CB drove up to Rakshasa, "Do you have any grey poupon?"
And, all in all, the majority of the field had dissolved into a great sea of silliness.
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LoC Cirrus |
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"Well, don't go ahead and TRY it!" Cirrus said, strained with effort, over the comm in reply to the Dragoness. If any of them looked to the
source, they'd see Cirrus still acrobatically dodging, sliding, etc. out of harms way.
CB drove up to Rakshasa, "Do you have any grey poupon?" And, all in all, the majority of the field had dissolved into a great sea of silliness. |
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Kamion |
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Rolling over the stark wasteland (pun intended) of the Planet Junkion, Kamion was itching for a battle with the creatures that destroyed his home. He had
little idea of what Unicronions looked like, but it didn't quite matter to him just yet.
In the distance he saw the creatures trying to put up a fight against the stalwart Junkions... Most thought them stupid, but truely they were a work of art, their ability to make sense of the most random of things allowed them to confuse their opponents to their true intents. Their only weakness being the fact that they liked to advertise their intents, though cryptically.
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PetiteLicorne |
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Silent Strike slunk through the ventilation shaft she had woken to the sound of voices coming from the med bay. As she moved closer to investigate, she heard
an authoritative voice say, "...intruder is still aboard this ship and has yet to be neutralized."
"Yes, when I ever see that slagging, skinny, conniving harlot again I'm gonna take that needle and shove it up her--" "Calm down Nemesis you are not ready yet to do anything of the sort..." SS smiled. Nemesis may not be ready, but she was. She flexed her clamp. The limb had lost most of it's mobility, but she had managed to re-link the sensors necessary to open and close it. From what she could tell, most of the ship's crew members had left the ship. This could be her chance to get what she needed to fix herself completely. Up to that point, she had only been successful in filching a few tools and parts here and there. The authoritative voice brought her attention back to the present. "As you know Dark Nemesis suffered injuries to the extent she was put into stasis; so, it is no amateur we are dealing with. To add to the list of this deviant's activities, might I add the power destabilization of the ship when we were in no position to deal with such glitches... I fear that if we do not confront this threat now when we are once again put into a dire circumstance we may not be as lucky in solving the dilemma..." No amateur indeed. SS chuckled to herself. "Now if you excuse me, I must get to work." Had there been an unusual pause in his speech pattern? SS took a moment to review her memory log. Yes, something was amiss about it, but she could not be sure. One thing she decided she could rely on though was that she was on this bot's "list" and the only "work" he was going to do was find her. She made an incision in the vent and inserted her needle through the gap and into the ship's wiring beyond. She prodded the virus microbes to life. Her arm tingled with their energy as they fluttered up and along the wiring. She had a slight mental link to them. It was weaker now that her chest optic was damaged, and she had to rely exclusively on sensation rather than sight, but she managed to nudge them in the direction of the ship's control room. She then hurried along the vent. She only had a few minutes... "I'm boooored," DN pouted. The young fem was clearly dying to join the brawl outside, even though she had nearly died in her last fight. She glared at the medic, who was still fiddling with the tool he had taken apart. She watched him for a few seconds before saying, "Instead of fiddling with that thing, shouldn't you start doing, I don't know, medical work. After all you are a med bot." The medic glanced at her but continued to focus on the task at hand. DN glared at him. "Look, would you just get your aft over here and help fix me?" "Or me," SS dropped from the celing and landed on DN. She raked her clamp across DN's face and closed it over her chest. DN choked on the insults she'd been longing to hurl at her rival, she only managed to spit out, "YOU!" "Yes," SS drew upon a third of the energy she'd absorbed from the ship and focused it into her clamp. It began to hum. "Me." The clamp released a powerful burst of energy that temporary blinded the medic and left DN unconsious. "Now..." SS leapt to the medic's side. She touched the tip of her tail blade to his forehead and pressed her palm against the side of his spark chamber. In an instant, she could puncture his spark chamber or cut out his memory circuits. She was also prepared to deliver a paralizing shock of energy if necessary. "To business." The medic didn't move, nor, to his surprise, did he feel any fear. Instead, he looked calmly through his reflection to the optics that, he reasoned, must be behind the dark visor. SS's lips parted with recognition and shock. She only just resisted the urge to fling herself away or kill him on the spot. Her tail twitched slightly and she said, "You." |
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Dreadnought |
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Raksasha rose and roared at CB, NOW was not when she was willing to deal with his inane antics. She picked up the automobile turned balista and came very
close to hitting CB over the head with it but decided, instead, to hurl it back at the Junkions who'd attacked her.
