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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jun 8, 2009 18:28:39 GMT -5
Taking Wreckage's shoulder full-force to the chest is not pleasant. Not pleasant at all. But he bears the pain with no more than a strangled roar and continues on to wrap his arms around the Stryker. Instead of pressing forward to knock him down, Bonecrusher holds tight and swings around to the side, dragging his captive along with him. At the appropriate moment, he lets go to hopefully send Wreckage toppling into their unwelcome audience.
Three 'Cons, one stone.
Reaching up to rub at the fresh dent in his chest, Bonecrusher growls out, "Tell me what's going on or I'll kill you." That 'or' can probably be read as an 'and'.
OOC: Wreckage slinging done with permission.
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Post by Barricade on Jun 9, 2009 14:32:07 GMT -5
"Tsk," Barricade taunts as he springs out of the way of Wreckage. "So predictable."
Of course, Wreckage does have long arms. He can possibly reach Barricade if he decides that he wants to as he flies past. Movie 'Con love. Ain't reuinions grand?
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 10, 2009 22:53:45 GMT -5
Wreckage expects to be squeezed until his armour begins to split when Bonecrusher latches onto him. He finds himself inexpertly thrown instead and hits the ground hard, skidding on his side. He has to give up his chance to take down Barricade with him so he can steady himself and get back onto his feet; irritating as the infiltrator is, Bonecrusher poses a larger concern.
Besides, if need be, Wreckage can just sit on Barricade.
"Kill me and I cannot explain," Wreckage calmly answers Bonecrusher without moving from where he has finally come to a stop, grass and soil caught in his armour. Bonecrusher is coherent enough to ask a question. This is progress.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jun 10, 2009 23:41:50 GMT -5
Bonecrusher resists the urge to lunge forward and smack someone. Barricade, Wreckage, Frenzy, it doesn't matter, they all deserve it. As much as he really, really wants to, if he starts again now he probably won't stop until someone is offline, and while that's a very tempting thought, Wreckage is correct. Dead mechs tell no tales. So instead he just settles for digging trenches in the ground with his toes and clenching and unclenching his fists. Not nearly as satisfying as punching someone senseless.
"I know," Bonecrusher rumbles, glaring darkly. "Unfortunately." If only he could rip the information he wanted out of Wreckage's processor.
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Post by Barricade on Jun 12, 2009 14:30:50 GMT -5
Wreckage would have to catch Barricade first, before he could sit on him. But now that there are no Decepticons - or parts of them - flying through the air at his position, Barricade feels comfortable enough to hop back up onto his perch on the boulder Bonecrusher had so helpfully supplied.
"Toto, you're not in Kansas anymore," Barricade chirps gleefully, knowing how much throwing squishy insect colloquialisms at him will annoy Bonecrusher. He tilts a snickering smirk at Frenzy, still perched on his shoulder.
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Post by Frenzy on Jun 12, 2009 21:21:22 GMT -5
"Fell down the rabbit hole. Cross-compiling, wire-wicking, ammo sponge like you don't need to think too hard about it. Might hurt yourself." Frenzy skitters to the opposite shoulder from where he's been perching.
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Still skippable.
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 13, 2009 18:05:19 GMT -5
Wreckage is far too reserved to do something as outrageously demonstrative as burying his face in his palm when Frenzy and Barricade insist on prodding the forever sore wound that is Bonecrusher's mood. But he is tempted. He stands instead; larger targets are easier to hit and a better distraction. He should let Bonecrusher just chase them until he wears himself out, then drag the other warrior back with him and explain along the way while he has a captive audience. Attempting to explain the situation now, however, is more expedient.
"In real words," he interjects coolly, "we have all been drawn here. We do not know why or how. Some of us have come from different times. Others from different realities." The going is stilted, perhaps, but there are several points to cover, he is not by any means eloquent, and he has no idea how long he has to explain before Bonecrusher goes off again. "There is no way back that has yet been found. Camp is that way," and he tilts his head back and to the left, "where we have fuel and barracks." And the training room, where Bonecrusher will certainly be able to crush and twist whatever opponent he desires until he is for the moment satisfied, but Wreckage will not give away everything at once.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jun 13, 2009 21:04:25 GMT -5
Bonecrusher jerks his minesweeping arm out to snap halfheartedly at Barricade's head and that unsightly spiked tumor on his shoulder. While he'll be pleased if it manages to connect by chance, he doesn't expect it to, the majority of his attention on Wreckage who is actually being informative. Slagging glitches, the lot of them.
He doesn't bother to put much thought into the idea that something has been pulling them out of time and reality. All that really matters is the fact that he's been dragged here by something, denying him the chance to tear into Optimus Prime (or get decapitated, really, but he harbors no notions of losing). If he ever finds that something he's going to crush it to a pulp.
In the meantime, he shifts his gaze to the indicated direction of the camp. "How many?" he wonders aloud. "Any Autobots?"
His optics narrow. "What of Megatron?" They'd traveled halfway across the universe to some backwater planet to find their leader and the Allspark. While Bonecrusher couldn't care less about the source of life for his entire race, he did want to know if they'd gone through all that work only to lose their terrifying commander again.
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Post by Barricade on Jun 14, 2009 14:38:11 GMT -5
Oh, come now, Wreckage; you'd have been (pleasantly) surprised if Barricade hadn't peen pokey. It's his nature, after all. And "it's notta toomah," 'Crusher. Heh.
Barricade ducks that halfhearted slash easily - not to say that Bonecrusher is an easy opponent. He isn't, really, but the Buffalo is distracted, and his rage has blunted itself. That makes him both more, and less dangerous at the same time. More predictable and reasonable (as reasonable as Bonecrusher ever gets, that is), but also more calculating, since he can actually think past the anger and plan.
