Gizmo
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Post by Gizmo on Aug 25, 2008 23:09:28 GMT -5
Junk ball? Weird... and sounds like something those Junkions would invent as a weapon -- or just for giggles. "Where at? I wanna see..." And he attempts to scramble up after Wedge, though he slips a few times and ends up breaking off a few more chunks of building, including putting his foot through a window. Oops.
"Got room up here for one more... whoa!" Gizmo is in the process of hauling himself up on the rooftop when he spots Screwdriver and her odd choice of steed. "I'm gonna guess mecha-birds aren't native to here..."
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Screwdriver
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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 26, 2008 18:21:14 GMT -5
Not native, no, but it's not entirely unusual to encounter the occasional mecha-creature that had been in a zoo. Sister planet having been mechanical and such. However, all of those creatures tend to have four wings and two legs, or two wings and four legs, or six legs, or some such. This is a two winged, two legged bird that looks rather like a toy Terran bird, complete with oversized wind-up key in its back.
Once the bird is uncovered, Screwdriver clambers on, sitting between the key and the head. The bird shifts to its right leg, then to its left. Then it crouches down on both legs and spreads its wings. Finally, it springs to the air, and the small jets that had been attached on the underside of each wing activate. As the small bird climbs higher, Screwdriver answers over the general frequency, using low power to keep the transmission from going too far.
//I am youth! I am joy! I am a little bird breaking free of its egg!//
She is not yet out of sight, and in fact, does not actually seem to be flying away at all.
Meanwhile, the ball makes another turn, and then one more, finally showing itself down the road from Swerve and Sideburn's location. It is now no longer smaller than a Transformer. It's larger - a fair bit larger. In fact, it's large enough that when it runs into one of the vehicles part on the side of the road, crushing it, it can easily pick up the pieces and add to its mass.
And then it runs into a building, bounces off, and starts rolling towards the two Autobots.
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Post by Swerve on Aug 28, 2008 16:51:24 GMT -5
The radio alone is utterly unbelievable; a rolling ball of junk.
"The smelt's wrong with this stupid planet?" Swerve snarls aloud to himself. Things just keep getting weirder and weirder. Weird like… like that piping voice on the radio. That voice. I've heard that voice before. Frag it all, where?! He glares toward the cluster of buildings and the crashes sounding within, brow ridges low and optics narrow, jaw clenched. I know that voice!
…Repair. Wedge lying out, banged up. Parts replacement. After the battle, aboard Omega, working repair and that voice butting in–
"Junkion!" Swerve blurts out as it hits him. //She's that Junkion who showed up after the mesa!// Fragged if he can remember her name. //You!// he adds on general band, looking around for something to stare at while he talks and focusing on the shiny airborne construct – and its rust-dark passenger – as its wings flash in the sunlight. //You butted in on repairs!//
As unreal as the radio is, actually seeing that junkheap is a whole new case of antifreeze. Distracted from the flying Junkion, he stares at the rolling pile of scrap for a second, maybe two – no more than that – before snorting his disdain and taking a half-step sideways, planting both hands on his hips and scowling.
"That s'posed to worry me?" he demands of no-one. Or of the universe, maybe. That thing's getting close to twice his size but it's slow as cooked-down oil on blacktop; he's fast and nimble. It'll never touch him. But where'd it come from? The Junkion's probably behind it; it's made of junk, after all. It makes sense to Swerve.
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Aug 29, 2008 23:48:50 GMT -5
"C'mon Gizmo, we gotta head back and we have to get back there quick." Wedge vaults off the rooftop and begins dashing in the direction that the mecha-bird flies off to and back to where they left Sideburn and Swerve.
When Screwdriver's voice comes dancing through the radio, Gizmo can probably hear Wedge's surprised yelp. Screwdriver? Here? Where on this empty planet has she been this whole time? Oh yeah he remembers that incident in Repair. Who wouldn't remembering being stuck under a table and on top of two other mechs? Right.
//Screwdriver! That's you right? What are you doing? Come down here!//
Wedge keeps pounding down the street though. Sure the big junk ball is slow, but what's going to happen when it gets too huge to avoid? Sideburn and Swerve can probably see the incoming Buildbot at this point.
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Sideburn
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Post by Sideburn on Sept 6, 2008 20:59:44 GMT -5
Sideburn watches as the junk ball picks up junk, then looks for a side street to duck down. "I've got a bad feeling about that thing. C'mon, let's head over to Wedge and Gizmo. Seems like they're closer to her and maybe we can find out what she's doing here." He glances back to Swerve to see if the racer is moving, not wanting to leave him behind alone.
