Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 14, 2010 8:25:44 GMT -5
Mistwind drops into a fitting chair without so much a word; he observes the room, then Jetstorm, then Tarantulas.
He smiles, semi-approvingly.
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Apr 17, 2010 21:38:24 GMT -5
"I called you here to discuss strategy. Given yesterday's incident, it's clear that we'll need plans in place if we're to have any hope of combating the larger Autobots. We can't out-gun them, so we must out-think them." Tarantulas finishes speaking, and looks at Jetstorm and Mistwind, waiting for a response.
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Apr 20, 2010 11:31:42 GMT -5
Rattrap watches the sudden exodus with a neutral expression, peering carefully over his shoulder at the parting 'Cons only once they're well past him. Now what're they up to (besides no stinking good, of course)?
OOC: Skippable.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 25, 2010 9:25:13 GMT -5
---- Skipping Jetstorm due to timeout-----
Something dark glints in Mistwind's optics as Tarantulas says that they 'can't outgun them'. It should be different. Unfortunately it's not.
The child muses, "well, you can't take them head on.... they're much bigger, better armoured and for some of us, better armed too"
Despite that he looks seriously annoyed, Mistwind smirks, "teaming up with a big 'Con gives one nicer odds, though. But.... if I'm correct, there was none present when you fought an Autobot?" He nods, "we should get means to shut down a big one, or make sure they have something to focus on 'cept us, or else the only strategy you might have is to run"
And running away all the time doesn't make you so impressive, isn't that right, Mistwind?
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Apr 25, 2010 22:44:50 GMT -5
Tarantulas nods at Mistwind. "Having a larger Decepticon around would be a good strategy, but having to use the buddy system would limit our movements." The spider likes his privacy. He has a habit of doing things he doesn't want other people to see. "Shutting the Autobots down is a better option. Along those lines, I offer this: an enemy that cannot sense their environment cannot fight, and an enemy that cannot move cannot fight. As to giving them something else to focus on . . . " Tarantulas taps a claw on the felt absentmindedly. "High-quality holograms might work. If we all carried a few emitters for emergencies. That sort of thing wouldn't work more than a few times before they caught on though."
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Apr 27, 2010 20:31:56 GMT -5
Rattrap may not be able to get in the front door of that little private room – well, he could just walk in, but there are three guys who'd love to shanghai him in horrible ways behind the door and he likes being intact. He can bluff his way in, but Tarantulas is a sneaky, sick freak and could probably find a way to hit Rattrap with some cyber-venom the instant Rattrap looked at one of the other guys. Eight-eyes just has this thing for pumping his venom into anything that moves. If Rattrap didn't already know the guy was nuts, that'd make him question it.
And of course, Rattrap isn't sure what the other two can do just yet. Charging in blind with guns blazing is for stupid kids, slag-sucking saurians, and Wreckers. Rattrap is none of those things. He'll just have to find himself some other way to learn what the spider's holding a conference over.
OOC: Still skippable.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Apr 28, 2010 18:38:12 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry for posting fail.
"Being quiet and sneaky isn't exactly one of my stronger points," Jetstorm admits. "I only wish we could have a larger Decepticon at our beck and call. What a wonderful mental image of pointing one out at an Autobot and letting them tear them up."
Jetstorm gives them a bit of a wicked grin, "Perhaps increase our personal firepower to pinpoint certain areas of the Autobot body. Something practical that we can carry with us if your holographic idea doesn't work..."
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 29, 2010 12:30:43 GMT -5
Mistwind sinks back a bit, thinking. "ah, right, the value of independency" He murmurs.
At the mention of holographic technology, he nods, "There's an Autobot called Springer who has holographic emmitters. Quite convincing ones... at least, if he uses them correctly" smallest of smirks there. "We'd probably be better with them and speaking of such, I'm much more for deception and entrapment. Knock them Bots on their platings and make sure they are helpless."
