Ultra Magnus
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Jan 29, 2011 13:12:37 GMT -5
OOC: Open.
There is an Autobot kicking himself for not being aboard the ship when the attack began despite it being something completely out of his control, and that Autobot is currently storming up the station's concourse and headed for the Event Horizon's dock with all the implacability of an angry blue, white, and red freight train.
The trouble with taking this direct route, Magnus finds, is that there is considerably more foot traffic the nearer he gets to the docks. Crowds of people, none of them seemingly travelling in the same direction, clog up the walkways; friends who stop dead in the pathway to chat cause jams. It's enough to put those code patches Perceptor installed to the test and they may be the only reasons Magnus hasn't started bodily throwing people out of his way by the time he clears the area with the worst congestion and makes his way into a less claustrophobic corridor.
But this section of the station has its own hazards; an organic with the most distinctively androgynous appearance gives him a beatific smile that crinkles the corners of his/her large, round, leaf-green eyes and turns toward him, white-gold ringlets bouncing.
"Please," s/he tells him while offering a small, cup-shaped, pale yellow blossom that glows faintly in the dim station lighting, "take this flower as a sign of goodwill and love between our kinds." It takes immense effort to curb his urge to shove past; the Autobots have been in a tenuous position all month, after all.
"Thank you," he says awkwardly and instead, carefully, picks up the organic by his/her upper arms and sets him/her aside. "But there's no air on my ship." And he has no idea if it would survive even should Botanica find a place for it in the biosphere. He doesn't wait to see the other's reaction before he moves on. The next person to accost him – this one toting a clipboard and droning about a survey regarding the quality of Magnus's visit to the station – is shoved aside without a word. A robotic cultist wearing a horned cap and harassing passers-by for donations tries to waylay Magnus and this time, Magnus sees no reason to forego physical deterrence; another robot will be much more likely to survive a blow than an organic and Magnus's impatience is swiftly overriding his good sense. He grabs the cultist's outstretched arm by the wrist, using the momentum to drag the cultist forward and past him, pulling that captured arm down and back so he still has hold of it. He pivots with his pull then and brings one palm down squarely on the cultist's shoulder joint; something internal pops under the force. He just drops the cultist, who lies there groaning and clutching at his injured arm.
It isn't a fire alarm, but it certainly gets the attention of the cultist's fellows.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Jan 30, 2011 22:55:57 GMT -5
//Ultra Magnus,// Nightbeat transmits as he shoulders his way through the crowd toward a fire alarm, //What are you doing?//
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Ultra Magnus
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Feb 1, 2011 20:51:28 GMT -5
//I am trying to get to the ship!// Ultra Magnus drops to one knee and turns, lowering his shoulder at the same time; it sends someone tumbling over him and while the impromptu acrobat doesn't hit the deck all that badly, he doesn't make any moves to get up right away, either. Magnus, on the other hand, is already on his feet and tossing aside the next cultist standing in his way. One of the regulars from the bar chances upon the scene as he's on his way in for his daily social drinks; he recognises the newest of the bouncers and promptly rounds on one heel, going back the way he came.
Maybe he's going to locate the authorities, though whom he's going to sic them on remains unclear. Magnus pays him no mind, worried instead about the Event Horizon and the announcement that it's now moving. Just because he might be able to make the jump from airlock to ship's hull doesn't mean he looks forward to the attempt. He pauses with one cultist in a hammer lock and looks around, trying to find Nightbeat in the crowd.
//Are you going to help me,// he demands, //or not?//
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Feb 2, 2011 7:14:05 GMT -5
Nightbeat and Ultra Magnus aren't the only ones making their way through the crowd. But Guzzle, having tired from running, is simply plowing through them in his altmode, the only warnings given an annoying honking and angry yelling before they are simply knocked over.
"Come on, move it, MOVE IT!" Damnit, he's still going to slow! But his frustration is tempered some when he picks up those radio transmissions, letting him know that he's at least not the only one rushing towards the ship. //Nightbeat! Magnus! Where are you two servo heads!?//
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 2, 2011 19:29:30 GMT -5
//I see you, Guzzle,// Nightbeat transmits, shoving aside someone fleeing from Ultra Magnus. //See me waving?// he adds, as he waves. //Ultra Magnus is in the middle of that big furball over there, solving problems with his fists.//
The detective pulls the fire alarm, and red warning lights on the ceiling start flashing as a klaxon booms over the station's speaker system. //I'm just over here solving them with my processor.// Pedestrians immediately start heading for emergency escape pods, even some of the ones who were troubling Ultra Magnus.
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Ultra Magnus
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Feb 6, 2011 20:50:30 GMT -5
The furball doesn't last long between the fire alarms sounding and the large mechanoid at the centre of it, bodily throwing people off. Magnus doesn't stop to check on Guzzle or Nightbeat once he's clear, either; he just picks up where he left off, hurrying for the Event Horizon's dock. However, now there are volumes of people heading for the emergency areas, putting Magnus against the flow of traffic. He scowls and drops one shoulder to charge through the tangle.
//Your processors need a reboot,// he snaps at Nightbeat.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Feb 7, 2011 17:16:31 GMT -5
No, Nightbeat, Guzzle can't see you waving. He's currently plowing through a mass of people and he's a rather short tank. When he doesn't spot the detective he grunts before transforming, but even then he still has to shove aside a few people (returning any nasty glares in double) before he finally catches a glimpse of him. But still, this damn crowd...!