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Gizmo
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Post by Gizmo on Sept 7, 2008 11:01:54 GMT -5
Predictable. The instant Gizmo hauls himself onto the top of the building Wedge leaps down and is off. All that climbing for nothing...
"Hey, wait up!" he shouts after the Build Bot, scrambling back down (and taking out a few more windows in the process). Once his feet hit the street he sprints after Wedge.
Once he catches up with Wedge he thinks to ask "Hey, have we thought of how we're gonna stop this junk ball thing?"
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Screwdriver
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"And *I'll* live happily ever after..."
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Post by Screwdriver on Sept 7, 2008 15:22:49 GMT -5
Screwdriver remains aloft on her bird, although she makes a sniffing noise over the radio at the accusation that she butted in on repairs.
//I brought gifts, a tithe! My tithe was taken, but I was shut out! Ungrateful peasants! I won't come! I won't stay! My gifts accepted, I'm rejected! I was sent to find Excalibur, and I found it, but Arthur doesn't hold it. No, the sword in the stone was claimed by Mordred, and I'm his squire now.//
Her voice is haughty, but also angry - she seems to feel she was wronged by this bunch. On the other hand, she doesn't fly away yet, either. Instead, she sticks around, circling overhead on her wind-up bird, to watch what's happening below.
And what is happening below? Why, the ball of junk, massive is rolling, has gained more mass, and despite this is rolling faster. It is currently heading towards Swerve and Sideburn, crashing into buildings along the way - and now, it has enough mass to damage the buildings on impact. Then, Sideburn darts down a side street, and the junk-ball is almost upon them. If quick action is not taken, the two will be cut off.
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Post by Swerve on Sept 10, 2008 8:56:50 GMT -5
Swerve can practically feel diodes blow when he tries to figure out just what it is Screwdriver's saying. He hears the words and some of them match up to dictionary entries, but strung all together like that, they just make no fragging sense.
//What the smelt's Arthur?// he demands, mostly ignoring Sideburn's hesitation – a good thing for the kid, considering how well the racer takes to others trying to babysit him – to fix an especially furious glare on her and on that stupid shiny contraption of hers. She shows up out of nowhere, brings some junkpile that rolls around on its own, then has to talk gibberish? //Start making sense, why don't you!//
The sound of a wall partially caving in on impact snaps Swerve back to ground level and the much larger rolling junkpile.
That larger, faster rolling junkpile.
"Fraggin' smelt-slag," he blurts out, face twisting into a pinched scowl as he takes a half-step back. He thinks better of that and bolts forward instead, away from Sideburn and toward the junk ball. Toward another side street. Gotta move… faster, blast it all, faster! He takes a running leap over a parked vehicle, cannon dropping into one hand while he smashes the other down onto the vehicle's roof, pushing himself up and into a sloppy handspring to launch him into the next street.
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Sept 11, 2008 12:24:26 GMT -5
//Wait, what? Rejected? Excalibur?// Wedge stammers, confused at Screwdriver's anger towards them as he dashes after the junkball, half his attention on Screwdriver high overhead and the other on the snowballing junk. His memory pulls up past events, reminding the Buildbot that this isn't the first time where he's heard Screwdriver's odd speech and references.
Oh bolts, the thing's going faster. It won't be long until Wedge can't keep up. "How do we stop it?" He echoes Gizmo's question, frustration evident on his face as his processors race to figure out a solution. "Maybe if we just keep out of it's trajectory. That might be enough." Wedge turns and gives Gizmo a hopeful and still calculating look. "If not...how strong is that glue gun of yours?"
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Gizmo
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Post by Gizmo on Sept 15, 2008 22:36:30 GMT -5
Sometimes Gizmo really hates the fact that he came here so much later than a lot of these people -- he missed most of these events that the other are talking about, so all this discussion about repairs and Excaliber go right over his cranial casing. (No, it hasn't occured to him to leave his computer-corner and actually talk to people about what's gone on beforehand...)
"Uh..." He has to ponder Wedge's question a moment. "I've stuck down a Seeker before back on Cybertron. Haven't tried it on a bigger mech. Or on a junk ball... uh... we can try hitting it with glue and setting it on fire..."
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Screwdriver
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Post by Screwdriver on Sept 16, 2008 17:39:48 GMT -5
Don't worry, Gizmo! Screwdriver wouldn't have been making any more sense to you if you had been here!
