Transformers: Steel Reign
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Shellshock stood relaxed against a bulkhead in the CR chamber where Thundercracker was still recuperating. He had Teletran-1 occasionally telling him where the rest of his squad was, but for the most part Shellshock kept an eye out for trouble. Bots that came too close to the tank containing the errant Decepticon were quickly waved off. If they lingered an idle threat would be thrown their way to get them to hurry about leaving. Shellshock could sense that something bad was going to happen, he just didn't know where, or from whom, it would be coming.
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Reaper betrayed no sense of what he thought of this mission, nor of the prospect of being permitted to do as he liked with Deathstrike, but Megatron had given his orders, and then given a clear sign that the meeting was over. Reaper thus nodded solemnly and repeated his salute, touching the flat of his scythe to his forehead briefly.
"As you command," he said, and with that he turned and walked out of the throne room, not even bothering to acknowledge the existence of the guards, already in his mind running over the path he would take to the Autobot base in North America.
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Hornet nodded slowly. "Yes sir," he said with a soft sigh, and he turned to leave Prime alone. In the end, it was all that could be done, really. Hornet knew that Prime would probably punish Deathstrike for fighting with Slipstream, even though he was fairly sure that Deathstrike was only doing so because of what Slipstream had said or done to him. He was used to the idea by now that there were Autobots who didn't like him and never would, but that didn't make this any easier...
He walked back out of the Ark and shifted back into airplane form. He felt right now like taking a good long fly somewhere, and he didn't much care where. With a whine of afterburners, he took off into the sky, vanishing over the horizon, save for a radar signature and a transponder code.
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5 hours later:
The sky was as dark as pitch, just the way Reaper preferred it, as he silently pressed over the hills and rivers and trees. Not a sound, nor a reflected beam of sound or radar did he emit from his gently flying form, a jet black helicopter resembling an American Commanche. Plated over in radar-absorbant stealth material, the rotor silenced by a powerful sound dampening system, heat exhaust ports sealed and hidden, and lacking any sort of identifier, even to the extent of a Decepticon transponder, he was presently invisible to any but the most extremely advanced sensors, none of which were liable to be trained on an empty area of American wilderness in the middle of nowhere at present. Of course he was still visible to the naked eye, but his coloration was that of the night sky, and it was equally unlikely that anyone would see him here.
The flight had been completely uneventful so far, a direct trip north over the pole and down towards the North American continent before splitting off from the sub-orbital booster rocket and proceeding under his own power. He was now closing on the site of the Autobot "Ark", a massive spaceship entombed within an active volcano. Optimus certainly did not lack for melodramatic flair.
The trip had been long and unengaging, which had given Reaper time enough to think hard on what he was being sent to do. It was not a matter of hesitation. Megatron had given him a task, and he would complete it, but still, he could not help but be concerned about some of the more recent events.
This was not a normal situation.
Some Transformers lacked the iron spirit required for wartime. This was nothing new. Jetfire, Mirage, the other poor deluded fools who had tried to play both sides of the great war against the middle somehow, all of these had jumped about from side to side like petro-rabbits. It proved that they were weak creatures of no will or fortitude, but it did not worry Reaper. Such things happened.
But recently there had been the news of Deathstrike's resurgence. Deathstrike who had run out on the Decepticons millions of years ago and hidden in the deepest, darkest corners of the universe to avoid retaliation. Deathstrike, whom Reaper had at the time simply shrugged off as another rank coward to be hunted down and destroyed whenever he had the leisure to, had suddenly re-appeared on the side of who else but the Autobots. Such an action did not imply the types of cowardice that Reaper along with Megatron and others had so confidently assumed, particularly not given the fact that Deathstrike had been spotted bringing Sixshot and others down in open combat.
And now, barely three months later, Thundercracker had joined him.
Reaper had to admit, Thundercracker's defection was not... entirely... a surprise. Thundercracker lacked the courage of his convictions, and served Megatron out of fear (as did most everyone, in fairness). Still the timing was disquieting, and Reaper had to wonder if there was someone else behind this, someone who had managed to convince Thundercracker to make such a monumentally stupid decision. He was bound now by orders to return Thundercracker to Megatron for what was certainly going to be a painful death and reprogramming. For all Thundercracker's faults, he did not deserve such a fate, but now there was nothing for it. All Reaper could do was determine why Thundercracker had made the incalculably foolish decision, figure out who had talked him into it, and take the appropriate countermeasures.
All in all, Reaper was certain that something was at work here beyond the usual, and orders or none, he would find out what it was.
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The Autobots were used to Hornet being in various states of disrepair. It was not due to neglect of any sort by Wheeljack, but merely a factor of how often Hornet managed to damage himself, and how long it took to piece him back together again. It was not entirely unheard of for him to spend a week with only one wing, with his metal skin charred black by a propane accident, or with a gouge torn in his fuselage somewhere from a collision, crash, or other near-catastrophe. Accordingly, when Hornet walked into one of the common areas of the ark, soaking wet, with several dents knocked into his frame, and covered in what appeared to be a mixture of gravel, mud, straw, and what looked almost like... saliva?
