|
Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Jul 30, 2010 17:45:17 GMT -5
Impactor hadn't intentionally 'stolen the kill' - from his position in the hallway that he'd fired from, he could only see Macabre, not the other Autobots. Not that it really matters - the best response Guzzle could have hoped for, even if Impactor had been near enough to hear the muttering, would have been, 'Get over it.'
But since he doesn't hear it, instead he continues to fix Xaaron with a optic-narrowed glare.
"I can tell what this is!" he snaps, waving towards the pits. "I was around for the first botch-up!" Actually, the mission itself went down rather well. It was the aftermath that was the headache. "No, I was talking about the hard-light sim. But since I don't expect a real answer from you anyway, I'm going to head off." He turns and heads back down the same hallway he had appeared through, departing with an absent wave towards them. "But have fun livin' in the past."
Later on, he's going to be pretty surprised when he learns that the strange Minibot that was hanging out with Emirate Xaaron is a Wrecker.
OOC: Out of thread. This was just a cameo!
|
|
|
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 30, 2010 18:17:56 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron doesn't overhear Guzzle's mutter, because he's busy looking around nervously for enemies.
He agrees, "Right, we need to get down to ground level and then down beneath the pools to start shutting off the drains. The smart way to do it would be either timed charges or radio controlled charges, to give time to get our targets trapped above, but-"
Huh, Impactor is flouncing.
Looking perfectly innocent, like he has no idea what Impactor is talking about, Emirate Xaaron shrugs and continues, "-but I don't have any such charges on me. So unless you do..."
He starts moving swiftly towards a ladder down. Maybe Guzzle is doomed to follow old Autobots around and climb ladders?
|
|
|
Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Jul 31, 2010 8:54:30 GMT -5
Guzzle once again looks dumbfounded as he watches Impactor just walk off after his little rant. "The frag is his problem?" He wants to add 'Are all Impactors aftholes' but decides against it at the last moment. Xaaron probably wouldn't appreciate it, after all. Speaking of the Emirate, he's talking and climbing down a ladder! Oh, and don't worry Xaaron, Guzzle only has a problem with old bots if they kill his friends and are then pardoned for it.
The Wrecker is quick to follow Xaaron, climbing down with one hand while he keeps the Judge ready, just in case, his optics already looking around for any sign of trouble. "No I don't, sir. But I'm sure we can improvise somethin'. We'll probably have to run our afts off, though." Guzzle spots a guard who's already raising his weapons at them, but a few shots of the Judge is enough to ensure that he takes a dive into the pools with a rather satisfying sound. As terrible as these things are, it'll never get old watching Cons falling into them.
|
|
|
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 31, 2010 11:34:39 GMT -5
"I'm his problem" Emirate Xaaron answers dryly.
He touches down on the ground level of the Smelting Pools, on that perilous rim around the molten smelt and steps aside, adding, "Running like blazes was always a critical part of the plan." He looks over at the dead guard for a moment thoughtfully. "We may be able to salvage some explosives off a corpse, but not now - we're too exposed. Once we're below, down at drain level."
The splash into the pool attracts attention of the sort that Emirate Xaaron would rather not have, and he makes a dive for a staircase down, narrowly under the path of laserfire.
|
|
|
Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 2, 2010 7:59:45 GMT -5
Okay, while the splash was satisfying, the laser fire is pretty much the exact opposite. Guzzle pulls out the Judge again, ejects the old clip and slams a new, bigger one in, and then starts firing even as he runs after Xaaron, yelling "LASERS!? HA! EAT FRAG ROUNDS!". Sure enough, the rounds explode with an impressive force as they hit home, making the guards either duck for cover or suffer rather nasty damage. Guzzle is having the time of his life, until the Judge goes 'click'.
"Oh, fraaaa-" Guzzle can't even finish his sentence, the guards opening fire again, making Guzzle stagger as some hit home. No sense in reloading and suffering even more damage, especially when he's so close to the staircase, so he pretty much starts running again and then makes a dive for the staircase. He rolls down the staircase before finally he comes to a standstill, groaning in annoyance as he climbs to his feet. "Hngh, that could have gone better..."
|
|
|
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 2, 2010 12:15:58 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron offers Guzzle a hand up an tries to pull him closer to the hallway wall, urging Guzzle, "One side!"
There are guards chasing them down the staircase and other guards in the lower drain area rushing at them. Emirate Xaaron steps right into the middle of this. Unstoppering a bottle of soap, he splooshes it over the staircase - and the guards promptly go spilling down the steps, colliding with the other set in a tangled heap, and Emirate Xaaron steps back to the wall, just out of the way.
Emirate Xaaron smirks and then looks over at Guzzle hopefully. Could Guzzle maybe violently murder the tangle pile before any of them get up and kill them both? Because they're going to get up fast.
|
|
|
Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 2, 2010 13:19:37 GMT -5
Guzzle eagerly takes the hand. The sooner he gets up, the sooner he can run away from those trigger happy guards, after all!
He reloads as he moves to run ahead, but is rather puzzled by what Xaaron does. Once he catches on though, he quickly moves out of the way, just in time to dodge the sliding Cons who collide against the other group with a rather satisfying sound of rattling armor.
Why yes, Xaaron, Guzzle can do that! The tankbot grins before turning to the group and starts yelling violent gibberish as he jumps on top of them. The sudden colliding weight sends the Cons falling right back down, allowing Guzzle enough time to stand up before some of the Cons start trying to do the same. But a quick stomping on the back of the head and a bullet fix that! But what's this? More Cons trying to get up? Can't have that!
