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Post by Needlenose on Oct 21, 2008 7:12:13 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: Crossposted from Beseeching.
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Post by Springer on Oct 21, 2008 17:16:18 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: Crossposted from Beseeching.
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Post by Needlenose on Oct 21, 2008 20:03:29 GMT -5
"Oh, 'Survivors' were what the left-overs of your team were called after half of you were killed off in a mission and Emirate Xaaron abandoned the other half to their own business on Earth," Needlenose answers cheerfully. "He did tell you about that, right?"
Needlenose dives, trying to avoid the shots, but several pepper the top of his wings. From this angle Springer should be able to see: Needlenose has passengers! Human-sized passengers, from the looks of it.
Once he dives below the shots, he pulls up, rising once more towards Springer. This time he attempts to pepper the Wrecker with conventional energy weaponry, though from this position, it shouldn't be hard to drive him down, if need be.
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Post by Springer on Oct 21, 2008 20:21:17 GMT -5
"Nope, he didn't tell me that. That's all well and good with me, though. I never liked politicians and bigwigs all that much, and there's no Xaaron where I come from!"
Huh? Passengers? Maybe holomatter projections, but what good would those be in a place like this? Maybe something to try and keep Springer from striking out... Well, Springer won't fall for it! It's not like they could possibly be organics that are allied with the Decepticon!
And...Ow. Ow, ow ow, those shots hurt. Several nail Springer's underside, winding up on his robot mode arms and legs, and a bit on his robot insides as holes and scars in his armor. Once again, Springer transforms in mid-air to his robot mode, drawing out his sword. "Though, he did tell me a little about you! I suppose I'm gonna find out what one of those 'Mayhem' things fight like!"
If Needlenose doesn't dodge, Springer will cling onto him, and attempt to steer him to the ground. Jet Judo, Wrecker style. Which is really more of Jet Grapple. Or something like that.
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Post by Needlenose on Oct 21, 2008 21:46:09 GMT -5
The sword catches Needlenose in the underbelly, causing the jet to scream out. However, 'Jet Judo' may prove more difficult than Springer expects, however, because unlike the Seekers in the cartoon, Needlenose has no intention on staying in jet mode for this.
He pulls up as, flying as high as he can with Springer clung to him, then suddenly, transforms! "I have to say, I'm really enjoying this robot mode flight business," he chuckles. In the process of transforming, one of the humanoids in his cockpit leaps out and transforms. He catches that one in his hand, then aims it at the clinging Springer.
"Now. You really shouldn't have given me the chance to use Zigzag at point blank range." And then he fires.
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Post by Springer on Oct 21, 2008 22:23:49 GMT -5
Springer finds this situation not quite going how he planned. Darn Decepticons... "Yeah, that flight thing sounds kinda handy. Maybe I need to look into it..." he says, putting his rotor-sword away, boggling at Zigzag. Organic transformers? That transform into weapons? What madness is this?
"Y'know, that's a nifty toy and all, but I think I'd prefer to look at where I have solid footing..." he says, dropping from Needlenose.
However, he is not fast enough to drop totally out of range of Zigzag, and his left arm catches part of the blast. The Wrecker cries out in pain, totally losing focus on trying to land properly, as his attention is diverted to the pain. So much electricity surging through his arm, reaching out into the rest of his body--
Oh, wait, there's the ground.
KLUNK! Springer impacts the sand with a small spray of black silt being kicked up around him, as well as a load of griping and swearing as he stands back up, clutching his arm, the point where Zigzag struck a smoldering hole. The arm is useless for the time being, and Springer isn't faring too well himself. Sensors won't stop blaring at him that he's injured.
"Damn..." he mumbles, fumbling to draw his rifle out of subspace, and with some difficulty, changing the setting on it to secondary fire. With this, he aims at the ground, pulling the trigger and causing a whirlwind to form from the barrel. Springer stumbles around where he stands, using the small cyclone to cloud the area around him with sand and dust. Once there's appropriate cover, he stumbles around. The pain has to subside sometime...
And someone owes him an explaination.
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Post by Needlenose on Oct 22, 2008 7:21:18 GMT -5
"Toy?!" exclaims Zigzag, prompting a 'shush' from Needlenose. Targetmaster partners have their advantages, but boy, can they get noisy!
He transforms, returning Zigzag to his cockpit, and dives after Springer. Unfortunately, by the time he gets there, the Wrecker's already kicked up the dust, making it impossible to find him right off.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." Needlenose taunts, firing now and again (somewhat uselessly) into the dust, though as like as not missing anything of significance.
Now, see, if only he had someone along capable of showering amunition down on dust cloud like hail, someone, perhaps, who compensates for a lack of aim by firing a lot over a wide area...
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Oct 22, 2008 10:41:11 GMT -5
And look! Such a mech just happened to be ordered along on this expedition, though damned if he knows why. At least he's got a chance to be useful.
The interceptor had hung back at first, letting Springer and Needlenose have at each other. Partially because Misfire really didn't want to accidentally hit the Mayhem. More so because he knows well enough the rivalry between those two, even if this isn't the Wrecker they are looking for.
Now, though, he's needed. Misfire darts in, expertly dodging Needlenose's searching shots as Aimless sprays the area hidden by the dust cloud with several thousand shots in the space of just a few minutes.
One pass, then another, and Misfire loops out to loosely follow Needlenose, waiting for the dust to settle.
