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Central Storage
Gravedigger chuckled
"I think it's written into the Decepticon CNA."
[Original RPG] Eye of the Storm: Take Arms Against a Sea of Troubles (Polyhex)
Medbay, Darkmount
Not the most pleasant sight...
Hook stared at Laserbeak's head with some distaste. The head was most definitely still a head, which was something, but the trailing Spark chamber and core were quite unnatural held out thus in fluid-stained hands.
Glit, however, perked up, reaching with some eagerness for the remains. "Is his consciousness active?" he asked. "The optics are dull; cranial battery is working low, then. Need to stabilise and supplement the power flow."
"The Energon infuser," Hook suggested.
"Yes - yes! Set up the lines, Hook!"
Deftly, Hook completed the task and nodded to Tinker. "Any chance of a spare compatible exoform?"
Not the most pleasant sight...
Hook stared at Laserbeak's head with some distaste. The head was most definitely still a head, which was something, but the trailing Spark chamber and core were quite unnatural held out thus in fluid-stained hands.
Glit, however, perked up, reaching with some eagerness for the remains. "Is his consciousness active?" he asked. "The optics are dull; cranial battery is working low, then. Need to stabilise and supplement the power flow."
"The Energon infuser," Hook suggested.
"Yes - yes! Set up the lines, Hook!"
Deftly, Hook completed the task and nodded to Tinker. "Any chance of a spare compatible exoform?"
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(OOC: Actually the optics are not shining...
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Medbay, Darkmount
Tinker shook his head even as he marvelled at the speed and precision that Hook and Glit exhibited as they work. "No. To both. His consciousness isn't active, and we don't have a spare exoform. I asked Buzzsaw."
Jerking a thumb at the dead Seeker bodies nearby (from those killed by Squawktalk's team some time ago) "We do have some spare parts, though. I'll try and wrangle up Cassettecon spare parts from the morgue if you want, but I don't rate my chances."
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Central Storage, Darkmount
Bonecrusher grinned. "True, Gravedigger. That's what makes us who we are, I guess."
The Constructicon entered the room and made an impressed whistle at the materials stored in the room. "Nice collection. Good thing the Imperials didn't touch this thing. Shall we get the materials?"
)Medbay, Darkmount
Tinker shook his head even as he marvelled at the speed and precision that Hook and Glit exhibited as they work. "No. To both. His consciousness isn't active, and we don't have a spare exoform. I asked Buzzsaw."
Jerking a thumb at the dead Seeker bodies nearby (from those killed by Squawktalk's team some time ago) "We do have some spare parts, though. I'll try and wrangle up Cassettecon spare parts from the morgue if you want, but I don't rate my chances."
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Central Storage, Darkmount
Bonecrusher grinned. "True, Gravedigger. That's what makes us who we are, I guess."
The Constructicon entered the room and made an impressed whistle at the materials stored in the room. "Nice collection. Good thing the Imperials didn't touch this thing. Shall we get the materials?"
Outside Darkmount
Several more hatches opened on the imperial ship revealing more ship revealing more automated point defense particle autoguns as well as ship-to-ship impulse blasters all of which started firing towards the Decepticon defenses, soon several of these were no more thanks to Darkmount's defenses but enough remained to provide the ship with a modicum of defense for the moment.
The ship returned fire, unwholesome noises coming from it at it tried to escape the cyclone and gravito guns for now holding it in place.
Breakdown and Wildrider transformed and went around the ship, dodging incoming fire the best way they could but nevertheless sustaining damage, once there they fired at the bright purple-white burst that would signify the exhaust of a less-than-spaceship class vehicle.
Drag Strip had thus far managed to avoid getting hit, but with many of the spaceship's guns firing his way, his cover was being literally melted where it stood.
Motormaster had sustained several impacts already and he was already hurt. He could keep going but he was already thinking of just how to finish the ship before it shot him down or really hurt him.
Dead End now alone had been forced to change targets, his weapon was adequate for dealing with rogue Decepticons or Autobots, but a spacecraft was another matter. The enemy turrets could be damaged if he took his time to aim well, a less than ideal prospect for him under these circumstances, but for now his only hope.
Several more hatches opened on the imperial ship revealing more ship revealing more automated point defense particle autoguns as well as ship-to-ship impulse blasters all of which started firing towards the Decepticon defenses, soon several of these were no more thanks to Darkmount's defenses but enough remained to provide the ship with a modicum of defense for the moment.
