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| - Armored Dunebuggy Armored Locomotive Cybertronian Racer Motormaster Blue Hovercar Oilsport Traps The racing pit is lined with countless trapdoors and thin ports in the walls for traps to pop out of, poke through, or capture unwary racers. Some of them are obvious, but some of them, the racers will never see coming Armored Locomotive didn't actually do anything this time. NO REALLY STOP LAUGHING! All this interstellar back-and-forth trying to find a lost dinosaur means there's alot of stopovers. And this time, he was in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Maybe Motormaster did some crime and he got blamed for it too. Maybe they just didn't like the way he looked. Maybe some crooked cop was going to give him a parking ticket and saw an opportunity to make some cash by turning him over to the racing authorities. Either way, Astrotrain is NOT a happy camper right now. "YOU BUMS! YOU LOUSY STINKIN BUMS!" He can be heard howling at the top of his voice, even as his large locomotive form comes chugging out onto the track towards the starting positions. "I love a good demolition derby as much as the next fragger but not at the end of a gun. JUST WAIT'LL I GET OUTTA HERE, I'm gonna paste me some stupid smarmy cops!" Motormaster shot a man in Velocitron just to watch 'im die. How was he to know the Speed Planet actually had a somewhat effective police force? They must've bought those zapper things from the Psychology Planet. "Not the same ones who put you in, presumably," Motormaster remarks, eyeing Astrotrain skeptically from the pit. Cybertronian Racer sits on the track waiting for things to get started having been offered a chance to race or spend a cycle or two behind bars. Apparently his defense of only going one way didn't sway the court, while yes he was only heading in one direction on the road it was in fact the wrong way for that lane of traffic. So now here he is lining up to get this over with and go about his business. Fully fueled he checks his tire pressure and lets his engine idle as he glances over the rest of the pack. Spotting a few fellow bots he manages to wiggle a tire in greeting. "Frankly I don't give two hoots one way or the other." Astrotrain snarls under his breath. Under normal circumstances he'd be enjoying a chance to sideswipe some Autobots in a televised race but gosh darned it, it's the PRINCIPAL of the thing! "Just you wait, Imma gonna take the first opening I get..." He finally rumbles to a stop as he pulls up to the starting line, easily towering over the assorted other vehicular forms. "...meantime, I can see I got plenty of places to take out my frustrations!" WHOT "But I was just here to help get supplies and carry them back because that's what I do you know I'm a courier I mean usually I coury I mean carry data but right now we need supplies more so that's what I was here for and I didn't even /mean/ to drop that whatever it was what was it anyway and isn't mandetory death matches a little /extreme/?" Blurr babbles at his usual high-talking speed. Finally, he sighs. "Well, death races are still races and races are something nobody's better than me at so how bad can it be?" Motormaster looks back at the other car wiggling its tire in greeting. "At any rate, Astrotrain, it's a chance for us to prove our superiority," Motormaster chortles, swaggering to the starting line. Motormaster slams his great mass to the ground, converting into a big black cabover semi. Tracks has arrived. The Autobots were on Racing Planet to get road supplies. Which was boring the everloving frag out of Sandstorm. So he went out to try some of these supposed superior road constructions for himself... Naturally, this meant some rather hazardous looking 'stunt driving' to do so. Apparently some cop thought he was a drunk driver, and a while later when the Wrecker had stopped by a local bar to get a drink, tried to bust him for it. Maybe it was because he had the notorious reputation of Wreckers preceding him, or maybe the cop just needed to make his quota for the solar cycle. Either way, the Law did not want to listen to 'excuses' and tried to arrest him. The resulting bar brawl was AWESOME!... shame it all happened off-screen because the animators had to save budget for the actual race. The sad part was, even as he was shoved out onto the track by more pit workers than it should take, he was loving every moment of it. "Finally, this mission gets -exciting-!" Once turned loose he revs his engine and pulls up to the starting line, taking a quick look up and down at the compatition as it were, spotting the two bulkier forms down the lineup. "Ahahaha! Somehow I ain't surprised to see you two lugnuts ending up in punishment race!" Race: Blue Hovercar joins the race. Race: Cybertronian Racer joins the race. Race: Armored Dunebuggy joins the race. Race: Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 joins the race. Race: Lamborghini Gallardo joins the race. Race: Armored Locomotive joins the race. Race: Kenworth K100 Aerodyne joins the race. Lamborghini Gallardo protests, furious and indignant, "I wasn't impersonating an officer of the law! I just turn into this naturally! Straxus, how can you even read Italian, anyway!?" Her engine turns over loudly, rumbling irritably. At least there are some Autobots about to smash. That helps mollify her wounded pride. Some sleazy-looking pit crew, aliens of questionable origins in grease-stained Diasy Dukes attempt to apply mode locks to the Cybertronians to keep them in whatever their racing mode is. The announcer, who appears to be none other than reigning pit champion, Rorza the Rocket-cycle Racer from Rigel III, clad in his signature spikey purple armour. He sniffs, from behind his armoured box, "What a sorry looking bunch of fools there are today! Ah well. better get this travesty started." He pulls out the starting pistol, whips it around, and clocks his aide, who falls down in pain, clutching his head. "And they're off!" Combat: Kenworth K100 Aerodyne sets his defense level to Neutral. "Well of COURSE you'd wind up getting us stuffed into this glorified oilsport, Sandstorm. I was -trying- to network" Tracks rumbles from behind the starting line. As two pit crew roughly detach the boots from his rocket-assist packs, he deploys wings, several telling scuffs around his wheelwells suggesting earlier 'adventures' -- only to have a different lock clonked onto his frame. "This makes me look MATRONLY! Sandstorm, Are you paying attention to me? This entire situation -concerns- me." And then the flag goes up, and Tracks (attempts) to get up, and get out of town. Combat: Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 sets his defense level to Aggressive. Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings... ============================[ Racetrack Attack! ]============================= Racer Pos Lap Defense-Level ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Armored Dunebuggy 4 0 NEUTRAL -- Kenworth K100 Aerodyne Lamborghini Gallardo 11 0 NEUTRAL -- + Racer within ramming distance -> You! =========================[ Sorted by Track Position ]========================= Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes Armored Dunebuggy with its Methods of Mayhem You Cannot Contain Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps misses Kenworth K100 Aerodyne with its Methods of Mayhem You Cannot Contain Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes Cybertronian Racer with its Methods of Mayhem You Cannot Contain Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps misses Lamborghini Gallardo with its Methods of Mayhem You Cannot Contain Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps (Oilsport Traps) used "Methods of Mayhem You Cannot Contain": A Level 1 AREA-RANGED attack. Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes Armored Locomotive with its Methods of Mayhem You Cannot Contain Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps misses Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 with its Methods of Mayhem You Cannot Contain Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps misses Blue Hovercar with its Methods of Mayhem You Cannot Contain Area attack! The pit traps show their claws as the racers leave the starting line, buzzsaws swinging out, spiked pits opening up in the floor, barbed darts shooting out from the sides of the walls, and much, much more and much, much worse. Rorza yawns and asks, "When do we get to the acid? The acid's fun." Blue Hovercar zooms ahead at a pace that's almost leisurely... for him. Which, of course, puts him in the lead, up until everything goes nuts, that is! "Hey hey hey stop that cut it out quit it I said /stop/!" he complains, jerking and jinking and slipping past every buzzsaw, razor thorn, and spiked pit thrown in his way. "I don't think these people are playing fair! I know fair and this isn't it this is just the /opposite/ of fair I'd say it's even /unfair/!" Lamborghini Gallardo suffers the indignity of having a mode-lock slapped on her and Rorza's arrogant attitude. Little creep hiding up in a bulletproof box. He'll rue crossing the Decepticons, all right! The rocket-engines that Carjack accidentally made accessible in her Gallardo form pop out when the start is called, and she's off. Are those regulation? No. Will they do jetslag for catching up with some of those Autobots? No. Are they more fun than she excepted to use? Smelt yes. She looks around at where she's ended up in the pack. Blurr's way ahead - maybe she can clip him when he inevitably circles around to try to lap. The other Autobot car and Astrotrain are right near her, and Tracks is just a bit ahead. She swerves, hard, to avoid some caltrops that burst forth from a pipe, horn honking in annoyance. "Hah! This just might get interesting!" What would be really interesting, though, she thinks is if that pretty, pretty little blue Corvette and the other Autobot suffered more than just some trap attempts. She opens up another second set of panels and pops out her machine guns, targeting one at one Autobot and one at the other. Combat: Lamborghini Gallardo sets her defense level to Fearless. Kenworth K100 Aerodyne puffs silvery blue diesel fumes from his stacks as he revs his engine and drops it into gear, slowly accelerating off the line. Buzzsaws and darts plink off of his armored trailer without leaving more than a scratch. He grumbles wordlessly, sounding almost disappointed. But ah, what's this? Sandstorm is coming up alongside him? Motormaster keeps it in a low gear and swerves, trying to grind Sandstorm into the wall of the track! Combat: Lamborghini Gallardo strikes Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 with her FN Minimi 5.56mm Light Machine Guns Area attack! Combat: Lamborghini Gallardo strikes Cybertronian Racer with her FN Minimi 5.56mm Light Machine Guns Area attack! Combat: Kenworth K100 Aerodyne sets his defense level to Aggressive. Combat: Kenworth K100 Aerodyne