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Post by Dr. James Hook on Jul 24, 2010 14:42:55 GMT -5
Day 24 - Junkyard on the outskirts of one of the Pz-Zazzian cities (yes, they have more than one city). Just before midnight. Open
OOC: Medical/science/engineering 'cons would specifically be invited here to compete, and I think that they are Screwdriver, Blackarachnia, Tarantulas, and Oil Slick. Hook wouldn't pick Screwdriver as his second, but her player still might want to play her here. Hook has not specified whether or not pre-built equipment is allowed and has not mentioned if the junkyard has been seeded with useful parts or not. Needlenose would be invited to co-judge. Normal Decepticons would be invited to show up as audience or minions. One of the hallmarks of a good mad engineer is, after all, the ability to dragoon random people into a project. Autobots and their tiny kin can try to snoop on the proceedings, claim they followed a 'con here if they work it out with his or her player, but if the 'cons notice someone not their own here... it could get rather creatively ugly. Think Alligaticon ugly.
Witching hour approaches, the time when all the little charnel house chemists, scorned science officers, sneaking spiders, and twisted toymakers can come out and play and be witnessed by their less creative cousins and their peers who hold judgement in their hands.
Hook has managed to set up a rather fancy judging stand out of late-model landspeeders, and he's filleted door panels just so to make decorations like Decepticon half-snowflakes to hang off the 'table'. He's made a few sets of stools, since real Decepticons with real alternate modes (stupid science fiction ray guns) can't sit on normal chairs. His purple lightsaber, as seen in "City of Steel", sits on the table, inactive.
There are also something of audience bleachers, hewn from the husks of buses. Hook has been busy, but more than that, he has been quick, as much as it pains him, as they only have this junkyard for a 'demolition derby' for but one night.
Now, come out and play.
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Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Jul 24, 2010 16:11:20 GMT -5
The snarling sound of a motorcycle engine fills the air as Oil Slick pulls into the junkyard, shifting into robot mode as he enters the open area. He's curious about this event, though a bit apprehensive - he's more of a chemist than an engineer, though he knows a bit about repairing his fellows.
At the very least, it will be entertaining and an excuse to have some science-flavored fun. Maybe the demolition derby aspect will actually enter into it - Oil Slick can only hope.
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Post by Needlenose on Jul 24, 2010 20:03:07 GMT -5
Needlenose is, indeed, here as invited. In fact, he's flopped rather casually in a seat next to Hook's, legs propped up on the table and leaning against another piece of junk behind him. Because he may have wings that make some chair designs awkward, but he can still lean on things!
"Sooooo, Hook," he murmurs, voice low, "any... special rules that I need to know about as judge that you don't really want the participants to hear about?"
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Screwdriver
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Post by Screwdriver on Jul 24, 2010 20:09:00 GMT -5
A second motorcycle arrives on scene, though it arrives more with a rumbling 'brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr' noise than a snarl, since it's driving on normal roads on the tips of spiked wheels! Screwdriver transforms into a forward flip, then lands nimbly on her feet in a crouch before straightening up. She then straightens to her full (rather short) height and proclaims, "A builder came to them and offered to make a stronghold so excellent that it would be safe and secure against cliff giants and frost ogres, even if they got inside Midgard! He stipulated that as his reward he was to have Freyja as his wife and possession of the sun and moon besides!" 1Screwdriver apparently has rather odd expectations as to what the reward for this contest will be. 1 Loki and the Master Builder.
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Jul 24, 2010 21:00:01 GMT -5
Tarantulas scuttles out from under a pile of hovercars, preceded by a swarm of his tiny drones, seemingly fleeing his presence. He could have driven up in motorcycle mode, but that's already been done twice, and first impressions are everything.
With a cry of "Tarantulas, terrorize!" he transforms to robot mode, looking around and rubbing his hands together. "So what are the rules?" he asks, casting his optic band toward the competition. "I assume sabotage and murder are grounds for disqualification?"
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Blitzwing
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Post by Blitzwing on Jul 25, 2010 10:15:28 GMT -5
A tank rolls in, crushing a wreck that might have once been an old speeder before shunting a twisted pile of metal out of the way on his way to a far wall, and then sits in place waiting, his engine puttering softly.
Blitzwing isn't particularly pleased when he was informed that he'd be doing the heavy lifting for some mad scientist. He's certainly not going to volunteer for any work, hopefully they'll think he's here to spectate so he can goof off with one of his sci-fi novels.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jul 25, 2010 10:59:09 GMT -5
Blackarachnia doesn't make a flashy entrance. She's just there, leaning against the burnt-out husk of an old semi as if she's been there the entire time.
An odd sort of half-smile on her lips, she takes in the competition. She isn't a chemist, or completely insane, and she hasn't decided if she actually wants to try and win this competition. Doing so would increase her status, yes, and her access to materials and information. But playing 2iC to a crazed surgeon and wrangling cackling chemists and children would be... remarkably like home, actually.
She turns her head toward Hook, waiting to hear his answer to the other spider's question. She notes that Shockwave has joined the Constructicon and Needlenose on the panel. Interesting. Professional curiosity, perhaps?
OOC: I will not be posting in Shox formally unless circumstances dictate a need. He's just there to observe, and occasionally make biting commentary.
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Jul 25, 2010 13:41:13 GMT -5
Motorcycle, motorcycle, motorcycle/spider, spider... hmm.
