Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on May 19, 2009 19:31:23 GMT -5
Time stamp: Day 11, open thread.
This was not Lugnut's week.
First, he was blasted far away from his master by the Autobot's ship. Then, he met quite an annoying Wreck-Gar spawn, who embarrassingly enough managed to defeat him with his own weapon. When he came out of stasis lock he not only found his comm device destroyed, but he also spend a whole day searching for his other arm. Once he had found that he tried to take off and leave this accursed heap of festering organic filth...Only to take a nosedive right back into the wet ground.
Closer inspection had revealed that his engines and some of his components were covered in almost solid gunk, which he immediately tried to burn off, but everytime they came back with a vengeance, like this swamp was alive and trying to consume him! Did it not realize who he was, and whom he served!? Bah! As if this land could stop him!
It did, however, significantly slow him down, his normally purple and teal armor now dulled and covered with a green hue from the swamp's filth. Lugnut kept marching though, the will to serve Megatron burning through his circuits and keeping him going, and soon, his faith and persistence was rewarded...The swamp had come to an end!
...Only to be replaced by an apparent sea of dull green.
Lugnut blinks in confusion, not recognizing any of this as part of Earth...Oh sure, there was grass, but the size and color were off, and the sky was definitely not that of the blue world that the glorious Megatron wished to see burned and left crippled. If it is Earth, then it certainly did not match the limited information on the planet that he had bothered gathering. He starts to growl deeply, his clamps tightening in frustration and confusion, before he finally could not hold back, throwing his arms into the air as he shouted in a demanding and angry tone.
"Where in the name of the almighty Megatron am I!?"
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on May 20, 2009 8:44:48 GMT -5
She should be flying.
Only the bare tips of Skystrike’s wings stuck out of the grass, only rising when she occasionally flicked them thanks to the stray strand of grass. It’d been an abrupt landing- a few meters away there was a hole in the green waves, damp soil smeared over torn roots and broken stems.
Now though, everything was quiet. Or at least, it had been.
There was a shout in the distance; so far away Skystrike had barely caught it over the wind, audio systems not tuned to distant noises, but it slipped through. She pauses and crouches lower, clutching the piece of junk she’d found against her upper arm.
//Hello?// She broadcasts over the shortwave. Since Lungnut’s radio is defunct, all she gets is a few moments of white noise. That presented a myriad of possible things and many of them weren’t favorable. So she pauses again, subspaces the piece of junk before slowly rising up and out of the grass to scan the surrounding area.
There. Big and greenish purple. Not Autobot colors but color had hardly ever been proof of allegiance. Did he spot her yet? Not sure. Better to find out early.
Skystrike increased the volume of her vocalizer and shouted the across the field.
“Hello?”
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on May 20, 2009 11:33:42 GMT -5
"I can tell you where you're not," an amused voice came from above Lugnut. "You and your loud voice was enough to bring me down from my daily flights, don't look so surprised!" He put a hand to his chest and threw his head back while he talked, even if Lugnut wouldn't be surprised at all.
Jetstorm flitted in a circle around Lugnut, interested in his looks, "My my you're a big one, huh?" he said, putting a finger to his chin as he looked him over. He raises his head as he hears somebody over the shortrange radio and then calls out in return.
// Yes, hello there. // He waves his hand as he talks over the radio, as if the other could see. // Feel free to make yourself known, it's just some rather large, dirty bot that knows a Megatron that was doing the yelling earlier. //
"So where were we? Somebody was on the radio, wondering what you were. And that was where we were! Who are you? Be you friend, or foe, or something I do not know?" Jetstorm eyed Lugnut, before waving his hand in a dismissing manner. "I'm Jetstorm, an ex-Vehicon General, because apparently in this place, leadership has gone all but to the drones and there's a very interesting hierarchy in place. No Megatron here. I don't MISS him either, what with the barking of the orders and the putting down my efforts to be fabulously on top."
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Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on May 20, 2009 12:35:06 GMT -5
Lugnut had just dropped his arms back down and was about to ask himself what Megatron would do, when much to his surprise someone above him began talking!
Just a shame that the voice was even more annoying then Blitzwing's.
"Show yourself!" He barks out that command even as he turns around, trying to spot the mysterious presence even as he grabs his hammer. A quick scan showed that the owner of the voice isn't a Decepticon, but not an Autobot either...? Were his scanners destroyed as well? Would this infernal place never stop testing his loyalty to the almighty one!?
Finally he manages to spot the blue and yellow mech, briefly wondering if this was another of Starscream's blasted clones, only uploaded with a certain Blitzwing personality. He pushes that thought quickly to the back of his mind though as he listened to this 'Jetstorm' speak, his optical shutter contracting a bit in surprise at what he was saying. "Vehicon? Vehicon General? Megatron has no forces called that! I command you to make sense, or I will force you to do...So...."
And then Jetstorm had to go and mock Megatron.