He wonders, "I wonder if we could practice with Decepticons? Not to hurt, of course"
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Apr 29, 2010 20:50:59 GMT -5
"Having huge minions is always nice, but if we could do that we wouldn't need to be here. I don't know about the two of you, but I can't exactly pull rank and order a Decepticon to attend to me. I suppose there's always blackmail. Or mind control. Or constructing giant drones, though that would be a bit unfeasible in terms of the amount of raw materials needed." Tarantulas steeples his fingers and gets a far-away look in his optic band. "An upgrade to weapons systems is always an option, if a time-consuming one, given the nature of our current situation. Refinements to targeting systems, perhaps?"
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on May 3, 2010 10:19:36 GMT -5
"Well I only pull cargo, so I have a key interest in remaining off the Autobot radar, thanks. I'll gladly see any 'Bot dead, but a firefight is not my option." Mistwind decides.
"Of course, it might work just fine for you to be known as packing armor-piercing rounds" He smirks, "I think that I might just want to be able to lay down a grid that shuts down opposition. A way to have them run away at the sight of me, instead of the other way around. ..... like... radiation stripes?"
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on May 4, 2010 20:44:18 GMT -5
The beauty about clubs on these worlds is that there is going to be all kinds of ventilation systems to remove the smell of whatever contraband is being used in. And it's in the ducts of those very systems that Blackarachnia is right now, slinking through in Black Widow form.
Carefully she slinks into the club, sticking to the shadows on the ceiling. Yes, this is where Tarantulas said to be, all right, but she's not interested in obeying his every whim, despite what he might think.
And besides, she hasn't had a chance to have some fun yet--! And there's poor Rattrap. Aw, did he not get the invite? Doing her best to remain unnoticed, she makes her way down to the ground before transforming back to robot mode.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on May 8, 2010 21:28:25 GMT -5
Jetstorm leans back and taps a finger on his face plate. He is trying to think of anything that could help.
"We can't consider anything that takes too long to set up ahead of time, that would just be luring things into a trap. We can't always have traps ready," he muses before he throws his hands up.
"Slag if I know," he complains, before looking over. His scanners are alerting him to the fact that there's something with a spark nearby that isn't the rat. He frowns a bit to himself. "Did you invite another mech?"
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on May 8, 2010 22:52:11 GMT -5
Tarantulas's gaze flicks back and forth between the other two 'Cons as they speak. "Jetstorm is right. We can't always have a trap prepared because we cannot always decide the time and place where we'll fight." The he shoots Jetstorm a look. "I put a message on Ship's mainframe inviting all of our reasonably-sized allies here. It could be any of them. Or it might be a Maximal poking its nose where it doesn't belong." The spider's optic band narrows. "In which case, things may get noisy very soon," he chuckles.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on May 9, 2010 8:05:02 GMT -5
"....So no traps" Mistwind confirms. Well.... it's logical.
"What else?"
One might catch him eyeing the door cautiously.
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on May 12, 2010 11:49:34 GMT -5
Joke's on the guys looking at the door because Rattrap isn't about to commit suicide by strolling in that way. Maybe if he had Rhinox, Dinobot, and a snazzy robe, he'd stand a chance.
As it is, he's cosying up to the staff. His "date" was kind enough to favour him with some funds and Rattrap has been very strategic with his tipping waitresses and the bartender while he ponders just how important it is to crash this little Predacon party. It isn't really that important in the grand scheme, but how can he resist yanking the spider's chain?
"'Ey," he says as a busboy wanders past. Everyone knows everything in this sort of place. "How much does it cost ta reserve dat back room?" he asks, nodding at the door Tarantulas is hiding behind.
"Prolly more 'n you got," answers the busboy. Sulphur makes a lousy cologne. Rattrap grins all the same; he kinda likes this kid.
"Yeah, thanks," he mutters, setting down his empty glass – and a decently-valued note – on the busboy's tray. "Do me a favour and ask, wouldja?" The busboy blinks, then smirks and nods before he continues on to the kitchen. Rattrap leans back on his barstool and looks around, disinterested for the most part. He wanted to come down here and gamble, now here he is, embroiled in intrigue. Some luck he has. Maybe it's a good idea to avoid the tables tonight after all.
OOC: Still skippable.
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