strikes Armored Dunebuggy with his Sidegrinder attack! [Pulled -5] Armored Locomotive hasn't really got anything to fear from buzzsaws or tire shredders or anything of the like. It's not like they really do any damage to him or his big metal wheels. Though they do get jammed up in his workings and slow him down in the process, as he bobs and weaves from side to side, smashing them apart under his passage as he goes by. "Razzin frazzin, stupid annoying obstacles! Those cops...them race officials. Oooogh I'm gonna crush em good!" And of course, he focuses on looking for a target to take out his frustrations on. And oh look, Tracks is right ahead of him! And even though he's already been tagged by Contrail, the big locomotive puts on a burst of acceleration, rocket boosters bringing him rumbling up behind the Autobot as he tries to oh so liesurely crunch Tracks' rear bumper with his ram prow. As the signal to go is given Sonicboom hits the gas his tires squealing until they finally grip and he takes off down the track. Thinking it best to see what this death race has in store he tries to stick with the pack for now instead of hauling aft. Weaving back and forth to warm his tires up a bit in an effort to increase some grip. "Pedal to the metal time!" As things begin and some distance is covered he glances from side to side spotting nothing but Cons and lets out a sigh. Attention off the road he slams headfirst into a barricade that pops up in his path. Forced to a dead stop he checks his drive systems and starts backing up to free himself from the obstacle. "Figures I go and hit the first darn thing they throw at me. Head in the game Sonic! Alrighty lets roll..around this stupid wall." Still in reverse and focus still not on what he's doing he gets peppered by gun fire and blows a rear tire. "Hey! I got your plate number, just you wait." Self-sealing his blown radial he starts to inflate so he can try to get himself some ground covered. Combat: Armored Locomotive strikes Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 with his A wee little nudge! attack! [Pulled -5] Combat: That attack has temporarily impaired Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 's Agility. (Crippled) Armored Dunebuggy just laughs a bit at Tracks. "Why are you acting like this is a -bad- thing? These races are -awesome-! Especially the explosions.. though exploding might not be so pleasant in the end.." He's busy enough rambling that he almost misses the starting signal. Tires squeal and smoke fumes as he punchs the gas... and gets no where as a trap abruptly pops up -behind- him and spews out some oil under his back tires, preventing him from getting a clean start. Instead after a bit of spinout-ing he finally veers off the starting line, only to get mushed towards the wall by the larger Stunticon, sparks flying as their sides grind together. "As much as I appreciate a tight squeeze, Motohead, you really ain't my type." But as they come up against the actual wall he abruptly hits the brakes, popping out behind Motormaster in hopes the truck will just smash himself into the wall for him. Combat: Armored Dunebuggy sets his defense level to Aggressive. Combat: Armored Dunebuggy strikes Kenworth K100 Aerodyne with his No Wrecker Sandwhich for You! (Kick) attack! "Oh Primus buzzsaws?!" Tracks exclaims as the race track morphs into an open-air chop shop! He fishtails mightily, applying bursts from his jet packs to assist his swerving. So focused on his fancy steering work, and outright racing, that he doesn't buy into the whole demolition derby aspect. Yet. Contrail's well-placed bullets cause Tracks's left rear wheel to blow out, jerking him hard into Astrotrain's path. The Decepticon locomtive's cowcatcher CRUNCHES into the curvy bulge of his front quarter panel, and it's with an "Oh dear MATRIX!" that the car is flung to the side. "Should have gotten the runflats," he mutters, before wrenching up his parking brake and whipping around to accelerate head-on toward Contrail, weapons blazing. Combat: Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 strikes Lamborghini Gallardo with his PEW PEW! (Laser) attack! Combat: Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 (Tracks) used "Laser": A Level 2 RANGED attack. Race: You have been hit by Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 . Your movement rate will be zero next turn. Combat: You took 9 damage. Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings... ============================[ Racetrack Attack! ]============================= Racer Pos Lap Defense-Level ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Armored Dunebuggy 4 0 AGGRESSIVE -- Kenworth K100 Aerodyne Lamborghini Gallardo 2 1 NEUTRAL -- + Racer within ramming distance -> You! ===========================[ Sorted by Leadership ]=========================== Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes Armored Dunebuggy with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps misses Kenworth K100 Aerodyne with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes Cybertronian Racer with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: Cybertronian Racer has been temporarily incapacitated. Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes Lamborghini Gallardo with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps (Oilsport Traps) used "Bewildering Array of Traps": A Level 1 AREA-RANGED attack. Race: You have been hit by Oilsport Traps. Your movement rate will be zero next turn. Combat: You took 4 damage. Combat: You can't seem to think straight... Combat: Oilsport Traps misses Armored Locomotive with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps misses Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes Blue Hovercar with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: That attack has temporarily affected Blue Hovercar 's Accuracy. (Blinded) Rorza wanted acid, and whatever Rorza wants, Rorza gets! Except some of this acid is more the kind that kind that causes really weird hallucinations, but there's armour-eating, acid, too, and bright lights like a disco and rope-tracks to catch up unwary wheels. Rorza hnns, "That's better. That /blue one/ didn't dodge this time. And no one dodges forever in the pits. No one." Breakdown has arrived. Blue Hovercar completes one lap, further increasing the distance between him and any persuit... that is, until, while attempting to junk around a buzzsaw, past a laser, over a pit (really, he just ignores pits and any of the tire-destroying traps - he's kind of cheating that way), and under a large pendulum, he's splashed by a glob of acid. "Ow ow ow ow I'm hit I'm hit I'm hit I'm hit!" he exclaims, swerving to try to avoid further traps. This sends him sliding directly into the track's side. Cybertronian Racer no sooner fixes his rear tire and starts rolling along when the next stage of automotive assaults begins. Not even close to moving at speed he's forced to swerve to avoid a spike pit that opens only to brush up against the wall. The impact force is all that was needed to do in the tire on the other side, which was barely intact after the gunfire that shot through it. "Again?? What do you people have against tires?! I hate you all!" Back to work fixing his wheels his advance comes to a stop. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Cybertronian Racer has 'skipped' his action for this round. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Blue Hovercar has 'skipped' his action for this round. Armored Dunebuggy may of gotten the better of Motormaster, but stopping leaves him wide open to get hosed by one of the chemical sprays. "Oh for the love of!" He revs and tries to get going again. "okay, this has gone from interesting to annoying..." Not one to back down from a challenge though, he actually slows a bit to try and catch sight of the traps before they catch him next time. Combat: Armored Dunebuggy sets his defense level to Protected. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Armored Dunebuggy has 'skipped' his action for this round. Sparks fly as Motormaster carries through Sandstorm's previous position and rebounds off of the barrier, losing speed in the process. He slows down and drives more cautiously through the traps. "This is ALREADY going worse than I would like. I think it's time... to STACK the DECK!" The rear doors of his trailer slam open and a ramp clangs down... Combat: Kenworth K100 Aerodyne sets his defense level to Protected. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Kenworth K100 Aerodyne has 'skipped' his action for this round. Armored Locomotive weebles and wobbles a bit to get back on course again. It's not easy when your wheels don't really turn, and you have to kind of aim yourself by locking them up tightly on one side or the other. Nonetheless he manages to get himself pointed the right direction down the track again, and with a dull *WHUD* sound, his rocket boosters ignite once more. The huge train accelerates down the track at full speed as he throws all caution to the wind! Combat: Armored Locomotive sets his defense level to Fearless. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Armored Locomotive has 'skipped' his action for this round. After being corralled off to the side by the pit crews, Tracks has a few panels beaten in for no good reason by the crew after they set him back upright on the track. "My aerial!" he calls out in dismay as one of the techs run off with his jaunty radio antenna. "Animals!" he spits out in a plume of blue-grey smoke as he sets back on the track. He bounces up into the air a few times in short skips and hops as the ground opens up with menacing spikes, bobbing up into the air over gobs of acid otherwise intended for his alloy wheels. "This rush hour is to DIE for!" The Global Pose Tracker marks that Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 has 'skipped' his action for this round. Race: Breakdown joins the race. Lamborghini Gallardo is blasted by one of Tracks's lasers, and no sooner is she trying to get back in the game than is she hit by some strange kind of dart. She can't seem to think straight at all! Contrails drives like she's drunk, and some of the audience jeer, and there are murmurs that perhaps they can toss her into the pits again for the next race on charges of drunk driving. ...and out the back of Motormaster's trailer, there appears BREAKDOWN! "I might not win the r-race," Breakdown says as he rolls out the back, and is soon pulling up alongside Motormaster. "But all I have to do is make sure you Autobots DON'T!" Then he guns his engines, trying to pull ahead of his commander and pursue any Autobots that are ahead of him on the track! Combat: Lamborghini Gallardo sets her defense level to Protected. Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings... ============================[ Racetrack Attack! ]============================= Racer Pos Lap Defense-Level ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Armored Dunebuggy 4 0 PROTECTED -- Breakdown 4 0 NEUTRAL -- +Cybertronian Racer Lamborghini Gallardo 2 1 NEUTRAL -- + Racer within ramming distance -> You! ===========================[ Sorted by Leadership ]=========================== For now, there is an uneasy calm. The traps lay quiescent. Rorza idly shines one of his spikes, noting, "What a miserable bunch. They wouldn't last a moment in the Murder Pits of Derut Four." However, even without the track trying to kill them, what about the other racers? Blue Hovercar finally gets rolling again, except that he doesn't actually roll because he doesn't have tires, and once more begins zipping along the track. He's still in the lead, he notices, but it looks like Astrotrain is coming up from behind. Uh-oh! Meanwhile, he's going to have to make it past Sandstorm and Breakdown ahead of him. Sandstorm, he's not so worried about, but Breakdown - that's another matter. He starts to slow down, moving a bit more cautiously until he can get out of the range of the Stunticon. Combat: Blue Hovercar sets his defense level to Guarded. Breakdown throws himself down to the ground, transforming into a white Lamborghini! Armored Locomotive actually pulls out to a point that he has a brief, quiet lull in the race, Figuratively speaking of course amidst the roar of the crowd and the crunch of metal on metal in the distance, not to mention all the engine noises mixed with the steady chug chug chugging of his own form. Easing back on the figurative throttle, he settles into a more relaxed pace as his sensors pan about, probing the area for any sort of weakness or escape route. If could just transform it would be child's play to just blast off out of here and straight into space. But of course those damned authorities slapped one of those inhibitors on him earlier when he was putting up a ruckus. Nonetheless, he spots Rorza in the stands, noting how he watches the race, even if he can't hear his commentary. And quickly files away -that- information for later. Combat: Armored Locomotive sets his defense level to Neutral. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Armored Locomotive has 'skipped' his action for this round. White Lamborghini certainly notices Blurr coming up behind him, so he slows down a bit so he can get a better shot. "I like this race," Breakdown says, "No rules, no mercy! We Stunticons should make this planet ours! Uh... what do you think of that, Motormaster?" Even as he asks, his Plasma Blaster materializes onto his chassis, and swivels around to aim at Blurr before it fires a single blast at him! Bumblebee has arrived. Combat: White Lamborghini strikes Blue Hovercar with his Plasma-Energy Blaster attack! [Pulled -2] Race: Volkswagen Beetle joins the race. Lamborghini Gallardo is getting nowhere, but at least her vision has cleared enough that she thinks she can see and drive straight. And drive she does! She throttles the rich/lean ration on those rocket boosters, trying for some extra speed, but in these races, it's not the first one to pass the finish line who wins. It's the last one to die. Combat: Lamborghini Gallardo sets her defense level to Fearless. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Lamborghini Gallardo has 'skipped' her action for this round. Tire fixed and traps dormant for the moment Sonicboom lets out a slight 'woot' as he slams down on the gas. As tires grip he decides that perhaps taking things slow would be better for his health, of course Sonic never has been all that good at taking the safer approach when it comes to driving. Waiting until he gets up to road speed he engages his thrusters for some added boost. "Now this is what I'm talking about!" Now where luck is concerend Sonicboom tends to have only the bad kind when on the road so far so he fully expects this wild dash down the straight away to end horribly, but he does it all the same. Armored Dunebuggy is not having the best efforts of the race. He's already been smashed, bashed, sprayed and who knows what else. He -was- going to try and keep going to get back into the actual race. Until he sees Motormaster turn loose a dirty trick of his own... that promptly turns out and opens fire on Blurr coming up behind them. "Even if this IS dirty racing, that's downright dastardly!" Alas he's only got some small hidden weaponry in this mode, but a couple of lasers pop out of his running boards and fire back at the Stunticon. "Screw the racin', time to make this like a Mad Max flick!" ... Someone's been watching old movies with the Junkions too much. Combat: Armored Dunebuggy sets his defense level to Neutral. Kenworth K100 Aerodyne lays on the acceleration again as soon as Breakdown is delivered onto the track, closing in on Sonicboom from behind! This guy literally cannot catch a break- if it isn't the track itself then it's Decepticons. Combat: Kenworth K100 Aerodyne sets his defense level to Aggressive. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Cybertronian Racer has 'skipped' his action for this round. As the deluge of traps subsides, Tracks certainly does take the time to focus more on driving, building up blistering speed on the straightaways, going into curves fast, and coming out of them faster. "Almost there, and that's the first lap... and... where are the exits?! We are going to have FLY out of here if we aren't reduced to car patties by the end of this!!" Combat: Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 sets his defense level to Guarded. Cybertronian Racer swears up a storm as his boosters sputter and one flares out before giving him the desired boost to send him on his merry way. Checking his systems and idiot lights he happens to glance at his rearview scanner seconds before it is reduced to scrap by the large semi slamming into his fiberglass strength frame. Upon impact parts buckle as the rear axle cracks clean in two sending his newly fixed tires sailing off in opposite directions. Sent spinning along the track, sparks accompanying him, Sonicboom can be heard mutter and cursing between the 'Ows'. Fate has dealt him a cruel hand this day it seems. Unmoving he waits for a clearing crew to come drag him to the pit area. A minor commotion breaks out above the track itself, three guards struggling with.. a yellow dwarf? "Unhand me, I've done nothing wrong! Unless you count breaking that lense thing, but that wasn't my fault.. I think." Nope, looks like it's Bumblebee again. Everyone's favorite half-pint! The ruffians toss him into the pit, dusting their hands off and closing the gate. The aforementioned Autobot lands on the ground with a *HFF*, rubbing his head. All of a sudden, Autobot and Decepticon cars go racing past. "Hey, is this a race? Watch out people, here comes the Bee!!" he exclaims, transforming and speeding off in a hurry to catch up. Kenworth K100 Aerodyne slams into Sonicboom, roaring with cold, triumphant laughter. "Breakdown, this planet IS ours! We were MADE for this sport! The natives simply don't KNOW it yet." The Global Pose Tracker marks that Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 has 'skipped' his action for this round. Combat: Volkswagen Beetle sets his defense level to Neutral. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Volkswagen Beetle has 'skipped' his action for this round. Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings... ============================[ Racetrack Attack! ]============================= Racer Pos Lap Defense-Level ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Volkswagen Beetle 4 0 NEUTRAL -- Armored Dunebuggy 5 0 NEUTRAL -- White Lamborghini 7 0 NEUTRAL -- Cybertronian Racer Lamborghini Gallardo 2 1 GUARDED -- Flame Decorated Blue Corvette 3 1 GUARDED -- Armored Locomotive You! ===========================[ Sorted by Leadership ]=========================== The calm was too good to last. The traps come out again in force: glass gas, zero degree molecules, vision-distorting electron packets, gyro-shaking magnetics, electric stunners, and hypnotic infrasound. Rorza yawns and comments to his aide, who has warily gotten up, "This blows. My grandma was a more brutal racer. Still miss those cookies she used to bake out of the losers, but like frak was I going to let her beat me. Y'wanna catch motorball when this is done?" Combat: Oilsport Traps sets its defense level to Protected. Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes Armored Dunebuggy with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: That attack has temporarily affected Armored Dunebuggy 's Accuracy. (Blinded) Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes Kenworth K100 Aerodyne with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes Cybertronian Racer with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: Cybertronian Racer has been temporarily incapacitated. Combat: Oilsport Traps misses Lamborghini Gallardo with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps (Oilsport Traps) used "Bewildering Array of Traps": A Level 1 AREA-RANGED attack. Combat: Oilsport Traps misses Armored Locomotive with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps misses Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps misses Blue Hovercar with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps misses Volkswagen Beetle with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes White Lamborghini with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: White Lamborghini has been temporarily incapacitated. White Lamborghini is initially pleased as hell that Sandstorm's return fire missed. "Haha, you'll have to do better than that to get the best of the Stunti--AAHHH what the!?" Breakdown's boasting is interrupted by a spray of oil across his chassis, which obscures his optical sensors (which are hidden behind his headlights, natch). Then he blindly drives past a flamethrower, which causes the oil to catch on fire. And to top it all off, he's sent spinning around the track by the magnetic traps! "WHAT THE FRAG IS GOING ON!?!" Blue Hovercar knew the Stunticon was there. He /knew/ it, but with plasma fire going /everywhere/, even he is hit. He slides into the wall again, at which point first Astrotrain and then Tracks pass him. "I've been passed *I'VE* been *PASSED*?!? This is horrible this is an OUTRAGE I demand a RECOUNT this will not stand how DARE you!" the Speedster shouts angrily. "That is you people want fast you haven't /seen/ fast yet but you're going to see it now!" and then he pours on the speed. Combat: Blue Hovercar sets his defense level to Fearless. Kenworth K100 Aerodyne drives through a cloud of glass gas, thinking it's just exhaust, but he learns too late what a danger it really poses as it eats away at his specially hardened blaster-reflective rain-defeating paint! "This track is more dangerous than the Autobots! What a wonderfully treacherous deathtrap they've built. We should build our own and force the Autobots to suffer in it for our amusement!" he muses, slowing down to maneuver away from the rest of the gas. Combat: Kenworth K100 Aerodyne sets his defense level to Protected. Cybertronian Racer hadn't even made it back to the pits when the traps reengage much to the horror of the crew clearing him off the track, as an an electro-scrambler pops out and opens fire. Mistaking the slow moving rig for a racer it has little trouble reducing the tow vehicle to scrap. Unfortunately Sonicboom was on the flatbed and when the truck gets incinerated he's flung back across the track like a leaf on the wind. Bouncing and rolling parts and pieces go flying off in every direction until he hits the far wall and falls back onto the roadway. Damaged to the point of not even looking like a road vehicle of any kind he drifts in and out of consciousness stranded in the middle of a lane with no road crew willing to risk trying to drag him off. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Kenworth K100 Aerodyne has 'skipped' his action for this round. Armored Locomotive has nothing but disdain for these traps and their puny attempts to stop him. DISDAIN! Gass is all but 'snorted' out of the way as he puffs out a huge cloud of steam all around him as he thunders down the track, hypnotic infrasound drowned out by a shrill blast of his horn, and he's just too plain awesome for zero-degree molecules or other sciency gobbledygook! Or at least that's what he'd tell you. Maybe he's just really lucky, or maybe that huge armored shell of his train mode really is alot more protective than one might realize sometimes. "Boring eh? I'll give ya something boring...soon enough!" he snarls under his breath, biding his time. Soon. Soooon. Deciding that he may as well risk ALL OR NOTHING, he hits his rocket boosters once more with a deafening *BWOOOOOM!* hitting full speed as he...well, rockets down the track! Combat: Armored Locomotive sets his defense level to Fearless. Lamborghini Gallardo 's rocket boosters drown out the sound of those hypnotic infrasound as she motors down the track. Astrotrain seems to be having a snit over something, and she can't understand why. She got him humiliating pictures of Thunderwing! Trains are so hard to understand. She's stuck out in no man's land, with just traps to keep her company, stunner to the left, glass gas to the right, so she just keeps on going. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Lamborghini Gallardo has 'skipped' her action for this round. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Armored Locomotive has 'skipped' his action for this round. Volkswagen Beetle swerves to avoid the gass, going up on two wheels and navigating a turn all the while. Half luck, half skill.. the minibot manages to pull of the manuever without much loss to his velocity. Is Lindsy Lohan driving him?? Combat: Volkswagen Beetle sets his defense level to Fearless. Lindsy Lohan knows no fear! "Get with the program, honey, flying is all the rage, especially in THIS kind of pothole country!" Tracks teases the Autobot speedster very briefly, before the vortex wake of Astrotrain's tremendous mass and speed sends him barrel-rolling. He clips one of the railings, spinning hard but regaining his bearings, intent on chasing down the triplechanger. Combat: Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 sets his defense level to Aggressive. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 has 'skipped' his action for this round. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Blue Hovercar has 'skipped' his action for this round. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Volkswagen Beetle has 'skipped' his action for this round. Kenworth K100 Aerodyne , on the other hand, is being driven by Joan Jett. Or maybe Bif Naked. He comes out of the other side of the gas cloud and starts gearing back up, smashing a camera on a boom with his cabover as he accelerates after the competition. AKA 'targets.' The Global Pose Tracker marks that Cybertronian Racer has 'skipped' his action for this round. "Whoa!" The dunebuggy veers to the side as a chain of gas vents open up in the ground, barely avoiding getting sprayed. "Who stole Cliffjumper's stuff?!" Veers the other way as globs of freezing stuff is flung out of ports. "Careful Bee!" He shouts to the minibot coming up behind him. "These traps don't discriminate!" And then he has to pull sharply aside as Astrotrain's rocket propelled form comes barrel past them... unfortunately one of his wheels catchs a spike and sends him spinning right into the disoriently electromagnetics. "Gaaah! Slag it.. these races are suppose to have explosions, so lets see some explosions!" As he wheels around several small spherical forms release from where they were hidden under his chassis, rolling away from him and the Autobots behind him. The abruptly they beep loudly as little boosters fire just long enough to fling each of them towards the crazy train and stunticon in front of him. Combat: Armored Dunebuggy sets his defense level to Fearless. Combat: Armored Dunebuggy strikes Armored Locomotive with Proximity Mine's Small Explosion #10177 Area attack! Combat: Armored Dunebuggy 's Proximity Mine is destroyed! Combat: That attack has temporarily impaired Armored Locomotive 's Agility. (Crippled) Combat: Armored Dunebuggy strikes White Lamborghini with Proximity Mine's Small Explosion #10177 Area attack! Combat: That attack has temporarily impaired White Lamborghini 's Agility. (Crippled) Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings... ============================[ Racetrack Attack! ]============================= Racer Pos Lap Defense-Level ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Armored Dunebuggy 5 0 FEARLESS -- White Lamborghini 7 0 NEUTRAL -- Cybertronian Racer 12 0 FEARLESS -- ->Lamborghini Gallardo 13 1 FEARLESS -- + Racer within ramming distance -> You! ===========================[ Sorted by Leadership ]=========================== Rorza actually laughs when Sandstorm cracks out that mine, "Oh, mines! That re/mines/ me..." Turns out the track is mined, too, and there's a beeping noise as the explosives under the track arm themselves. Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes Armored Dunebuggy with its Methods of Mayhem You Cannot Contain Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes Kenworth K100 Aerodyne with its Methods of Mayhem You Cannot Contain Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes Cybertronian Racer with its Methods of Mayhem You Cannot Contain Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps misses Lamborghini Gallardo with its Methods of Mayhem You Cannot Contain Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps (Oilsport Traps) used "Methods of Mayhem You Cannot Contain": A Level 1 AREA-RANGED attack. Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes Armored Locomotive with its Methods of Mayhem You Cannot Contain Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps misses Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 with its Methods of Mayhem You Cannot Contain Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes Blue Hovercar with its Methods of Mayhem You Cannot Contain Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps misses Volkswagen Beetle with its Methods of Mayhem You Cannot Contain Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes White Lamborghini with its Methods of Mayhem You Cannot Contain Area attack! Blue Hovercar once more takes the lead! ... And he pays for it as explosions rock his his undercarriage, sending him spiraling into the track floor ... which causes /another/ explosion! At least this time when he hits, however, nothing else goes up in smoke. "Ow ow ow ow ow you know I'm really starting to /hate/ this place and I never thought I'd say something like that about a racing planet but I am now!" He struggles to right himself, but given the nature of the track, decides he'd best still watch his surroundings carefully... especially with Motormaster not too far behind him! Combat: Blue Hovercar sets his defense level to Aggressive. Armored Locomotive is suddenly enveloped in an explosion at his back end, and once more he starts to fishtail crazily from side to side, steel wheels tearing up huge grooves in the track as he goes. He just manages to right himself, when more explosions ripple along his chassis, though these ones barely do anything to him in the process, his armor soaking up the blasts with ridiculous ease. "Unfh! Well it was worth a shot..." But then he spots that Blurr didn't escape the hazards of the track unscathed either! "HAH! take that, ya little runt! I was all worked up I was almost forgettin to have a lil fun while I was at it. Speakin of which..." With that, the huge locomotive suddenly locks up all wheels in a shower of sparks, then releases the brakes on one side, causing him to VEER sharply to the right. "HEY SANDY BOY! Think I forgot about ya!? Allow me to escort ya to where poser triplechanger wannabes belong!" There's no fanciness to it. Nothing elegant, it's just straight down and out brutality as Astrotrain literally attempts to use his greater size and armored form to quite literally crush Sandstorm mercilessly against the wall of the track. This...COULD be messy. Combat: Armored Locomotive misses Armored Dunebuggy with his Between a Train and a Hard Place attack! Bang! A mine detonates under one of Motormaster's wheels, shredding the tire; the belted radial peels off of the wheel and is slung off to the side in big rubbery strips. But he doesn't care, he has seventeen more where that came from. He's got a better target in sight. The lead Autobot is RIGHT THERE. It's just a matter of swerving over and slamming him into a spike pit or the wall or the stands or something before he can squirt through the gap and zip away around the track again! The Global Pose Tracker marks that Blue Hovercar has 'skipped' his action for this round. Combat: Kenworth K100 Aerodyne sets his defense level to Fearless. Combat: Blue Hovercar expertly evades Kenworth K100 Aerodyne 's attack! Combat: Kenworth K100 Aerodyne misses Blue Hovercar with his King of the Road attack! White Lamborghini spins around and around the track, unable to see or correct his course right into the path of Sandstorm's mines, and is sent hurtling up into the air from the blasts! "You son of a glitch!" Breakdown wails at Sandstorm as he somehow manages to land on his tires. Now that the oil's all been burned and blasted away, Breakdown can see clearly again. More importantly, he can see Sandstorm, and for a moment, Breakdown considers slamming into him... but then he gets a really nasty idea once he spots Sonicboom's wreck. "Y-you like kicking people when they're down, huh, Sandstorm? Well, let's see how you like it when I do it to your BUDDY! AHHHHHH!" And Breakdown tears off right after Sonicboom, intent on smashing him into pieces! Combat: White Lamborghini sets his defense level to Fearless. Combat: White Lamborghini strikes Cybertronian Racer with his Crash attack! Combat: Cybertronian Racer falls to the ground, unconscious. "Remine? Come