Fortunately, Barricade is just plain more nimble than the much larger Decepticon.
"Couple dozen," he replies with a shrug. He hasn't bothered to count, really. "Blackout. Otherwise, no one else you'd know here. They're all from other realities. Plenty of Autobots, though. Couple of Prime's pet mechs."
That should help cheer 'Crusher up a bit! No Prime, but he can at least shred that pair of Prime's favorite little friends to take the edge off.
"No Lord Megatron yet." Oh, but when he arrives, oh yes... Because it is only a matter of time before Lord Megatron arrives. He will. And then these other queer Decepticons will understand TRUE glory.
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 15, 2009 18:26:18 GMT -5
Surprisingly, Barricade waxes helpful and answers Bonecrusher's questions. It saves Wreckage the effort of speaking; he nods to confirm the infiltrator's explanation, then shifts his weight. He suspects there would be far fewer Autobots around if the Lord High Protector were here. The current leadership is, however, acceptable.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jun 15, 2009 21:03:07 GMT -5
A contemplative rumble is all the response Barricade gets; Bonecrusher is busy thinking.
Now, as much as Bonecrusher absolutely abhors everyone, including - or perhaps especially - his fellow Decepticons, there were two primary reasons that kept him following orders and not simply flipping out and trying to kill the lot of them. The first of these reasons was Megatron. No matter how long their leader had been lost to the stars, Bonecrusher could never shake the fear that if he rejected the Decepticons and went his own way instead of searching for the Allspark and their leader, then one day Megatron would return in all his terrible glory and be most displeased with him.
The other reason, though not quite as driving as his fear of Megatron, was that after the Allspark had been launched into space Cybertron had been left barren and dying, and much of their race had scattered to the stars in search of the lost Cube. Bonecrusher had no skill with spacecraft and had he chosen to slay his companions he would quickly have found himself without any further victims for his rage, and without the means to find more. It had simply been in his best interest to let his fellow Decepticons live, under the principle that they would lead him to others, Autobots, to have his violent way with.
But now... Megatron is removed from the picture. Bonecrusher has done his duty to the Decepticon cause, following the Allspark to Earth. More than that, he is no longer even in the same universe as the Lord High Protector. As for his second reason, there are many Cybertronians here already, both Autobot and Decepticon, and perhaps there's more to that. After all, he apparently arrived here later than Wreckage, Barricade, or Frenzy. Would others arrive later than him?
After a long silence, Bonecrusher asks: "Are more expected to come?"
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Post by Barricade on Jun 15, 2009 21:19:51 GMT -5
Ah, and Wreckage goes bacxk to playing the silent type. Predictable.
"You showed up, didn't you?" Barricade asks with a shrug. "Only a matter of time before more come."
Unlike Bonecrusher, Barricade actually is loyal to Megatron, not out of fear - although that does factor in, as one would have to be utterly stupid not to fear the Lord High Protector at all - but out of the glory that Lord Megatron brings to battle. The glory of Chaos and destruction and conflict and war.
The glory of Conquest.
Barricade's optics glint fiercely as he adds, "And when Lord Megatron shows up... he will crush them all under his feet."
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 16, 2009 13:29:22 GMT -5
Wreckage does try to be consistent. Perhaps he prefers to seem trustworthy and dependable rather than unstable and flaky.
"It is random," he adds to the conversation, "who arrives. Location and time, too." So as far as any of them knows, Lord Megatron could appear tomorrow, or two months from now, or never. That chance does nothing to make the wait any less wearisome than the search for him had been.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jun 16, 2009 14:46:20 GMT -5
Lord Megatron may arrive in the future, but will any of you be alive to meet him? Bonecrusher has been tolerating these three for a long time, wanting nothing more than to tear out their living sparks and crush them in his fist, and now they've just cleared up a large part of his reason for not doing so. It's time for the ticking rage-bomb that is Bonecrusher to go off again.
With a roar, he jabs at Barricade with his minesweeping arm again, tines fitted together into a single stabbing fork rather than a snapping claw. This time he lunges forward at the same time, following up with a lower jab of his fist, his forearm unfolding to help close the distance.
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Post by Barricade on Jun 18, 2009 18:31:05 GMT -5
Barricade is a lying liar who lies; he expects treachery, and from pretty much everyone, even if he does allow Frenzy and Wreckage more leeway than most. Okay, so he trusts Frenzy, mostly, but everyone else is suspect.
Bonecrusher has always been a rage-filled wild card, kept in line primarily by giving him appropriate targets to vent that rage on. And by Megatron, apparently. Even suspicious as Barricade normally is, the sudden switch from sullen and angry to full, all-out attack catches the infiltrator off guard.
The roar which telegraphs Bonecrusher's attack by a crucial second or two are all that saves Barricade from perforation. He collapses backwards, sparks flying from his chest plates as the tines of that stabbing arm rake across the metal of his chassis rather than spearing him through the spark. Barricade uses that momentum to tumble bacwards off of the rock, landing on his feet only long enough to spring backward, hissing a little as Frenzy's little claws dig in painfully to keep the hacker firmly attatched throughout the tumble, rather than flying off as scattered silver debris.
"Traitor!" he howls, bristling as he tries to keep out of reach. "I'll rip out your spark!" The boulder between them isn't going to pose very much of an obstacle to Bonecrusher at all, and if Barricade doesn't move fast, the Buffalo will just shoulder into it and heave it right into him from the ground.
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