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Post by Bumblebee-3 on Feb 20, 2008 3:25:15 GMT -5
Bumblebee still wasn't used to dealing with flying enemies. Sure, there was that annoying rodent one that he killed, but that was a different kind of flier to Duskwing. And he was NOT expecting this. Duskwing's foot gets wedged underneath Bumblebee's torso, working as a crowbar to break his torso. The force of the kick knocks him to his feet. Beneath his mask, his optics widen in surprise and pain.
"AH! You SLAGGER!"
As he gets up, Bumblebee's right arm slides back and reconfigures into gun mode. However, it does not hum to life. That's because Bumblebee has no intention of shooting it. He raises it above his head, and brings it down on Duskwing at the weakest part of his head. Then, lifts him up by his torn wing, and strikes again in the same place. Duskwing is knocked to the ground. Bumblebee starts to kick him. Again. And again. By about the fifth or sixth kick (but really, who is counting?) some energon starts to spray up from the wound.
Bumblebee kneels down to wipe the energon off. "Dont worry, Boss. I doubt he's going anywhere in a hurry."
OOC The First: Duskwing's rather unpleasant handling has been graciously consented by his player. OOC The Second: Yes, Bumblebee-3 can talk. This is an OOC surprise, but not an IC one to anyone from DZ-3. He just doesn't LIKE to talk.
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Feb 20, 2008 11:37:49 GMT -5
Rodimus's focus is still elsewhere, but he's not so obvious to what's going on around him that he misses the scuffle.
A mechanoid could get killed with that level of obliviousness.
He tilts his head just so that Bumblebee can know he's being looked at, and nods. "Very good," is all he says. Then, he turns and looks back at the burning city once more.
"And now, it would seem prudent to call a cease fire." He snorts and glances back at his troops. "It would seem that the Autobots are the defenders of the sanctity of life and freedom and all that nonsense in this reality."
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Duskwing
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"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 20, 2008 15:44:29 GMT -5
Duskwing savored an instant of triumph as things cracked in Bumblebee's torso and the wretched wasp-faced thing fell. He knew he was going to pay for it, but it felt good...
Then Bumblebee got to his feet and his hand transformed into a gun while Duskwing stared at it in dull surprise. Huh. That was weird--
The first blow stunned the Seeker; Bumblebee had to hold him up for the second, which sent him crashing to the ground. Somewhere between the fourth and fifth kick to his head, Duskwing slipped offline, systems locking down into protective stasis, his broken and torn body crumpled gracelessly on the rooftop. Energon pooled around his head.
--- Duskwing is currently baggage and skippable.
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Post by Bumblebee-3 on Feb 20, 2008 17:20:36 GMT -5
'Cease Fire.' Heh. Noone said anything about a cease-kicking. But, Bumblebee is bored. It's not as much fun when they can't writhe about. Anyway, he's had his fun.
At the announcement about this world's Autobots, Bumblebee turns his head sharply at Rodimus. His optics belie his bewilderment at the notion. Well, at least there's going to be somebody he can beat up.
As always, he awaits his next orders from Prime. Idly, he retrieves a small toy car from a hidden compartment. Gripped in his hand, he applies the tiniest of pressure to it. He doesn't want to crush the toy. Just ensure that its inhabitant is having the most excruciating time Bumblebee can inflict on them.
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Holi-3
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I always tell the truth. But that was a lie.
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Post by Holi-3 on Feb 20, 2008 17:43:46 GMT -5
Quite the grand time, watching Prime and Bumblebee tear into the Seeker. Perceptive observers who can bring themselves to look away from the spectacle might happen to catch Holi muffling a giggle here and there. Better the Decepticon – and really, at some point, shouldn't the nitwit figure out he's just causing more trouble for himself with all that mouthing off? – than him.
Then Prime stops. Radio, is Holi's guess, if the faint tickle at his receivers and the distant look on his loathed leader's face mean anything. Someone's having a chat with the Prime, and the Seeker is either incredibly brilliant or even dumber than Holi thought at first to go on the offensive like that. Holi will go with the second option, since all it does is get the idiot beaten until he goes offline. Well, so much for the fun part of the evening. Prime has to go and declare a cease fire, too, which means no more watching all these oversized gearheads keep trying to beat the bolts out of each other.
"The Autobots?" Holi echoes bitterly, trying his best not to look at that tiny car Bumblebee holds. These Autobots probably do about as well at their job as the Decepticons back home did.
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Oracle-3
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It's such a thin line between heaven and hell.