on now, that wasn't even clever!" Bumblebee shouts out, taking another sharp dip.. before an explosion interrupts his path to victory. "Look out Blurr, here I come!" The exhaust from the Volkswagen Beetle spits out more noxious fumes, hopefully this planet doesn't have a Al Gore counterpart. "That's right baby, maximum speed attained!" Bumblebee accelerates to 68 MPH and counting. Look out! The Global Pose Tracker marks that Volkswagen Beetle has 'skipped' his action for this round. Fate can be a cruel mistress and at the moment she's bludgeoning Sonicboom with a big gnarly stick. Stranded out alone in the far lane with no rear tires and the rest of his frame looking like he never had or needed tires he's planted directly above a proximity mine when it activates and detonates. Flung up he crashes back to the track just in time to get meet the front bumper of another Stunticon. Intent become action as Breakdown slams into the battered racer sending what few parts remain all about the track. With more of his body scattered about the roadway than in the bulk of the body frame Sonicboom is finally hauled off the road by a quick thinking pit worker who uses a crane to fish him off the track. Race: Cybertronian Racer leaves the race. Tires squealing, fenders colliding, and metal rending greet Tracks's audials. "How dreadful, this is no proper race!" he objects. "Mirage would know how to have a proper race, if I could ever find him." Tracks continues to weave and sometimes leap into the air to avoid obstacles, leaning hard into the turns of the track. "We'll ALL wind up like Sonicboom if these monsters had their druthers," he murmurs, pouring on the speed just to survive! Combat: Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 sets his defense level to Fearless. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 has 'skipped' his action for this round. Armored Dunebuggy cackles a bit too gleefully for someone in middle of a race'o'doom as both mines hit their marks. It'll slow the Cons down a little, hopefully, giving one of the faster 'bots a better chance. It also got the attention of a very pissed off locomotive, which believe it or not was part of the plan. "Come and get me!" he shouts back at Astrotrain even as the massive purple form is bearing down towards him, watching the mines starting going off on the road. Just as it looks like he's about to be hit, he punchs the gas and darts foward, swerving to INTENTIONALLY HIT one of the mines. The blast goes off, catching his rear end, and flipping the Wrecker spoiler over bumper into the air. "Yeeehah!" And right out of the path of Astrotrain trying to squoosh him, taking the option of the weaker blast than getting crunched like a can. After the flip he hits the ground with a jarring bounce that knocks bits and pieces loose from his trashed form, smoke trailing behind him as he starts spinning again. And living up to his namesake, the smoke mixing with the sand blasted out of his exhausts as he tries to farther hinder the Decepticons and keep their attention on him. Combat: Armored Dunebuggy strikes Armored Locomotive with his Sandstorm Area attack! Combat: That attack has temporarily affected Armored Locomotive 's Accuracy. (Blinded) Combat: Armored Dunebuggy strikes White Lamborghini with his Sandstorm Area attack! Combat: That attack has temporarily affected White Lamborghini 's Accuracy. (Blinded) Combat: Armored Dunebuggy strikes Lamborghini Gallardo with his Sandstorm Area attack! Combat: Armored Dunebuggy (Sandstorm) used "Sandstorm": A Level 1 AREA-RANGED attack. Race: You have been hit by Armored Dunebuggy . Your movement rate will be zero next turn. Combat: You took 5 damage. Combat: That attack has temporarily affected Lamborghini Gallardo 's Accuracy. (Blinded) Lamborghini Gallardo gets the paint stripped right off her by the Wrecker putting the wreck back into the pits. She pops out one of her machineguns and swivels it after Sandstorm, but her headlights really took an abrading from the sand, so she is finding it rather hard to focus and see. This might not be as good an idea as she thinks it is... Combat: Lamborghini Gallardo 's FN Minimi 5.56mm Light Machine Guns attack on Armored Dunebuggy goes wild! Combat: Lamborghini Gallardo strikes herself with her FN Minimi 5.56mm Light Machine Guns attack! Combat: You took 7 damage. ...that definitely wasn't as good an idea as Contrail was thinking, as she somehow manages to drive into her own line of fire. She's mostly bullet-proofed, but ow, those bullets sting! Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings... ============================[ Racetrack Attack! ]============================= Racer Pos Lap Defense-Level ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Armored Dunebuggy 5 0 FEARLESS -- White Lamborghini 7 0 FEARLESS -- Kenworth K100 Aerodyne 18 0 FEARLESS -- ->Lamborghini Gallardo 13 1 EVADE -- Flame Decorated Blue Corvette 0 2 FEARLESS -- + Racer within ramming distance -> You! ===========================[ Sorted by Leadership ]=========================== The crowd roars in delight when Sonicboom goes down in a blaze of glory, and the bookies furiously scramble to keep up with the adjustments needed to their betting spreads. It's been way, way too long since they've seen a knockout in the pits, and make no mistakes, this crowd is starving for more or perhaps just starving for some panda on bamboo skewers with a side of benzene cotton candy. But mostly /car/nage. Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes Armored Dunebuggy with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes Kenworth K100 Aerodyne with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: That attack has temporarily impaired Kenworth K100 Aerodyne 's Agility. (Crippled) Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes Lamborghini Gallardo with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps (Oilsport Traps) used "Bewildering Array of Traps": A Level 1 AREA-RANGED attack. Combat: You took 6 damage. Combat: That attack has temporarily impaired Lamborghini Gallardo 's Agility. (Crippled) Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes Armored Locomotive with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: That attack has temporarily affected Armored Locomotive 's Accuracy. (Blinded) Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 has been temporarily incapacitated. Combat: Blue Hovercar expertly evades Oilsport Traps's attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps misses Blue Hovercar with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes Volkswagen Beetle with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: Oilsport Traps strikes White Lamborghini with its Bewildering Array of Traps Area attack! Combat: That attack has temporarily affected White Lamborghini 's Accuracy. (Blinded) Blue Hovercar manages to right himself once more, deftly ducking out of the way of Motormaster. However, the quick jerking movements he has to go through to slide out of the large Decepticon's way are starting to wear him down, and he can't afford to keep spending energon at this rate! He starts to drive more cautiously, frustrated to have lost the lead. Combat: Blue Hovercar sets his defense level to Protected. White Lamborghini gets the call from Astrotrain to use his special powers on Sandstorm, and the Stunticon is all too eager to comply! Racing up towards the triple-changer, he yells, "HEY, AUTOBOT! Hold still, we're trying an EXPERIMENT!" Then, his engine begins to vibrate in its characteristic manner at a frequency that's deady to machinery of all kinds! But Breakdown has a hidden agenda--he's not just trying to hurt Sandstorm, he's trying to destroy the modelock keeping him in car mode. "OKAY! Now try to transform! No, really, try it! Heheh!" White Lamborghini then has a fresh heap of flaming oil splattered on him. "ARGH!" On the other hand, Breakdown couldn't see anyway, so the flaming oil is a moot point Combat: White Lamborghini strikes Armored Dunebuggy with his Breakdown Shakedown attack! [Pulled -2] Combat: Armored Dunebuggy falls to the ground, unconscious. Kenworth K100 Aerodyne swerves back the other way, bearing down on Blurr from behind. He's not as fast as he has been though; trying to make all these turns to avoid the worst of the traps is slowing him down a great deal. Even with his efforts he still drives over a pit trap and loses another tire. "Good, Breakdown, good! Keep doing that!" Combat: Kenworth K100 Aerodyne sets his defense level to Guarded. Combat: Kenworth K100 Aerodyne misses Blue Hovercar with his Getting His Swerrrve On attack! [Pulled -6] The searing hot oil splatters the VW Bug, getting into all his inner workings and preventing his tires from making any sort of traction with the ground. "Whoops, shoulda brought out the studded tires.. WHOA!" Swirling around in a couple circles, Bumblebee spins out. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Volkswagen Beetle has 'skipped' his action for this round. The lighting, walls, and track begin to blend into one another as Tracks goes the distance. He races, paces, and plots the course. As the roar from the crowd reupts from each fiery elimination, Tracks murmurs, "Well perhaps I can get to like these people after all!" That, however, was too hastily spoken, because a set of punjee sticks snap up in place to shred his tires. "NOT AGAIN!" His beautiful wedge-shaped prow of a front fender bucks down and hard to the left, before clipping the masticated pavement and pitching him end over end. The flip lands him on his roof, sparks and metallic blue sapphire paint chips flying before he comes to a rest at the race starting line. "Oh me oh my, I think it's time to get Simonized..." The Global Pose Tracker marks that Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 has 'skipped' his action for this round. Armored Dunebuggy by this point isn't even trying to avoid the traps, he's just too battered to care. He's done what he could to slow the Decepticons down after all, so now it was just waiting for the big finale. "Aaaaugh!" There's sparks flying from somewhere on his rear section where the modelock device gets fried... not that it matters when the rest of the Wrecker gets fried along with it. Loosing total control of his steering functions, Sandstorm wipes out rather specatuclarly, sure to please any cosmic rednecks up in the stands as he sheds pieces all over the track as he spins and tumblesd, and finally hits the ground so hard it knocks him out of his now unlocked transformation. Only to slam right into the wall in robot mode, face to the reinforced structure with a metal jarring CRUNCH. "*grooan* ... Now -that- was a -rush-..." And then the section of wall he slammed into falls down, leaving a Sandstorm shaped hole in the standing piece. Alas, he's unlocked but out of the race. And out like a light. The audience cheers and waves their cotton candy around as Sandstorm bites the asphalt! Motormaster's failure to connect with Blurr, on the other hand, draws jeers and a hail of empty bamboo skewers. Armored Locomotive figures it's do or die time right now anyway. He's already starting to swerve towards Sandstorm...but Breakdown beats him to it and puts the Autobot out of action! He's a bit disappointed that he didn't get to crunch the other triplechanger himself, but he'll take some satisfaction in seeing him go down all the same. "YEAH! That's what ya get ya sorry fragger!" He then takes note that it looks like an Autobot has indeed crossed the finish line, and emits a thick gout of smoke from his stack in irritation. "Bah! Well the fun and games ain't over QUITE yet..." he growls, shifting 'gears' if you will and suddenly slowing down dramatically a moment later. Has he given up the race altogether? Or is something else going on? Combat: Armored Locomotive sets his defense level to Protected. Race: Armored Dunebuggy leaves the race. With a lightning fast flip and twist, Sandstorm lands in his robot mode, ready for action. Lamborghini Gallardo is stuck in no man's land again, and just when she starts to get driving again, some backward-pointed prongs pop out of the pit floor and skewer her tyres. "Motherboard fragger!" she curses, because that seriously hurts! Contrail is so vexed that she can't even enjoy the Wrecker getting wrecked. It's a sad time for her. Combat: Lamborghini Gallardo sets her defense level to Protected. