Silverbolt
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Post by Silverbolt on Dec 20, 2009 23:14:17 GMT -5
Day 3 thread. Anybody's welcome.
Pz-Zazz. Never before had Silverbolt heard of such a place. So full of villainy and corruption. It was as if one could almost smell the scum oozing through the air when they stepped out of their ship to explore the dank and drab planet. Or perhaps it was just sewage...Either way, it was disgusting.
What was an upstanding noble bird-dog such as Silverbolt doing on such a planet. Why, he hoped to put an end to their to their vile ways and show them how to live better. Or die trying...wait not that. The opposite. At any rate, Silverbolt was hear to fight against crime with a vengeance. Bird-dog vengeance.
Silverbolt himself was in his beast mode, his right claw to his forehead as he scouted out any hint of villainy. He would clean it up this city planet. In the optimistic Maximal's mind, Pz'Zazz was not beyond saving.
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 21, 2009 19:40:56 GMT -5
The shuttle down to the Pz-Zazz was a piece of junk. Tarantulas had been pleasantly surprised when it didn't burn up on re-entry. But then, you get what you pay for when you stow away in the cargo hold. Sometimes being smaller than everyone else has its advantages.
Presently the spider-former is in an electronics store, looking for scientific supplies small enough for him to use. He doesn't have the money to pay for them, but paying for the things he wants never crossed his mind. He browses the aisles in robot mode, one claw thoughtfully resting against his chin when his internal computer pings. Anyone in the store near him might hear him mutter "One of the arachnoid drones I left at the spaceport has picked up a familiar energy signature. Now I wonder who that could be? Display video feed." His optic band glows blue as he looks through the tiny automaton's eye. Then it widens. "Silverbolt? Here? Oh this is too delicious!" He cackles, shifting into his half-assed motorcycle mode and tearing out the door and down the street, toward the bird-dog, laughing all the way.
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Post by Silverbolt on Dec 21, 2009 20:20:23 GMT -5
After about ten minutes (give or take) of scouting, Silverbolt seemed to find a crime to be dealt with on every corner. He barked at a couple of street urchins trying to steal some poor woman's purse and frighten off a couple of shady looking cretins making an even shadier looking deal in an alley way by shooting a couple of missiles near them. He lectured some young miscreants on the dangers of jaywalking. Though he felt good about what little positive influence he could spread on others, something didn't quite feel right...
Someone was tailing him, he could smell it. It was a familiar smell too. He couldn't pinpoint it, but it was surely rotten. It wasn't until his pursuer was in close enough to let Silverbolt hear the mad cackling that he knew who he was dealing with. It was one of the Predacons from his universe, Tarantulas. From what he remembered of the spider during the short time he was with the Predacons, he was one of the 'transmetals', having a third mode of a motorcycle, and seemed to laugh almost constantly. other than that, he didn't no much about him.*
Noting that there were civilians afoot (who may or may not be innocent), Silverbolt decided to head off in a direction where there weren't too many passersby who could potentially get hurt. Hopefully, the spider-bike would follow.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Dec 21, 2009 21:08:06 GMT -5
Corruption? Theft? Down right nasty deals? Dramatic dealing-with when somebody messes up?
"Somebody pinch me, I must be dreaming!" Jetstorm shouted in delight as he threw his hands up and spins in a circle. He hugs himself and then darts down from the landing spot of where the shuttle landed and into the city. He fills his optics with the sights and sounds of a place that he just seems to fit in quite well. He stops to chat with a being on the sidewalk, finding out what's what, before darting back off.
But suddenly, something irks him. Something disgustingly familiar. It's the beeping of a Maximal spark in his tracker system. He sighs, rolls his optics, and then darts down, looking around. Perhaps he could stir up some trouble, and enjoy the possible fights that could come form it.
Jetstorm blasts down, trailing the signal. "This should be fun," he says, ending his statement with a deep chuckle.
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 21, 2009 21:34:15 GMT -5
Tarantulas does follow Silverbolt into a less populated area . . . but not as a spider-bike. He stops his cackling and folds up his wheels, switching to beast mode and clinging to a wall trying to get a visual on Silverbolt without being seen in return. At hearing the noise of jet engines from above he casts his eyes upward, spotting an unfamiliar angular blue figure, similar in size to himself, who also seems to be heading toward the fuzor. He rubs his forelegs together gleefully. "More players should make the game more interesting."
//Tarantulas to any Predacons or Decepticons in range. I'm stalking a lone Maximal from my reality, Silverbolt, at [coordinates]. Have not engaged as of yet.//
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Silverbolt
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Post by Silverbolt on Dec 21, 2009 22:01:47 GMT -5
The laughter stopped as did the approaching sound of Tarantulas's wheels approaching him. Looking back, Silverbolt did not see the spider bike, though he could still smell him. Silverbolt then flew towards the top of a nearby building, shouting, "Maximize!" as he landed on the rooftop.