Well, it did not raise the normal questions it would have in another Autobot.
He trudged down the hallway, looking for all the world like he had just been inhaled by something and spat back out. His head was lowered and he wasn't much watching where he was going, until he rounded a corner and walked straight into Crimson, rebounding back with a surprised cry and falling down onto his back on the ground.
"As you command," he said, and with that he turned and walked out of the throne room, not even bothering to acknowledge the existence of the guards, already in his mind running over the path he would take to the Autobot base in North America.
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Hornet nodded slowly. "Yes sir," he said with a soft sigh, and he turned to leave Prime alone. In the end, it was all that could be done, really. Hornet knew that Prime would probably punish Deathstrike for fighting with Slipstream, even though he was fairly sure that Deathstrike was only doing so because of what Slipstream had said or done to him. He was used to the idea by now that there were Autobots who didn't like him and never would, but that didn't make this any easier...
He walked back out of the Ark and shifted back into airplane form. He felt right now like taking a good long fly somewhere, and he didn't much care where. With a whine of afterburners, he took off into the sky, vanishing over the horizon, save for a radar signature and a transponder code.
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5 hours later:
The sky was as dark as pitch, just the way Reaper preferred it, as he silently pressed over the hills and rivers and trees. Not a sound, nor a reflected beam of sound or radar did he emit from his gently flying form, a jet black helicopter resembling an American Commanche. Plated over in radar-absorbant stealth material, the rotor silenced by a powerful sound dampening system, heat exhaust ports sealed and hidden, and lacking any sort of identifier, even to the extent of a Decepticon transponder, he was presently invisible to any but the most extremely advanced sensors, none of which were liable to be trained on an empty area of American wilderness in the middle of nowhere at present. Of course he was still visible to the naked eye, but his coloration was that of the night sky, and it was equally unlikely that anyone would see him here.
The flight had been completely uneventful so far, a direct trip north over the pole and down towards the North American continent before splitting off from the sub-orbital booster rocket and proceeding under his own power. He was now closing on the site of the Autobot "Ark", a massive spaceship entombed within an active volcano. Optimus certainly did not lack for melodramatic flair.
The trip had been long and unengaging, which had given Reaper time enough to think hard on what he was being sent to do. It was not a matter of hesitation. Megatron had given him a task, and he would complete it, but still, he could not help but be concerned about some of the more recent events.
This was not a normal situation.
Some Transformers lacked the iron spirit required for wartime. This was nothing new. Jetfire, Mirage, the other poor deluded fools who had tried to play both sides of the great war against the middle somehow, all of these had jumped about from side to side like petro-rabbits. It proved that they were weak creatures of no will or fortitude, but it did not worry Reaper. Such things happened.
But recently there had been the news of Deathstrike's resurgence. Deathstrike who had run out on the Decepticons millions of years ago and hidden in the deepest, darkest corners of the universe to avoid retaliation. Deathstrike, whom Reaper had at the time simply shrugged off as another rank coward to be hunted down and destroyed whenever he had the leisure to, had suddenly re-appeared on the side of who else but the Autobots. Such an action did not imply the types of cowardice that Reaper along with Megatron and others had so confidently assumed, particularly not given the fact that Deathstrike had been spotted bringing Sixshot and others down in open combat.
And now, barely three months later, Thundercracker had joined him.
Reaper had to admit, Thundercracker's defection was not... entirely... a surprise. Thundercracker lacked the courage of his convictions, and served Megatron out of fear (as did most everyone, in fairness). Still the timing was disquieting, and Reaper had to wonder if there was someone else behind this, someone who had managed to convince Thundercracker to make such a monumentally stupid decision. He was bound now by orders to return Thundercracker to Megatron for what was certainly going to be a painful death and reprogramming. For all Thundercracker's faults, he did not deserve such a fate, but now there was nothing for it. All Reaper could do was determine why Thundercracker had made the incalculably foolish decision, figure out who had talked him into it, and take the appropriate countermeasures.
All in all, Reaper was certain that something was at work here beyond the usual, and orders or none, he would find out what it was.
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The Autobots were used to Hornet being in various states of disrepair. It was not due to neglect of any sort by Wheeljack, but merely a factor of how often Hornet managed to damage himself, and how long it took to piece him back together again. It was not entirely unheard of for him to spend a week with only one wing, with his metal skin charred black by a propane accident, or with a gouge torn in his fuselage somewhere from a collision, crash, or other near-catastrophe. Accordingly, when Hornet walked into one of the common areas of the ark, soaking wet, with several dents knocked into his frame, and covered in what appeared to be a mixture of gravel, mud, straw, and what looked almost like... saliva?