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Lamborghini Gallardo has 'skipped' her action for this round. Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings... ============================[ Racetrack Attack! ]============================= Racer Pos Lap Defense-Level ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ White Lamborghini 7 0 FEARLESS -- Kenworth K100 Aerodyne 18 0 FEARLESS -- ->Lamborghini Gallardo 1 2 PROTECTED -- + Racer within ramming distance -> You! ===========================[ Sorted by Leadership ]=========================== Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 's wreckage is an inch away from the check-mark line painted with hydraulic fluid and antifreeze. The audience is utterly delighted when Sandstorm, who has brought so much beautiful agony to the arena, goes down himself. He won't be around to maim the competitors, but a crash is a crash, and they'll take it. Rorza looks rather disbelieving, however, when the so-comely (though not-so-comely at the moment) Corvette crosses the finish line. Rorza protests, "What? That blue ninny? That can't be! C'mon, tell me that big brutal truck won." His aide gets another pistol-whipping for this indignity, and Rorza storms out from his box to go down to the winner's circle, where the crews will be trying to drag Blurr. What awaits Blurr there? But with Rorza pre-occupied, the tracks fall silent without him to randomly mash buttons. Sadly, while Motormaster is most of the way around the track, he is most of the way around the FIRST LAP of the track. He opens it up and starts gearing back up in pursuit of Bumblebee, too focussed on crushing to have noticed that Tracks actually won already. Or Blurr. Or both! Armored Locomotive almost leisurely rumbles along the track now, like he's actually not really in any hurry to go anywhere afterall. Even though technically speaking he's the only one in position to try and go for third place...or is that second? Or is that....ahhh forget about it! No, Astrotrain has something -else- on his mind, as he completely veers off the track altogether. A few pit crew scramble to get out of his way as his big metal wheels start to dig into dirt instead of asphalt...kicking up large gouts in his wake as he suddenly starts to pick up speed. Rorza is JUST in the process of being about to exit his box, down on ground level, when the Decepticon triplechanger demonstrates that he has decided to change the rules. "Ya wanna know the funny part?" Astrotrain snarls, his voice barely heard above the sudden screaming velocity of his rockets on full blast, the ground rumbling like an earthquake under multiple tons of runaway freight train. "We probably woulda VOLUNTEERED to take part in yer little games, but nooo ya had to get pushy and uppity. TIME TO PAY THE PIPER YA LITTLE PIPSQUEAK!" Either way, with Rorza in his path between him and the armored booth, Astrotrain's huge frame barrels in like the enormous missile it is right before the whole world seems to explode around him as he truly puts to the 'test' as to how solid these aliens think their constructions REALLY are. Not to mention the aliens themselves. Combat: Armored Locomotive sets his defense level to Fearless. Race: Armored Locomotive leaves the race. Combat: Armored Locomotive strikes Oilsport Traps with his Train Crossing attack! Sandstorm is meanwhile dragged off to do whatever it is they do with the wrecks. Or wrecked Wreckers in this case Blue Hovercar would transform and cheer except he's /still/ modelocked! Then the pit crew start ragging him to the winner's circle. "Hey hey hey no pushing stop with the shoving I got acid there ouch that /hurts/ calm down calm down I can make it there myself you know it's not like I've got busted tires to worry about or anything!" He doesn't entirely /trust/ whatever his 'prize' might be, but he's far too confident in his ability to /run away real fast/ to let his good sense keep him from satisfying his curiosity. Combat: Blue Hovercar sets his defense level to Guarded. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Blue Hovercar has 'skipped' his action for this round. "Breakdown! ATTEND me!" bellows Motormaster, clearly not wanting to miss out because of the modelock clamped onto him. Race: Blue Hovercar leaves the race. Meanwhile, Breakdown is dutifully following behind Astrotrain, waiting for the right moment to destroy the modelock. It's not like Astrotrain needs to signal him or anything--the destruction and chaos the triple-changer unleashes on impact is enough of a cue for him. "OKAY! Here we go, Astrotrain! Get us the f-frag off this planet--so we can come back next time on OUR OWN terms! Haha, I can't wait!" And his engine begins to vibrate at a special disruptive frequency, its debillitating effects sweeping over Astrotrain, hopefully destroying his mode lock without causing too much damage to the triple-changer! Combat: White Lamborghini strikes Armored Locomotive with his Breakdown Shakedown attack! [Pulled -2] Race: White Lamborghini leaves the race. Lamborghini Gallardo still has a modelock on her because Breakdown is busy with the others. She considers her options. Just keep driving through acid pits, electrified plates, and flying spikes? Sure, why not? Sounds like fun. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Lamborghini Gallardo has 'skipped' her action for this round. Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings... Race: Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 crosses the finish line! ============================[ Racetrack Attack! ]============================= Racer Pos Lap Defense-Level ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Kenworth K100 Aerodyne 5 1 FEARLESS -- ->Lamborghini Gallardo You! ===========================[ Sorted by Leadership ]=========================== "Hooray, Blurr!" Tracks's voice purrs out as he watches the other Autobot get led to the winner's(?) circle. Perhaps a suspiciously intentional loss? Regardless of the Corvette's intent, he does motor over behind Blurr to keep a cracked headlight on the speedster. "I wonder what fabulous things they could possibly have in store for you," oozes out sarcastically from his vocalizer. Race: Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 leaves the race. Rorza is about to introduce Blurr, and oh, that other insufferable blue dandy, Tracks, to the horrors of the winners circle in the finest of Velocitronian oilsport racing, when suddenly, there is something very unexpected in his life: a train. His spiky purple armour saves him from certain death, but he still suffers a crushed ribcage, and that'll probably put him in the hospital for months, if he can't find a street doc hack to just put in new ribs, that is! Screaming pain and bloody murders in every language spoken on Velocitron, some of the Daisy Duked grease monkeys rush to Rorza's side and try to shove Astrotrain away so they can drag Rorza off for a visit to the doc, but that might be easier said than done. Race: Kenworth K100 Aerodyne leaves the race. Volkswagen Beetle takes another swift turn and bears down the home stretch, following closely behind Contrail. Catching Motormaster in his rear view mirror, ole Hornhead pratically freaks out. "Holy cannoli!! Motomouth is right behind me, and I'm at max speed!" The Autobot hits the red button, yes.. the red button, and flames shoot out from his backend. "Time for some Tokyo Drift!" The Global Pose Tracker marks that Volkswagen Beetle has 'skipped' his action for this round. Blue Hovercar is dragged into the winner's circle, and then Rorza is run over. He would shrug if he had shoulders, so instead he starts to spin around, muttering, "So how do we get out of this place, anyway?" Having built up speed on the straightaway while chasing Bumblebee, Motormaster gives up on the speedy little bug and swerves to the inside as he approaches the turn, then turns hard to the outside! Tires smoking, he lines his grill up with the wall head-on, and with a tremendous crashing and crumbling he blows through the retaining wall, through the inner guard wall, through a section of stands and disappears from view amid screams and fire. "Because I mean I'd really like to get out of here this has been fun and all but I've got supplies to get and I can't get supplies if I have a mode lock on me because I don't have arms to pick them up so if you guys could take this lock off of me that'd be great and then I'll just be out of your way... okay?" One of the greasemonkey girls of the pits giggles at Blurr and titters, "Oh honey, didn't they tell you? Winning just means you come back for the next race! The only way you're getting out of here is on a gurney like those boys." She points over at Sonicboom and Sandstorm. White Lamborghini yells, after he pursues Motormaster down the tunnel of vehicular destruction, "YEAH! There's only one guy who gets to tell the Decepticons what to do, and you Velocit--uh, Velociraptors aren't him!" Quietly, he mutters, "Are they Velociraptors? Is that what they call themselves?... Uh, well... anyway..." He continues to pursue Motormaster for a second or so when he realizes Astrotrain isn't following them. Soon afterwards, he's backing out of Motormaster's tunnel in reverse, back out onto the track. "Frag me!" he curses, and speeds forward into Astotrain's open bay. "What what /what/?" Blurr exclaims. The Decepticons are getting away, while the Autobots are stuck there, and while he could get out, that would leave Bumblebee and... Tracks can fly. Just Bumblebee behind. "That's it that's it I've had enough of this place and it's stupid laws and it's stupid death sentences for dropping a stupid figurine and we are /out/ of here!" With that, he drives... directly for Tracks? At the last moment, he swerves to the side and starts driving in tight circles around the other Autobot, doing donuts. He keeps going faster and faster, exceeding sound, and still he doesn't slow, pushing towards light. He attempts to set up a vortex to pull the modelock off of Tracks - should he succeed, he shouts, "Grab Bumblebee and go I'll get out out on my own it'll be easy and then once we're all out you can get this modelock off me and we can grab Sandstorm and Sonicboom and get /off/ this crazy planet and who'd think a people that valued speed would have their priorities so backwards huh?" Combat: Blue Hovercar sets his defense level to Fearless. Combat: Blue Hovercar strikes Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 with his Grab attack! Kenworth K100 Aerodyne explodes back onto the track from the food court, grill smeared with blood, mustard and other fluid. He puts the clutch in and powerslides through a hard turn to line up with Astrotrain, accelerating to match speed. "Don't lag behind, Breakdown!" bellows Motormaster as he rumbles up Astrotrain's ramp. Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 exclaims, "The grease monkeys were right. You can NEVER leave the race!" Lamborghini Gallardo cuts off the track and follows after Motormaster, gunning it and heading for Astrotrain's ramp. She calls out at the Autobots, "Hah, hah, have a good time in the body shop, suckers!" Race: Lamborghini Gallardo leaves the race. Combat: Lamborghini Gallardo begins retreating, leaving herself vulnerable to parting shots from Blue Hovercar , Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 , and Decepticon Shuttle "Stop, whyever for? I'm about to get bronze baby.. no one's stopping this bee!" Bumblebee shouts happily, still believing that Motormaster is hot on his tail. When Contrail pulls off the track, the delightfully upbeat minibot pratically explodes with positivity. "Woweeee, third is mine!!" The Global Pose Tracker marks that Volkswagen Beetle has 'skipped' his action for this round. White Lamborghini yells back, "I... I wasn't lagging behind! I just wasn't sure what you were doing! And anyway, I got in there first..." He mumbles that last bit, as if he doesn't really want Motormaster to hear it. Decepticon Shuttle waits until the last Decepticon is on board, before his ramp lifts back up and locks into place. With his cargo aboard, he simply "punches it" putting every bit of power into his boosters. Usually he likes to get up to speed in train mode first, but the locals were so nice to provide a nice stretch of racetrack that he could use as a makeshift runway. Blazing a path into the sky, the triplechanger is soon rocketing straight up and out into space, heedless of the local orbital traffic. Or rather, uncaring of their fate if they happen to get in his way, that is. Combat: Decepticon Shuttle begins retreating, outrunning all pursuit. The bolts weakened by Track's impromptu makeover give way under Blurr's improvised trick. "Understood!" He transforms into robot mode experimentally, before plunging back to the ground in his car mode. "I'll say, that bronze actually coordinates quite well with your yellow. Now, grab on, this is one after-party we don't want to join!" Combat: Flame Decorated Blue Corvette ZR1 misses Volkswagen Beetle with his Grab attack! Volkswagen Beetle transforms and latches on, "FINE." he admits defeat and looks sour for the rest of the ride home. "But you totally owe me a bronze medal!" The VW Bug shifts, revealing Bumblebee's robot mode. Isn't he adorable? Gold: Blurr Silver: Tracks Bronze: Bumblebee
- Death Race is an action film written and directed by Paul W.S. Anderson. The film is a remake of the 1975 film Death Race 2000 and stars Jason Statham in the lead role. The remake had been in development since 2002, though production was delayed by disapproval of early screenplays then placed in turnaround following a dispute between Paramount Pictures and the producer duo Tom Cruise and Paula Wagner. Death Race was acquired by Universal Pictures, and Anderson re-joined the project to write and direct. Filming began in Montreal in August 2007, and Death Race is slated for a release on August 22, 2008.
- Horsepower drops his bulk to the pavement, converting into a modified wrecker rig. Aarry Ballen is standing in the VIP stands of the racetrack. The crowd is roaring and cheering as he raises his arms to request silence. He looks down at the Cybertronian gathered along the racetrack. "Welcome my friends! This is the first EVER, well not really, Death Race! The winner can take anything he wants from my compagny's arsenal!" He points at a building not too far from the racetrack, "The others... well it was nice to meet you! Now take your marks!" Blue Sportscar cruises over to his spot, testing his engine a few times between idling. His entire frame shudders slightly with each powerful rumbling rev-up. Clutch still has a reinforced ramming bumper mounter over his front bumper and metal shudders covering his windshield and windows - installed during the street fighting in Crystal City, it didn't seem necessary to remove them given the billing for this race. Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig pulls up to the line on the other side of Clutch, air horn bleating out a brief triad of notes in greeting to the other Autobot racer. "Don't worry pardner, we got yer back!" The large multi-block engine protuding from the center of his hood gives a rumble as well. While he wasn't the fastest of vehicles, Horsepower had his share of size and power to throw around... and that's exactly what he intended to do tonight, if the gleaming spiked fenders, bladed wheel rims and massive metal V-plow up front were any indication. Velocitron had been his 'home' for many centuries, and for one night he was back in his element amongst the fast and dirty races. Aarry Ballen's widely smiles as he watches the Cybertronians taking their place along the starting line before turning his attention towards the crowd, "Ladies and Gentlement! The mighty warriors of Cybertron are about to compete for prizes and for their lifes! Let the race BEGIN!" There's a loud bang as the alien gives the signal starting the race. Mechalligator , or rather, 'Death Race Variant Skullcruncher' plods over to the starting position that had been designated to him earlier in the racer's lounge, a lithe Nebulan striding along not far behind him. Grax sports an Earth-inspired motorcyclist skull cap adorned with steel spikes, as well as a leather jacket bristling with metal barbs. "You ready to thrash these close, Skullcruncher? I know I am!" He pounds a fist into an open palm. Pyramid Jet is pretty confident to win this race as he's the only real flyer here. He's not too worried about being shot at, after all he's good enough to avoid anything they can throw at him...right? his engines burst to live as he hears the signal. The pyramid jet takes off and rockets fowards, trying to leave all the others far behind. First Aid does not want to be here. He thinks the whole idea of a race for weapons to be idiotic and offensive. That this mysterious race organizer has vowed that this will be a death race only fuels his discontent in these shenanigans. But Sky Lynx gave him an order, and so First Aid is here to keep a watch on his fellow Autobots and ensure that no harm comes to them. He would have preferred to simply ignore this obvious trap - let the Decepticons race each other over silliness. The Protectobot must admit, though, that if his fellow Bots are actually going to go through with this, it's good to have some people here to keep them safe. First Aid stands on the sidelines, technically taking up a seat reserved for a coach or training. He watches this Ballen individual suspiciously. At the bang signaling the race's commencement, Skullcruncher's entire forehead grotesquely opens with a hiss of pneumatics. Grax sprints ahead and leaps into the air as though this were all rehearsed, landing comfortably in a cockpit-like space dug out of what would normally be the Cybertronian's processor housing. "Onward to victory!", the Nebulan knifes the air with a hand, shouting and then jabbing at some indistinct spot further down the track. At this command, the robotic alligator leaps foward, scuttling off down the track in that characterstic reptilian gait. Blue Sportscar 's engine kicks into life. All four wheels spinning wildly, with white smoke pouring out from the wheel arches before the racing tires catch and the Autobot surges forward. "Wait -- we're racing against JETS?!?" He howls as he watches Photon pull ahead. Small panels on his rear fenders detach and slide out of the way, so that a pair of turrets can deploy, swivelling up to point in Photon's direction. "Just need...to get a lock..." Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig throws the hammer to the floor as the starting gun goes off, showing a surprisingly amount of acceleration for a truck as heavy as he is. Not as fast as some of the others here by a long shot, but that's not really the point that he's here in the first place. As he was saying before, sometimes the best way to deal with a trap is to take it head-on. And then a strange thing happens! Something red, white, and blue falls off of Photon's wing, and transforms into an eagle. "Hello, everyone!" Americon says, following everyone almost by habit. He looks around at everyone tearing off and the strange world he's on. "Wait, what the f--" He's drowned out by the roar of engines. Pyramid Jet jets fowards with a burst of laughter! But a quick sensor check that despite being first, some of the others are pretty close behind him! He's not too worried about Americon who wouldn't dare to interfere with his race...right? But he can't allow an Autobot to pass him. The golden seeker transforms into his robot mode facing all the others who are racing at him, "You race ends here Autobot!" he shouts as his raise and fires his weapons at Clutch. The Pyramid jet unfold into Photon's robot mode. Combat: Photon strikes Blue Sportscar with his Laser Cannon attack! Blue Sportscar tries to keep up with Photon but this doesn't seem possible. Flyers tend to beat drivers every time...until Clutch spots a small ramp. "No reason I can't be both," he emits with voice full of what me a slightly un-Autobotlike eagerness. Clutch adjusts his angle to take a quick racing leap...and then gets tagged by Photon. "Nnnh!" he shouts, front end exploding into flames!! But somehow this doesn't seem to affect his speed, or his momentum. Or his determination -- he leaps off the ramp and angles himself straight at his attacker. Combat: Blue Sportscar strikes Photon with his Offensive Driving attack! Robotic Bald Eagle yells, "What the hell is going on?! Geeze, I take a nap for a while and--" He pauses as