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Post by Oracle-3 on Feb 20, 2008 18:13:34 GMT -5
Having watched the entertainment with interest, she was rather disappointed when everything stopped so abruptly. Seeing Duskwing talking back to Rodimus like that had been one of the funniest, if dumbest, things she had seen in a while, and the response had been something of a forgone conclusion. Part of her had enjoyed seeing him manage to get a hit in on Bumblebee as well, but things were brought to an end too soon afterward for her tastes.
Wandering over to Duskwing, Oracle crouched to retrieve her restraints, the very tips of her fingers faintly glinting as she 'accidentally' dragged them over his wrists as she collected her property, leaving encircling marks. She highly doubted they were going to need to restrain him at this point in time after the damage Bumblebee had inflicted on the downed Seeker, and she wanted to reclaim her restraints before they were accidentally damaged. She tucked them away with a slight annoyed grimace, cleaning them later was going to be annoying.
Standing she prodded the unconscious blue flier in the side a few time with the very tip of one of her foot blades before turning away with a shake of her head and returning to her place standing with Perceptor. Cease Fire meant something was being worked out, and that likely meant an eventual prisoner exchange. She was glad she didn't have Perceptor's skill set, because the hell if she wanted to be involved in fixing that mess on the ground if they had to give the Seeker back in one piece instead of several.
This sounded like one confused and backward world if they and the Decepticons had switched places in the scheme of things like it sounded they had. A real laugh a minute. At least it didn't sound like she was going to be bored.
OOC: Further prodding of Duskwing with player consent.
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Feb 21, 2008 1:24:06 GMT -5
The Prime turns back towards his troops long enough to nod towards Perceptor and say, "He's yours, Perceptor, but consider him on only a temporary loan." Then the Prime turns away and looks back down at the burning city, the flickering lights reddening the silver of his face to make it a closer match to his optics and helm. "We'll be treating with his master soon, and will need to return him in one piece. An... assurance against treachery may not be a bad idea, if you can think of something useful there, but keep in mind the examination he'll likely be receiving, and the skill level you're probably dealing with."
The Prime's tone is still faintly bored and faintly distant. Details are still being worked out.
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Post by Bumblebee-3 on Feb 21, 2008 8:00:11 GMT -5
And now matters were out of the hands of thugs like Bumblebee. His right hand resumed its regular shape, he put his little toy car away, and stared at little Holi in an appraising manner. As if to consider whether or not he would fit into a toy car.
Bee is also skippable.
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Perceptor-3
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Curiosity killed... everyone else. After a lengthy examination, of course.
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Post by Perceptor-3 on Feb 21, 2008 21:22:17 GMT -5
Perceptor frowns thoughtfully, stepping up to peer down at the battered and broken Seeker crumpled upon the roof. Temporary loan, eh? No new pet for Skyfire, then. Too bad. It would have been intriguing to make the attempt to repair the obvious processor flaw.
"Understood," he replies, kneeling to more closely examine the damage and poke about the open systems, looking for some manner to cobble together that insurance the Prime wishes in a concealable manner. Perhaps a loyalty subroutine... or the nanite infused fuel additive he'd been eager to test...
If only he'd had his laboratory. This would be a much easier task to slip something into the inevitable repairs if he'd had access to all of his materials and tools.
Out come the probes and laser scalpels to prod his way through the Seeker's systems, not bothering to disconnect any of the tactile network as he does so.
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Holi-3
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I always tell the truth. But that was a lie.
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Post by Holi-3 on Feb 22, 2008 5:25:04 GMT -5
Holi doesn't miss that look thrown his way. It's hard not to let himself dwell on it; there were plenty of jokes in the ranks back home about the Micromasters' diminutive size. Blacker often complained that he never had the time, with the Decepticons always interfering with the Autobots' operations, to put together little carrying pouches for himself and the others so they could each carry around their own little micro-Transformer (no-one dared complain that Star Saber got four to himself). Even Star Saber's little pet remarked once – one of the rare occasions he opened his mouth – that Holi and his patrol-mates were "just like giant toy cars"; Holi tried correcting him about Boater, but the brat went back into his catatonic routine and Holi got a whole lot of nowhere. Once the Brainmasters heard about it, they latched onto the idea.
But it's one thing to be called a toy car and another thing entirely to be a helpless trinket. And Holi really doesn't like the way Bumblebee's looking at him. Isn't there somewhere else he can go? Would Prime even let him go?