Well, it did not raise the normal questions it would have in another Autobot.
He trudged down the hallway, looking for all the world like he had just been inhaled by something and spat back out. His head was lowered and he wasn't much watching where he was going, until he rounded a corner and walked straight into Crimson, rebounding back with a surprised cry and falling down onto his back on the ground.
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The impact didn't move Crimson much, but it did surprise her. Hornet's condition was even worse...
"Hornet!! What the Pits did you DO to youself?!"
"Hornet!! What the Pits did you DO to youself?!"
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Stryke sat on the side of the mountain, looking up at the night sky. Maybe Crim is right. He thought to himself. Maybe I am just being gloomy.
The warbot shook his head, still looking up at the sky. He tilted his head, for just a brief second, it seemed like something was blotting out some of the stars. And then it was gone.
Great, now I'm gloomy and seeing things. Sighing, the warbot opened a comm channel to Crimson.
"Hey, Crim, I'm ready to talk whenever you are." He said before shutting down the channel.
The warbot shook his head, still looking up at the sky. He tilted his head, for just a brief second, it seemed like something was blotting out some of the stars. And then it was gone.
Great, now I'm gloomy and seeing things. Sighing, the warbot opened a comm channel to Crimson.
"Hey, Crim, I'm ready to talk whenever you are." He said before shutting down the channel.
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Hornet picked himself back up off the ground and lowered his head sheepily, anticipating full well the speaker-lashing he was probably about to receive.
"I was in the human city, Seattle," he said, "and I went to the place where they keep all the wild animals and let people see them. One of the pilots said that they went there and that there were lions and tigers and everything..."
Hornet went on to explain, in his own halting terms, how he had been walking around the zoo (oblivious as always to the fact that this made him far more of an attraction than the animals were), and came across a human female hysterically crying about something. As it turned out, the woman's young child had somehow managed to escape from the stroller it had been held in and somehow made it through an unguarded back entrance into one of the animal enclosures, specifically the one that contained an entire herd of African Elephants. As the zoo personnel had been racing to try and get to the little girl before the animals did, Hornet had simply hopped over the barriers and the moat, retrieved the child, and walked over to the side of the enclosure to return her to her mother.
Of course what Hornet hadn't thought of, was that while the elephants WERE somewhat used to the presence of humans in their enclosures (though the girl HAD been in a fair amount of danger there), they were entirely UN-used to robots striding through them, and while Hornet was considerably larger than the average human, he was much smaller than a full grown elephant, a fact that the elephants did not ignore. No sooner had he returned the little girl to safety, than a massive elephant matriarch had imperturbably grabbed him around the waist with her trunk, picked him up, and dragged him back over to the rest of the herd before plunking him down on the ground, whereupon half a dozen elephants, including several calves, had proceeded to prod, poke, and even sit on him (fortunately only the lighter ones did this), mostly to keep him still while they determined what he was.
Hornet had made several attempts to escape, but the elephants simply grabbed him and pushed him back down every time, and it had not occurred to him to turn into a plane or scare them off with his lasers, as Hornet only had the vaguest notion of what an elephant was in the first place. The keepers had of course done their best, but as it turned out, elephants did largely whatever they wanted to do, and the keepers had been worried about the elephants becoming hostile. This explained the dents as well as the mud and straw and gravel. The saliva was due to the fact that at one point, one of the baby elephants had discovered that Hornet was ticklish (thanks to Wheeljack's meticulous programming), and the matriarch elephant had pinned him down with her trunk while all the other elephants tickled him relentlessly with their own trunks (presumably because they found his laughter and squirming amusing) smearing elephant saliva all over him until the keepers had finally managed to induce them to let him go.
"... so then the big one grabbed me with her nose, and the others tickled me until I cried, and all the humans were yelling at them to let me go but they wouldn't, and then the little one went over to the pond and sucked up a bunch of water in his nose, and squirted it all at me. And the others kept tickling me for almost fifteen minutes, until the humans brought in some branches and they all went over and started eating them...."
He crossed his wings and sighed as he looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry I got all messy," he said softly, obviously long-familiar with saying those exact words. "It won't happen again." A lie of course, but one he was required to say. He awaited his requisite speaker-lashing with equanimity, hoping that this time he wouldn't be punished by having to listen to Perceptor's lectures.
"I was in the human city, Seattle," he said, "and I went to the place where they keep all the wild animals and let people see them. One of the pilots said that they went there and that there were lions and tigers and everything..."
Hornet went on to explain, in his own halting terms, how he had been walking around the zoo (oblivious as always to the fact that this made him far more of an attraction than the animals were), and came across a human female hysterically crying about something. As it turned out, the woman's young child had somehow managed to escape from the stroller it had been held in and somehow made it through an unguarded back entrance into one of the animal enclosures, specifically the one that contained an entire herd of African Elephants. As the zoo personnel had been racing to try and get to the little girl before the animals did, Hornet had simply hopped over the barriers and the moat, retrieved the child, and walked over to the side of the enclosure to return her to her mother.
