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Post by Dr. James Hook on Aug 17, 2010 10:41:10 GMT -5
Hook sighs heavily, "It is a criminal shame that I left my young child at home. Trypticon was magnificent... although rather too large to enjoy such small juvenile diversions."
Hook has a large family. Some of his family members are just large, though.
He explains, "One complete shot from each weapon into the armoured car. If the car is slagged before you get done, we'll fetch another. If we need tiebreakers, shoot again."
OOC: Maybe just do all of them in one go? Then we can have another round of building montages.
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Post by Duskwing on Aug 18, 2010 18:19:43 GMT -5
Duskwing nods at Hook's orders. "'kay, dat's simple enough."
He picked up Oil Slick's weapon; the handle gave him a good idea which way to point the thing. The dark blue Seeker pointed it downrange and pulled the trigger; there was an odd "fluk" as a valve opened without the expected pressure behind it, and nothing happened.
"Oh yeah, plug in ammo." Duskwing picked up the ammo capsule and slammed it into the back of the weapon like it was a magazine of cannon ammo. Once again, he aimed Oil Slick's gun at the armored car half, and pulled the trigger.
There was a low hum--Duskwing, accustomed to his own arm-guns' cycle time, patiently held it on target--and a sudden flash down-range as piece of the roof suddenly collapsed in a splash of molten metal.
The Seeker frowned and held out the weapon to examine. "Hey, how'd it blow that thing up over there wit'out me seein' it? Huh. Weird."
Hook looked a bit impatient, or maybe it was Duskwing's imagination. Either way, he hurried on to the next entry, Blackarachnia's laser. It's got a trigger, and a recognizable barrel, so figuring out which way to point it isn't hard. The Seeker vigorously turned the dial all the way over to the right--there's no firepower like massive firepower!--and pointed it at the armored car wreck.
ZZAAAPP! The cannon-like blast destroyed the gutted engine compartment and kept on going, incinerating several piles of junk beyond it and cracking the perimeter wall.
"Whoa! Nice gun!" Duskwing grinned. He started to raise it to fire again, then caught sight of Needlenose and Hook watching him. Right. Back to work. He reached for the last weapon, Tarantulas's gatling laser.
"Multi-barrel arti, huh?" Duskwing shrugged, then dragged the laser array around to point at the target. One gray hand grabbed the crank, and he turned it vigorously--backwards.
The lasers still fired, zipping down-range to thoroughly incinerate the rather sad-looking armored car remnant. It all but exploded as major chassis supports were blown apart, leaving nothing but air to hold the rest of the vehicle together. The crank, viciously twisted the wrong way, snapped off in Duskwing's hand.
"Oops. I think we need a new target, boss." Duskwing told Hook. He avoided looking at Tarantulas. Someone was going to yell at him about breaking the new weapon, he just knew it!
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Post by Oil Slick on Aug 21, 2010 0:42:29 GMT -5
Oil Slick heaves his shoulders a bit. He's glad his weapon performed well. Apparently, though, this Seeker is denser than Lugnut, as he missed Oil Slick explaining that the beam could not be seen!
Maybe Oil Slick will relieve him of his cranial shell one day and see if its density is enough to resist some superacids.
As Oil Slick is not used to such feats of building though, he is unsure of how he fares so far, however.
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Post by Needlenose on Aug 21, 2010 18:33:15 GMT -5
Needlenose watches with bland interest from his safe distance. He starts to snicker, however, as Duskwing manages to break one of the weapons, then cheerfully announces, "He only broke one! That's pretty impressive!"
OOC: Screwdriver is skippable.
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Post by Tarantulas on Aug 21, 2010 19:42:47 GMT -5
Tarantulas isn't terribly concerned that Duskwing broke his gatling laser. He built it out of parts he found in a junkyard after all. He's less happy that his is the only one that broke. Hopefully he'll have a chance to make it up in the later rounds.
The spider turns to look at Hook expectantly.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Aug 22, 2010 18:56:55 GMT -5
Yay, the dunderhead didn't accidentally kill himself or someone else.
Blackarachnia joins the other spider in staring up at Hook. Technically, they all rose to the challenge admirably, but they really have no idea what the judging criteria are.
All right. So what next?