//Arthur,// Screwdriver answers Swerve with a snort. //The flame-clad knight, the boy king. Your liege.// She doesn't clarify anything else, because as far as she's concerned she's being perfectly clear!
The giant ball of junk moves over the opening to Sideburn's side street, but when he does little while Swerve runs first towards it, then towards another street, it slows to a stop, then starts rolling after Swerve, following.
It's almost as if the thing is attracted by motion...
OOC: And it is! The ball-o-junk will go after the largest moving thing in its vicinity. If it detects no movement, it will begin to crash around randomly again. However, at this point in time it's only got another few minutes, at best, before it will suddenly fall apart and go from being a junk ball to a junk pile.
Feel free to make use of this information in posts.
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Post by Swerve on Sept 18, 2008 19:43:33 GMT -5
Flame-clad knight? There are a few mechs around sporting flames; Sideburn's along for this ride, in point of fact. But Swerve doesn't know about any knights. And a boy-king? Liege? His liege? Swerve sputters audibly and furiously over the radio – after checking his dictionaries, anyway.
//Not a blasted one of 'em is any liege of mine!// the racer snarls back as he hits the ground and rolls with his landing so that he skids on one knee and a foot. If anyone has claim to that title, it's Override, and Swerve's starting to doubt her, too. //They're jus–// Swerve, momentum gone, blinks at the junk ball rumbling his way. Wasn't it going that other way before? He gets to his feet abruptly with a backwards hop of sorts and keeps moving, trying to get line-of-sight on Screwdriver again. //They're just some other fraggin' Autobots!//
He turns a corner and stops, blinking, looking back at the chorus of crunches and crashes following him – at the junk ball following him.
"What the smelt…?" he mutters. That thing's following me! And it's gaining. He scowls viciously and double-times his pace to open up the gap, taking aim. "Cyber Key Power!" The first flash of red bleeds into the subsequent cannon fire, Swerve attacking as much to vent some of his building rage as to do any damage to the thing.
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Sept 20, 2008 10:46:32 GMT -5
"Set it on fire?" The image of a rolling and now flaming junk ball enters Wedge's imaging and the buildbot blanches. "I...don't think that setting it on fire would be the way to go..." Especially now that it's somehow keeping Swerve in its path.
Flame-clad knight and boy king? Flame-clad leader figure......//You mean Rodimus Prime?// Isn't Emirate Xaaron the leader though? But he's got no flames...that'd be interesting though.
Wedge continues dogging after the rolling junk pile, his gun now in hand and aimed. "Double Beam Cannon!" Two beams of light streak out--only to hit a building close to the path of the ball. A large chunk tumbles down, hopefully Swerve is already well ahead to avoid this new temporarily rumbling obstacle.
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Screwdriver
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Post by Screwdriver on Oct 5, 2008 19:54:50 GMT -5
Screwdriver has, apparently, stopped paying attention to the Autobots entirely and taken up singing. //Sing a song of six-pence, pocket full of... ...ashes, ashes, we all fall... ...down and broke his crown... ...on his head. Oh, tune up your old fiddle... ...the cow jumped over the moon!//
Just because she's singing doesn't means she's making sense, or even sticking to a single song.
The junk ball rolls into the chunk of building Wedge just blasted off, and absorbs it, getting larger. It continues to roll forward, when suddenly...
...it starts to lose shape. The ball of junk becomes a wave of junk, spilling out into the streets, and once it stops moving it becomes a heap of junk.
Screwdriver frowns as she peers over the side of the bird. "Hmph. Back to the drawing board, Bart!" she declares.
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Post by Swerve on Oct 5, 2008 22:32:32 GMT -5
And no response from Screwdriver but gibberish. Swerve bellows wordlessly in rage and turns to fire up at her instead of the mountain of debris and junk that's taller than he is and bearing down on him with alarming swiftness. He's too caught up to pay attention, much less dodge; he just wants to knock Screwdriver out of the sky so he can smash in her face until she stops singing that stupid fragging nonsense.
With a deafening cacophony, the world abruptly goes dark on him as that wave of collapsing junk and scrap and building bits comes crashing down, pinning him to the street with enough weight that he can feel his windscreen's frame warping and the pins in one hip starting to bend, lower leg caught under the other at a wrong angle. He's lost his cannon somewhere in the rush, his arm is trapped against his chest, and he can't. See. Anything. And there's something pressing very heavily on his ventral plate.
Primus, but he can't swear fast enough.
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