Of course what Hornet hadn't thought of, was that while the elephants WERE somewhat used to the presence of humans in their enclosures (though the girl HAD been in a fair amount of danger there), they were entirely UN-used to robots striding through them, and while Hornet was considerably larger than the average human, he was much smaller than a full grown elephant, a fact that the elephants did not ignore. No sooner had he returned the little girl to safety, than a massive elephant matriarch had imperturbably grabbed him around the waist with her trunk, picked him up, and dragged him back over to the rest of the herd before plunking him down on the ground, whereupon half a dozen elephants, including several calves, had proceeded to prod, poke, and even sit on him (fortunately only the lighter ones did this), mostly to keep him still while they determined what he was.
Hornet had made several attempts to escape, but the elephants simply grabbed him and pushed him back down every time, and it had not occurred to him to turn into a plane or scare them off with his lasers, as Hornet only had the vaguest notion of what an elephant was in the first place. The keepers had of course done their best, but as it turned out, elephants did largely whatever they wanted to do, and the keepers had been worried about the elephants becoming hostile. This explained the dents as well as the mud and straw and gravel. The saliva was due to the fact that at one point, one of the baby elephants had discovered that Hornet was ticklish (thanks to Wheeljack's meticulous programming), and the matriarch elephant had pinned him down with her trunk while all the other elephants tickled him relentlessly with their own trunks (presumably because they found his laughter and squirming amusing) smearing elephant saliva all over him until the keepers had finally managed to induce them to let him go.
"... so then the big one grabbed me with her nose, and the others tickled me until I cried, and all the humans were yelling at them to let me go but they wouldn't, and then the little one went over to the pond and sucked up a bunch of water in his nose, and squirted it all at me. And the others kept tickling me for almost fifteen minutes, until the humans brought in some branches and they all went over and started eating them...."
He crossed his wings and sighed as he looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry I got all messy," he said softly, obviously long-familiar with saying those exact words. "It won't happen again." A lie of course, but one he was required to say. He awaited his requisite speaker-lashing with equanimity, hoping that this time he wouldn't be punished by having to listen to Perceptor's lectures.
Gaze upon my works, ye mighty, and despair...
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Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
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Crimson could only listen to Hornet's tale in disbelief, optics wide and unblinking as the tale became more implausible, and yet so very ... HORNET ... by the moment. Part of her logic circuits wanted to go on strike because of the sheer impossibility that this could actually be the truth of the story. And yet, somehow, because it was Hornet, it had to be.
As she waited for Stryke's answer, she looked back down at the muddy, gravelly, water and saliva covered Hornet. What to do with him?! "Go straight to WheelJack's lab and clean up. Tell HIM what happened." Let him deal with it!
My Hero! Crimson thought absurdly, as the timely call meant she didn't have to think about Hornet and what to do with him. The call back was private, but Hornet could hear her end. "Stryke?" her voice was a bit strained and stressed. "Please tell me where you are, so I can join you?" ...and get away from Hornet's insanity.Agent Fisher wrote:"Hey, Crim, I'm ready to talk whenever you are." He said before shutting down the channel.
As she waited for Stryke's answer, she looked back down at the muddy, gravelly, water and saliva covered Hornet. What to do with him?! "Go straight to WheelJack's lab and clean up. Tell HIM what happened." Let him deal with it!
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Reaper's passive scanners erupted to life as he detected a radio transmission on an Autobot frequency nearby. He had not been monitoring the frequency, and thus had no idea what, if anything, was being said on it, but he did know that some sort of signal had been sent. Instantly he stopped moving forward, dropped down from the sky to a low altitude, and hovered, silently, waiting.
The Autobot was reasonably nearby, almost beneath him, and subconsciously Reaper moved forward, passing up and over the Autobot in question. It was a risk to attack, but it was a greater risk not to, for if the Autobot had somehow detected him, he would surely search and alert the others. At present, his body language didn't indicate alarm just yet. This would have to be carefully done.
He moved off a bit, descended, and returned to his standard form, crouching low within foliage and darkening his optics to fit the background, while photosensitive cells in his scythe dulled its sheen and cloaked it in darkness. His electron scrambler pistol materialized in his hands, and he waited for the Autobot to approach.
It was unfortunate to have to stoop to such levels as hiding in the damn bushes, but it would have been patently idiotic to attack directly and openly, and invite a counterattack by six dozen Autobots.
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Hornet lowered his head again. "Wheeljack's not in his workshop," he said, "and the door's locked so I can't get in. And when he sees me he's gonna be angry that I got all messy again."
He looked back up at Crimson pleadingly. "Can't you help me? I don't wanna get in trouble again! I was just trying to help!"
