Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Aug 2, 2010 8:20:16 GMT -5
"Please. If I can't put you back together again after I break you, Hook wouldn't have me drafted me into this farce of a competition. But if you give me too much trouble, I'll hit you again."
She smirks over her shoulder at Blitzwing as she drags him off.
"And a second hit will not only put you out, it will kill you if I don't give you the antidote in time."
She at least makes a point of flipping up panels and locating the adjustment switches for Blitzwing's pain sensors. Which means it actually won't hurt the Triple-changer when she strips him of his barrel and optic glass.
Once that's done, she flourishes the sword suddenly in her hand for a moment, then sets it down on the car hood she's using as a makeshift table and starts to dismantle it. She works swiftly, keeping one set of eyes on Blitzwing as she does so. Wouldn't do to have the big lug regain motion too soon.
OOC: dismantling of Blitzy and stealing his sword using BA's download ability ok'd by both player and admin.
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Aug 3, 2010 15:41:50 GMT -5
Hook, long suffering, nods along to Needlenose absently.
Then Screwdriver steals his motor relay severing tool, and Hook's face screws in an apoplectic fit, Fuming, he snaps, "50 points from Gryffindor!" something the heathen Junkion will hopefully understand - this is all Scavenger's fault, anyway, bringing home useless junk and claiming it an artifact that can turn back time, feh.
Then, Hook sighs, "Tarantulas, Tarantulas, Tarantulas, if you can't disable a Seeker, what do you expect to do when the Autobots inevitably turn them against us, and we are forced to used an experimental procedure to subdue and revert all the Seekers to normal, a procedure that will, unfortunately, irrevocably change all of them to be completely different colours of the rainbow?"
Blue jets. Why must they be besieged by blue jets?
Blackarachnia's powers are interesting, but in the grand scheme of things, being able to run a fusion cannon off a back hole is pretty interesting, too.
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Aug 3, 2010 18:14:32 GMT -5
Duskwing stops firing to reply. "Yeah? So howcome you wanted my optic? Thought you was buildin' a laser outta junkyard scraps. I AIN'T JUNKYARD SCRAP! Dat hard to figure out? Huh?"
He stooped slightlly, peering after Tarantulas. "'Sides, my LASERS is got laser parts, not my optics. Stupid spideroid."
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Oil Slick
Rookie
Pharmacists do it over the counter.
100ccs of Pure Evil
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Post by Oil Slick on Aug 4, 2010 14:32:18 GMT -5
Oil Slick turns to Hook as the Constructicon brings up that scenario, and shrugs at him. "What, we can't just slag the lot of them? We could use the spare parts, and it'd relieve some headaches..."
Speaking of, he sighs as Duskwing rants at Tarantulas. He's still working on a casing as he speaks, though - "Because taking your laser and re-purposing parts out of it presents no challenge, Duskwing."
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Post by Needlenose on Aug 4, 2010 20:28:19 GMT -5
"Eh, Seeker parts, we don't need," Needlenose answers Oil Slick casually as he kicks his legs up and once more props his feet on the makeshift table in front of him. "Have you noticed how many dead ones we keep getting?" He goes back to watching the contest as a whole, though the observant might notice he seems to be watching Oil Slick more often than the rest.
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Screwdriver
Rookie
The Lady Protector, Her Splendid Primacy, Grand Duchess Screwdriver. The Devout Silencer of Common Sense and Logic
"And *I'll* live happily ever after..."
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Post by Screwdriver on Aug 4, 2010 20:42:48 GMT -5
Screwdriver rises out of the junk directly in front of the spot where Oil Slick is working. She reaches in and snatches up a couple of his headlights, singing, "This little light of mine! I'm gonna let it shine!" Before Oil Slick has a chance to respond, however, she dives back into the pile of junk and is out of sight.
OOC: Permission to feel up Oil Slick's headlights granted by player.
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Tarantulas
Minor
The not-so-friendly neighborhood spider-man
Posts: 398
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Post by Tarantulas on Aug 4, 2010 23:33:56 GMT -5
Tarantulas can disable a Seeker. He can come up with any number of ingenious devices to disable a Seeker and rank them by painfulness, all before breakfast. He just doesn't happen to have any on him right now, and he can't build both an anti-Seeker device and an artillery-grade laser in half an hour. Which is why he is going to build the laser cannon now, and redefine Duskwing's existence as unending suffering later.
"Unless you've been modified beyond the stock specs for your body type, your optics contain a more finely ground lens than your arm cannons. One more suited for the task I have in mind, and one that is likely impossible to find intact in a junkyard. But I don't have time to deal with you right now, so you can keep it and I'll make do without. Now I'm coming back around to retrieve my parts bin." Tarantulas says all this as he moves back around the junk pile, intending to do what he says and retrieve the plastic tub full of parts so he can continue with the task at hand. If no-one shoots at him he'll finish gathering what he needs and start assembling the laser.
The spider knows he's fallen behind and he's pissed about it. He really wants the private lab space that surely comes with being a division second.
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Blitzwing
Rookie
Rage of the Machine
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Post by Blitzwing on Aug 6, 2010 9:46:59 GMT -5
Blitzwings not about to get fatally poisoned for nothing, so he'll just sit tight for the meanwhile.
