...and the fourth beast said "Come and see." [Open]

Sep 25, 2010 00:25

Characters: Galvatron
Content: Arrival
Location: High atop a random Iacon tower
Time of day: Dawn
Warnings: You are all screwed now.
Status: (Active/Finished?) Active

... the limitless potiential living inside of me to murder everything... )

g1 galvatron, bayverse barricade, g1 nightbird

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greatdestryr September 25 2010, 22:05:07 UTC
Ah yes. This was much better.

Galvatron circled around his newest masterpiece as it burned, optics drowning in the beautiful sight of shreds of metal and glass still toppling from the wound he had created. It so pleased him so much that his circuits felt as if they were on fire and his tanks hungered. More, the voices that plagued his processor insisted. More. He hadn't noticed just when he had begun to laugh with delight, but abruptly he stopped when his audios picked up the sound of screeching tire, neck joint immediately snapping towards-

Now wasn't that a pretty sight.

He floated there, the object original object of his attention only a whisper in his processor now as his blank, emotionless optics focused on the dark plated creature on a rooftop below. A femme? How... quaint.

He lifted his arm, cannon along with it, and held it there, his vocalizer slow and smooth.

"Bow to chaos, recognize it as your master, and live. Refuse and, well..." His helm tilts, a small grin widening and optics flashing to the burning rubble below before returning to the femme, letting the scene below speak for him.

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halcyonlost September 27 2010, 02:26:06 UTC
Barricade cursed as some rubble bounced down off his hood. Seriously. He pushed back into his bipedal mode. Not slugs again. Unless slugs could talk.

And talk pretentiously. Barricade hadn't heard this caliber of speechifying since Megatron. HIS Megatron, who he was still kind of torn on not having seen around. B

This was...worth reporting. He backpedaled, into the arched door of a building, optics split between focusing on the source of the firepower and the airframe being targeted.

Bow to chaos? Not Barricade. Not if he could watch, wait, and turn it to his advantage.

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broken_s1lence September 27 2010, 02:41:27 UTC
It took a moment to parse what the strange mechanism wanted underneath the sound and fury of his rhetoric. Nightbird's optics narrowed when she understood.

I will have no master!

Nightbird flung two shuriken at Galvatron as her answer, and leaped across to the next roof to dodge the inevitable counterattack. This creature was powerful, but had no discipline of mind. She would be able to outwit him easily.

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greatdestryr September 27 2010, 03:24:16 UTC
If the Decepticon Lord felt anything as the two metal objects sunk into his armored plating, he didn't show it. Rather, it only drove the corners of his lip components upward slightly as his optics flared, a familiar sensations building in his neural net, coursing down every pathway into every wire right down to the sensors themselves. Far too long had it been since he felt this... passionate. This... alive.

The thrill of the hunt was upon him. And he would not stop until all those who defied him lay broken at his feet.

Ignoring the weapons embedded in his chest and the small amount of fluid that dribbled from them, he raised his cannon, unmoving from his spot as he fired again. And again. And again. The femme was quick, he noted, far quicker than he expected, optics not missing the gaping holes and falling chunks of metal falling from structures at which the femme leaped from. His internals rumbled amusedly, content in the fact that his goal was being met, despite the distracting game. One of the buildings completely collapsed, hurling dust and ash through the streets. Oh was it ever being met.

"Run, all you wish, wild one!" His fire bursts did not relent or falter, optics hazing over in desire as his vocalizer rose, bellowing to the heavens. "ALL WILL BE TAMED BY MY HAND OR BY FLAME!" Despite his feverist proclamation, his last blast was unwitnessed, helm slowly turning to the side and downwards.

Ah, there the poor wretch was. So pleasing he still lived. So many new toys...

"AND ALL THAT IS DONE IN DARKNESS SHALL BE BROUGHT TO THE LIGHT OF JUDGEMENT!" The cannon lowered promptly... "I AM YOUR JUDGE. I AM YOUR EXECUTIONER. I AM YOUR DESTRUCTION!" ... and fired.

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halcyonlost October 2 2010, 01:00:53 UTC
Oh...frag. So much for Brilliant Plan of Hiding in the Doorway. This was, officially, the last time he followed any of Starscream's reaction plans.