//Hrn. I do. Barely.// He's about to pull out his gun and fire off a warning shot, but then the detective demonstrates that there's an easier way to do things. //...Or not.// The Minibot grunts over the radio before he continues his charge, moving past the dissipating crowd and catching up with Nightbeat, nodding at the other Autobot before he's off running after Ultra Magnus again. "Hrn. At least he's clearin' a path for us."
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 7, 2011 21:07:06 GMT -5
Nightbeat looks at Ultra Magnus over the crowd, detective's senses searching his face for any sign of trouble. The city commander never struck him as the kind of 'bot to lash out at his fellows.
//Easy, Ultra Magnus. Save it for the 'Cons. Just a little friendly ribbing. You don't have to bite my head off,// the Headmaster transmits, looking out a porthole.
//Bad news. Ship's already undocking.//
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Ultra Magnus
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Disappointing Fellow Autobots Since the Age of Internment
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Feb 10, 2011 3:27:27 GMT -5
//I can make it,// Magnus repeats the same thing he said on broadband with the same tones of restraint and frustration. Nightbeat's examination will reveal a tense glower on Ultra Magnus's face, brow low, jaw grinding as if it's taking a lot from him to restrain himself from doing more harm than shoving people out of his way. Tense from antennae to wheels with bridled fury, he slams his hand against the airlock door controls once he reaches them. When the door doesn't immediately cooperate, he glowers dangerously at the controls and practically hammers the release button with one finger.
Another moment passes and Nightbeat is just the perceptive sort to see the subtle change in the set of Magnus's shoulders – the shift from frustration to impotent rage. Then Magnus, with a wordless snarl more befitting Grimlock than Iacon's former security chief, hauls back and punches the wall just above the control panel so hard the tiny, thick windows further down the concourse shudder.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Feb 11, 2011 9:29:46 GMT -5
Guzzle comes running up just behind Nightbeat, but he doesn't care about Ultra Magnus frustrations. No, he only cares about that damn door, waiting for it to open, readying himself for combat by pulling out the Judge and slamming a new cartridge into the holster.
But the big truck punching the wall does get his attention. It makes one of his optics twitch, and while he's sure that those two are already planning a way to open it, he has something that's much faster then hacking or pulling it open:
Just blow it up!
"OUT OF THE WAY NOW AND GET READY TO JUMP!" He yells as loud as he can, the only warning either of them will get before he drops down and transforms, facing their obstacle. His barrel starts glowing with charged up energy, the wrecker collecting as much as possible before he fires off a shot that is powerful enough to blow a bigass hole through the airlock doors and that is precisely what they do.
"GO!"
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OOC: I assume that any innocent bystanders are already out of the way or that protective bulkheads will close up behind the three Autobots.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 11, 2011 21:04:46 GMT -5
"Guzzle, wait! You can't just blast open the airlock!" Nightbeat shouts, but it's too late, the deed is done. "You're both a pair of-" Whatever the detective thinks Guzzle and Ultra Magnus are, we'll never know, because his words are lost amid the air screaming out into the vacuum.
Nightbeat transforms, Muzzle leaping off his shoulders and quickly climbing inside the passenger-side door, locking it behind him, as though that will somehow make the Porsche space-worthy. Nightbeat shifts into reverse and backs up as far as he can go, then accelerates forward with a squeal of tires, trying to reach his ridiculous maximum speed so he can cross the gap to the Event Horizon.
Both halves of the Headmaster pairing are thinking the same thing, as they often do.
This is a horrible idea!
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Ultra Magnus
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Feb 13, 2011 0:06:56 GMT -5
Having already planned to just force the door open if he had to and then jump, Magnus finds the slight alteration Guzzle provides no real problem. He steps aside only far enough to let the cannon blast clear him; he can actually feel the heat on his armour. Then the doors are out of the way and he practically throws himself from the gutted airlock toward the nearest visible outer hatch on the Event Horizon, assuming the other two Autobots will take care of themselves. As an afterthought, he wonders if he should have grabbed them just to ensure they all complete the leap.
No, he tells himself. Nightbeat has already seen to his own jump and Guzzle is headstrong even for a Wrecker. He likely wouldn't appreciate any unasked-for assistance.
//I'll handle the ship hatch,// he says.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Feb 13, 2011 12:57:43 GMT -5
Guzzle waits only long enough to make sure that the two other Autobots have made their leap of faith. Then he transforms and with wild and garbled screaming he jumps out of the newly blasted hole, roughly following the path of the other two Autobots.
//Heh, sure thing Magnus.//
It's been far too long since he last jumped onto a ship! Just a shame that the station isn't exploding behind them like last time.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Feb 13, 2011 16:30:59 GMT -5
Rodimus Prime flung Scourge through space! However, the Event Horizon has a fair amount of gravity itself, and Scourge was in just the right place that the Event Horizon's gravity overpowered the space station's gravity, pulling him back toward the Event Horizon.
Now he comes crashing towards Ultra Magnus - an armoured up Ultra Magnus. Despite being black, they're going to see him coming, so he comments on it, //Decided to hide your shame, Uncle? Or have the Autobots gotten another of you?//
Then Scourge tries to slam Ultra Magnus to the hull as best he can in zero-g without a point to push off.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 13, 2011 18:30:34 GMT -5
Nightbeat surges out of the blasted-open airlock and transforms, quickly attaching Muzzle to his shoulders before the Nebulan has a chance to float away.
He impacts hard with the hull of the Event Horizon, grabs a handhold, and is about to give Ultra Magnus and Guzzle an audial-full about how some people are carrying passengers who can't survive in a vacuum and besides there could have still been innocent bystanders in there, when his keen vision spots a moving spot of darker black against the stars.
//Look out!//
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