"YOU!" she shouted singling out the Junkion who'd armed the catapault. "It wasn't me! It was the one-armed-man." he responded quikly. She tackled him... |
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LoC Cirrus |
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Closest to Kamion was Cirrus, busy avoiding the attacks of the Junkions. He had a crude metal pole in hand, using it as a staff. He'd either use it to
parry their weapons, dodge or avoid being struck someway else.
CB scooted behind Rakshasa. "That was sort of a loaded line, wasn't it?" |
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TF Laserbot |
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as hoped WG transformed and began to persue Lutrex. just as the junkion was about to ram him in the back lutrex ignited his leg thrusters and made and backflip over the vehicle form of WG.
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LoC Cirrus |
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Wreck-Gar slammed into a large chunk of ruin that may have once been a thruster assembly of some kind, sending out a ringing like a collossal gong
Transforming, Wreck-Gar held his head and wobbled. "Oh my aching head. But fret no more! With enhanced strength Tylenol, your sanitation issues are gone in a snap! Calgon, take me away!" Then he began at Lutrex again, hands held forward and making "woosh!" noises. |
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TF Laserbot |
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Lutrex landed far enough away to put some space between the two. after the junkion leader had recovered from his accidental bang to the head Lutrex had a few
moment to actualy speak to him. "now hold on a second here, ack! were not here to fight with your kind huup!" Lutres jumped up onto a scrap heap to
avoided the junkion as he tried to grab at him again
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LoC Cirrus |
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Wreck-Gar stopped.
"Not fight? You sure?" His chest popped open and he dug through what appeared to be a file cabinet built in. "Swore I had something here about fighting..." The Junkion leader tossed aside papers. Two of note being a poster for an earth 1950s film aptly titled "Killer Eggs from Outer Space". |
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Dreadnought |
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Raksasha growled at CB as he scooted over, not understanding or not caring to understand the meaning of his statement. With a roar she sunk her teeth into the
junkions' shoulder and tore it out, devouring it between teeth glowing with heat severing the limb.
"Hold this," she said simply offering the arm to CB before turning her attention back to the Junkion while cracking her knuckles. "One-armed man huh? |
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zulkirs |
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"Yes… me," The medic responds at the slender bot. There was a moment of silence, long enough for the medic to realize he doesn't actually know who he is. He was not going to let her know though. Something had stopped her, but why? To business… echoed in his mind. Oh right, she wants something. He did a quick scan of the bot to see if he detected anything. His scan revealed massive damage and energon loss, something he could have easily noticed with a glance. He was surprised she even had the energy to pull off such a maneuver. I should radio for Sephblade. He was not in any position to start a fight. Then he noticed… he IS NOT in any position to be involved in a fight. While Sephblade could easily dispatch of her, she was still in a very strong position against the medic and could end him before Sephblade could even pull her off. It would be best if I just give her what she wants. He said with a calm, but firm voice, "What do you want?" |
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Blazestorm halted her fighting and stared at Wreck-Gar and Lutrex in confusion. Just what the slag were they doing? Having a conversation based on history and
television or something?