OOC- Skippable
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Aug 6, 2010 19:23:20 GMT -5
Blackarachnia looks up as Hook bellows out the loss for Gryffindor. The Constructicon has a penchant for children's classics?1
Thankfully, Duskwing has apparently missed what Blackarachnia is doing to Blitzwing. Though she at least is better equipped to deal with a rampaging Seeker than Tarantulas.
Her parts laid out in front of her now, she steps over to that armoured car she'd checked out earlier. As suspected, it looks like an old SWAT vehicle of some sort, though it's been nicely crispy fried, and it looks to have taken a missile to the hood. Regardless, it still has some salvageable bits.
Like the empty mountings inside the back end, and the heat-resistant interior panels.
1 Harry Potter is certain to be a classic by the time Animated rolls around!
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Aug 7, 2010 16:50:19 GMT -5
Hook is a dark and sinister man. Have at thee.
Hook looks briefly disturbed by the suggestion of just slagging the lot of them, and he murmurs, "Are they not fellow Decepticons?" He looks over at Needlenose, briefly uncertain.
More loudly, Hook shouts, "Hurry up! You're running out of time!" Pot, kettle, black.
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Aug 7, 2010 20:32:50 GMT -5
Duskwing scowls at Tarantulas, then frowns, looking around the junkyard with his hands on his hips. "So youse needs like, robot optics? Or maybe scope optics?"
Without waiting for an answer, he darts off across the junkyard, flying over the bigger piles of scrap. Robot-mode flight is so useful! Best thing that came out of being transported here, in Duskwing's opinion. He'd spotted something earlier that intrigued him--oh, here it was! The dark blue Seeker dropped down and tossed some construction debris out of the way and fished out a somewhat twisted robotic arm with primitive (by Transformer standards) grippers on one end and a camera mounted on it.
Grinning, he flew back to Tarantulas and landed nearby, then presented the arm to the spider. "Dis work? Looks like some kinda remote arm-thingy with a remote camera. Camera don't look too bashed up," he says, brandishing the junked arm of a now-obsolete Bomb Disposer 2000 Drone. It was replaced several years ago by the BD 6000 model, with much improved armor and reinforced attachment lugs for the arms.
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Oil Slick
Rookie
Pharmacists do it over the counter.
100ccs of Pure Evil
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Post by Oil Slick on Aug 8, 2010 1:52:49 GMT -5
Oil Slick has finished his casing, and is now working on the finer points of whatever the heck goes into making a chemical laser. It is worded this way because his player is not an engineer. Commence handwaving!
The chemist glances over at Hook. "Yes, they're fellow Decepticons - and since they are, they should know that we must do anything and everything to accomplish our goals. If that includes putting our own in harm's way, or having to take our own down if they're controlled by the enemy, then so be it. Getting sentimental over comrades is what Autobots do."
And then Screwdriver ganks his headlights. Oil Slick pauses, drumming his claws on his work area. "...as absolutely mad as Screwdriver is, she seems to get it. However, I now require more material..." Oil Slick grumbles a bit, pulling out his hypo gun, and loading a dose of mild hallucinogen. He places it on his work station, amid some other tools so it shouldn't stand out. If someone else gets bold, he'll make them think twice.
And then they can ask the pink elephants what color they think the laser should be. Now, about replacing those headlights...
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Post by Needlenose on Aug 8, 2010 19:36:45 GMT -5
"Yes, but we were talking about..." Needlenose hesitates, scratching the side of his head, then he looks towards Hook.
"What were we talking about?" he asks.
For all his outward goofiness, however, he is taking careful note of Oil Slick's words. Hmm, hmm, hmm.
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Screwdriver
Rookie
The Lady Protector, Her Splendid Primacy, Grand Duchess Screwdriver. The Devout Silencer of Common Sense and Logic
"And *I'll* live happily ever after..."
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Post by Screwdriver on Aug 8, 2010 19:48:18 GMT -5
Screwdriver springs back out of the junk pile, this part to the front and part to Hook's side of the judge's table. She goes down on her right knee and bows her head low as she holds out her arms, presenting to Hook the fruits of all her efforts... ...A toy guitar. 11 The guitar looks something like this, with the trademarked characters replaced with more generic happy monsters. Most buttons produce cheerful tunes or cause the monsters to hide behind the guitar or pop back out, but hitting them in the right sequence will fire a laser from the neck.
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Tarantulas
Minor
The not-so-friendly neighborhood spider-man
Posts: 398
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Post by Tarantulas on Aug 9, 2010 0:19:37 GMT -5
Tarantulas curses under his breath when Hook shouts that they're running out of time. No slag, sherlock. The Constructicon isn't the only one with a chronometer.
He looks up when and flinches when Duskwing arrives, bearing gifts apparently. Once the spider recovers from his shock, he inspects the arm. "Hm, the lens isn't what I'd hope for, but it'll have to do. Some other usable parts as well." Tarantulas accepts the arm and places it on the ground, carefully removing the lens and setting it aside on top of a relatively clean plastic tarp he dredged up. He seems to be assembling several small lasers, as well as a gatling-gun like housing. He doesn't think there's any other way he'd be able to assemble a weapon Hook would consider "artillery-grade" in the time allotted. Stupid, stupid guzzlers.
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