Worry not, Oil Slick, for Hook's challenges shall be varied, and chemistry is bound to come at one point or another, even if the first thing on his find is rather firmly mechanical engineering-oriented.
Raising a hand, he asides quietly to Needlenose, such that only his co-judge can hear, "Mmm, not really. We're Decepticons here. If they expect the rules to mean much, they're laughably naive, but... uh, I suppose I might ask the audience to attack them while they're working at some point, to see how they work under pressure."
Frowning, Hook says firmly, "No, Screwdriver, you may not have Mixmaster's hand in marriage."
"Hah," Hook laughs once, a short, clipped sound, at Tarantulas's question, hut it doesn't seem like there's any real humour in it. "As always, the real rule is not to get caught, and given the circumstances, not to get on the news." So yes, he just implied that sabotage and murder are fine, as long as they're discreet.
Hook isn't crazy. He's about as sane as it gets in the Decepticons! Just very finicky and nit-picky.
He stands and warns Needlenose, "One side. I need a bit of room." Then, Hook picks up the lightsaber hilt and holds it off to his side as he announces, "Comrades, I hereby open this session of Junkyard Wars. Do it for the power. Do it for the adulation. Do it because the laws of science were meant to be conquered by us, even as our peers strive for martial victory."
"Your first challenge is to construct an artillery-grade laser cannon. You have 30 minutes. I can and have done it in just 5, with a mere generator as my starting point," Hook sneers, "but I'm me. If you were me, I'd have to kill you. Now, on my mark, set," he flicks the violet blade on, "go!" he swings the blade out in a wide arc, ending pointing at the battlegrounds.
"Any questions?"
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Jul 25, 2010 17:38:54 GMT -5
A certain dark blue and purple jet circled the yard twice, then transformed, settling down on his feet near Blitzwing.
"Hey, what's up?" he asked Blitzwing. "I got orders to show up here for 'unspec-i-fied duties'."
Duskwing glances at the assortment of motorcycle-formers here. "Slag, more weirdoes than an Art Show." He shudders. "At least we ain't got none of those."
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Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Jul 25, 2010 19:24:45 GMT -5
Oh, there's that strange junk-cycle. Hmn. If she's taking part, then Oil Slick will have to be on his toes if some murmerings among the ranks are to be believed.
However, there's Tarantulas - ever eager, it seems. "I suppose that all depends, my friend. However, if we are able to attempt to undermine each other, do not expect any sympathies from me, despite our previous collaborations." There's a smirk on Oil Slick's face, but it's tricky to see behind the bubble!
And what luck, such things will be permitted!
...and what luck, the first project is an engineering one.
Very well, then. Oil Slick will attempt to build this laser cannon. He strolls over to one of the many wrecked speeders, and starts gutting it for parts. Namely, the headlight assemblies.
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Post by Needlenose on Jul 25, 2010 20:01:00 GMT -5
"Mmm, all right, but hang on," Needlenose answers absently, first moving out of the way, then standing up himself. He draws... neither of his Nebulans, but just a plain laser, and fires it into Tarantulus's little drone army.
"Now now now! No pre-built portions!" he declares, then cocks an antennae to the side. "Well, unless the pre-built portions are other people. That's all right, then. But not dumb drones!"
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Screwdriver
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Post by Screwdriver on Jul 25, 2010 20:13:40 GMT -5
Screwdriver makes a face when she's told she's not allowed to marry Mixmaster. "They threatened him with an evil death if he did not devise a plan whereby the builder would forfeit his wages," she answers, shrugging. Then she tilts his head and considers his request, frowning.
Just that? Hmph. Sounds rather dull.
"He plucked a flower at random," she murmurs, looking around. "An ordinary little daisy." And with that, she suddenly dives into the nearest mound of junk and is gone from sight!
It's probably a good thing that Hook's already decided not to take Screwdriver as his second in command, because really, a junk yard? They're playing on her home turf.
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Jul 25, 2010 20:53:32 GMT -5
Tarantulas flinches as Needlenose blasts his drones and shoots the Mayhem a venomous look. But the test should be no challenge at all. "I build death rays in my sleep," he mutters. He finds an abandoned (and mangled) plastic tub full of dusty old toys and dumps it out on the ground, then starts combing the junkyard, filling the container with parts. "Let's see, I need mirrors, a generator, a barrel, a lightsource, and a lens." He breaks the rear-view mirror off the gutted-out shell of a hovercar, continuing to mutter to himself. "All simple enough, except for finding an intact high-quality convex-" Tarantulas stops in mid-stride. "You, Seeker! Come here!"
OOC: Duskwing is, naturally, free to respond or not as he sees fit.
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Blitzwing
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Post by Blitzwing on Jul 26, 2010 15:35:10 GMT -5
"We're going to be playing lab monkey for them. How good is your back?" Blitzwing says, rotating his turret to point at the assembled horde of malign brilliance. If they're offended that they now have a tank cannon pointing at them, he'll be sure to apologize by sabotaging their work along the way.
"Seems your expertise are needed." He says before rotating his turret back into a 'neutral' position.
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Tasha Walker
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jul 26, 2010 22:42:02 GMT -5
Blackarachnia leaps and flips backwards onto the top of the semi upon which she'd been leaning, then drops out of view behind it.
She's pretty sure she spied what looked like an old armored car or some such when she was making her way through the junk piles.
Hrm. She'll still needs the proper glass, though.
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