"Storm, behind you!" Starblaze cried from afar. Blazestorm managed to duck down just in time as a Junkion sailed over her head and she leapt upwards, her jaws opened wide as they clamped down on her attacker's throat and slammed him bodily into the ground with a heavy thud that sent junk scattering into the air. She held him down tightly, but not enough to kill him. She used most of her body weight to hold his struggling limbs down to prevent him from hitting her with a club or using any other tricks that he might have up his sleeve. She was determied to get answers, and the answer is what she intended to get. "Talk!" she snarled between her teeth through her mouthful. "Storm, that won't help," Starblaze said from afar as she dodged a heavy blow and ignored a smaller one that barely had any affect on her massive frame. She was built to withstand such feeble attacks, and some of them were no match for her great physical strength. "We've got to use other matters. Not threats or beating each other senseless around the bush." "You try telling that to her!" Blazestorm hissed as she motioned to Raksasha. "Because of her, the Junkions are attacking us! We were supposed to come in peace!" Without even thinking, the femme lifted her five taloned hand and formed the Vulcan peace sign with her four main didgets. "This is hopeless!" ------------------ Leohawk was still hovering around the battlefield, watching his friends and comrades down below him. They should've been at the path by now. With the way things were going, it was not likely were going to find the ghost any time soon. This was starting to go over board now, and he believed it was time for him to take a risk. Glancing down at Lutrex below him, he managed to say through the comlink, "Lutrex, can you tell our friends to cover their audio receptors? I'm about to do something that may help out a bit, but it will only work if the others all listen to your command. This something involves a sonic wave and it will be extremely painful to those that hear it. If you 'accidentally' get caught up in it, your hearing will become numb for several Earth months, heck you might become deaf for a long time. It's a risk I'm willing to take, but are you?" |
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Jumping out from the pile of scrap which he was thrown after Lutrex ignited his leg thrusters. He grabbed the poster from Wreck-Gar.
"WOW I love this movie!!!" GW exclaimed. He than proceeded to pull a old style TV out from Hammer Space and plugged himself in and lo and behold started to play Killer Eggs from Outer Space on the TV. He also pulled out what looked like popcorn but it was a bunch of lug nuts and started to eat them. |
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Kamion |
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Kamion drove past a junkion accidentally loading his buddy into the catapult instead of junk, and approached the scene before him. Smoothly transforming while
he was still going 40, He skids on the the junk beneath his feet and comes to a complete stop somewhat near Lutrex and Wreck-Gar, with his modified rifle to
his shoulder and scope to his eye, pointing at Lutrex's head.
"Give me the roger-roger Wreck-Gar, and this bot is roast duck!"
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PetiteLicorne |
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"I think that should be obvious to one such as yourself," SS remarked. "I want you to see to my repairs quickly and without a fuss. You know
what will occur should you proove...difficult." Acid dripped from her tail and hissed as it burned small marks on the floor. The medic flinched as one
landed on his cheek plate.
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Dreadnought |
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The mangled and fused refuse of a junkion body sailed through the air on a collision course with Kamion. At the point of launch stood Raksasha, with a
particularly venumos look on her face.
"Try it and I'll tear you apart too!" she shouted at Kamion. "You won't put back together as easily as these guys." |
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LoC Cirrus |
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"The word of the day is: Chill Pill!" Wreck-Gar yodeled. "Everyone, lets spread the word!"
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Kamion |
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Carefully gaging the rapidly closing distance of the falling junkion, Kamion sidesteps so that the bot crashes to the ground in between him and Rakasha
planning on using it as a shield... But the command of Wreck-Gar cut him short. He considered taking these fellows on anyway, as he had really had no true test
to his skills, but threw the idea aside. He was visiting this planet in peace, and would not risk the hospitality of the Junkion Warrior.
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LoC Cirrus |
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"Bah-Weep-Granna-Weep-Ninni-Bong!"
Wreck-Gar turned, perplexed. "Doorbell says what?" "Bah-Weep-Granna-Weep-Ninni-Bong!" Lutrex repeated. In the distance, Cirrus looked visibly relieved, currently in a strange grapple escape that looked more akin to a random mix of limbs. "Oh." Wreck-Gar said, then turned to his army. "Nevermind!" He called out. "After all that, I've somehow only now determined our foes are not, in fact, travelling salesmen!" Immediately, the army dropped the hostility. Weapons were sheathed, shoulders were shrugged, and even massive wounds were ignored. Rubbing his cranial shell, Lutrex looked about in confusion. "Thats it?" "Thats it, Mister 40 watt!" "But why do you trust us just off the Universal Greeting?" Wreck-Gar shrugged. "Anyone willing to look that silly can't be a threat." |
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motwaaagh |
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"Yah like me." GW said in response to Wreck-Gar with his finger up his nose and still engrossed in his movie.
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