The ship returned fire, unwholesome noises coming from it at it tried to escape the cyclone and gravito guns for now holding it in place.
Breakdown and Wildrider transformed and went around the ship, dodging incoming fire the best way they could but nevertheless sustaining damage, once there they fired at the bright purple-white burst that would signify the exhaust of a less-than-spaceship class vehicle.
Drag Strip had thus far managed to avoid getting hit, but with many of the spaceship's guns firing his way, his cover was being literally melted where it stood.
Motormaster had sustained several impacts already and he was already hurt. He could keep going but he was already thinking of just how to finish the ship before it shot him down or really hurt him.
Dead End now alone had been forced to change targets, his weapon was adequate for dealing with rogue Decepticons or Autobots, but a spacecraft was another matter. The enemy turrets could be damaged if he took his time to aim well, a less than ideal prospect for him under these circumstances, but for now his only hope.
Generating Point
Scrapper fixed one last part into place, then stepped back and watched as one of the generators started to whir with life.
"I think I'll call this the 'Riposte Memorial Power Plant'," he said dryly. "Two more to go."
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Cell Block
"They gave him a less-incendiary title, of course," Kickback told Retcon. "'Press Secretary', or something like that." He shrugged. "Of course, they call me an 'Information Officer'. I wouldn't put much stock in any title that Soundwave has handed out."
Turning to Bombshell, he said bluntly, "You don't. Not for long, anyway." He shrugged. "At least, not without a little inducement."
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Astrotrain's Office
Astrotrain tapped a button on his desk. "Come in, Tracer."
Scrapper fixed one last part into place, then stepped back and watched as one of the generators started to whir with life.
"I think I'll call this the 'Riposte Memorial Power Plant'," he said dryly. "Two more to go."
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Cell Block
"They gave him a less-incendiary title, of course," Kickback told Retcon. "'Press Secretary', or something like that." He shrugged. "Of course, they call me an 'Information Officer'. I wouldn't put much stock in any title that Soundwave has handed out."
Turning to Bombshell, he said bluntly, "You don't. Not for long, anyway." He shrugged. "At least, not without a little inducement."
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Astrotrain's Office
Astrotrain tapped a button on his desk. "Come in, Tracer."
Generating Point, Darkmount
Shrapnel grinned as the new generator lifted the strain of providing power from him, "Since it's up, can I go to the medbay now, now?" The Insecticon asked.
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Cell Block, Darkmount
Bombshell raised his hands in mock anger. "I've changed! I'm no longer able to create clones, no longer able to transform! I've changed!"
Scratching his chin, he added in an interested tone, "Inducement? What kind of inducement?"
Shrapnel grinned as the new generator lifted the strain of providing power from him, "Since it's up, can I go to the medbay now, now?" The Insecticon asked.
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Cell Block, Darkmount
Bombshell raised his hands in mock anger. "I've changed! I'm no longer able to create clones, no longer able to transform! I've changed!"
Scratching his chin, he added in an interested tone, "Inducement? What kind of inducement?"
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Medbay, Darkmount
"Something - anything," Hook told Tinker. "It is possible to put Laserbeak safely into stasis now..." He pointed to the Energon converter flow monitor. "However, we will be unable to run integrity diagnostics until the remains are installed in a unit proper."
Glit nodded, made some fine adjustments to the control dials, and pulled out his jug of Energon wine to take a gulp.
He appears to be somewhat addicted to that particular brew, Hook thought, watching his colleague. Does it supply all his energy needs - or is there some other reason..?
"Ah, it might be advisable to communicate the situation to Soundwave," Hook said, again turning to Tinker. Rather you than me!
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Outside
With hands on hips, Starscream watched the fighting and laughed. The Stunticons were not, it seemed, having as much fun...
What the frag...
Flying was pretty much an exercise of will rather than jet power, but he had had plenty of experience in the past. His ghostly presence rose, transformed and made for the Imperial vessel.
"Something - anything," Hook told Tinker. "It is possible to put Laserbeak safely into stasis now..." He pointed to the Energon converter flow monitor. "However, we will be unable to run integrity diagnostics until the remains are installed in a unit proper."
Glit nodded, made some fine adjustments to the control dials, and pulled out his jug of Energon wine to take a gulp.
