Tasha Walker
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Post by Tasha Walker on Aug 9, 2010 10:44:44 GMT -5
Don't worry Oil Slick-mun. You are joined by Blackarachnia's mun at the Has No Idea What I'm Doing table. Consequently, I now handwave and skip to having a finished product. This is not the science expert you are looking for.
Blackarachnia rolls her entry up next to Screwdriver. It is mounted on rolling base (obviously) and has full 360 degree motion. It also appears that the barrel (awfully familiar, that barrel) can be removed and either used as a hand-held weapon; there are also tie-ins which would allow it to be actually affixed into someone's circuitry.
She waves at the laser. "It has a variable power setting, so that the laser's power can be concentrated over a longer distance. Triple-sight calibration for exceptional fine tuning when finesse is needed. Utilizes a variation of EM spectrum manipulation in conjunction traditional lasers to provide an extra kick."
One of Shockwave's headfins twitches a bit at that last.
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Aug 11, 2010 13:17:01 GMT -5
Hook makes an odd expression as Duskwing plays fetch for Tarantulas. Huh, Duskwing was unwilling to part with his eye for Tarantulas, but he's still on good enough terms to help him out? Very strange, but a useful skill on Tarantulas's part, Hook supposes? He's not sure what to make of that. Tapping his fingers on the table, he asides to Needlenose, "Hmm. Rough start for Tarantulas, but is that minion behaviour he's getting out of Duskwing?"
Hook's optical band narrows at Oil Slick. Hook has been controlled by the enemy. It was, in retrospect, thoroughly unpleasant, but he fervently appreciates that his fellow Decepticons freed him, rather than murdering him dead. Hook growls, "I'm not asking you to be sentimental. I'm asking you not to be completely mental."
...and then Screwdriver gives Hook a toy guitar. He facepalms and groans.
He calls, "Time's up! Present finished product and explain what it does in small enough words that Duskwing can operate it."
Artillery is useless if one needs to dragoon someone with a Ph.D into operating it.
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Duskwing
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"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Aug 11, 2010 16:35:17 GMT -5
Whew! The spider-Con who just happened to be a senior officer seemed less pissed-off after getting the camera-arm. Duskwing glanced nervously at the Mayhem, Needlenose, as Tarantulas skittered around pulling parts together into something resembling a Megatron Weapon-of-the-Week. Good, he wasn't drawing that shock blaster of his and pointing it at Duskwing. Hook was looking at him, though, which made Duskwing twitchy. Hadn't he done the right thing? He'd been careful not to let himself be damaged all week! Not mention not misplacing an optic just now.
Slag, Hook was calling his name. Or something. Duskwing strode over briskly. "Sir? Were you talkin' to me?"
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Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Aug 11, 2010 16:54:19 GMT -5
Oil Slick peers back at Hook, his tone level. Probably entirely too level. "If it is beneficial to the greater cause, comrades will be recovered, yes. If it is not advantageous, however - say if they're mere foot soldiers, then I am all for marking them as expendable. It saves resources that if used, could turn out to be a waste if the same individual gets scrapped in the next encounter. Better to save those for someone actually important. Foot soldiers are a credit a dozen. However, this is a competition of science, not a discussion of ideals, so..."
Oil Slick finishes up the touches on what appears to be a peculiar laser-bazooka. He hefts it over one shoulder, carrying a few small canisters in the other hand. He steps up to the general area around Hook, placing his weapon on a makeshift table. "I have constructed a chemical laser - It is not very efficient, but it serves the purpose well enough."
He holds up one of the small canisters, then plugs it into the back of the gun. "The ammunition is gaseous chlorine cells. Pulling the trigger releases the chlorine into a chamber filled with gaseous hyrdazoic acid. The reaction produces a large laser blast, comparable in execution to the shot from a rocket-propelled grenade launcher."
A momentary frown, and he raises a hand with one finger extended. "...the abridged version being 'plug the ammo capsule into the back, aim, then pull the trigger'."
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Post by Needlenose on Aug 11, 2010 22:10:03 GMT -5
"Oh, ultimately, everybody's expendable to the cause," Needlenose answers casually, swinging his feet back and forth as they remain propped on the table, even as he watches the others present the fruits of their labor. "Buuuut it miiiiiiight be a good idea to make sure we've got a more reliable source of new troops than those blasted rocks before we start talking about how much troops are worth by the dozen!" he points out cheerfully.
He listens to the description on how to operate the thing, and glances at Hook. So will Duskwing actually be operating these things for demonstration?
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Screwdriver
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"And *I'll* live happily ever after..."
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Post by Screwdriver on Aug 11, 2010 22:16:04 GMT -5
Screwdriver straightens up and, still holding her guitar, announces, "It's the Screwdriver Silly Sounds Guitar! Press the horse button, and it makes horse noises!" She demonstrates. "Press the frog button, and the frog jumps!" She presses that button, and a little toy frog attached to the guitar shifts from one side to the other, accompanied by a, 'sprrrrroing!' noise. "Press the adorable kitten button, and it destroys your enemies in a devastating laser attack!" And then she presses a button depicting an adorable kitty. The guitar emits a kittenish 'meow' and a laser blasts from the neck of the guitar and blasts an abandoned moped sitting in one of the piles, wrecking it further.