he checks his internal chronometer. "One month!? I was in sleep mode for a MONTH?!? How... what... where!?! Was on Photon's wing the entire time?" The poor little birdy seems so frazzled by the day's strange events that he simply continues flying along, his mind racing as he tries to make sense of what happened to him. Unsurprisingly Clutch and the jet (who the heck let a jet in? Then again, never said it was a land race) are taking to the front of the pack right off the bat. Horsepower is just chugging along, aiming to hold a steady pace until things require a bit more oomph... Then again, even less suprising the Decepticon is resorting to taking shots right off the bat. With a growl that could be his engine as much as the Autobot, the truck puts the throttle down harder to get closer to where the action is breaking out. Combat: Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig sets his defense level to Aggressive. Mechalligator with Grax in tow, waddle after the pack after having been left in the proverbial dust. Grax yells obscenities at his misfortune of being binary bonded to such a slow poke. He turns in the seat of his personal commander centre and begins to rummage through scores of storage bins, until finally uncovering Skullcruncher's demolecularization rifle. The weapon is almost the same size as him, but through a mix of frustration and determination, he manages to hoist it out of the locker that it was encased in and plants it along the rim of his station in Skullcruncher's head, drawing a bead on whoever that blur may be in first place, in true Super Mario Kart Blue Shell fashion. Combat: Mechalligator sets his defense level to Aggressive. Combat: Mechalligator strikes Photon with his Laser attack! First Aid frowns inwardly as the race progresses. He can't help but think that this all could have been solved by a normal, non-death related race. It would have satisfied everybody's need for a race, and had less death in iot. Needless to say, First Aid isn't sure who to root for. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig has 'skipped' his action for this round. Combat: Junk-Cycle sets his defense level to Aggressive. Combat: Junk-Cycle misses Mechalligator with his Crazy Motorcycle! (Punch) attack! Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings... Photon doesn't have time to enjoy the effect of his attack on the Autobot. He's first hit by laser fire and then a freaking car run him over...in the air! The seeker is sent flying and heavily crashes into the wall of the racetrack. "Urg" is his only comment as he gets back on his feet slowly... Shaking his head, he leaps into the air and transforms into his jet mode trying to catchup with all those who passed him. Combat: Photon sets his defense level to Protected. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Photon has 'skipped' his action for this round. A sudden crack like a bullwhip being sharply snapped accompanies Blurr's appearance in the stands, having apparently /run/ from Cybertron because he was late to hear about the race. "Sorry I wasn't here in time to join at the start Autobots I know I'm late but I'm moving fast excuse me a moment sir if you don't mind I'll just slip in here and get with the program!" Dashing around the race officials and leaving them no time to agree or disagree, Blurr flings himself onto the track, sprinting between racers until there's room for him to hit the ground and go ripping off across the track in his vehicular mode. Combat: Rocket Sled sets his defense level to Aggressive. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Rocket Sled has 'skipped' his action for this round. Blue Sportscar lands heavily, bouncing so hard on his tires that he actually tumbles a few times before somehow ending up on his wheels. As soon as all four touch the ground he revs and peels out again, trying to overtake Photon before the Decepticon builds up speed again. So focused is he on getting ahead - and getting back into the competition - that Clutch doesn't bother with finesse, or even with watching what's going on around him. Instead he just pours on the speed. Combat: Blue Sportscar sets his defense level to Fearless. Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig throws his hefty build at a side angle to drift around the outside of a turn, skidding past Photon and Clutch as a firefight breaks out around the street racer. "Ah'd lecture y'all on racin' fair.." He pauses a beat as his tow-boom lifts up as he passes, bearing the glowing barrel of some weapon as it aims behind him. "But Ah came expectin' a dirty fight instead!" A beam of sparkling disruptive energy spews out of the muzzle at Photon as Horsepower tries to by Clutch some time to catch up. Combat: Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig misses Photon with the Horsepower-forged Energon Depolarizer attack! The Global Pose Tracker marks that Blue Sportscar has 'skipped' his action for this round.======================[ Racetrack Attack! ]=======================
Racer Pos Lap Defense-Level +Rocket Sled 0 0 AGGRESSIVE -- Mechalligator 3 0 AGGRESSIVE -- Blue Sportscar 7 0 FEARLESS -- Photon 8 0 PROTECTED -- Junk-Cycle 8 0 AGGRESSIVE -- Robotic Bald Eagle 11 0 NEUTRAL -- Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig You!===================[ Sorted by Track Position ]===================
Photon leaps fowards and shifts into a golden pyramid jet. Robotic Bald Eagle at last manages to figure out that this is some kind of race and that he should act accordingly by competing in the grand tradition of Decepticons... by cheating. To that end, he tries to clamp onto the tow-boom with his beak and throw his wings out to the sides in an attempt to act as an airbrake. "You're not going to win this... race I'm in suddenly!" he cries. Combat: Robotic Bald Eagle sets his defense level to Fearless. Race: Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie joins the race. Robotic Bald Eagle is going to do that to Horsepower's tow boom, that is. Grax fistpumps in celebration as his laser blast strikes home, and he rolls the chamber of the rifle and reloads it with a fresh magazine, dispensing a spent, smoking cartridge onto the track in the process. Skullcruncher continues to plod along as quickly as he can while the Nebulan searches for a second target - but before he cause any more mayhem, Sit-Com' charges into melee range and swipes at the binary bonded pair! The weapon lodges in between Skullcruncher's armored plates, and Grax lifts a foot and kicks the Junkion away, lifting the gigantic rifle in his clutches and slamming the barrel into the side of the cycle, "Say hello to my leetle friend!" *PEW PEW!* Combat: Robotic Bald Eagle strikes Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig with his Ram attack! Combat: Mechalligator sets his defense level to Fearless. Combat: Mechalligator misses Junk-Cycle with his Disruptor attack! Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie wakes from recharge, his engines clattering into life. The six-wheeled scoutcar pulls out of the garage at full speed., << I'm late >> He declares. < His pilot hologram pops the hatch and, like a cavalry officer, draws a saber and sweeps it forward. A bugle sounds the charge loudly as the Panhard burns some rubber, his central set of wheels lifting up to increase his road speed, at the cost of stability and, if things get rough, traction. Combat: Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie sets his defense level to Fearless. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie has 'skipped' his action for this round. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Junk-Cycle has 'skipped' his action for this round. Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings...======================[ Racetrack Attack! ]=======================
Racer Pos Lap Defense-Level Mechalligator 6 0 FEARLESS -- Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie 11 0 AGGRESSIVE -- Junk-Cycle 13 0 AGGRESSIVE -- Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig 14 0 FEARLESS -- Pyramid Jet 15 0 PROTECTED -- Blue Sportscar 15 0 FEARLESS -- + Racer within ramming distance -> You!===================[ Sorted by Track Position ]===================
Combat: Pyramid Jet sets his defense level to Neutral. Pyramid Jet manages to catch up with the others despite a sneak attack from Horsepower that he manages to evade. As he passes the Autobot he emits, "The Autobots who's going to beat me in a race hasn't come out of the factory Autobot!". The golden seeker accelerate to attempts to pass Clutch but he can't resist to the temptation to take a shot at Horsepower. Using his rear laser, he fires a quick shot at the Autobot. Combat: Pyramid Jet strikes Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig with his Laser attack! Rocket Sled blasts off the line with a howl of booster rockets, a billowing white plume of steam roiling in his wake! "Excuse me pardon me oh another late entrant that's wonderful let's give these Decepticons what for and show them nobody can race like Autobots is that guy seriously riding an Alligator I guess it takes all kinds to make a galaxy!" he exclaims as he whisks past Skullcruncher and Backblast and comes up behind Sit-Com and Horsepower, coasting briefly in Horsepower's broad slipstream before pulling out and accelerating down the track again. Combat: Rocket Sled sets his defense level to Fearless. Combat: Rocket Sled sets his defense level to Guarded. Combat: Rocket Sled sets his defense level to Guarded. Combat: Rocket Sled sets his defense level to Fearless. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Rocket Sled has 'skipped' his action for this round. Blue Sportscar notices Photon still shooting at Autobots - but this time in his jet mode, which means the Seeker has to stay closer to the ground. In fact, even though Photon is skimming above the actual surface of the racetrack, Clutch's hover systems allow him to rise to the Decepticons level. Now in Photon's backwash, Clutch approaches closer and closer. At first it seems like he's going to ram him again, but then the Autocar slows until he's just behind the Decepticon. "I've drafted with cars, trucks and hovertanks," he announces to no one in particular. "But a Decepticon jet? That might just be the highlight of my racing career!" Combat: Blue Sportscar strikes Pyramid Jet with his Efficient Driving attack! [Pulled -2] Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig barely even notices the tiny con grabbing onto his boom, but the increase in drag doesn't go unnoticed to the experienced race-engineer. With a reverbrant growl the wrecker sways back and forth a few times, trying to shake Americon loose. "Hey, no hitchikers!.. Ah, ferget it, got bigger cases to crank..." Like the jet shooting lasers at him bouncing off his hood and cab. "Don't count ya triggers before they're cocked, boy," he snaps back. Watching Clutch pull ahead again, he takes one last swing to try and fling the eagle off his crane. