|
Post by SceneMod on Jun 29, 2011 21:42:51 GMT -5
Spin off for Drift and Guzzle from Stuck in the Middle With You
The Lithone that dropped from just in front of Drift springs straight for the swordsmech's pretty face, mouth open and showing sharply-filed teeth. The macabre monster's knife-fingers stab down and if they find purchase, will twist wickedly.
Guzzle, meanwhile, is getting double-teamed by the first creature's brothers. He manages to take the knees out from under one of them, but even wounded, the screeching robot is still stumbling and scrambling toward Guzzle, using its knife-fingers to drag itself along. Its double frog-hops around any blasts aimed its way and tries to get around the short Wrecker and hamstring him.
|
|
|
Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Jul 1, 2011 18:00:18 GMT -5
He has to admit it, these buggers are though. They fight like Overlord 'requested' them too. He grunts as he keeps firing, aiming for the servos and pistons that are exposed, until he just goes "Frag it." He takes a step back before shouting "WRECK AND RULE!", the battlecry dissolving into incomprehensible ranting as he runs and then leaps forward, aiming to tackle the crippled beast head on, aiming to knock it down and follow it up with something spectacular.
Like trying to feed it the Judge and blow it's damn brain module out!
|
|
|
Post by Drift on Jul 3, 2011 20:30:13 GMT -5
So, apparently Guzzle is either deaf or is pretty okay spraying his Hose of Death he calls a gun in Drift's general direction. Drift finds it a significant improvement when Guzzle decides, finally, to get a little hands on. Guns were nice, but, nothing quite like the satisfaction of some close quarters combat.
Drift had missed this--the little battle he'd walked in on against the Evil Anemone had been just an hors-d'oeuvre. This was a nice tasty meal.
That's...a terrible metaphor for combat. Slag.
Whatever. Drift decides the best way to tackle this enemy is to do a nice big scissor action across the thing's midsection. Maybe it'll be less ugly in three pieces.
Probably not.
|
|
|
Post by SceneMod on Jul 3, 2011 22:04:10 GMT -5
Guzzle succeeds in pouncing the wounded Lithone, but that still leaves his back open to the other assailant, whose finger-knives are still slashing toward the Wrecker's leg.*
The one with which Guzzle is grappling is not swinging wildly, but is instead trying to stab his knives between seams and into joints. If Guzzle really does shove the Judge down the creature's throat, it will clamp down with its pointy teeth and try to break the barrel. It certainly has more jaw and tooth strength than one would expect, as the filed teeth won't even crack.
Drift's scissor slash cuts his opponent in the expected pieces just before its fingers would slash into the white mech.* The piece with the head attached is still cackling manically, and its hands scrabble toward the fallen pieces of itself. Keen eyes might spy a silver flash of movement amongst the robot's torso wiring.
*Just a reminder guys, please remember to respond to attempted attacks in some manner that indicates if they hit or not. I handwaved it a bit here, but non-acknowledged attacks are supposed to be auto-hits.
|
|
|
Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Jul 4, 2011 6:30:39 GMT -5
Drift needs to stop whining, Guzzle knows how to use a gun. Mostly.
Those claws catch on some treads, tearing away at the kibble and pulling it out entirely. Guzzle hisses more from anger then pain, his armor thick enough to catch most of the hits, though those claws are stronger and sharper then he thought they'd be. He will have to kill the guy he's on quick before taking care of this fragger.
Unfortunately, he's having a bit of trouble with the one that's beneath him. For one thing there are those claws tearing away at the weak spots of his armor, making him swing left to right and punch the arms away the best he can with his free hand, and for now it's helping him stay in one piece. But there's something that has him far more worried:
It's starting to chew up the Judge!
"OH, YOU HUNGRY!?" Guzzle roars at the thing before trying to shove the Judge in there deeper and then twisting it sideways, ejecting the blast shield on the front, trying to slow it down some. "THEN ALLOW ME! SPECIAL, FROM THE HOUSE! ENJOY!" Then he starts pulling the trigger like mad and, hopefully, the Judge is still capable of blowing some nice big holes through this thing's cranium!
|
|
|
Post by Drift on Jul 4, 2011 13:54:36 GMT -5
It's not whining, Guzzle, it's giving you fair warning that he can just as easily 'accidentally miss'. (nb this is Drift's paranoia speaking. He presumes Guzzle is going to try to kill him...oh so conveniently. This is no reflection on how I feel about Guzzle or his player.)
He doesn't mind the Lithone's first attack hitting. It satisfies his need to let the other bastard strike first. It's his own version of 'moral highground'. Oh, you bit me in the face? Enjoy some Ginsu action. You can't damage the Pretty with your stank breath.
But Drift's swords can do a lot of damage.
Oooookay, more damage than that?
Stop moving.
Seriously.
Kinda creeping Drift out.
Know what? This requires:
MORE STABBING.
Two of the most beautiful words in Drift's lexicon.
"GET DEAD ALREADY." Ah, poet of the battlefield. As always.
He stabs at the head with one blade, another pinning down the torso. Try that on, ugly.
|
|
|
Post by SceneMod on Jul 4, 2011 19:25:16 GMT -5
Guzzle succeeds in blowing the CPU out of the hostile chowing down on his weapon. It no longer has a mouth to chew with, or even a head, but it takes several more seconds before the body stops flailing and ripping at Guzzle.
The Lithone behind him reaches around and snags a bit of cranial matter up of the floor, stuffs it in his mouth, and then leaps, aiming to land right on the short little Wrecker's head.