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Aug 23, 2010 14:06:37 GMT -5
"No, a new target will not be necessary," Hook says mildly. "I have seen quite enough, thank you."
"Oil Slick: You made use of your chemical strengths. However, your weapon had a delay time, and the beam was invisible. Points off."
"Screwdriver: While clearly a crowd favourite, your weapon suffers from the fact that the intensity and power output cannot easily be adjusted. It is also completely inane. Points off."
"Tarantulas: Do I even need to say this? Your weapon broke. Points off."
"Blackarachnia..." Hook merely stares at Blackarachnia for a moment.
Then he promptly segues into explaining the next challenge without any more feedback, "Your next task, for which you will have one hour, is to construct some form of barrier that can stop Blackarachnia's laser. Forcefield, reinforced bunker, laser-proof gel - I don't care. Time begins now."
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Post by Duskwing on Aug 23, 2010 18:34:34 GMT -5
Duskwing listened to Hook's instructions with a look of intense concentration. He chewed over the words carefully and finally decided that Hook was not yelling at him for breaking Tarantulas's weapon.
"Does that mean I get to keep all the weapons?" Duskwing finally asked.
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Post by Oil Slick on Aug 24, 2010 16:55:20 GMT -5
Oil Slick snorts derisively, taking his gun off the table. Invisible beams are totally awesome for taking the enemy by surprise!
Barrier...barrier. This will be tricky...
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Post by Screwdriver on Aug 24, 2010 18:35:01 GMT -5
Screwdriver tilts her head to the right as she looks at Hook. Then she tilts her head to the left. Her already large optics grow even larger, and she places her hands behind her back.
"Why?" she asks in her little-girl voice.
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Post by Needlenose on Aug 24, 2010 18:43:45 GMT -5
"No, Duskwing, you don't get to keep the weapons," Needlenose says tiredly as he settles himself back down and kicks up his heels. Granted, in this case, Hook can override him, but Needlenose is pretty sure Hook would agree with him. "Well, I mean, you'll need them to test the next event, but beyond that..." He shrugs. Then he rubs his chin and considers. "Well, maybe the kitten-laser..."
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Post by Tarantulas on Aug 25, 2010 19:43:21 GMT -5
"Interesting," is all Tarantulas says before he scurries off into the junkyard to start looking for parts. If anyone's paying attention they'll notice he's also occasionally glancing at Blackarachnia's laser. If it's unguarded he just might try to sabotage it. The best defense is a good offense, after all.
Despite his divided attention, he seems to steadily be making his way toward a hovercar compactor.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Aug 26, 2010 12:00:35 GMT -5
Blackarachnia smirks every so slightly. No points off. She'll take that.
She starts to head off back to her Bin o' Blitzwing parts, but stops and looks from her laser to Hook.
"Am I allowed to take my laser back with me, or should I just trust to the guinea pig to keep it safe from my competitors?"
She doesn't seem particularly thrilled by that last idea.
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Aug 30, 2010 13:41:29 GMT -5
Needlenose has answered Duslwind, but Screwdriver, er... Hook holds up a hand and reminds, "Have you forgotten already? This is a build off!"
Hook smiles rather unpleasantly as he answers Blackarachnia, "Yes, Duskwing will safeguard your weapon. If he breaks it... well, it is no matter, though it would show a thoughtless lack of ruggedization." He shrugs. "I could do better in five minutes."
So if Blackarachnia's laser survives the hour of building, the contestants will at least be up against a known quantity. If it doesn't survive, it may be points off for Blackarachnia, but it means that the contestants will be up against something unknown that Hook built. Choices, choices.
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Post by Duskwing on Aug 30, 2010 19:51:01 GMT -5
Duskwing looked slightly disappointed that he can't keep all the weapons, but only slightly. He'd expected the answer to be 'no'. The dark blue and purple Seeker gazed hopefully at Screwdriver. Would she let him keep the kitten-laser? Mistwind would really like it, Duskwing was sure of it.
He stared in puzzlement at Blackarachnia and Hook. What was a guinea pig and why would it guard the laser? Except Hook said Duskwing should guard the laser. Right, that he understood.
"Yessir," he acknowledged. "I ain't gonna break it!" he added indignantly. "Dis passed the QT, so I don't gotta mess with it now."
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