Screwdriver beams. "Not recommended for children under three!"
However, if you want to arm your three-year-olds with devastating kitten lasers? This is the way to do it.
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Aug 12, 2010 19:54:44 GMT -5
Tarantulas has mounted his creation on a piece of wheeled furniture, apparently designed for some species with bizarre anatomy to recline on. It (the artillery piece, not the furniture) consists mainly of three barrels and a crank.
He lugs it over in front of the judging stand and explains its function, pointing at parts as needed, "This is a rotary laser cannon. You point this end at whatever you want to die, and you turn the crank to rotate the barrels and make it fire."
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Tasha Walker
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Post by Tasha Walker on Aug 12, 2010 23:48:04 GMT -5
With a sigh, and an exaggerated optic roll, Blackarachnia points at a dial on the side of the barrel. "The more to the right you turn that dial, the bigger the thing you can blow up, and smaller the pieces will be."
"Pull the trigger to shoot."
She crosses her arms over he chest and leans back on against a wrecked semi- trailer.
"Simple enough?" she asks, though it's unclear is she's asking Hook or Duskwing.
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Aug 13, 2010 15:48:29 GMT -5
Hook has a tight-lipped smile as the contestants explain their devices and as Duskwingn realises that his name has been dropped. Cheerily, he calls out, "Duskwing, did you understand all that? No matter if you didn't - it's time for you to go test out those artillery pieces. Contestants, no coaching!"
He steps away from the judge stand and transforms into his cane mode, extending his arm boom and hefting a portion of an armoured truck over to the proving grounds. He then retracts his arm, transforms, and swiftly gets behind the judging stand.
"Your target."
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Aug 14, 2010 11:45:44 GMT -5
Most of the entries were just weapons, and barely rated a bored glance. Screwdriver's guitar on the other hand, was really neat! He couldn't help but think that Mistwind would have a lot of fun with a toy like that. Oh, right, Hook had orders for him. "Uh, yes, sir!" Duskwing gave Hook a crisp Decepticon salute, and picked up Screwdriver's entry. He turned over the guitar, examining it carefully. "Hey, Screwy... I bet Mistwind would like this. It's pretty neat!" He pressed the horse button and grimaced at the neighing sound. "Not sure what the noisemaker is for..." then pressed the frog button. He watched the frog jump from side to side as he continued to press the frog button. Duskwing seemed rather distracted, but after a few minutes, he cradled the guitar in one arm, with the neck pointing along his arm like a dismounted arm-gun. He pointed it at the armored car and, as he pressed the kitten button, yelled, "Hello, kitty!" ZAP! Screwdriver's laser guitar blasts a sizzling hole through one armor panel. Duskwing looks at the chunk of armored car thoughtfully. "So how much do I gotta blow this thing up? Just hit it once, or slag it down? --- Need some advicehere to continue posting on this thread, please.
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Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Aug 14, 2010 13:20:53 GMT -5
Oil Slick looks over to Needlenose with a half-smirk. "Well, of course - I mean once we have a proper amount of soldiers and resources, those ideals should come into effect."
The guitar-laser draws his interest now, though. "Interesting - it's a wonderfully deceptive little thing, and appears to pack quite a punch." Oil Slick approves!
Whenever Duskwing is ready to try his entry, Oil Slick will hand off the weapon and ammo to the seeker. Though he does have reservations of putting it in the thug's hands.
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Post by Needlenose on Aug 14, 2010 21:35:50 GMT -5
As Hook provides the 'target', Needlenose scrambles to his feet and away from the Constructicon. He'd just as soon not be anywhere near where Duskwing is shooting, even if he does have a better chance of hitting his target than Needlenose himself does when firing Zigzag!
He snickers as Screwdriver 'presents' her laser, then covers his faceplate as though hiding a laugh when Duskwing demonstrates it, apparently enjoying himself. He looks towards Hook and shrugs. "Looks like she hit the target mental age group with that one."
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Screwdriver
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Post by Screwdriver on Aug 14, 2010 21:51:43 GMT -5
Screwdriver claps her hands together and jumps a little at Duskwing's approval. "He likes it!" she exclaims happily. "Hey, Mikey!"
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Aug 15, 2010 13:59:56 GMT -5
Screwdriver's laser is nice, if somewhat bizarre, but it's hardly artillery-grade. It elicits a quiet "Hmph," from Tarantulas. He hopes his own weapon does better. Whenever Duskwing is ready, the spider will move away to let him test his cobbled-together laser cannon.
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Tasha Walker
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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 15, 2010 21:42:28 GMT -5
Blackarachnia quirks a brow at Screwdriver's weapon. That's actually rather unique. Kid would make a fortune in Detroit.
Like the other spider, Blackarachnia is being quiet and waiting for Duskwing to test her weapon. She isn't too keen on the dimwit touching her work. The likelihood of it blowing up due to mishandling, however, is rather slim.
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