*Metroplex opens his largest gate and lets down the bridge, preparing the road for the Hunt Down That Rat Bastard Drath Squad. Who emerges? Stay tuned and find out!*
*one severely pissed-off Unicronian, for starters. 'Boots comes screaming out of Autobot city and circles overhead, waiting for the others to roll out*
((Making my entrance, but if I try staying up late tonight I may well die as a martyr to my keyboard. So - I'm in, but I won't be on long tonight. Sorry!))
Swindle transforms to jeep mode and charges out of the base, spinning figure eights on the grounds until the others come out. "Let's do this!" he says when he stops, revving his engine until it nearly redlines. "C'mon!"
((Should be on at some point tomorrow before I have to go to work; if not, figure Swindle's along but hanging back so as to avoid doing anything that resembles work and meanwhile keeping an eye on what's going on to report back to Onslaught.))
Re: Swindle's Exitcynic_cassetteOctober 29 2006, 05:32:04 UTC
*has already transformed to her aerial mode by the time she flies through the exit and streaks after the others, swing-wings angling back as she puts on speed*
Re: AWWWWW...... SONOTGOOD!!!ambassadorspikeOctober 29 2006, 04:06:15 UTC
Spike's head jerks up sharply at the sound of Dead End's voice blaring over the comm system. No. It can't be. Not another god damned trap!
He is turning to snap out the same orders Frostbite does, an instant behind her. He bites his tongue and stares up at the default screen Metroplex has been beaming everything to, waiting for the SkySpy feed.
Re: AWWWWW...... SONOTGOOD!!!doc_ratchetOctober 29 2006, 04:51:26 UTC
Ordinarily, Ratchet would be hissing in pain and giving her a piece of his mind for the way too tight deathgrip she had on his hand. He has sensitive slagging hands, damnit!
This moment, however, as he watches that fireball blossom across the screen, he doesn't even feel the pain as anything more than a barely tangible tether to the moment. The shockwave blasts everything away, leaving a faint haze on the ground as the dust settles slowly, even as the fire still grows, reaching out as if it could stretch fingers all the way up to engulf the SkySpy.
Ratchet feels his fuel pump freeze as he watches dumbly at the last known location of his bondmate. Watches it vanish in a blazing inferno.
"We'll need transports," he finds himself answering Frostbite calmly. There will be something to bring back. He refuses to allow himself to contemplate any other possibility. He will bring them home.
The blue and purple Seeker hurtled cross-country toward the coordinates Galvatron had given him. He pondered the next step in his current course of action as he flew.
Galvatron said there's a truce on, so the Autobots shouldn't go and shoot at me just for being there. And Bots weird out like Cons if they know I'm a ghost, so... Duskwing's colors darken and turn opaque.
...but I got to talk to a human, the kid's designer--this Spike Witwicky guy. And they weird out about Cons. But this one's with the Autobots. Who got a truce with the Decepticons. Gaah! I hate this! Why do things have to be so complicated?
Duskwing blithely flies to nearly the gates of Metroplex, undetectable by radar or much of anything else except plain old optics and audials. He transforms and lands directly in front of whoever is standing there.
Or I could just ask...
"Hey!" says the utterly common-looking blue and purple Seeker, "anyone know where I can find this Spike Witwicky guy? And who's Metroplex?"
Grimlock is in a baaaad mood. It's bad enough that Daniel got taken away and maybe killed. It's even worse he didn't even get to go with the rescue party, since he wasn't 'stealthy' enough -- Me Grimlock too stealthy! Me too stealthy for me Grimlock self! -- nor was he fast enough for the second rescue party. He just wanted to smash something, anything to make him feel better.
Oh, look, a Decepticon!
Wait... there's that truce thing. Rodimus wouldn't want Grimlck to smash any Decepticons right now. But Rodimus not here to say no! But Grimlock liked Rodimus, his orders generally were good ideas. But Rodimus not king, me Grimlock king! Ohh, now his head hurt.
He stomps out the gate, scowling at Duskwing. "Me Grimlock want to know who asking."
Duskwing looks up at the robotic dinosaur. With an Autobot brand. He gives Grimlock a puzzled scowl.
"What are you, an Autobot Terrorcon? Does it matter who the frag I am? I'm Duskwing if you just gotta know. Now, where the frag is Spike? I gotta message for him. An' for some Metroplex guy. Two messages."
*there's a scream of wildly overstressed engines from somewhere above, and a human sublight shuttle descends from the sky. Well, it might be a shuttle. It's hard to be certain exactly, given that it's descending in a magnificent ball of fire as its ablative armour struggles with re-entry speeds it was never really designed to cope with
( ... )
((*dies* Galvatron, I love you. Also, does this mean 'Boots can quit with the being banished now?))