He appears to be somewhat addicted to that particular brew, Hook thought, watching his colleague. Does it supply all his energy needs - or is there some other reason..?
"Ah, it might be advisable to communicate the situation to Soundwave," Hook said, again turning to Tinker. Rather you than me!
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Outside
With hands on hips, Starscream watched the fighting and laughed. The Stunticons were not, it seemed, having as much fun...
What the frag...
Flying was pretty much an exercise of will rather than jet power, but he had had plenty of experience in the past. His ghostly presence rose, transformed and made for the Imperial vessel.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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Outside Darkmount
As the auto guns thundered over head Rumble chuckled to himself. The Stunticons certainly had a head for trouble but they were reckless and it was no surprise that one of their number (Motormaster) had already been taken out of the battle and Dragstrip was pinned down. Rumble had had enough of the Stunticons jeers, first Wildrider and now Breakdown
“You human rust buckets aint even worthy of the spark you were given. I guess you just can’t hack it here on Cybertron”, Rumble sneered ridiculing the Stunticons origin.
He turned to Breakdown “Besides no stinkin Stunticon is gonna tell Rumble what to do!” in an action that directly conflicted with Rumbles statement he raised his weapon and took aim. He fired three blasts at the gun mount which had pinned Dragstrip.
As the auto guns thundered over head Rumble chuckled to himself. The Stunticons certainly had a head for trouble but they were reckless and it was no surprise that one of their number (Motormaster) had already been taken out of the battle and Dragstrip was pinned down. Rumble had had enough of the Stunticons jeers, first Wildrider and now Breakdown
“You human rust buckets aint even worthy of the spark you were given. I guess you just can’t hack it here on Cybertron”, Rumble sneered ridiculing the Stunticons origin.
He turned to Breakdown “Besides no stinkin Stunticon is gonna tell Rumble what to do!” in an action that directly conflicted with Rumbles statement he raised his weapon and took aim. He fired three blasts at the gun mount which had pinned Dragstrip.
Medbay, Darkmount
Tinker scowled at Hook's suggestion, but seeing that the Constructicon outranked him and that he got nothing better to do, he commed Soundwave. "Soundwave, this is Tinker from the medbay. Laserbeak has been... decapitated. Caught in trying to prevent a nuclear explosion from blowing up a huge chunk of Darkmount, I believe. His spark survived the explosion, thankfully, and I've escorted what's left of him to the medbay... Hook advised me to communicate the situation to you..."
Hastily, the Seeker added, "Do you, by any chance, have a spare cassette exoform we- they could use?"
Tinker scowled at Hook's suggestion, but seeing that the Constructicon outranked him and that he got nothing better to do, he commed Soundwave. "Soundwave, this is Tinker from the medbay. Laserbeak has been... decapitated. Caught in trying to prevent a nuclear explosion from blowing up a huge chunk of Darkmount, I believe. His spark survived the explosion, thankfully, and I've escorted what's left of him to the medbay... Hook advised me to communicate the situation to you..."
Hastily, the Seeker added, "Do you, by any chance, have a spare cassette exoform we- they could use?"
Outside Darkmount
Starscream headed for one of the surviving particle autoguns, deftly avoiding the beam, and transformed again into root mode. He smiled, thrust his hands into the control computer and temporarily dislocated the stable energy flow with his own.
'OW!' He snatched his hands back, blowing on his prickling fingers.
As the energy rushed back, the gun overloaded and fizzled off.
'I bet no one realises I'm the hero,' he muttered, heading for the next live turret. 'Why am I doing this? Ah - yes! If Darkmount is destroyed, I won't get to rule from there! It's not as if I can go back to my old lodgings in Vos, heh...
Starscream headed for one of the surviving particle autoguns, deftly avoiding the beam, and transformed again into root mode. He smiled, thrust his hands into the control computer and temporarily dislocated the stable energy flow with his own.
'OW!' He snatched his hands back, blowing on his prickling fingers.
As the energy rushed back, the gun overloaded and fizzled off.
'I bet no one realises I'm the hero,' he muttered, heading for the next live turret. 'Why am I doing this? Ah - yes! If Darkmount is destroyed, I won't get to rule from there! It's not as if I can go back to my old lodgings in Vos, heh...
