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Jan 19, 2011 21:03:29 GMT -5
Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Jan 19, 2011 21:03:29 GMT -5
Rampage hitches a ride with the Jolly Purple Giant. It's not the most comfortable fit, but it is a fit, and the chance to be on the front of the attack is worth the minor indignity. Oh, he can almost hear the screams! His spark can almost taste the pain and fear! Actually, he can taste some fear, licking at the edges of his more refined senses as Lugnut bears down on the front of the Event Horizon. He begins to laugh right before Lugnut makes contact, and then the world temporarily dissolves into light and sound.
He's ejected from his ride as his vision clears, and he pushes into the ship, hitting the floor of the bridge with a roll. He comes out of the roll in a kneeling position and both of his guns out and lets loose with a barrage of energy blasts.
//Knock, knock!// he calls out to the bridge's occupants, before breaking out in wild laughter.
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
Posts: 848
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Sturm
Jan 20, 2011 21:09:22 GMT -5
Post by Duskwing on Jan 20, 2011 21:09:22 GMT -5
Skipping Jetstorm due to 24-hour timeout
Duskwing, flying close behind Lugnut (behind Lugnut is a good place to be--he's a great shield) swoops in the gaping hole and lands on his feet, spraying anything that moves quickly with laser fire. Except Lugnut. And Rampage.
"EAT HOT PHOTONS, AUTOBUMS!" the Seeker yells, forgetting that no one can hear him since the air whooshed out the hole as he was coming in--so he actually sounds more like "--- --- ----- -------".
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Jetstorm (BM)
Minor
Producer, Director, Actor, Writer, but not prop boy, Jetstorm, soon to be winner of some award.
Posts: 355
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Sturm
Jan 20, 2011 21:57:25 GMT -5
Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Jan 20, 2011 21:57:25 GMT -5
Jetstorm does indeed fit... Somewhat... In Starscream's cockpit. He scrunches down, grimacing as he watches the scene on the outside. It does look nasty. He waits for the glare and the major debris to settle (drumming his fingers idly on his arm as he waits), before he's given the ok to get out.
Once he's cleared to move, he moves the glass dome over and pushes out, looking back and forth quickly, before looking eagerly as his weapons hum.
"We should have done this sooner!" He says gleefully, joining in on the charge in.
ooc: posing of Starscream done with permission
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Sturm
Jan 20, 2011 23:29:12 GMT -5
Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jan 20, 2011 23:29:12 GMT -5
Mayday is doing his best to follow orders, but everything is happening so fast. Concentrate on piloting the ship? Not the easiest task when there are a bunch of Deceptions and a spacecraft bearing down on you. But he does his best, sinking into the ship's systems and triggering the undocking procedure, doing everything he can think of to safely speed it up. They might have to repair some of the docking equipment later, but that's the least of their worries... //Commencing undocking procedure...// he says over the Autobot broadband, even as he switches the majority of his attention to finding a way to avoid the shuttle, or at least minimize damage, because it and the 'Cons are headed... straight for the bridge. His optics flick on just in time to see Lugnut filling the viewscreen. // Oh slag-!// Feedback from destroyed and damaged sensors knifes through Mayday's head, even as the explosion rocks his body back in his seat and the subsequent loss of atmosphere threatens to drag him from it. If he had time right now, he'd take a moment to be thankful for the harness preventing him from being sucked out into Decepticon-infested space. Remember kids, always wear your seat belts! Unfortunately, the bridge is very rapidly becoming Decepticon-infested itself, with the primary symptom of ohslagweaponsfireeverywhere. Snapping the harness open, Mayday throws himself out of his seat and takes shelter behind it - it's a more central, Captain's chair-esque affair, rather than one of the console chairs lining the walls. He takes two hits, luckily little more than grazes across a shoulder and a thigh. But they hurt, and he hates pain, and he can't look at the scorch marks without thinking of scorched bodies and dying people, and, Allspark, he doesn't want to die! The first litany is an attempt to calm himself: They're just minor wounds, you're not going to die. Just minor wounds, not gonna die, just minor wounds, not going to die-Then another: Bridge is full of 'Cons, I'm gonna die! Bridge is full of 'Cons, I'm gonna die! Then input from Xaaron: Evacuate Bridge Alpha. Evacuate Bridge Alpha. Evacuate Bridge Alpha!
And more: I can't move! They'll shoot me and I'll die! I can't move, I'll die!
If I don't move, they'll blow up the chair and I will die! If I don't move I will-
I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die-!
Shut up, shut up, shut up, I can't think, shut up, shut up-
More thoughts keep layering on and repeating, and he's scared and he can't focus and he hurts and it's getting to be too much and if it's too much he will lock up and reboot and- If you faint you will die. Clutching the sides of his head, he hunches forward and let's out a noise not unlike a fax machine.