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Post by Springer on Oct 22, 2008 18:04:53 GMT -5
Okay...the pain is passing, slowly. Enough that Springer is slowly gaining the use of his arm. Looks like Needlenose is having trouble finding him, good...
Then, like rain, energy shots come flying in, scraping Springer across his front. He dives down once the wave passes, keeping very low to the ground, though that doesn't keep him from all the shots.
Slag, this is gonna be harder than he thought.
Good.
Springer grins, rising up enough to transform to armored car mode, tearing out of the back of the dust cloud, cutting a wide arc around to where he can see the pair. He transforms, pulls out his rifles, and spams their general area with laser fire before transforming to car mode again to try and dodge whatever gets shot back at him.
Thankfully, that should be possible if Needlenose keeps using Zigzag.
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Post by Needlenose on Oct 22, 2008 21:13:55 GMT -5
"Welcome to the party, Misfire!" Needlenose shouts as part of the standard, 'A new character has arrived on the scene and therefore their name must be shouted so viewers at home can identify them' sequence. "Seems like you upset Springer, though! He's trying to leave early!"
With that, Needlenose, still in jet form, jets after the car, considerably decreasing the likelihood he'll use either Zigzag or Sunbeam. He tilts back and forth as Springer stops to fire at him, though can't avoid all shots as several pepper his underside.
"Now that's more like it," he answers cheerfully in response to the weapons fire, returning fire with another rocket of his own, this one unguided as he tries to just take advantage of his speed.
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Midnight-3
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Post by Midnight-3 on Oct 22, 2008 22:01:56 GMT -5
Springer's being chased by a rather bloodthirsty Needlenose and a Misfire. Probably not theirs, unless they are terribly confused about their targets. Besides, Midnight didn't remember them coming over with the main force.
He double-checks over his radio anyway--or starts to, and gets a blast of static. "Well, slag!"
Slag it. He may be slow in the air, but he can add up two and two. He fires both lasers at Misfire as he comes up behind the Decepticon, hoping to knock him out of the fray quickly.
Too bad Springer's the only one on the ground. Midnight-3 has a load of ordinance he's just itching to drop on someone...
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Post by Optimus Prime on Oct 23, 2008 3:18:05 GMT -5
Chasing behind Midnight is A quasi-futuristic semi-truck, racing towards Springer's aid. It might look vaguely familiar to some of the gathered Decepticons. "Midnight, I'll take this one, help Springer out!" The semi-truck calls out.
In a flash, the underbody becomes blue legs as a cab becomes a torso. It's, well, it's Optimus Prime.
His mouth disappears behind his protective visor as he extends his forearm at Misfire, as a grappler launches, hopefully aiming to snag onto the Decepticon and bring Optimus to the enemy.
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Post by Bumblebee-3 on Oct 23, 2008 3:23:37 GMT -5
The 'good' Midnight gets his wish as the Bumblebee he knows enters the fray. Dust kicks up
However, there is no radio. How is this Bumblebee going to identify himself either way? Well, he's now crappy and rusted. That means he's the good one, right?
Oh look, he's racing towards Springer. Yup, getting closer. Clearly he's going to aid his fellow Autobot!
Or perhaps just plow into Springer mercilessly, since that is certainly what he is trying to do, whether he succeeds will depend on how quickly Springer cottons on to what this Bumblebee's game is.
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Post by Misfire on Oct 23, 2008 10:19:56 GMT -5
"Happy to be of service, Needlenose," Misfire answers, though a bit less cheerfully than the Mayhem's greeting. Fighting be serious business to the gaudy jet, especially when he's engaged with a Wrecker. "You want help, or want me out of the- well, hello there."
Radar is a wonderful thing. But the distraction means he takes a few hits from Springer that he should have avoided; thankfully, they're nothing that can hinder his maneuverability.
He flips backwards and over Midnight, avoiding the other jet's laser shots and returning fire at the same time. Misfire's intention is to wind up behind Midnight; however, it's while in the midst of the maneuver that Prime's (Optimus fraggin' Prime!) grappling hook latches onto one of the wingtip protrusions on his front.
"You want to hitch a ride? Alright then."
Misfire takes off at his top speed, hopefully dragging Optimus (he's rather smallish, isn't he?) Prime through the air after him The agile interceptor is going to put his unwanted passenger though his full library of maneuvers, and if he manages to smack Prime into Midnight in the process, all the better.
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Post by Springer on Oct 23, 2008 20:33:31 GMT -5
Oh, boy, another rocket!
Springer accelerates, escaping being hit by the explosive, but the explosion causing him to fishtail in the sand. He cuts his wheels one last time, transforming and rolling along the ground a few times, stopping in a crouch.
Okay, there's the rookie Optimus, and what looks like the strange version of Bumblebee. Springer attempts to use the radio for identification, but is hit with static. That's no good... And...the 'Bee is driving at him, at a very high speed. So, Springer jumps out of the way. "Hey! I'm all for busting the 'Cons up, but you don't have to try and drive through me!"
Springer shakes his head, pulling out a pair of rifles, turning them in Needlenose's direction. "As for you, I'm not here to impress you, Needlenose. I'm here to drive you off. Thought you'd know that, since you seem to know me so well..."
Pay attention, Midnight. Perhaps Springer can keep Needlenose distracted long enough.
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