mayhem'. Crossposting there.
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Post by Springer on Oct 21, 2008 17:15:51 GMT -5
Springer answers, firing his thrusters, cutting a hard turn to swing away from the rocket, shouting back at the Targetmaster: "Old name? It's still the Wreckers, always has been! We go where we're needed, and apparently this reality needed me to help these poor 'Bots out."
Oh, wait, that rocket is still gunnin' for him. Frag. Another boost, a sharp turn, and Springer transforms, bringing his forearms to bear, attempting to blast the RPG before it hits him.
He may be the Wreckers leader, but he's not a crack shot, so it isn't hit until the missile is right upon him, charring the paint on his arms and a bit of his front. He transforms back to chopper mode, rising back up. "Never heard of any 'Survivors', but I do suppose the name would be fitting of a guy like me" he says, showering Needlenose's general area with weapons fire.
Hnn...he probably needs to get the Mayhem on the ground...
---------- OOC: Following Needlenose, crossposting there.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Oct 21, 2008 18:50:19 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron is not particularly fond of the taste of photons, and between the shots from Duskwing and the cluster bombs, he does indeed take some damage.
He dives for one fo the hollows that he had scoped out earlier - flying down near it will be tick for an assailant, due to the glass and metal spikes left by the meteor's wake.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Post by Duskwing on Oct 21, 2008 19:09:57 GMT -5
Springer the Wrecker is off chasing Needlenose and isn't paying attention to Duskwing, which suits the purple and dark blue Seeker just fine. He's got a target to chase.
Duskwing dives low, then pulls up abruptly just before he would have plowed into the upthrust spikes. "Cheap tin-plate knockoff! Youse ain't gonna get away dat easy! Ain't no tunnels 'round here to dive into and youse short a few Wreckers!"
The Decepticon jet circles around and back, then transforms, hovering over the menacing terrain. He tosses off a few shots at random glints of sunlight on the obsidian and metal. The silver and gold robot has to be around here somewhere, and someone that shiny can't hide in broad daylight for long...
---- OOC: Out of thread as well
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Post by Stalker on Oct 22, 2008 21:38:10 GMT -5
Stalker doesn't show any sign of actually acknowledging Midnight-3, which probably means that he's against him.
Unfortunately, Stalker is focused on other things. His missile finishes powering up, and then glows green at its tip. A massive burst is fired into the sky as...
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Absolutely nothing of any consequence immediately happens. At least, visibly. Of course, any Autobots trying to communicate with each other on radio might find that something is interfering with their communications and replacing it with static...
OOC: Admin permission given to jamming. Also, the jamming continues as long as Stalker keeps firing his invisible ray of jamming
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Midnight-3
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Post by Midnight-3 on Oct 22, 2008 21:56:28 GMT -5
Midnight had just about concluded from the silence on his band that this Stalker wasn't one of the good guys when Springer kicked up a huge cloud of dust and sand, obscuring Midnght's view of the enemy missile carrier.
Then Springer got himself in a corner with two bad guys and shucks, watching his new buddy's back was a bit more important than worrying about the guy doing nothing under the sandstorm.
Midnight banked and zoomed toward the bad guy hosing down the entire freaking desert with laser fire. Funny, he looked a lot like their Misfire....
He's not yet aware that his radio has gone to hell in a ski gondola. ---- OOC: out-of-thread to join Springer
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Post by Skyfire-3 on Oct 23, 2008 18:57:17 GMT -5
Skyfire-3 flies fast and low over the desert, doing his best to not give anyone with long-range radar any kind of fair warning. Where he comes from, the enemy has all the best radar operators....
He's got a load of 'friends' riding with, too; it won't do to get them splashed along with his critically important hide. Skyfire-3 radios ahead on the Villain Band: // Skyfire here. I'm on the way back with a load of friendlies. We'll be pretty ticked off if you lot shoot me out of the sky, so avoid mixing me up with the imposter, 'kay? //
Wing-tip vortices raise dust devils as he shrieks over the desert sands. Hopefully the fight ahead is kicking up enough dust and smoke to mask his own trail from any eyes in the sky, or maybe Synapse has countered his counterpart. If not, well, that gives Skyfire something to do once he's offloaded his cargo. His hidden face smirks; a pet Synapse might be cute.
--- OOC: Skyfire-3 isn't here yet, but will be in a round or two.
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Post by Needlenose on Oct 23, 2008 22:09:21 GMT -5
OOC: Not staying in thread. Unless you're filtering the proper frequency, all those near the main desert battlezone risk being blinded.
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Post by Dead End-3 on Oct 26, 2008 20:06:24 GMT -5
Dead End-3 has his orders; he's to wait in hiding until Starscream-3 and the Nice Autobots arrive to close the backdoor on the ambush. He'd much rather be watching the Prince's back, but Dead End had to reluctantly concede that Starscream was right--he couldn't keep up with the jets in a dogfight, or flying at fullspeed. They needed him right here, waiting to support them.
He'll just have to watch Starscream's back when he arrives, and hope that the Prince doesn't get himself terminated on the way here.
That wash of static on the Alliance frequence was most unpromising. Now how would he know when they'd arrived, if they didn't drop down in plain sight? The entire battle might take place on the other side of the hill and Dead End would know nothing until Rodimus Prime arrived to incinerate him.
Dead End-3 waited....
--- skippable. Dead End-3 is waiting somewhere out of sight, waiting for either more good guys or more bad guys to arrive to join into the party.
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Post by Skyfire-3 on Oct 30, 2008 19:41:08 GMT -5
Jet engines thunder across the battlefield--not the high-pitched howl of a jet, but the ominous rumble of something much bigger and faster. A Skyfire has returned...
He spreads his wings in lower-speed mode and banks slightly, avoiding the obvious dust clouds marking vehicles and robots embroiled in combat or on the move. Skyfire finally notes a flat enough area to satisfy him and lowers his landing gear, cutting his speed and vectoring his thrust downward for a powered VTOL landing.
His wheels have barely touched down before the forward ramp begins to lower...
"Kup, Ironfire, Holi, and Bambi, you have been delivered to the battleground as per Prime's orders. Welcome to the party, hope you survive," says Skyfire drily.
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