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Barricade
Minor
Knight of the Spastic Sword
Trust Me
Posts: 372
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Jan 21, 2011 21:35:30 GMT -5
Post by Barricade on Jan 21, 2011 21:35:30 GMT -5
Rather than ordering someone else to do it, Barricade steps up to the controls; he's tracking BOTH parties (through Frenzy), plus the ship now, and doesn't trust anyone else to get it right. Not that it really should be all that difficult to aim for the hole that Lugnut made. It's not a small hole, after all.
"Hold on to your struts," he calls back to everyone else. "It's going to be a bumpy landing. Maybe some nice Autobots will soften it for us." Somehow, his snicker sounds like rusty sawblades grating upon slate.
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Jan 21, 2011 22:52:56 GMT -5
Post by Starscream (Movie) on Jan 21, 2011 22:52:56 GMT -5
Starscream transforms as he swoops into the Event Horizon, right on Lugnut's heels. His cockpit canopy snaps closed as Jetstorm climbs out, and he quickly moves to stand in front of the other 'Cons. He's not about to be caught leading from the rear. Starscream is always first in attacking. Also retreating.
He's thought hard about what to say at this moment. Something to strike terror into the sparks of his enemies. All his troops have said something suitably intimidating or dramatic so far. Really, though, there's only one thing for Starscream to say in this situation.
"Decepticons, attack!"
If he lives to be a billion, he will never, ever get tired of saying that.
Speaking of attacking, he ignites his jets briefly and leaps forward, landing on the back of the central command chair Mayday is hiding behind. He and shoots out one of those long arms to grab the little 'bot by the neck and heft him up to eye level, growling, his red optics meeting the Autobot's blue ones.
OOC: Mayday grabbed with permission.
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Cheetor
Cadet
Here he is, your little guy.
Posts: 67
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Sturm
Jan 22, 2011 2:03:35 GMT -5
Post by Cheetor on Jan 22, 2011 2:03:35 GMT -5
Looks like the only cavalry coming in so far is Cheetor!
A minibot-sized kitty with a pair of swords...and a bunch of Decepticons. (And a Predacon and a Vehicon!)
There's no way this can go wrong!
The technorganic cat speeds in, skids to a stop and with a small flash, morphs into a cat-bot, swords drawn.
Suddenly, realizing just how much bigger all these guys are makes rushing in seem like a really bad idea. Sure, he's lived against swarms of Tank Drones, but these guys are probably a lot smarter...
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Omega Supreme
Minor
Shorter and Coloured Funny but Still Angry as the Pit
Posts: 456
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Jan 22, 2011 14:33:03 GMT -5
Post by Omega Supreme on Jan 22, 2011 14:33:03 GMT -5
Omega Supreme has been floating in space. The Event Horizon's radar has likely been tracking him, with a friendly sign stamped on him, given that he does have proper, current Autobot IFF codes. He was a bit too far away to stop the Decepticons from breaking in, but he's here now, and he'll deal with what problems he can.
Omega Supreme enters through the hull breach, transforms, and lands behind Lugnut. He reaches out with his gun arm to try to tap Lugnut on the back of the head. If it was Devastator, Omega Supreme would just shoot first, but it's nothing personal now, and Omega Supreme is a cartoon Autobot.
This may be the first time many (or perhaps all) the 'cons have seen his new look!
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Rev
Cadet
Faster than a fast thing
Posts: 110
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Jan 22, 2011 17:02:40 GMT -5
Post by Rev on Jan 22, 2011 17:02:40 GMT -5
Hot on the heels of Cheetor is the next heroic Autobot, though this one doesn’t have heels of her own. With reactions honed on the race track she assesses just enough of the situation to see one friend in need, a big one indeed and one more with speed.
She however doesn’t hide, doesn’t pause and doesn’t play nice. Okay usually she does play nice but this is not the time for her shyness. “CYBERKEY ACTIVATE!” Her twin jet engines slid down and locked on her forearms and converted to canons, she continued to race on her wheeled feet, graceful and quick, she strafed the Deceptiscrap holding up Mayday and fired four powerful shots in less than a second, all aimed at the torso. Paired blasters appeared in her hands from sub-space as the energy from the cyber-key exhausted as the canons swung back up to her back.
The room may be getting crowded but that was where her speed and agility owned the races. She hoped it would serve her here.
OOC: Dustcutter is skippable for now
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Dinobot
Minor
Death Before Dishonor
Posts: 302
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Jan 22, 2011 17:21:26 GMT -5
Post by Dinobot on Jan 22, 2011 17:21:26 GMT -5
Bringing up the rear behind the technorganic and Velocitronian speedsters is a giant featherless dromeosaurid, claws clacking along the deck plates as he charges into the room and transforms, drawing his sword and shield.