"Traitorous infidel! I shall make you answer for that!" Lugnut growled with a deep rage, wanting to open his missile bays only to find that the swamp filth would not let him. "Bah! No matter! I only need my hammer to lay down the vengeance of the might Megatron upon thee!" He was about to swing his hammer at Jetstorm when his attention was caught by the female voice, once again finding himself 'blinking' in surprise, dropping the hammer a bit as he zoomed in on the femme....Though what he saw did not please him. "Another blasted clone! How many did that traitor Starscream create!?"
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on May 21, 2009 4:55:23 GMT -5
//… Jetstorm.// Of course it had to be Jetstorm there first. She rumbles in mild irritation but doesn’t say anything else to him after that; she instead straightens up from her slouch and walks towards the pair with an air of caution.
Already she could hear that the little jet had managed to initiate quite the bickering and that was enough to make the seeker stop good distance away, baleful expression darkened further with a scowl. Apparently the large green and purple mech was a Megatron zealot. Well, at least this one was less boring so far.
“I am Starscream’s model, not his clone. At least, in this world.” She answers dully. In her female voice. In actuality she was probably a few notes below Lugnut’s Megatron’s voice and the low rumble sometimes lapsed into infrasonic ranges.
“Name, rank and the current time on your chronometer,” Skystrike says after a moment, lazily flicking her wings to indicate the dark purple symbols on them. “We might be able to help you then.”
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on May 21, 2009 13:52:25 GMT -5
"Like shooting Maximals in a barrel," Jetstorm roars with laughter, rolling around in the air. He darts around the hammer, thankful for his size for once. "You'll make me what? Oh I'm quaking in my thrusters here," Jetstorm feigned a voice of fear as he paused in front of Lugnut and made a mocking face.
He spins as he ascends further into the air, hopefully out of reach of the hammer. He nods to Skystrike as she walks up. "I don't know who he is, but somebody's got a thing for Megatron. Megatron this, Megatron that. Honestly, I'm just glad to be away from that wire-ridden jerk. Never appreciating my work! Making me work with idiots! FEH!"
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Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on May 21, 2009 17:56:34 GMT -5
"In this world? Explain yourself!" Lugnut is becoming angrier with the second now, his central optic going from the blue annoyance to the blue mode-...clone, the grip on his weapon tightening. The purple behemoth was about to demand an explanation when Jetstorm once again opened his accursed vocalizers, an annoying growl starting deep in his chest as he once again rattled with rage.
"You deserved working with idiots, you blasphemous torrent-vocalized, attention cravingspace barnacle!" Lugnut turns to face Jetstorm properly, his chest-mounted turrets swiveling up and taking aim at Jetstorm, an amphibian quickly jumping out of the barrel at the increasing heat...But then Lugnut's optic spots the Decepticon symbols on the femme's wings, his body relaxing a bit as he turns his weapons off again. Oh, he most certainly does not trust these two, not at all, but rest of the clones had proved themselves to be faithful to the magnificent cause of the glorious Megatron. He will indulge her...For now.
"I am but a humble enforcer for Megatron, though I am known as Lugnut. You will do well to remember it, for the very mention of my name makes the Autobots tremble in fear of Megatron's wrath!" He straightens up a bit, proudly displaying the symbol in the middle of his chest, even if it was covered in the greenish muck. "Chronometers are meaningless! But it is time for you to explain where I am, vile spawn of Starscream!"
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on May 22, 2009 6:29:15 GMT -5
//Jetstorm.// Skystrike says plaintively, optics narrowing at them as they ranted at each other. She wasn’t really listening to word either of them were saying, but the noise was still impressively annoying. //It would be in your greatest interest to cease being a pest.// This was going to turn into an ‘Annoy Skystrike’ day wasn’t it?
Her optics followed after the critter that’d just hopped out of Lugnut’s chest, arching a brow with something like morbid fascination although the rest of her neutral expression stays the same. “Very well, Lugnut,” the seeker inclines her head after the newcomer was done praising Megatron’s godly name. “But this will be complicated.”
After that comes a long winded and thoroughly well repeated introduction of Gillanan III, how it was a nexus that pulled transformers in from different universes and a summary of the current situation. For the moment however, she leaves out the fact that Starscream was the current leader; this way there’d be no angry hammer wielding and well armed giant to deal with. At least, for a while.
Vocals static-y from more talking than she was used to, Skystrike looks the large mech up and down before monotonously muttering, “It’s a long walk to our base.” Depending on whether or not she was going to be allowed to call in some help to drag this behemoth home. After all, most of his traits were a bit unfavorable for a certain someone at the top of the hierarchy. Then again, that was also true for most of the Decepticon situated here.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on May 22, 2009 11:44:06 GMT -5
// Where's the fun in not bothering the easily bothered? // Jetstorm shakes a finger in the no fashion at her. his attention, however, is turned to the hum of weaponry, which is never truly a good sign. He stares over, eying Lugnut and being ready to bolt away at a moment's notice, before... Something bounces out of the gun's barrel.
"Rrooaakruuu," the small amphibian lands on the ground, its webbed legs flailing as it makes the landing and then disappears into the brush below.
