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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Oct 16, 2011 9:36:09 GMT -5
//Oh, believe me Swindle, I welcome that! For I will enjoy taking her apart again and again.//
Then he gets Spinister's suggestion over the radio. Well, that's certainly a good way to start things off!
Pee-Dee is quite the heavy one! And quick. He tries to jolt his head to the left, but isn't quick enough to avoid having her stomp half of his optic band. The glass cracks and leaves him blind on that end, the Combaticon commander cursing and lamenting while trying to grab her leg and pull her down. "Why do they always go for the optic band!?"
//I shall attempt to keep this wretched witch's attention firmly on my person, Spinister.//
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Post by Swindle on Oct 16, 2011 15:57:46 GMT -5
"I'm not talking about having a safe battle! I'm talking about having a battle where one stray shot doesn't detonate an energon-rich crystal formation and blow us all to the Well of All Spaaaaaoooowwh!" Swindle reflexively grabs the harpoon line attached to the piece of sharp metal now sticking out of his chest.
"And now you're trying to punch holes in extradimensional spaces! If you have a death wish, kindly leave the rest of us out of it! You'd be collapsing a mine on a beautiful female! That's just wrong!" he insists, opening his drawer and reaching in to retrieve something that doesn't explode things when it shoots. He comes up with a Gauss rifle and immediately tries to shoot the cable connecting him to Impactor.
He really doesn't want to end up as the Wrecker's yo-yo.
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Post by Spinister on Oct 18, 2011 22:14:18 GMT -5
Now the Wrecker is out in the open, and Spinister is terribly, terribly torn. Impactor died by Macabre's hand in Spinister's reality and again by a heroic suicide, if Flywheels's report was accurate. Spinister never had a chance to drink his fear. Onslaught seems awfully eager to tackle the Junkion. Perhaps Spinister may indulge himself
He does pause to correct, just to the Decepticons, //Swindle, Onslaught is not a woman.//
Duh, even Spinister knows that, Swindle!
So Spinister gets behind the Autobots, such that the Autobots are between him and Onslaught, and he ducks behind a bend, out of sight, even if he was visible. He pitches his voice low and whispery and calls out, "Impactor. Dead metal walking. How your little Emirate must have screamed in delight when he beheld you here. How do you think he'll scream when you're just dead?"
The reaction or lack thereof will tell Spinister a great deal. Ball-parking realities for fun and profit!
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Oct 19, 2011 23:36:09 GMT -5
"He can put himself together and as for me? I don't care!" Impactor is grinning as he says this. It's not pleasant.
He starts to yank on the cable, but when Swindle starts to fire at it he manages to just brace himself in time to avoid losing balance, but doesn't manage to move fast enough to get the cable out of the way. The thing snaps, causing him to snarl, and he reaches over to slam his fist down on the inside of right arm, popping off the casing to switch out for his hand. The whole maneuver is practiced enough that he manages it in at most a second or two, but it does slow him down just long enough to hear the whispers.
"Hng. Was right," he grunts quietly, then checks the area as best he can while keeping his shoulder cannon trained... not on Swindle, but that outcropping of explosive rubies not far behind Swindle.
"Spinister," he declares. "Got a score to settle with you."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Oct 20, 2011 23:00:32 GMT -5
"We can rebuild him. We have the tech1- oof!"
Onslaught pulls Pee-Dee down on top of him, her knee creaking alarmingly from the force of that yank. Before he can get any funny ideas, she tries to slam her other foot in the side of his head, hoping to set his audials ringing. The less of his senses he has to use, the better for her!
//Officer Spinister is the type to light a flamethrower rather than curse the darkness,2// she radios to Impactor. Sure, he may already know Spinister has that capability, but she'd be remiss if she didn't warn him.
1. Six Million Dollar Man 2. Men at Arms, Terry Pratchett, for which you may blame Officer Spinister![/size]
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Oct 22, 2011 16:50:04 GMT -5
When the Junkion goes down on top of him, Onslaught lets out a victorious guffaw, ready to boast, only for a foot to interrupt him by violently crashing into his head and making his audials ring. How rude! But Onslaught does not need them for what will come next. With one hand he attempts to grab the leg that just kicked him, and with the other, he breaks off a nearby Energon shard and tries to stab it into the back of her knee. "Let us see if your Junkion design is efficient enough to counteract THIS!"
//Swindle, do you possess a teleportation unit?//
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Post by Spinister on Oct 25, 2011 18:21:19 GMT -5
Frightening Impactor will be difficult, if not impossible, but if it was easy, it would not be nearly so enjoyable. Spinister is going to give it his best attempt, anyway. From his hiding spot, he calls softly, letting his voice echo, "Dead metal, there's a radio frequency with your name on it. Your hand will throttle your Emirate's skinny neck and your harpoon will find his brain module."
//Really,// he adds to Swindle and Onslaught. //If this is who I think it is, the right radio frequency will render him nothing more than a puppet.//
He revs the chainsaw, once, to give the Autobots something about which to think. Do they continue on with what they are doing or do they step Spinister's way?
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Post by Swindle on Oct 29, 2011 9:37:04 GMT -5
//No, Spinister, Pee-Dee is a woman. Notice the slightly different shape to her face, the shape of her thorax, the way her hips are about the same width as her shoulders, rather than smaller. Admittedly, that sort of thing doesn't always hold true,// hello Skystrike, hello Strika, hello Farlane, //but really, if you're going to visit Earth, you ought to be able to tell the difference between half the population and the other half.// Spinister clearly comes from a dark and terrible female-less reality. Swindle hopes he never has to visit.