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
Server room
Hightower continued his clean up of the radioactive pit that used to be the server room. He put down a device that would slowly coat the room in lead dust that would slowly bring down the radiation levels so other transformers could come in to the room.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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Outside Darkmount
"Yo..." Said Drag Strip to Rumble as an acknowledgment he'd been about to suggest a competition between himself and the former cassetteticon when a single word message showed up on his receptor.
Seeing no other way to go, Motormaster hailed the other members of his unit. As he flew down from above the ship and the others flew up to meet him. A single word was all it took to set it all in motion.
"Combine" was simple as commands were but in the Stunticons case the consequences could be anything but.
Menasor floated above the ship for a split second before flying straight down towards it, Ionizer blade in hand and madness and the promise of slaughter in his optics.
Several other guns concentrated their fire on rumble after he destroyed on of them.
"Yo..." Said Drag Strip to Rumble as an acknowledgment he'd been about to suggest a competition between himself and the former cassetteticon when a single word message showed up on his receptor.
Seeing no other way to go, Motormaster hailed the other members of his unit. As he flew down from above the ship and the others flew up to meet him. A single word was all it took to set it all in motion.
"Combine" was simple as commands were but in the Stunticons case the consequences could be anything but.
Menasor floated above the ship for a split second before flying straight down towards it, Ionizer blade in hand and madness and the promise of slaughter in his optics.
Several other guns concentrated their fire on rumble after he destroyed on of them.
Generating Point
"By all means," Scrapper told Shrapnel. "At least, if you think you can make it there under your own power. If not, wait a few minutes and I can help you."
He was working feverishly at restoring the second of the generators now.
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Cell Block
"What kind indeed?" Kickback asked, his voice making it clear that he was toying with Bombshell for his own amusement as much as anything else. "You've already lost quite a great deal, my friend. In fact, it sounds like you don't have a single asset to your name...except for your life. Would you be willing to stake that as collateral to earn your freedom?"
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Operations
Soundwave strode in and made a disgusted noise.
"I leave for a few days," he said to Buzzsaw, "and this is what I come home to?"
Buzzsaw just cawed at him, in no mood for one of his master's airs.
Soundwave would have reprimanded him, but Tinker's comm call came through before he could think of something sufficiently scathing.
"At the moment? No. I used to, but Gigatron did a fairly thorough job of firebombing my old Intelligence Bureau office. I did have an assortment of spare exoframes there. Whether any of them are still intact, I cannot say.
"By all means," Scrapper told Shrapnel. "At least, if you think you can make it there under your own power. If not, wait a few minutes and I can help you."
He was working feverishly at restoring the second of the generators now.
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Cell Block
"What kind indeed?" Kickback asked, his voice making it clear that he was toying with Bombshell for his own amusement as much as anything else. "You've already lost quite a great deal, my friend. In fact, it sounds like you don't have a single asset to your name...except for your life. Would you be willing to stake that as collateral to earn your freedom?"
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Operations
Soundwave strode in and made a disgusted noise.
"I leave for a few days," he said to Buzzsaw, "and this is what I come home to?"
Buzzsaw just cawed at him, in no mood for one of his master's airs.
Soundwave would have reprimanded him, but Tinker's comm call came through before he could think of something sufficiently scathing.
"At the moment? No. I used to, but Gigatron did a fairly thorough job of firebombing my old Intelligence Bureau office. I did have an assortment of spare exoframes there. Whether any of them are still intact, I cannot say.
Central Storage, Darkmount
Bonecrusher transformed and followed Long Haul.
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Generating Point, Darkmount
"Nah, don't you worry about little ol' me, me. I'm stubborn enough not to fall off and die, die." Shrapnel said as he disconnected from the mass of cables connected to his antenna. The lights flickered for a while, before the Riposte Memorial generator began to shoulder the weight of the lights.
"See ya around, I guess, guess." Shrapnel said to Scrapper as the damaged Insecticon made his slow way to the medbay.
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Cell Black, Darkmount
"What do you mean, risking my life?" Bombshell asked Kickback sceptically. "You're going to send me on a suicide mission? Frag you." the Insecticon sighed, and realized he had no alternative.
"What do you have in mind?"
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Medbay, Darkmount
Tinker shrugged and replied to Soundwave, "Since I got nothing better to do, I'll go there and check. Where is it located?"
Bonecrusher transformed and followed Long Haul.
