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[Original RPG] The Edge of the Abyss: Watery Grave (Nemesis)
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Hatemonger's Office
Scorponok nodded to Windrazor, then produced a padd out of subspace and started to tap away at it with his huge claws.
"Very well," he said. "I will add Tracer and StarBlade to the crew roster. Triggerhappy appears to be on an operation, so he will probably be unavailable. Thundercracker would be an adequate replacement if Spinister requires another flier."
He nodded in acknowledgement to Shockwave. "I will do just that."
Then, a glance to Hatemonger. "You don't have any more suggestions?"
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Ratbat stood silently in the corner, glowering alternately at Scorponok and Windrazor.
Scorponok nodded to Windrazor, then produced a padd out of subspace and started to tap away at it with his huge claws.
"Very well," he said. "I will add Tracer and StarBlade to the crew roster. Triggerhappy appears to be on an operation, so he will probably be unavailable. Thundercracker would be an adequate replacement if Spinister requires another flier."
He nodded in acknowledgement to Shockwave. "I will do just that."
Then, a glance to Hatemonger. "You don't have any more suggestions?"
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Ratbat stood silently in the corner, glowering alternately at Scorponok and Windrazor.
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Hatemonger thought for a few moments.
"I would say anyone that is available that has a counterpart from Nebulos would be a sound idea. Thankfully Tiptop and Heater are from the general populace. However, given one was a drug dealer and the other had a fall from grace I can't say they would be the best at regaining anyone’s trust." He paused and thought of a few more additions.
"But Pounce, Wingspan and Flywheels would also be reasonable additions to the team. Just in case there is any combat on this mission." He said rubbing his chin.
"I would say anyone that is available that has a counterpart from Nebulos would be a sound idea. Thankfully Tiptop and Heater are from the general populace. However, given one was a drug dealer and the other had a fall from grace I can't say they would be the best at regaining anyone’s trust." He paused and thought of a few more additions.
"But Pounce, Wingspan and Flywheels would also be reasonable additions to the team. Just in case there is any combat on this mission." He said rubbing his chin.
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StarBlade, having avoided a possibly bad confrontation with Thundercracker, was wandering in the area designated as living quarters. Wow. They've made a lot of changes, as far as I can tell... It would take me weeks to cover everything, but something tells me I don't have that time. The assassin continued on, just exploring till anything came up.
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Bugly frowned, glaring at the same point in space that Bludgeon was focussed on.
"Yes, do tell," he growled. "Unless you want this to turn into an exorcism, anyway."
A shivery feeling went through his spark as he felt a spectral voice calling out.
"And if I do?"
The voice came only milliseconds before a pile of heavy boxes pitched forward, crashing down towards Bludgeon. At the same time, cieling plates started to rain down on Bugly. The Pretender scowled, trying to stem the attack with a telekinetic pulse.
Oh, it'll pay for this...
Bugly frowned, glaring at the same point in space that Bludgeon was focussed on.
"Yes, do tell," he growled. "Unless you want this to turn into an exorcism, anyway."
A shivery feeling went through his spark as he felt a spectral voice calling out.
"And if I do?"
The voice came only milliseconds before a pile of heavy boxes pitched forward, crashing down towards Bludgeon. At the same time, cieling plates started to rain down on Bugly. The Pretender scowled, trying to stem the attack with a telekinetic pulse.
Oh, it'll pay for this...
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Bludgeon: -in one lightning, fluid motion, draws katana, blade flashing, and sheathes it, the boxes falling in small pieces-
Bludgeon: -in one lightning, fluid motion, draws katana, blade flashing, and sheathes it, the boxes falling in small pieces-
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As Bludgeon slashed the crates to pieces, Bugly shoulder-rolled forward, outside the area where the cieling was caving in. His right hand stretched outwards, lightning forming in his palm.
"Show yourself!"
Before his optics, a patch of air began to darken. A figure formed, a translucent representation of a generic-looking seeker jet.
"Oh, very impressive. No one has ever found me before."
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Hatemonger's Office
(OOC: OK, so with Flec out for the summer I'll be babysitting Gigatron. Decepticons Forever, and all that...)