"I could work in some scouting in the meantime," Holi suggests in as an innocuous and eager to please tone as befits requesting something of the Autobot leader, "sir…." Something to get him away from here, away from that leering brute before he gets too paranoid and screws up. Something to keep him away from even more Transformers like the Autobots. Something to make it look like he's still being useful.
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Oracle-3
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It's such a thin line between heaven and hell.
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Post by Oracle-3 on Feb 22, 2008 6:12:06 GMT -5
So they did have to give the Seeker back in one piece if he was being given to Perceptor temporarily and it sounded like her suspicions about the state of things were also being confirmed. Then again she had been smacked in the face rather hard with the reality that this was a very different world. She was still trying to ignore the pain signals she couldn't quite manage to fully divorce herself from coming from multiple parts of her body that had resulted with the little collision with that fact.
The wing...nothing to do about that for now, but her leg and side hopefully she could steal a moment of Perceptor's time to at least patch over. An obvious unattended injury wouldn't be a good idea to show up with to meet the Decepticons with anyway, not to mention the distraction the pain was. //Perceptor, when you finish reassembling that mess, could you spare a moment for a quick patch?// If he said no she was going to have to tough it out, and she didn't want to risk showing weakness out loud for no reason.
Oracle shook her head slightly when Skyfire came near to baiting Rodimus over the radio, but she stayed quiet where she was standing and trying to conserve her energy where she waited. Looked to her like it was shaping up to be an eventful day and she couldn't afford to burn through her reserves as fast as she had been before. Impatient and careless as she might act sometimes, she wasn't entirely unaware of her limits. "I am ready whenever we leave, though as before transport will be a problem." With the damage done to her leg, she wasn't even sure she could transform without tearing things apart that had been fused by the flamethrower earlier. Not that a jet with one wing flew very well anyway.
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Skyfire-3
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Professional Treasure Hunter and Pet Fancier
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Post by Skyfire-3 on Feb 22, 2008 12:31:09 GMT -5
Skyfire glanced at Bumblebee. "You ever get bored of that toy, Bee, I have a project in mind that I've discussed with Perceptor. All we need is a live laser core."
After his brief radio conversation with Prime, Skyfire frowned briefly, then said, "I'm going back to base to offload and resupply, then I'll return to this side of the portal in case someone goes astray and needs pick-up. Anyone needs transport back there, speak up now. TC, follow."
Skyfire transformed preparatory to flying back to the portal...
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Post by Thundercracker-3 on Feb 22, 2008 14:30:30 GMT -5
It's Skyfire's command that finally tears his optics away from the brutality Duskwing is undergoing, dampening his horror just enough for him to hear and obey. He's never felt so helpless in his life -- to simply stand and watch as a comrade is beaten...
But Rodimus Prime's words baffle him. Autobots, defenders of life and freedom? How is that even possible?
"Yes Master," he replies, his voice even quieter than usual, and transforms in preperation for the journey.
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Feb 23, 2008 0:51:12 GMT -5
Rodimus Prime narrows his optics at Holi. "Don't make us come find you when the time comes," he says, tone severe. "And don't get caught. You're not as useful as Synapse, and at this time, even his continued existence is doubtful."
Then he turns towards Oracle. "I don't see why transportation will be a problem. I do have a trailer. You, Perceptor, and Duskwing will ride inside. Perceptor, in addition to getting Duskwing back together, you'll need to effect repairs on Oracle." Hey, if the psycho psychic really wants to subject herself to the scientist, who is Rodimus to argue?
Actually, he's the Prime. If she didn't submit to repairs, he would have argued.
"Perceptor, we can wait fifteen minutes for you to fetch supplies you didn't bring with you. No more. Then we move."
With that, Rodimus walks to the edge of the roof and leaps off. He lands nimbly and in a crouch, despite the weight of his landing being sufficient to crack the metal beneath his feet. Then he stands up slowly and looks up at the others. "Do not keep me waiting." And though his voice is low, it carries easily over the crackling of the flames.
OOC: Rodimus is effectively out of the thread. Depending on player preference, we can start a new thread shortly that takes place during the trip, approaching the end of the trip, or whatever else.
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Post by Bumblebee-3 on Feb 23, 2008 18:08:13 GMT -5
Bumblebee shot Jetfire a look after he dared to speak to him. Perhaps if Bumblebee got tired with the toy, he would amuse himself with a nice big jet. Perhaps. This toy car was far too amusing, however.
Where Rodimus goes, Bumblebee will follow. Bumblebee made his way to the edge of the building, stopped, and looked threateningly at Holi. WIth that he leaped off the top, twisting and transforming in mid-air, and landing in car form, following Rodimus.
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