*Metroplex wisely keeps his thoughts about Galvatron's entrance to himself, merely opening a side door.* VICTOR DRATH'S FACILITY HAS BEEN DESTROYED; YOUR BODY IS MOSTLY INTACT, AND THE OTHER DECEPTICONS' BODIES ARE SAFE. STATUS OF AUTOBOT BODIES UNKNOWN. WE HAVE A TEAM IN PURSUIT OF DRATH NOW. *Meanwhile, Metroplex remotely boots up one of the spare EDC interceptors. It's ugly, but it's hella fast and that's what counts.*
((I don't see why not, though I'd rather like to see them meet face to face for it. ^_^ Where is she?))
Unknown? So what happened to Rodimus - and the Matrix?!
And get me a patch through to whoever's leading the team hunting Drath! *snarls, aside* I want to tell them to leave some for me when they're done interrogating him!
INDEX TO THIS CRAZY THINGdragoness_eOctober 30 2006, 21:06:10 UTC
Hello, everyone! I've thrown together an Index to this crazy RP that is strung out over so many journals. It's over on the Deadster's page, and I encourage you to put it in your memories--I intend to maintain it as we continue.
Anyone who has had trouble keep tracking of where you came in, where they came in, what the slag is going on, hop on over and take a look!
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((Making my entrance, but if I try staying up late tonight I may well die as a martyr to my keyboard. So - I'm in, but I won't be on long tonight. Sorry!))
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((Should be on at some point tomorrow before I have to go to work; if not, figure Swindle's along but hanging back so as to avoid doing anything that resembles work and meanwhile keeping an eye on what's going on to report back to Onslaught.))
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He is turning to snap out the same orders Frostbite does, an instant behind her. He bites his tongue and stares up at the default screen Metroplex has been beaming everything to, waiting for the SkySpy feed.
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This moment, however, as he watches that fireball blossom across the screen, he doesn't even feel the pain as anything more than a barely tangible tether to the moment. The shockwave blasts everything away, leaving a faint haze on the ground as the dust settles slowly, even as the fire still grows, reaching out as if it could stretch fingers all the way up to engulf the SkySpy.
Ratchet feels his fuel pump freeze as he watches dumbly at the last known location of his bondmate. Watches it vanish in a blazing inferno.
"We'll need transports," he finds himself answering Frostbite calmly. There will be something to bring back. He refuses to allow himself to contemplate any other possibility. He will bring them home.
Whatever is left.
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Galvatron said there's a truce on, so the Autobots shouldn't go and shoot at me just for being there. And Bots weird out like Cons if they know I'm a ghost, so... Duskwing's colors darken and turn opaque.
...but I got to talk to a human, the kid's designer--this Spike Witwicky guy. And they weird out about Cons. But this one's with the Autobots. Who got a truce with the Decepticons. Gaah! I hate this! Why do things have to be so complicated?
Duskwing blithely flies to nearly the gates of Metroplex, undetectable by radar or much of anything else except plain old optics and audials. He transforms and lands directly in front of whoever is standing there.
Or I could just ask...
"Hey!" says the utterly common-looking blue and purple Seeker, "anyone know where I can find this Spike Witwicky guy? And who's Metroplex?"
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Oh, look, a Decepticon!
Wait... there's that truce thing. Rodimus wouldn't want Grimlck to smash any Decepticons right now. But Rodimus not here to say no! But Grimlock liked Rodimus, his orders generally were good ideas. But Rodimus not king, me Grimlock king! Ohh, now his head hurt.
He stomps out the gate, scowling at Duskwing. "Me Grimlock want to know who asking."
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"What are you, an Autobot Terrorcon? Does it matter who the frag I am? I'm Duskwing if you just gotta know. Now, where the frag is Spike? I gotta message for him. An' for some Metroplex guy. Two messages."
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*Metroplex wisely keeps his thoughts about Galvatron's entrance to himself, merely opening a side door.* VICTOR DRATH'S FACILITY HAS BEEN DESTROYED; YOUR BODY IS MOSTLY INTACT, AND THE OTHER DECEPTICONS' BODIES ARE SAFE. STATUS OF AUTOBOT BODIES UNKNOWN. WE HAVE A TEAM IN PURSUIT OF DRATH NOW. *Meanwhile, Metroplex remotely boots up one of the spare EDC interceptors. It's ugly, but it's hella fast and that's what counts.*
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Unknown? So what happened to Rodimus - and the Matrix?!
And get me a patch through to whoever's leading the team hunting Drath! *snarls, aside* I want to tell them to leave some for me when they're done interrogating him!
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*...bouncebouncebounce*
We literally just up and left Metroplex, so I can turn around and boggle at the landing if you like. Heck, I'm volunteering to be their transport.))
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Hello, everyone! I've thrown together an Index to this crazy RP that is strung out over so many journals. It's over on the Deadster's page, and I encourage you to put it in your memories--I intend to maintain it as we continue.
Anyone who has had trouble keep tracking of where you came in, where they came in, what the slag is going on, hop on over and take a look!
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