Gigatron crossed his arms, keeping silent as minions worked out the precise arrangements for the Nebulos affair. When it appeared that they were done, he nodded absently.
"Excellent. See to your duties, then."
Ratbat started to head for the door, but the Decepticon leader raised his arm to bar the way.
"Oh, there is one more thing." He turned his attention to Windrazor, optics narrowed dangerously. "I believe I asked you how precisely Optimus Prime met his end. So please, do tell."
As Bludgeon slashed the crates to pieces, Bugly shoulder-rolled forward, outside the area where the cieling was caving in. His right hand stretched outwards, lightning forming in his palm.
"Show yourself!"
Before his optics, a patch of air began to darken. A figure formed, a translucent representation of a generic-looking seeker jet.
"Oh, very impressive. No one has ever found me before."
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(OOC: OK, so with Flec out for the summer I'll be babysitting Gigatron. Decepticons Forever, and all that...)
Gigatron crossed his arms, keeping silent as minions worked out the precise arrangements for the Nebulos affair. When it appeared that they were done, he nodded absently.
"Excellent. See to your duties, then."
Ratbat started to head for the door, but the Decepticon leader raised his arm to bar the way.
"Oh, there is one more thing." He turned his attention to Windrazor, optics narrowed dangerously. "I believe I asked you how precisely Optimus Prime met his end. So please, do tell."
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(OOC This was inspired by the Needlenose cry wolf scene)
Pounce stood on the deck of the motor cruiser. He tipped the last of the Squishies over the side.
Everything was ready now lets see if they 're up to scratch
He checked the microlite one last time ,adjusted the remote controls and made sure the autobot drone he'd salavaged body was secured.
After that battle, the Autobots had been fairly thin on the ground. Most of them were in Medbay he imagined and under the cover of darkness it had been suprisingly easy.
He reset his internal chronometer to 0. He then launched the Microlite in the direction of the Nemesis. Watching the Autopilot kick in.
Moving towards the boats controls he pointed it in the direction of the Nemesis also and set the remote control.
He then dived over the side and swam downwards aiming for one of the little used maintenance airlocks.
Pounce stood on the deck of the motor cruiser. He tipped the last of the Squishies over the side.
Everything was ready now lets see if they 're up to scratch
He checked the microlite one last time ,adjusted the remote controls and made sure the autobot drone he'd salavaged body was secured.
After that battle, the Autobots had been fairly thin on the ground. Most of them were in Medbay he imagined and under the cover of darkness it had been suprisingly easy.
He reset his internal chronometer to 0. He then launched the Microlite in the direction of the Nemesis. Watching the Autopilot kick in.
Moving towards the boats controls he pointed it in the direction of the Nemesis also and set the remote control.
He then dived over the side and swam downwards aiming for one of the little used maintenance airlocks.
Echoshift cocked his head to one side. "What's with the cape?" he asked Tempest.
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Grit nodded.
"Yeah you're right. I wonder what's up with that. I guess we'd better have a look. Could turn out to be something good in there."
He paused and thought for a moment.
"Unless you know already?" he asked Wingspan.
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Windrazor nodded at Gigatron's request.
"We captured our target without difficulties, but some Autobots appeared and damaged my shuttle, forcing a landing in a mountain range in the northern part of the country. We discovered a cave, a mile north of our position, where I decided to hold the prisoner exchange. However, I left Mirage in the shuttle, deactivated and under an emission-suppresor field."
He smiled a little at the idea.
"However, the Autobots figured this out - I'm not sure how, and Optimus Prime himself arrived on the scene, and broke into the shuttle to rescue Mirage. It was then that I activated the self-destruct sequence with Optimus Prime and Hound still inside the shuttle. This does of course mean that we lost a shuttle, but I believe it's a worthwhile sacrifice.
Grit nodded.
"Yeah you're right. I wonder what's up with that. I guess we'd better have a look. Could turn out to be something good in there."
He paused and thought for a moment.
"Unless you know already?" he asked Wingspan.
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Windrazor nodded at Gigatron's request.