On the plus side, he was going to be offlined by a mech who knew how to do that whole Battlefield Repartee thing down. Downright spooky, in fact.

Barricade dove out of the doorframe an instant before the round slammed into it. The force struck him from behind, throwing him to the ground, chunks of plasmetal pelting him.

He scrambled to his feet, hoping that the airframe would distract the attacker long enough for him to beat a, uh, tactical retreat. Wait. That was ANOTHER of Starscream's plans. Fraggit.

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broken_s1lence October 2 2010, 01:43:09 UTC
Leap. Land. Run a few steps, feeling the shockwave from each blast thumping against her back. Reach the end of available rooftop - leap.

Nightbird never stopped moving at her prodigious top speed - she had ample motivation, with the purple mech's insanely powerful cannon blasts shredding metal and glass just inches behind her. If she paused for an instant, she would die. Nightbird had no conception of life beyond death - to her, 'death' was a lot like the stasis she had slept in after the Autobots had brought her down. And that terrified her.

Leap run dodge leap. No time for terror. There was only economy of motion, propelling her into near-flight. Nightbird slid down a domed roof, flung herself off the edge, caught herself on an overhang across the street and swung through a window. The room inside was richly furnished in tones of glowing bronze and rich jewels, but Nightbird's attention was only for the clamor outside. She crouched just below the sill and listened.

There - the distinctive roar of cannonfire. Distinctive yet distant. Her attacker was still on the rampage, but seemed to have forgotten about her. Good. That was... good.

Nightbird's optics dimmed. That is not a being to be trifled with.

Still, there had been something familiar about him...

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greatdestryr October 3 2010, 10:10:53 UTC
A dark, amused chuckle traveled into the air around him, optics flickering to and fro between his two toys, or should he say soon-to-be victims? And then there was the matter of which he should tear apart first. Decisions decisions. The Decepticon Lord was about to turn his attention to the femme, experience reminding him their higher pitched screams were beyond delicious to his audios, but his optic caught a glimpse of something... familiar on the black mech's frame before debris obscured his view.

Very familiar. How interesting.

Galvatron shot down into the street, his landing leaving the ground cracked and broken. Dimmed optics searched through the dust and smoke, vocalizer humming in nearly a sing song as he strolled lazily into the destruction he had wrought. "It's rather rude to spy on others, wouldn't you agree?" Digits lifted to his cannon, drumming on its brightly painted surface. "You wear the mark of the blesseded, but you are not of my brood. I wonder how that came to be so? Show yourself, Decepticon warrior, lest I change my processor about sparing you."

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i won't be so fail again! halcyonlost October 19 2010, 01:26:43 UTC
Well, frag. So the choice was to be shot while hiding (and after that blast from a distance wrecked the building, Barricade knew that even a sloppy shot would, you know, erase him from existence), or come out and be shot like a real warrior.

Kind of sad he actually had to think about this, really.

Oh, FINE.

He stepped around the remaining intact support pillar. Worse ways to die, right? At least Starscream (and/or Shockwave) wasn't hear to laugh at him.

"Yeah, we...sort of lost our etiquette manual. You know, war and all."

There it is--the infamous Barricade Charm.

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broken_s1lence October 19 2010, 01:41:47 UTC
Despite being put in stasis more or less directly after her little adventure, Nightbird was in near-mint condition: her joints and servos were completely silent as she crept closer to the dangerous being and his latest distraction. Childlike curiosity was overcoming caution. Though she stayed flawlessly hidden, Nightbird could not do the sensible thing and escape while her attacker was distracted.

She would learn.

Nightbird crouched what she felt was a safe distance away from the two Decepticons, close enough to hear their voices even with a building or so between them. With any luck, Galvatron would be too distracted by Barricade to even remember she existed.

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greatdestryr October 19 2010, 01:47:35 UTC
"We?' The amusing air trailed from his vocalizer. Optics narrowed as they meticulously scanned the black mech. Definitely not of his fold. Too pointy. Too small. Too ugly (Not that the Sweeps were anything to look at, mind you, but the way this mech's faceplates were just thrown together... disgusting. At least the femme was visually appealing, damn his wavering attention span). Too much smart aft hemorrhaging of the vocalizer. Not enough fear.