The giggling stops when Drift's sword goes through the Lithone's head, and the movement of all limbs stop extremely suddenly when Drift's sword goes through its torso. It may not be heard over the clatter of battle, but inside the creature, something shatters.
When Drift pulls his sword out, the section that was actually inside the Lithone's body is heavily pitted and eroded, possibly to the point of breakage.
|
|
|
Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Jul 5, 2011 19:33:40 GMT -5
"Compliments from the chef." Guzzle grunts before he yanks his gun out of the pulp that was once a head. But it looks like he doesn't even have time to inspect it and find out if this is the Judge's demise or merely a fresh new set of battle scars.
There is one thing the Lithone forgot. See, there's a rather sizeable cannon between shorty's helmet and the freak himself. And while he doesn't fire it often outside of his tank mode, he can do it. He looks over his shoulder before he decides to demonstrate this little fact, dropping himself back just as it leaps forward, trying to catch it on the now humming cannon...
And if he succeeds? Well, it would be a shame to not take the shot, especially when it's turned away from Drift.
Kapow, baby.
|
|
|
Post by Drift on Jul 5, 2011 19:45:47 GMT -5
Drift would highly approve of anything involving taking out one of these slagging things, whether or not he's in the splatter zone. He is highly displeased about the condition of his sword. Good thing he has a spare.
Still, he files away that the chassis goes crunch, but...that's not normal. He squats down, poking at the thing's torso with his damaged blade, trying to peer inside it.
"Think we should call this in?"
Only the fact that he doesn't like Springer JUST a bit more than he doesn't like Guzzle makes it a question.
|
|
|
Post by SceneMod on Jul 8, 2011 22:56:29 GMT -5
Our intrepid heroes succeed in dispatching their foes, the last of them simply unable to handle the magnificent force with which Guzzle's cannon explodes. Remember, just because someone's short, doesn't mean he's small.
<_<
Should they continue on, the will have a short period of uninterrupted travel through more creep corridors strewn with puddles of fluid and odds and ends of body parts.
They are still trying to find Override, Mirage, and Slider, yes?
OOC: Scenemod is skippable at the moment.
|
|
|
Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Jul 9, 2011 8:41:38 GMT -5
The Lithone is blown away with the most satisfying of booms. Unfortunately, unless Drift thinks quick and gets behind a panel, he will be showered in gore. Guzzle certainly is as he flops back, but instead of sounding disgruntled he laughs like a madman while getting back up to his feet, wiping away some of the mushy robo bits on his faceplate. "Ahahahaaa, that was some good fun."
"Hrn?" Then Drift's little comment settles in and he swaggers over, kneeling down next to the corpse, poking at the wound with his gun. Boys, always poking into mushy holes with long things! "I ain't no nerd, but that isn't normal...Yeah. We should. Not it. You do it."
With that jolly comment he stands up again, turns around and waits long enough for Drift to do the same, using the time to do a quick inspection of the Judge. Once Drift gets moving, so does he. Better to get moving, who knows how long they'll have to go and what they will encounter before they reach the other group. ______________________
OOC: Do we now work towards a wrap and post in the Fore! thread, or keep going in here?
|
|
|
Post by Drift on Jul 10, 2011 22:59:46 GMT -5
Drift? Think quick? AHAHAHAHA no.
So, Drift appreciates the Grossbath, Guzzle. He's JUST about to make some surly comment about you having to wash it all off...when he realizes how...uh...that sounds.
Battle Repartee Crisis: Averted.
Not...it? Drift wonders if the concept of military parlance ever brushed by your field of awareness. These Autobots! But, Guzzle was handy with that hand cannon so Drift approves. "Yeah. Guess I'm....it. Then." He pauses to probe under the torso again with his sword, testing the damaged metal in the process while he calls in. Yay, a position of authority. He's...so good with those.
No reason he can't do this while walking. He roughly cleans his blades on Lithone side, standing up, and ready to move down the corridor.
((ooc: i shall defer to the all wise scene mod on guzzle's question))
|
|
|
Post by Mirage on Jul 12, 2011 21:47:44 GMT -5
OOC: just to make it easier, I'm cross-posting. Mirage and Override are moving over here. Feel free to run into Mirage and Override whenever.
Now that stealth is rather unnecessary, Mirage uncloaks. He pauses for a moment to flick some bits of... something from his armor, then races after Override.
"Drift and Guzzle were the ones sent toward us, yes? Just listen for the sounds of explosions being stabbed," the spy says dryly.
Because subtlety? Not happening with that pair.
|
|
Override
Minor
The Chancellor, Her Noble Potency, Empress Override. The Glorious Victor over Everyone Else On the Track
Shut up and drive
Posts: 476
|
Post by Override on Jul 13, 2011 17:08:08 GMT -5
Override snorts as she shoulders her way through the door. "Why do all the good parties happen where I'm not?" she asks in response to Mirage's observation. They enter a passageway, one that bends to the left not far ahead, then back to the right. Drift and Guzzle could well be right past that second turn.
(In fact, they are.)
Either way, Override waves Mirage through the door behind her. "We're past stealth, and I can take a hit better than you, so I'll take lead. Keep alert." Override listens to her own advice, glancing about as she moves ahead.
|
|
|
Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Jul 13, 2011 20:03:16 GMT -5
Indeed, they are right past that turn! Unfortunately, it is blocked off with a bit of rubble. Not that it really matters, because one sound of a cannon charging later it blows up with considerable force, sending scrap and other assorted half-molten junk flying past that corner.
Then, it's followed by a transformation noise and the sound of footsteps on grating before a certain gore-covered Wrecker comes around the corner, gun raised, only lowering it when he sees that it's the other Autobots. "Found 'em."
|
|