"We captured our target without difficulties, but some Autobots appeared and damaged my shuttle, forcing a landing in a mountain range in the northern part of the country. We discovered a cave, a mile north of our position, where I decided to hold the prisoner exchange. However, I left Mirage in the shuttle, deactivated and under an emission-suppresor field."
He smiled a little at the idea.
"However, the Autobots figured this out - I'm not sure how, and Optimus Prime himself arrived on the scene, and broke into the shuttle to rescue Mirage. It was then that I activated the self-destruct sequence with Optimus Prime and Hound still inside the shuttle. This does of course mean that we lost a shuttle, but I believe it's a worthwhile sacrifice.
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StarBlade started a little when Thrust spoke. She'd been remembering things, and not paying attention. Looking a little sheepish at him, she answered.
"Yeah, Thrust. Just been a long time since I've seen this ship. I didn't even know it survived crashing onto this rock." Then the assassin shrugged some. "Lots of changes that don't fit into my memories... And some memories stand out too much...."
"Yeah, Thrust. Just been a long time since I've seen this ship. I didn't even know it survived crashing onto this rock." Then the assassin shrugged some. "Lots of changes that don't fit into my memories... And some memories stand out too much...."
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The Nemesis's autodefences tracked the incoming fleshling conveyence. An artillery port slid open, and a laser cannon emerged. Several laser blasts flashed out towards the vessel.
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Hatemonger's Office
Gigatron harumphed, his regal visage unreadable.
"It does...assuming Prime has the decency to stay dead this time. He has a bothersome habit of returning from the grave, after all."
He lowered the arm that was barring the door.
"Still, a competant outing. Far more successful than anything the previous air commander might have accomplished." He nodded, a tight smile appearing on his face. "Well done. You may consider yourself officially appointed, Air Commander Windrazor."
Gigatron watched his underlings' reactions closely. If any of them showed anger or frustration with the public and thoroughly unneccessary pronouncement, he would have to keep a close watch to keep his minions from frustrating eachother's efforts.
Ratbat, he noted, didn't seem particularly pleased.
Typical.
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Bugly glanced back at Bludgeon and Banzai-Tron, then glared at the apperition.
"Yes...why are you here? What do you want?"
The ghostly seeker managed a sickly smile.
"I want...death!"
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Constructicons' Quarters
Scrapper and Hook frowned down at their latest design.
"Yes," the surgical engineer said. "Yes, this would work nicely..."
"It would," Scrapper agreed. "You should head to the science lab to finish rebuilding Squeezeplay's body. I'll do some research to find out where we can get the supplies we need, then talk to the command staff."
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Shuttle Bay
Octopunch continued to work on the Blade, modifying it for underwater opperations with the salvaged parts.
The Nemesis's autodefences tracked the incoming fleshling conveyence. An artillery port slid open, and a laser cannon emerged. Several laser blasts flashed out towards the vessel.
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Hatemonger's Office
Gigatron harumphed, his regal visage unreadable.
"It does...assuming Prime has the decency to stay dead this time. He has a bothersome habit of returning from the grave, after all."
He lowered the arm that was barring the door.
"Still, a competant outing. Far more successful than anything the previous air commander might have accomplished." He nodded, a tight smile appearing on his face. "Well done. You may consider yourself officially appointed, Air Commander Windrazor."
Gigatron watched his underlings' reactions closely. If any of them showed anger or frustration with the public and thoroughly unneccessary pronouncement, he would have to keep a close watch to keep his minions from frustrating eachother's efforts.
Ratbat, he noted, didn't seem particularly pleased.
Typical.
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Bugly glanced back at Bludgeon and Banzai-Tron, then glared at the apperition.
"Yes...why are you here? What do you want?"
The ghostly seeker managed a sickly smile.
"I want...death!"
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Constructicons' Quarters
Scrapper and Hook frowned down at their latest design.
"Yes," the surgical engineer said. "Yes, this would work nicely..."
"It would," Scrapper agreed. "You should head to the science lab to finish rebuilding Squeezeplay's body. I'll do some research to find out where we can get the supplies we need, then talk to the command staff."
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Shuttle Bay
Octopunch continued to work on the Blade, modifying it for underwater opperations with the salvaged parts.