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Generating Point, Darkmount
"Nah, don't you worry about little ol' me, me. I'm stubborn enough not to fall off and die, die." Shrapnel said as he disconnected from the mass of cables connected to his antenna. The lights flickered for a while, before the Riposte Memorial generator began to shoulder the weight of the lights.
"See ya around, I guess, guess." Shrapnel said to Scrapper as the damaged Insecticon made his slow way to the medbay.
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Cell Black, Darkmount
"What do you mean, risking my life?" Bombshell asked Kickback sceptically. "You're going to send me on a suicide mission? Frag you." the Insecticon sighed, and realized he had no alternative.
"What do you have in mind?"
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Medbay, Darkmount
Tinker shrugged and replied to Soundwave, "Since I got nothing better to do, I'll go there and check. Where is it located?"
Ouside, Darkmount
One of the guns now targetting Rumble fizzled and failed for no apparent reason.
A few astroseconds later, so did another...
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Medbay, Darkmount
"Stablise the two erg levels," Glit told Hook, not even looking up from his own delicate work reconnecting some of Laserbeak's loose circulatory tubing to itself.
"Ah, they are stable," Hook muttered: more stable than when I worked on Scrapper... "Surely your main concern is obtaining fresh oil? Shall I comm and find out if some is available?"
Glit grunted. Hook took that as an affirmative.
'Bonecrusher: are you in any position to obtain two quants of mech-compatible standard oil? Do let me know - I anticipate Soundwave's expression of gratitude to we Constructicons.'
For once.
One of the guns now targetting Rumble fizzled and failed for no apparent reason.
A few astroseconds later, so did another...
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Medbay, Darkmount
"Stablise the two erg levels," Glit told Hook, not even looking up from his own delicate work reconnecting some of Laserbeak's loose circulatory tubing to itself.
"Ah, they are stable," Hook muttered: more stable than when I worked on Scrapper... "Surely your main concern is obtaining fresh oil? Shall I comm and find out if some is available?"
Glit grunted. Hook took that as an affirmative.
'Bonecrusher: are you in any position to obtain two quants of mech-compatible standard oil? Do let me know - I anticipate Soundwave's expression of gratitude to we Constructicons.'
For once.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
Smelting Pool, Darkmount
Blitzwing: -missing a chunk of his left arm, lands down beside Clench and Frenzy- "So, since it's all about done here, where do we go next?" -hears sounds of explosion from outside- "They seem to be having fun in the courtyard..."
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Operations, Darkmount
Skyjack: -watches as Hightower recovers Laserbeak's head, grunts, gets back to repair work-
Blitzwing: -missing a chunk of his left arm, lands down beside Clench and Frenzy- "So, since it's all about done here, where do we go next?" -hears sounds of explosion from outside- "They seem to be having fun in the courtyard..."
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Operations, Darkmount
Skyjack: -watches as Hightower recovers Laserbeak's head, grunts, gets back to repair work-
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Astrotrain's Office
Once called, Tracer would enter the room, but his step was slightly cautious. He glanced about the room as though looking to identify any remaining threats or spies as he approached Astrotrain, perhaps looking for remanents of Soundwave or his minions.
"Well it seems that things have gotten more interesting since I went to gather information," Tracer spoke, making conversation to fill the gap more than anything else. He was not going to meantion the com message he had recieved until the admiral broached the subject, less Astrotrain felt it secure enough to.
Once called, Tracer would enter the room, but his step was slightly cautious. He glanced about the room as though looking to identify any remaining threats or spies as he approached Astrotrain, perhaps looking for remanents of Soundwave or his minions.
"Well it seems that things have gotten more interesting since I went to gather information," Tracer spoke, making conversation to fill the gap more than anything else. He was not going to meantion the com message he had recieved until the admiral broached the subject, less Astrotrain felt it secure enough to.
Central Storage
"I'm sure we could manage. Mech-compatible standard oil, eh? I think we could bring some with us when we get back to the medbay..." Bonecrusher replied to Hook. "Something of the matter?"
The Constructicon turned to Gravedigger and said, "Hook wants to have some oil, probably someone damaged. Any idea where can we have them?"
"I'm sure we could manage. Mech-compatible standard oil, eh? I think we could bring some with us when we get back to the medbay..." Bonecrusher replied to Hook. "Something of the matter?"
The Constructicon turned to Gravedigger and said, "Hook wants to have some oil, probably someone damaged. Any idea where can we have them?"