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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 9, 2010 17:26:15 GMT -5
Unfortunately, Guzzle doesn't yet know the Emirate that well, so the irony of the situation is lost upon him. Instead he snaps "Stop grinning and MOVE, SIR!" at Xaaron before climbing after him, waiting until Xaaron has a firm hold on the rope before taking a hold of it as well
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 9, 2010 18:52:55 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron is totally moving! He makes it up to the air duct and slips into it, scrunching himself around to offer Guzzle a hand up.
Below, there's the sound of Ramjet's head being torn off.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 9, 2010 19:54:10 GMT -5
Guzzle will never admit it, but the sound of hoses ripping, liquid spurting and metal grinding echoing up from the bottom has him gripping that hand a bit tighter. With the Emirate's help he climbs up into the airduct, though he has to wiggle around a little to fit in properly (freaking cannon). "Well, what are ya waitin' for? Lead on!"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 9, 2010 20:32:37 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron reminds sharply, "I was helping you up."
Now then, they just need to follow the twists and turns of the vents, taking the directions that get cooler and cooler, and they should take them to the outside of Darkmount!
Except there's Carnivac climbing the rope up behind them. Emirate Xaaron lets out a noise of frustration, pulls out that ceremonial dagger that he usually uses for when people need to remove their own hands (don't ask) that was last seen when butchering Tiny's mother (also don't ask), and he cuts the rope, sending Carnivac tumbling down the scaffolding and walkways with a snarl.
That done, he books it into the air vents.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 10, 2010 18:01:32 GMT -5
"Oh, right. Sorry." Guzzle coughs a bit nervously, but just when he wants to moves on, there's a Decepticon climbing up the rope. The Wrecker just groans in annoyance as he pulls out the Judge, ready to dispense some justice, but it seems that Xaaron is already on the case. When the rope is cut he can't help but look down the hole and see Carnivac plummet to his doom, grinning as he gives the other Autobot a thumbs up before following him into the air vents.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 10, 2010 18:46:36 GMT -5
Endless crawling through air vents is probably pretty tedious, especially if one is behind and therefore just has a view of skidplate the whole time.
Sounds rattle and echo, carried from far-off areas.
Emirate Xaaron seems rather nervous and twitchy as he crawls, making for the outer ring of Darkmount. Is he worried they're not alone?
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 10, 2010 19:51:26 GMT -5
Guzzle hears it as well, but he was expecting it. But for once, he is not eager to face the danger head on; too little room to move around in. Hell, his cannon comes close to bumping the ceiling of the vents as it is!
But it looks like they don't need to worry about guards intercepting them for long. The vents rumble as the sound of something big giving out can be heard by the two, shortly followed by screams of agony. "Heh. Sounds like the slag took out a support or two." Guzzle whispers with an eager tone in his voice, though he looks back occasionally, just to be safe.
"What's the worst that can happen? Looked to me like the pipe works and slag-moats for the meltin' pools go on pretty far." Maybe even under the entirety of Darkmount! By the Autobot code, Guzzle hopes so. Simulation or not, he'd love to see this place come crashing down and sink into a giant slag-lake. Hell, he'll probably ask a brainiac to program that for him later, so he can watch it happening from the sidelines with some oil, freshly drilled of course.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 11, 2010 15:30:56 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron pauses just a moment. Maybe he's listening to the screams as Darkmount floods?
Well, he is, but... "...we're not alone in here, Guzzle. Stay sharp."
Emirate Xaaron keeps going first, though. He doesn't even think about it. They should be close to the outer ring now, and then after a brief bit exposed to the air and the teeming legions of Decepticons fliers, it's just a harrowing run through the tunnels back to the nearest Autobase.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 11, 2010 16:18:04 GMT -5
"Heh. Of course not. Would be too easy."
Looks like they are in the outer ring, judging from the light at the end of the vents and the sounds of panicked Decepticons echoing around them, growing in volume as they come closer. But Guzzle, who can normally appreciate a good cry of terror, has something else on his mind.