The Autobot was reasonably nearby, almost beneath him, and subconsciously Reaper moved forward, passing up and over the Autobot in question. It was a risk to attack, but it was a greater risk not to, for if the Autobot had somehow detected him, he would surely search and alert the others. At present, his body language didn't indicate alarm just yet. This would have to be carefully done.
He moved off a bit, descended, and returned to his standard form, crouching low within foliage and darkening his optics to fit the background, while photosensitive cells in his scythe dulled its sheen and cloaked it in darkness. His electron scrambler pistol materialized in his hands, and he waited for the Autobot to approach.
It was unfortunate to have to stoop to such levels as hiding in the damn bushes, but it would have been patently idiotic to attack directly and openly, and invite a counterattack by six dozen Autobots.
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Hornet lowered his head again. "Wheeljack's not in his workshop," he said, "and the door's locked so I can't get in. And when he sees me he's gonna be angry that I got all messy again."
He looked back up at Crimson pleadingly. "Can't you help me? I don't wanna get in trouble again! I was just trying to help!"
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Gaze upon my works, ye mighty, and despair...
Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
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Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
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Stryke walked forward, a slow pace to nowhere. He opened a channel, his response outloud, not knowing there was a stealth 'Con very close by. "Are you ok, Crim?" He asked. "Don't worry, I'll head back to the Ark so we can talk." He said. "I'll see you soon, love." He said before shutting down the comm channel, starting to head back to the Ark. Before he started walking, he took one last look at the sky then around him. Something caught his eye.
The warbot called out. "Hello? Anybody out there?" He asked, turning his IFF tag on, hoping if there was someone out there, they would turn their IFF on so he could identify them.
The warbot called out. "Hello? Anybody out there?" He asked, turning his IFF tag on, hoping if there was someone out there, they would turn their IFF on so he could identify them.
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'Thrice damn that Autobot straight to the pits,' thought Reaper. The infernal thing must have had better sensors than Reaper had anticipated. It had no clear idea that he was here, obviously, and yet it was suspicious. He now had no choice but to take it down and quickly. Slowly he raised the electron scrambler pistol, stifling a chortle as the Autobot activated its IFF transponder, as though Reaper was about to give away his position by doing the same.
He waited for the Autobot to approach, lining up a perfect shot.
He waited for the Autobot to approach, lining up a perfect shot.
Gaze upon my works, ye mighty, and despair...
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Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
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Illioutkh! Just... Great. "Just what I needed to hear..." Crimson muttered as Hornet pleaded and begged. "Why does everything fall on me at once?"
Hmm... hot lube bath... with Stryke... that would be very nice, rubbing lube over his ....
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"Just get inside soon, Stryke?" Crimson begged before closing the open mike and looking down at Hornet. "Since I know you heard every word, Hornet, I'll explain that Stryke and I were wanting private time alone because we had a ... difference of opinion and need to work it out," she explained to the teenybot with a long-suffering sigh. "So... what does WheelJack do when you've gotten yourself this filthy?"
She opened the comm impatiently, still trying to think what to do with Hornet. "No, I'm not ok, love ... Hornet just came in dented and covered in filth, and WheelJack's got the Lab locked," she complained, eyes on Hornet as the teenybot could hear her end of the conversation clearly. "Somehow I have to get him cleaned up. Other than running him under a carwash and then into a hot lube bath, I'm out of ideas."Stryke wrote:"Are you ok, Crim?" He asked. "Don't worry, I'll head back to the Ark so we can talk." He said. "I'll see you soon, love."
Hmm... hot lube bath... with Stryke... that would be very nice, rubbing lube over his ....
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"Just get inside soon, Stryke?" Crimson begged before closing the open mike and looking down at Hornet. "Since I know you heard every word, Hornet, I'll explain that Stryke and I were wanting private time alone because we had a ... difference of opinion and need to work it out," she explained to the teenybot with a long-suffering sigh. "So... what does WheelJack do when you've gotten yourself this filthy?"
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Stryke stopped moving, standing up and laughing hard. Finally, he slowed his laughing, shaking his head. Stryke opened the comm channel. "Oh Primus, that must be too funny. Don't worry, I'm coming back inside." He said. The Warbot looked back towards where he thought he had seen something. Stryke narrowed his optics, giving into his curiosity and walking towards it, just to settle his mind.
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Hornet looked concerned at the revelation that Crimson and Stryke had had a fight. Besides that, he wasn't sure what a hot lube bath was, but it sounded a bit risky. A carwash he knew, he had been through them before, though he didn't much like the taste of the soap most places used...
Hornet held his wings behind his back and looked down at the floor.
"Wheeljack puts me in a cleaning machine," he said softly. "It's like... a really big dishwasher I guess. I don't like it much."
He tried to think of something more helpful. He failed. "I'm sorry I got messed up," he said lamely.
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Just a little bit closer... and then....