The arms merchant dives to the left as he transmits, because talking is a free action. Unfortunately, there's not a lot of cover in here that doesn't explode, so he's just going to try and keep moving. He's also sending a volley of metal spikes at Impactor.
//Of course I do, Onslaught!// Swindle transmits to the Combaticon leader. //I just decided to stay here and fire off a few hundred rounds of this 500-shanix-per-package retail value ammunition rather than teleporting to safety because I love you guys so much!// It's hard to tell whether he's being sarcastic or not from his tone of voice.
//Should I be scanning for the proper radio frequency, then?// Seriously, being weak to radio is worse than being weak to fire-retardant foam.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Oct 29, 2011 20:03:14 GMT -5
// Eh, that's fine. Maybe if he melts my slaggin' armor on, it'll quit falling off. //
"Try it," Impactor growls. "It'll go as well for you as it did for Flame." After all, Impactor overcame that frequency once before. Impactor, sadly, now has two hands and no harpoons. However, Swindle seems intent on making sure that Impactor does not suffer for lack of pointy things very long, and several of the spikes tear into his armor and chest as he charges towards Swindle. He ignores them as he attempts to slam Swindle into one of the cave walls.
He hears the chain saw. He's even pretty sure he's got an idea what direction it's coming from. However, he's not going to go charging into the dark against an invisible enemy when it means turning his back on a visible one. Spinister'll most likely go quiet again after he manages to draw them away, and Impactor has no intention of playing the game by Spinister's rules.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Oct 31, 2011 18:39:05 GMT -5
Onslaught slams a ruby-shiv into the back of her knee. Pee-Dee yelps in startlement, sitting up abruptly. The ruby-shiv in her knee makes that trickier than it ought to be, since bending her knee drives the shard in deeper and cuts more lines. Still, 'efficient enough to counteract this'? Puh-leaze. "Dude, it's just a flesh wound!1"
Then she tries to beat him around the head and shoulders with her nightstick.
1. Monty Python and the Holy Grail
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Nov 1, 2011 17:53:30 GMT -5
Good, the foolish Autobot wench is distracted! The Combaticon wastes no time, grasping another shard and ripping it off. "Then allow me to inflict more grievous harm-AGH!" The baton connects, denting his head and sending his crest-dial flying and bouncing off the cave wall. "You infernal, blasted WENCH! You shall pay for that dearly!" He grasps the arm that is still swinging at him and tears it clean off, throwing it aside, and before she can react, grasps her helmet and gets payback for his broken visor by driving the shiv through one of her optics, as deep as it could possibly go. _______
Inflicting of grievous bodily harm done with player permission.
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Post by Spinister on Nov 2, 2011 15:54:42 GMT -5
Swindle said a beautiful woman. Pee-Dee is a Junkion. Spinister does not find rust particularly sexy. Besides, Singe and Hairsplitter can tell female humans from male humans just fine! All of this is inane, anyway, so Spinister isn't going to think about it anymore.
//We probably need a radio specialist... or at least more lead time. Let's just keep it a threat hanging over his head for now.// Swindle needs to do more important things right now than scan radio frequencies, like not die.
Spinister shifts position into a different patch of deep shadow and decloaks. Then he tries to sneak up on Impactor and take his head off with a chainsaw. There are two problems with this plan. One is that chainsaw make a lot of noise. The other is that Impactor can just duck. A torso strike would have been better. Spinister does not do much melee.
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Post by Swindle on Nov 3, 2011 10:58:46 GMT -5
Spinister is bright magenta and turquoise. He wouldn't know sexy if it came up and bit him.
Swindle complies with the Mayhem's wishes even if they disagree on certain matters, dropping the radio thing for now and concentrating on staying alive. He's not sure he can get out of Impactor's way, but he tries anyway, diving to the side and activating his forcefield.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 3, 2011 20:36:24 GMT -5
Impactor does, indeed, duck, but at least now with a chainsaw aimed at his head, the zombot knows where the sneaky one is. The Wrecker pivots on the 'balls' of his feet (though for a Transformer, they aren't really shaped as such) and lunges at Spinister with a feral snarl.
Now, it might seem bad tactics to lunge at a guy wielding a chain saw, but Spinister is far more dangerous at a distance than he is toe-to-toe, and so the more Impactor can keep him fighting with the chainsaw and not his guns, the better the position that Impactor is in.
Of course, this does mean giving Swindle a free shot for the moment.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Nov 5, 2011 19:44:38 GMT -5
The ruby shard goes in deep, though it's likely harder to force through than Onslaught might expect. (Or maybe it isn't. Maybe he expects the density of material inside a Junkion.) The ruby's glow intensifies as Onslaught shoves it in, suddenly cut power-lines connecting to the ruby's surface and feeding it electricity.
Onslaught just ripped off her arm and blinded her in one eye!
There are a limited number of words to describe how angry she is. Most of them are curses more suggestive than descriptive. Fury, however, clears her mind rather than clouds it.
Pee-Dee looks back at Onslaught with mismatched red glows, and her sawblade teeth whirr once. A pistol appears in her remaining hand, and she shoots him, aiming for joints and the cracked visor. All she needs is for him to loosen her grip and let her put some distance between them-
Ah, there. She darts back, still trying to put shots where they might hurt. "You are beginning to damage my calm.1"
1. Firefly
Posing of Onslaught with player permission.
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