He knows that they're being followed; there's the occassional scraping sound, but when he turns to look he sees nothing but the darkness of the vents. //I don't like this one bit, sir. What if that fragger's waiting for us to get out in the open, before calling his buddies on us?//
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 11, 2010 19:10:32 GMT -5
//Oh, probably. Hmm... what if we lured him here, threw him out the vent, and made a break for the underground in the confusion?// Emirate Xaaron muses.
Guzzle is going to get the impression that Emirate Xaaron enjoys coming up with random tricky plans on the fly. That is more or less accurate.
He says, too loudly, "Ugh, with this broken leg, I don't think I'm going to be able to make the jump, Guzzle. You may have to go on without me."
Will that bring their stalker running?
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 11, 2010 20:26:48 GMT -5
Oh, he does get that, but it's yet another thing that Guzzle appreciates about Xaaron. The Emirate had better be careful, though. If he keeps this up he'll turn Guzzle into a trigger happy fanboy who will never be happy unless the Autobot commander comes up with yet another 'stunt' that tops the previous one. At least there won't be any chances of the Wrecker painting himself almost entirely gold. For one the Emirate is not a Prime, but more importantly than that, Primus apotheosis is for chumps like Pyro. Guzzle is too much of a mech to fall victim too psychological malfunctions!
He catches on quickly, cursing vividly as he moves to drape the Emirate over his shoulder, guiding his hand to his cannon so he could hang onto that. "Would you stop your whining, sir? We made it too far for me to just leave you behind now, and I don't give a damn what I'll have to do to get you out of here. We are Autobots, and we leave no mech behind!" His tone is a bit less grizzled and more heroic, though Xaaron might notice that it makes him sound almost exactly the same as the Guzzle from his own reality...
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 11, 2010 21:05:00 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron is manhandled! And holding Guzzle's cannon. Good thing these are simulated Decepticons, or they'd skip trying to kill them and go straight to taking blackmail holographs.
The scraping and rattling noises get a little louder, but they're still hard to make out under all the pitiful screaming. Emirate Xaaron's audios are starting to ache!
And then, suddenly...
...lion! It's Catilla, who will be a good guy someday, but right now, is an evil lion who works for the Mayhem Attack Squad.
Emirate Xaaron lets go of Guzzle and shouts, "Guzzle, transform, now!"
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 13, 2010 11:14:01 GMT -5
What? You can't touch people's cannons anymore? It's safe really, just look out when one just fired, still being hot and all that.
There he is! Guzzle does as asked, dropping down and transforming. Two of his tank treads are still broken, but the others still work, allowing him to drive forward as fast as he can, leaving a trail of sparks in his wake.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 13, 2010 18:20:43 GMT -5
Catilla roars, "Hrm, your leg isn't broken at all - let me fix that for you!" and attempts to leap over Guzzle to pounce Emirate Xaaron. Catilla might take a shot or two from Guzzle into the underbelly during the leap, but he still manages to pounce Emirate Xaaron hard and rakes his claws into him, mauling the gilded Autobot.
Emirrate Xaaron can't help crying out in pain and concludes that maybe this wasn't the best idea - how quickly does Guzzle's turret rotate, anyway? As Catilla's jaws clench down on his leg, he gasps raggedly and instinctively tries to pull the leg back, retract it... and he just keeps retracting.
Shins slide over thighs, hips split and ratchet his legs along the sides of his torso, which splits, tucking his head inside and flipping out his turret onto his back, from which the barrel extends, arms compacting in and hands tucking in his lower arms, before stowing in his torso cavity.
Primus, argh, that hurts, and stupid Catilla still won't let go, now locked on the treads on his side! A bit flaily, his turret swivels around and the barrel goes crashing down, smacking the lion on the back, and he shouts, "Get off!"
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 13, 2010 19:14:01 GMT -5
Unfortunately, Guzzle doesn't have a turret, since he's pretty much just a giant cannon held up by four threads. Thankfully, he is still a great shot. Even if Xaaron whacking the lion with his cannon is distracting him a little. He has to give the Emirate creativity points, though.
//Sir, that's not how you use a cannon...// An orange glow starts to bubble up from inside the cannon until he fires a relatively weak blast at Catilla, enough to wound the Con but not kill him. After all, he has yet to turn good serve as a distraction. //...This is!//
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