Reaper opened fire point blank with his electron scrambler, aiming for the Autobot's head, and simultaneously jamming every radio frequency he could find for a brief burst. With luck it would be enough to knock this Autobot cold without alerting any of the others.
Hornet held his wings behind his back and looked down at the floor.
"Wheeljack puts me in a cleaning machine," he said softly. "It's like... a really big dishwasher I guess. I don't like it much."
He tried to think of something more helpful. He failed. "I'm sorry I got messed up," he said lamely.
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Just a little bit closer... and then....
Reaper opened fire point blank with his electron scrambler, aiming for the Autobot's head, and simultaneously jamming every radio frequency he could find for a brief burst. With luck it would be enough to knock this Autobot cold without alerting any of the others.
Gaze upon my works, ye mighty, and despair...
Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
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Already on edge, cautious, Stryke dived to the side. His laser machine pistol appeared in his hands, spitting lethal bolts at a high rate of fire into the darkness, not quite sure where the shot came from. The enemy fire barely missed him, grazing him, shocking him. The warbot opened his comm channel.
"STRYKE TAKING FIRE!" He called out, hoping the message got through.
"STRYKE TAKING FIRE!" He called out, hoping the message got through.
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The Autobot dodged! The damned Autobot DODGED! Of all the infernal, stupid...
No time for that now, this was now a major situation. Reaper was relieved that he had managed to block the signals in a small radius at least. The message would not escape five feet.
The lasers burnt into his armor, but Reaper was built to take a shot or two, and instantly he lunged out of his hiding place scythe first, absorbing several shots before diving atop Stryke, using his weight to pin the Autobot down as he brought his scrambler pistol around to empty it into the Autobot's face. He would have loved to simply decapitate the enemy bot, but unfortunately that would bring his transponder offline, and force a response from the other Autobots. He could not risk that directly.
Not yet.
No time for that now, this was now a major situation. Reaper was relieved that he had managed to block the signals in a small radius at least. The message would not escape five feet.
The lasers burnt into his armor, but Reaper was built to take a shot or two, and instantly he lunged out of his hiding place scythe first, absorbing several shots before diving atop Stryke, using his weight to pin the Autobot down as he brought his scrambler pistol around to empty it into the Autobot's face. He would have loved to simply decapitate the enemy bot, but unfortunately that would bring his transponder offline, and force a response from the other Autobots. He could not risk that directly.
Not yet.
Gaze upon my works, ye mighty, and despair...
Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
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Stryke couldn't bring his pistol around, it was pinned to the ground with the rest of his body. But his other arm was free. The warbot brought it around as hard as he could aiming it for the unknown attacker's head. As his fist came around, the warbot tried to bring his cannon in line, hoping to fire an energy blast or a 105MM HEAT round into the attacker.
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There was no avoiding it. It was either make full use of his weapons or be caught by the Autobot counterattack. The bot was no mean pushover and could not simply be silenced like so.
As the Autobot swung his fist around, Reaper unfurled his scythe and slashed out at the massive cannon on the Autobot's shoulder, intending to slice it off at the root, and prevent its fire. As the Autobot swung its hand around, Reaper simply cocked his head over and brought up his shoulder to block the impact. The blow shook him, but rather that hitting him in the head it had stuck his main body, and did not upend him or disrupt his sensors.
As he did these things, Reaper brought his pistol around again, planted it as best he could against the Autobot's pinned form, and pulled the trigger several times.
As the Autobot swung his fist around, Reaper unfurled his scythe and slashed out at the massive cannon on the Autobot's shoulder, intending to slice it off at the root, and prevent its fire. As the Autobot swung its hand around, Reaper simply cocked his head over and brought up his shoulder to block the impact. The blow shook him, but rather that hitting him in the head it had stuck his main body, and did not upend him or disrupt his sensors.
As he did these things, Reaper brought his pistol around again, planted it as best he could against the Autobot's pinned form, and pulled the trigger several times.
Gaze upon my works, ye mighty, and despair...
Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
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Stryke had a few brief seconds. He saw the scythe coming and decided to fire, regardless of the fact that the cannon was not point directly at him. Just before the scythe connected, the cannon fired, a large, powerful energy blast streaking out. Then the scythe connected, the barrel lobbing off.
The warbot saw his fist hitting the attacker's main body, not doing much. Stryke was just about to trying something else when suddenly everything went dar-
The warbot saw his fist hitting the attacker's main body, not doing much. Stryke was just about to trying something else when suddenly everything went dar-
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Reaper repressed the urge to scream. He repressed with greater difficulty the urge to festoon the trees with this Autobot's laser core. The Primus-damned thing had FIRED the cannon before he had cut it off. Every Autobot within a dozen miles would see that.
He did not kill the Autobot, for there was still a chance to salvage this, but it would take some degree of luck that had so far eluded him.