"OH THAT'S RICH!!" Jetstorm points at the frog, clearly amused beyond anything before. He is thrown into another fit of laughter, before calming down, and acting as if he was crying from laughing so hard - even going as far as to wipe a fake tear from his face. He brushes himself off and then zones out as Skystrike explains their current predicament, not interested in hearing it once more.
"I'm sure you'd be a great asset to the fighting, though. There are Autobots running around like weeds," Jetstorm says in an annoyed tone as he glances off to the side. "Check it out... You could get some of those anger problems out by beating them to a gritty pulp."
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Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on May 22, 2009 19:38:29 GMT -5
Lugnut listens to Skystrike speak, explaining what this planet was, but he can hardly believe his audio's. The glow of his main optic brightens, his mouth falling open in shock, and just as she was about to finish speaking he throws his fists into the air as he lets out a desperate 'roar'.
"No, you speak lies! Megatron is everywhere! No planet is unknown to him! He would know about this mudball, this 'nexus', this...Gwaaargh!" Once again he grabs his armor, looking very ticked off, though he did not attack, oddly enough. Not yet, at least. "You will take me to your base, and you will help me find a way back to the glorious lord Megatron! Fail to comply and you will be but a scratch on the bedrock!"
Lugnut is still trembling with rages, holding his hammer in a threatening hammer until he hears what Jetstorm says. He turns around in shock, an angry growl starting in his throat, glad to have a distraction and something that he could vent upon...With his fists, naturally. "Autobot scum! I shall purge them all, even if I have to burn down this entire organic wasteland to do so!"
With that he turns around and stomps into the grass, activating his scanners as his hammer is ready to crush the cranium of any Autobot unfortunate enough to cross his path...Though he will probably come back for Jetstorm once he finds out there aren't any.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on May 23, 2009 6:15:31 GMT -5
//Hn.// Not like Jetstorm would heed a warning anyways so there was really no point.
Skystrike ignores the cocky little flier and just watches on as Lugnut proceeded to rant, threaten, throw a bomber caliber hissy fit and preach a religious sermon all at the same time. Then Jetstorm had to go and mention Autobots and Skystrike’s already flat expression turned decidedly flatter.
She watches the giant go lumbering through the grass for nonexistent enemies and stifles a sigh. Talk about a basket case.
“You should get repairs first.” The seeker states, an undertone of irritation in her voice. “We can sort out other issues afterwards.”
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on May 23, 2009 18:27:46 GMT -5
"Well, if we're heading back to OUR base, they won't be that way unless they're stupid. Then they deserve to get beat, I'd wager," Jetstorm explained as he darted ahead, half leading the way. "This way," he points a bit in a different way than Lugnut was heading.
He transforms into his vehicle mode to coast leisurely along, occasionally watching below him.
"I can't imagine how much fun you'll be if you're repaired, big guy," Jetstorm muses.
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Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on May 23, 2009 18:49:40 GMT -5
Lugnut was already slamming away with his hammer at the grass, leaving little impact craters when he hears both Jetstorm and Skystrike call out to him. He growls in annoyance, grumbling something with "Make up your minds in the name of Megatron already!" before walking in the direction that Jetstorm directed him too.
But when Jetstorm transforms and flies around, he starts to get annoyed again, turning to face Skystrike, pointing demandingly at her. "I do not require repairs! What I need is this organic filth purged from my body! In the name of the Megatron, future Master of the Allspark, I command you to burn it all!" He is speaking the truth; he might be damaged, but none of it was severe enough to prevent him from transforming. No, it was the muck on his armor and on his surface joints that are giving him grief.
"Unless you want to walk besides me as I tell you of victories of the glorious Megatron." Beware folks, he has that fanatical twinkle in his optics again.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on May 24, 2009 9:46:46 GMT -5
She watches Jetstorm transform and flit off and was about to turn and follow him when Lugnut pointed his... claw-thing at her. Skystrike glances at the appendage, then up at Lungnut as he talked, frowning slightly.
"... Burn it...?" The question trails off into a befuddled rumble. There was a low setting on her lasers but that still more like a laser blow torch than a flame thrower and not quite ideal for use near armor. This wasn't even mentioning how difficult it was to burn wet organic material and there was also the issue that burnt organic things tended to cling worse to armor than non-burnt organic things, thus needing a lot of scrubbing to get rid of afterwards. Skystrike just stares blankly at him for a moment.
"There's a small lake nearby." The berkut suggests instead. She can deal with Megatron stories. Not that she wants to but it's probably less annoying than road trip songs.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on May 24, 2009 13:38:12 GMT -5
"Say what?" Jetstorm stops, his head in vehicle form pointing down to stare at Lugnut below. "You want to be set on fire?" He shakes his head. "You must have something lose, or not connecting. Wet things, in my experience, do not get set on fire well."
Jetstorm choses mostly not to listen as Lugnut rants. Selective hearing was a useful thing to have.
"I'll be heading in the direction of the base," he informs the two as he looks down and then turns a very lazy loop and starts gliding along.
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