Though that was easily fixed, he noted, as he leisurely strolled towards the mech that bore his mark.

"Define... we." His helm tilted as his tone turned icy and sharp as his gaze. "For I never have laid an optic on such a pathetic excuse for a Decepticon such as yourself."

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halcyonlost October 19 2010, 01:55:51 UTC
Barricade stepped back, reflexively. Nope. Sorry, it wasn't Choke Your Barricade day today, Scary Purple Dude. Not that Shoot Your Barricade day was his favorite holiday, either.

He was beginning to really hate purple as a color. Even worse? He realized that if he had to be threatened by a purple weirdo, he'd rather it was Shockwave. At least Shockwave didn't talk funny.

"We. As in Decepticons. You know. War, against the filthy Autobots? The mechs who, you know, more or less killed our planet?" Wow. Seriously. How out of the loop did you have to be not to know that?

"And you must have just rolled off the assembly line. Plenty of mechs more pathetic than me."

Wait...that didn't come out right.

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broken_s1lence October 19 2010, 02:00:09 UTC
Boy, it was a good thing Nightbird didn't have a vocalizer. Otherwise she'd be hard-pressed to muffle a laugh at Barricade's remark.

On second thought, perhaps listening in wasn't such a bad idea after all. There was no telling what she could learn, if she was careful.

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greatdestryr October 19 2010, 02:37:35 UTC
So the weakling who loved the shadows was indeed a Decepticon. How could he miss such a vile tongue among his fold? He faintly recalled the personal execution of his fair share of foolish underlings, and believed he had mostly rooted them out. Perhaps he missed this one? Though something just did not seem... no matter.

He had some discipline to administer.

"You dare mock your Lord, solider?" An optic ridge cocked for a mere moment at the sheer indignant bravery of such a vocalizer. Or was it ignorant rambling? While Galvatron was starting to believe it was the latter as he shot forward in sudden rage, a hand extended and aiming for what he believed to be the throat of this foolish mech, he was unsure which he loathed more. "WE SHALL SEE HOW THAT VOCALIZER OF YOURS SPOUTS WHEN I RENDER IT FROM YOUR THROAT, FOOL!"

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halcyonlost October 19 2010, 02:50:55 UTC
All...righty then. Barri-charm was an utter fail. Barricade wasn't so committed to the role--or his dignity--that he'd die for them.

"Uhhh, I'm sorry, my lord? I...," Okay think fast. FASTERRRRRRR. "I didn't recognize you?" Yeah, that was plausible, right? You know, smoke, explosions, mayhem--kind of hard to spot a mech. Better to be though, you know, a bit dim than dead.

"I live to serve you?" He looked around. Okay, no witnesses, right? Frag, where had the flying one gone? "We're on the same side, unlike that mech you were, erm, talking to earlier."

When in danger, find a more attractive target.

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broken_s1lence October 19 2010, 03:03:18 UTC
...oh, that was just wrong. Nightbird couldn't quite articulate how, but it was. Sort of like the diversionary tactics she frequently employed, admittedly, but - wrong nonetheless.

Mental note: put a kunai in this Decepticon's tire sometime soon. Assuming he survived the next five minutes.

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greatdestryr October 19 2010, 04:34:42 UTC
The back of the Galvatron's hand connected to across what he could only guess were the blathering idiot's faceplates, leaning over the mech to bellow into his face. "I KNOW YOU ARE SORRY, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SCRAP! YOUR PITIFUL EXCUSES ARE A DISGRACE TO OUR CAUSE! I HAVE MELTED YOUR COMRADES FOR LESS!" Claws found and dug into collar plates, frantically shaking the unfortunate Decepticon. He ignored the stray drops of oral fluid escaping from his forceful tirade. "THE ONLY SIDE IS AT MY FEET, WORM! NOW BOW." His grip turned downward as he let go, optics flaring brightly in his angry haze.

Though the dark imbecile did have a point.

Optics turned with his helm, nasal plates crinkling as he searched among the wreckage.

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