Dinobot takes a quick glance around the room, then bares his teeth, giving Cheetor a toothy smile. "Outnumbered, outgunned, and on the defensive. Just like old times!" he growls, his tone in that place somewhere between angry and happy that Dinobot goes to when he's about to hurt people. He wouldn't be at all surprised if Quickstrike and Waspinator popped up from behind a console at this point.
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Screwdriver
Rookie
The Lady Protector, Her Splendid Primacy, Grand Duchess Screwdriver. The Devout Silencer of Common Sense and Logic
"And *I'll* live happily ever after..."
Posts: 225
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Jan 22, 2011 17:58:26 GMT -5
Post by Screwdriver on Jan 22, 2011 17:58:26 GMT -5
"Hoist the main-sail! Bring her about for a broad-side!" Screwdriver burbles out happily as she jets onto the bridge, then lands with a clumsy stumble. She straightens up and flings her arms out wide, crying out, "Since your heart is so enflamed, be a cricket, friend of the heat and of the fire!" 1 Several robotic crickets leap from her hands. One lands near Cheetor and... chirps. A tight-beamed sonic blast, potent enough to be damaging, 2 shoots towards him! 1 The Golden Branch2 Just Average level accuracy and the equivalent of Average level firepower in a sonic attack. The biggest problem is just that there are several of them.OOC: May I suggest we start peeling off into smaller battle threads? If anyone in specific wants to fight Screwdriver, feel free to post attacking her and then split off into a separate thread and I'll follow. Otherwise, Screwdriver is liable to annoy any given group with her crickets rather than focusing on a single enemy.
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
Posts: 848
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Jan 24, 2011 8:43:47 GMT -5
Post by Duskwing on Jan 24, 2011 8:43:47 GMT -5
Skipping everyone due to 24-hour timeout and Seeker impatience
Slag, it's getting crowded in here! Duskwing flings a few more random shots around, then spots the bridge hatch and dives through it, dodging any incoming shots, stabs, swings and bowling over small Maximals as necessary. He wants some fighting room. (And, if the truth is to be told, running and fleeing room).
The corridor is momentarily clear; additional Autobot reinforcements haven't arrived to clog it up. Duskwing cruises to nearest junction and darts off in a random direction, looking for stray Autobots...
Out of thread and off to meet Perceptor
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Lugnut
Minor
Broken.
Posts: 268
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Jan 24, 2011 12:22:51 GMT -5
Post by Lugnut on Jan 24, 2011 12:22:51 GMT -5
When the Autobot resistance starts popping in, Lugnut actually lets out a boisterous laugh, stepping forward to meet them with firing chest guns and his hammer held high. "THIS is the Autobot response?! How PATHETIC! Prepare to die Autobots, in the almighty glorious name of Megatro-!"
Tock tock.
Blink blink.
"Use your vocalizer, you foo-!" Lugnut turns to face whoever had tapped him, growling in annoyance, only to be greeted by a glorious garish nightmare. He actually stares for a good second before Rev's blast hits his back, snapping him into action with a roar, bringing a hand up to try and punch him into one of the consoles.
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Jan 24, 2011 13:41:33 GMT -5
Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Jan 24, 2011 13:41:33 GMT -5
Ah, the sweet song of pain and terror! Rampage revels in it, but the Autobot in Starscream's grasp is but a single part and he demands a symphony! And here is the first wave of defense, rushing into the fight as if to fulfill his silent wish.
The cat feels familiar, but his appearance is strange, his transformation more so. Not like any Maximal of his time. But far more familiar is the sword-bearing warrior that follows him. Now there's a face he learned to hate, though not until after this particular incarnations death. Rampage is perfectly willing to take out his hatred for Dinobot's clone on the original.
"Well, well, if it isn't Dinobot, back from the dead," he muses. "I should... rectify that."
Then, with a cackle, he raises his Gatling cannon, a missile slotting into place before rocketing off in Dinobot's direction. Keen-eyed observers might notice a peace sign emblazoned across its nose.
Transforming into tank mode, he follows after it.
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Jetstorm (BM)
Minor
Producer, Director, Actor, Writer, but not prop boy, Jetstorm, soon to be winner of some award.
Posts: 355
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Jan 24, 2011 15:24:03 GMT -5
Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Jan 24, 2011 15:24:03 GMT -5
After a few shots are fired off, Jetstorm pauses, and cocks his head to the side. There's something terribly familiar that pings up on his sensors, and his internal computer tells him that. 'Maximal signature detected.'
If there's anything to make Jetstorm easily ticked off, it's that phrase. He twitches and clenches his claws into fists, glaring around for the offending signature. It's not hard to miss the giant yellow scum running around.
"AGH. And to think it was such a good time until you showed up!" He growls, and blasts towards Cheetor, tackling the other and knocking him into a hallway nearby, right out of the way of the major fight.
ooc: tackling done with permission and moving into a new thread
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