He made sure the Autobot was down for the count, then stood back up, returned to chopper form, and took off into the air, racing towards the entrance to the Autobot base, all but invisible once more. If he could just get there in time before the Autobots emerged, or perhaps directly after they had left, he might be able to slip inside.
He did not kill the Autobot, for there was still a chance to salvage this, but it would take some degree of luck that had so far eluded him.
He made sure the Autobot was down for the count, then stood back up, returned to chopper form, and took off into the air, racing towards the entrance to the Autobot base, all but invisible once more. If he could just get there in time before the Autobots emerged, or perhaps directly after they had left, he might be able to slip inside.
Gaze upon my works, ye mighty, and despair...
Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
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Deathstrike was most of the way to Prime when he noticed some kind of distrubance. Autobots streaked passed him to roll out and investigate. Deathstrike hesitated. If there was some kind of local incident then the meeting with Prime would be delayed.
If he was a Decepticon strike leader, he might very well arrange a distraction to empty the Ark so he could steak in a stealth unit like Ravage or Reaper to take care of Thundercracker. Deathstrike headed towards Thundercracker's CR tank. Just in case.
If he was a Decepticon strike leader, he might very well arrange a distraction to empty the Ark so he could steak in a stealth unit like Ravage or Reaper to take care of Thundercracker. Deathstrike headed towards Thundercracker's CR tank. Just in case.
It's not that I'm unforgiving, it's that most of the people who wrong me are unrepentant assholes.
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TELETRAN detected the weapons fire, and immediatly alerted the proper Autobots - the Ark's permanant garrison.
Full alarms didn't go off, general quarters did not sound, instead, TELETRAN decided to keep this one quiet - it was only a minor exchange of weapons fire, two combatants. More sensor-webs surronding the Ark came online, scanning the terrain around Mount St Helen, Optimus Prime, Ironhide and the Autobots on guard duty where alerted, no one else was disturbed.
Red Alert, Blind Fire and Helion where exiting the Ark's forward entrance, even as the Auto-cannons guarding the massive entryway came online.
It would be readily apparent to Reaper that by the time he got into position, the Ark would be sealed tight at the front door.
Full alarms didn't go off, general quarters did not sound, instead, TELETRAN decided to keep this one quiet - it was only a minor exchange of weapons fire, two combatants. More sensor-webs surronding the Ark came online, scanning the terrain around Mount St Helen, Optimus Prime, Ironhide and the Autobots on guard duty where alerted, no one else was disturbed.
Red Alert, Blind Fire and Helion where exiting the Ark's forward entrance, even as the Auto-cannons guarding the massive entryway came online.
It would be readily apparent to Reaper that by the time he got into position, the Ark would be sealed tight at the front door.
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"According to the Bible, IHVH created the Universe in six days....he obviously didn't know what he was doing." - Darek Steele bani Order of Hermes.
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Crimson looked down at the dejected teenybot and sighed again. "You went to help a child, so that was good. You didn't hurt these... elephants... whatever they were, and they don't seem to have harmed you." just made you dirty and filthy and sticky and I swear if he tries to hug me I am throwing him in the nearest lake.
"So.. since we can't get to the big washer, I guess you have to go to the showers," meaning the larger pressure-washers used by 'bots Shellshock's size. The force of the water pressure alone should be punishment enough for the teenybot. She was about to call Stryke to let him know where they'd be, when she saw Deathstrike stalking down another corridor towards where Thundercracker was under guard. The larger bot didn't seem to notice them, which Crimson decided was a good thing.
Some of the mud on Hornet was starting to really stink.
"So.. since we can't get to the big washer, I guess you have to go to the showers," meaning the larger pressure-washers used by 'bots Shellshock's size. The force of the water pressure alone should be punishment enough for the teenybot. She was about to call Stryke to let him know where they'd be, when she saw Deathstrike stalking down another corridor towards where Thundercracker was under guard. The larger bot didn't seem to notice them, which Crimson decided was a good thing.
Some of the mud on Hornet was starting to really stink.
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And thus another entrance would be needed.Dark Silver wrote:It would be readily apparent to Reaper that by the time he got into position, the Ark would be sealed tight at the front door.
He did not wait around the entrance to be caught like a thief at the door. He flew up, deciding upon one of the contingency plans he had prepared for. The Autobot guards would find Stryke, but they would not find him immediately. He needed somewhere in which to regroup and find another way in. He flew upwards, towards the volcano's peak.
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Hornet smiled up at Crimson. "They look like mice... but they're as big as a house, maybe even as big as Wheeljack! And they have big long noses that they can pick things up with, and they're grey and they use their noses to make a sound like a trumpet sometimes." He followed Crimson towards whatever these "showers" were.
Gaze upon my works, ye mighty, and despair...
Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
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The nearby weapons fire had shaken Blindside out of his meditation all too quickly. He leapt to his feet, and saw who his IFF read as Stryke being taken down by...something. A dark, large, shadowy something that nonetheless wasn't able to contain Stryke fast enough for him to get a single shot off.
Shifting into his dire wolf form, all the better with which to scan the area, Blindside refocused his eyes below him on the mountainside to see Stryke. Infrared readings showed that he was still alive, though he wasn't moving. Sweeping his vision around, he saw a dark shape, flying swiftly and silently toward the entrance to the Ark. His eyes narrowing, he dove off the edge of the mountain, descending as rapidly and silently as he knew how.
While descending, he could see that whoever this was, it was a Transformer, and it also knew stealth. Still descending the mountain until he was almost level with the shadowy, near-silent flying Transformer. He narrowed his golden eyes, and decided to abandon stealth in favor of doing his duty as a member of his team; as an Autobot should.
Opening his comm, Blindside sent a blanket message to all Autobots within the Ark, his voice holding a growling undertone to it, not only reflecting his lupine form, but the concern he felt. "This is Blindside, outside the Ark. A Transformer, presumably Decepticon has knocked Stryke unconscious, and is descending to the entrance to the Ark now. I'm going to...distract him."
Seeing that the shadowy form with the spinning top was beginning to rise toward the top of the mountain, Blindside began to rapidly ascend the mountainside himself, abandoning stealth in favor of pure speed.
Shifting into his dire wolf form, all the better with which to scan the area, Blindside refocused his eyes below him on the mountainside to see Stryke. Infrared readings showed that he was still alive, though he wasn't moving. Sweeping his vision around, he saw a dark shape, flying swiftly and silently toward the entrance to the Ark. His eyes narrowing, he dove off the edge of the mountain, descending as rapidly and silently as he knew how.
While descending, he could see that whoever this was, it was a Transformer, and it also knew stealth. Still descending the mountain until he was almost level with the shadowy, near-silent flying Transformer. He narrowed his golden eyes, and decided to abandon stealth in favor of doing his duty as a member of his team; as an Autobot should.
Opening his comm, Blindside sent a blanket message to all Autobots within the Ark, his voice holding a growling undertone to it, not only reflecting his lupine form, but the concern he felt. "This is Blindside, outside the Ark. A Transformer, presumably Decepticon has knocked Stryke unconscious, and is descending to the entrance to the Ark now. I'm going to...distract him."
Seeing that the shadowy form with the spinning top was beginning to rise toward the top of the mountain, Blindside began to rapidly ascend the mountainside himself, abandoning stealth in favor of pure speed.
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The picture Hornet painted of the Elephants was a confusing one. "uh... You'll have to find holos of them to show me later, Hornet." Something was *really* beginning to stink, and Crimson was beginning to realize why. Organics had to dump waste products. Elephants... are organic. If elephants are big enough to hold Hornet down... how big was the........ eeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww. That's not Mud, is it.
"Showers are in here," Crimson said quickly, glad they weren't that far away. "It's going to be high-pressure hoses, so try not to hurt yourself?" Stryke, hurry up and get here, so I'm not dealing with the teenybot alone? She hurriedly adjusted the nozzles as far down as they'd go, and started warm water flowing through them as she handed Hornet a chamois cloth. "Get in, and don't come out until you have every bit of that cleaned off your outside and in." The best thing about the shower setup? It was set up so Autobots could walk through it, from wash down to soap up to rinse. Some 'bots joked that humans had peeked into the Ark at some point and learned how to automate their carwashes that way.
And then it all was forgotten as Blindside let out a General Alarm to the Ark. "Stryke?!" Crimson turned, nearly forgetting about Hornet, but stopped herself in time. "Hornet... get cleaned first. I don't want you following and finding out your lasers are clogged. WASH NOW." The last was called over her shoulder as she ran for the entrance, calling her pistols from subspace as she went. Stryke was down ... Primus, don't let his stupid premonition come true!
"Showers are in here," Crimson said quickly, glad they weren't that far away. "It's going to be high-pressure hoses, so try not to hurt yourself?" Stryke, hurry up and get here, so I'm not dealing with the teenybot alone? She hurriedly adjusted the nozzles as far down as they'd go, and started warm water flowing through them as she handed Hornet a chamois cloth. "Get in, and don't come out until you have every bit of that cleaned off your outside and in." The best thing about the shower setup? It was set up so Autobots could walk through it, from wash down to soap up to rinse. Some 'bots joked that humans had peeked into the Ark at some point and learned how to automate their carwashes that way.
And then it all was forgotten as Blindside let out a General Alarm to the Ark. "Stryke?!" Crimson turned, nearly forgetting about Hornet, but stopped herself in time. "Hornet... get cleaned first. I don't want you following and finding out your lasers are clogged. WASH NOW." The last was called over her shoulder as she ran for the entrance, calling her pistols from subspace as she went. Stryke was down ... Primus, don't let his stupid premonition come true!
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