Guzzle starts randomly firing into the pile as he tries to balance himself on the wings of a dead Seeker, fuel seeping out of the bullet holes and mixing with the soap. Only when all Cons lay silent and have quite a few bullet holes riddled along their corpses, does Guzzle hop off, giving Xaaron a nice big thumbs up.
|
|
|
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 2, 2010 19:41:59 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron thinks he's seen something similar involving a mecha-bull at the State Games. He also briefly wonders if there is a market for a Wrecker Calendar, seeing Guzzle covered in soap and fuel, riding a pile of Seekers, like that.
...right, back to the mission, before his train of thought completely jumps its tracks and tries jumping something else.
Emirate Xaaron shoulder-check a door, which is at least something he can hit, and after a few tries, he batters it down. Some geeky-looking tech boy Decepticons turn, stunned to see Emirate Xaaron, of all Autobots, breaking into the drain area.
He's not stunned, and he flings the door at them. It misses, but it sends them scattering.
|
|
|
Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 3, 2010 15:38:39 GMT -5
....What's so appealing about a greased mech, and jumping something else? Who, him? What, does Xaaron want to use the greased up Guzzle as a sled? And he thought Farlane did weird stuff...
Guzzle runs after the Xaaron, letting goldy-boy make himself feel useful by barging down the door. When he's through Guzzle is quick to follow, giving the Emirate backup and already opening fire on the scattered tech boys. He leaves one alive though, snarling "Move and you're dead" before glancing at the Emirate. "Think we can use him, sir?"
|
|
|
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 3, 2010 20:36:02 GMT -5
No. Guzzle is not Rosebud. That would just be strange.
Emirate Xaaron doesn't seem perturbed by Guzzle slaughtering the equivalent of Decepticon civilians. Because they're still Decepticons, and the moment he turns his back on him, they'll try to kill him.
The tech whines, clearly terrified, "But the Mayhems will kill me!"
"Yes," Emirate Xaaron agrees. "But my Wrecker will kill you first."
The tech's optics widen, and he sputters, "Is he!? Really!?"
"Yes again," Emirate Xaaron agrees cheerily. "Now, you're going to shut down all the drains."
"But that will flood the... oh..." The tech looks at Guzzle's gun again and asks in a small voice, "Can I work the buttons, at least?"
|
|
|
Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 4, 2010 7:30:01 GMT -5
Xaaron acknowledging Guzzle as a Wrecker just makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside. Of course, killing the techy would make him even happier, so the geek better do as they say.
"Yeah, you can. NOW MOVE IT!" Guzzle snaps, the laser sight of the Judge dancing up over the Decepticon's frame until it came to rest between his optics, just to make a point. "And no funny stuff, or you'll wish that you were left to the Mayhems!"
|
|
|
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 4, 2010 10:37:13 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron watches the monitors carefully, trying to make sure that the tech is actually doing as told. The fellow is definitely shaking in fear as he works over the controls. Almost done now...
Emirate Xaaron smiles as he can actually hear the system backing up, and he notes briskly, "Our little helper here has doubtless called for backup, but I'm sure his fuel tank will make a fantastic improvised explosive."
The Decepticon looks up abruptly, flinching, and he pleads, "But you said..."
|
|
|
Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 4, 2010 15:18:12 GMT -5
Guzzle happily listens to the creaking of metal and if he wasn't holding a gun, he would have been rubbing his hands together gleefully.
Then Xaaron ruins the mood.
The Autobot turns to look at the Emirate, not quite what to make of what the Emirate said. "Oh, okay." But then he shrugs it off, jumping over the railing and grabbing the techy by the head, slamming his head down on the console and pressing his gun against his helmet, squeezing the trigger a little...
"...Sir, the fuel tank won't be enough. We'd be better off taking my remaining frag rounds and rigging something up with that. Sides..." He doesn't let the Con's helmet go, but he does pull on it so that the techie is standing up straight, giving him a 'Don't try anything' look before turning to the Emirate again. "It'd be easier having this guy opening any locked doors in this way then trying to bash them down ourselves."
|
|
|
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 4, 2010 15:56:07 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron did say that this run would tell him what he needed to know about Guzzle, and he gives Guzzle a rather thoughtful, searching look at his suggestion. So there are lines that even Guzzle doesn't want to cross. That is... a good, thing, actually. Keeps them at least somewhat separate from the Decepticons. However, it it a limitation all the same, and it is something that Emirate Xaaron will need to plan around.
So he just says softly, "He'll betray us as soon as he can."
Emirate Xaaron shakes his head, tears the control panel off the console, and starts moving back towards the staircase. He doesn't explain what they're up, to, because Guzzle seems to want to keep that tech alive, and he can't risk divulging his plans in front of the enemy.
|
|
|
Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 4, 2010 19:21:44 GMT -5
Or it's possible that Guzzle is delibrately hesitating to make Xaaron think better of him. Considering the Autobots of his home reality, it's a definate possibility.
Guzzle's next action doesn't exactly help with that either. He looks at Xaaron, but then he doesn't even hesitate as he offs the tech before running after the Emirate. "I have one clip of frag rounds left, sir. That should be enough to bust open the drains." The Wrecker keeps the Judge ready, optics darting around, looking for any guards that were sure to come, any second now...
|
|