Drawing his two front feathers out and holding them as clubs, Silverbolt pointed the in the general direction of the Predacon's odor. "Show yourself, spider!" Silverbolt growled. "I know you're around here somewhere!"
As Silverbolt spoke a sight caught his eye. It appeared to be a blue vehicle flying towards his direction. Or in other words; trouble.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Dec 21, 2009 22:31:14 GMT -5
Jetstorm lands (or comes close to it), just nearby of Silverbolt, "Oh look, a lost little Autobot. Aren't you a bit out of your territory? ... Whatever you are." He cocks his head to the side and then looks disgusted, "And you're so organic it makes me sick to my fuel tanks!"
Jetstorm transmits on short range as reply to Tarantulas, //I'm looking at the absolutely disgusting thing now. For the love that is all and Vehicon, it is DISGUSTING and UGLY.//
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 21, 2009 22:43:11 GMT -5
Tarantulas skitters down the wall he's on, then creeps quietly back up the wall of the building Silverbolt and Jetstorm are atop.
//Keep him distracted. I'll try and sneak around behind him,// he replies on the short band. Tarantulas considers informing Jetstorm of Silverbolt's combat capabilities, then decides it's more fun not to.
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Silverbolt
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Post by Silverbolt on Dec 21, 2009 23:18:48 GMT -5
The small vehicle, which now appeared to be some sort of jet, transformed in front of Silverbolt and promptly insulted him and his organic parts. "I am only dispensing some justice," Silverbolt stated, quite disgusted with Jetstorm's disgust. "I know as a Decepticon the concept is quite foreign to you, but I assure you, justice is a good thing for this planet." As he spoke he narrowed his optics, smelling the Tarantulas's scent as it closed in. Silverbolt gripped one of his his clubs tighter as he made a call to the broadband and prepared for combat...
//I seem to have run afoul of a Predacon from my reality named Tarantulas and a small blue jet Decepticon I do not know.//
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Dec 21, 2009 23:46:28 GMT -5
Jetstorm looks to be yawning, fake-polishes the ends of his claws against his chest and then glances over, "Oh are you quite done? You were so boring I forgot you existed," Jetstorm rolls his optics and shakes his head, "And I'm a Vehicon, so I'd guess it doesn't apply to me even further! Ha! This planet is a wonderful, glorious place."
// He's got his head so inflated with some idea of justice I don't think he'd ever see anything coming. //
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 22, 2009 0:14:43 GMT -5
The legs are the first thing to appear as Tarantulas crawls up the building, pulling himself over the ledge onto the rooftop. Once he's fully on the roof, he shouts "Tarantulas, terrorize!," shifting to robot mode and drawing his web pistol on Silverbolt. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way Maximal. Personally I prefer the hard way," he cackles.
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Silverbolt
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Post by Silverbolt on Dec 22, 2009 0:32:36 GMT -5
"Well, Vehicon," Silverbolt said, taking note of yet another faction. "I am quite sorry to hear that, but-" Silverbolt doesn't finish the sentence as the transmetal spider finally reveals himself and transforms. After the spider speaks, Silverbolt answers with, "A villain like yourself always does." Silverbolt then takes a battle stance as he prepares to fight both the Predacon and the Vehicon until backup arrived, raising a feather club/missile in each of the Con's direction as if he intended to throw them if they so much as twitch. Some would call this brave. Others would call it foolish. In Silverbolt's case, it just might be both.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Dec 22, 2009 11:50:31 GMT -5
"You know what's even worse about you? You feel disgustingly familiar, and I've never seen you before," Jetstorm glares at him, optic band narrowing. He clenches his fist, moving it close to his chest as his gun on his arm hums softly in charging.
"You honestly think attacking us will prove smart? Ha!" He snickers, but still watches him.
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 22, 2009 13:17:15 GMT -5
Tarantulas doesn't twitch. He stays perfectly still. As an ambush predator, he's good at it. He does, however, transmit on the short-wave to Jetstorm.
//I say we capture him, torture him for information, then drop off what's left of him with the local authorities on trumped-up charges. We're on opposite sides of him, so you'll want to move out of my line of fire. I'm Tarantulas, by the way.//
To Silverbolt, he says "You really think you can take both of us on? One of us you're unfamiliar with. He," and he nods at Jetstorm "could have some sort of fold-out chest cannon that could kill you in one shot for all you know."
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Silverbolt
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Post by Silverbolt on Dec 22, 2009 14:10:32 GMT -5
Oddly enough, the Vehicon seemed familiar to Silverbolt too, and he certainly hadn't seen Jetstorm or any Vehicon for that matter before. Turning his head towards Tarantulas, he nodded slowly, "Perhaps you are right..." he said, slowly. "But I am willing to take that chance!!" Silverbolt said, tossing one feather club/missile in Jetstorm's direction and tossed the other at Tarantulas. Given his limited choice of options, this was probably his best bet. If the missiles did not hit them, then the explosion it would caused once it hit the surface of something would make a good distraction at least.
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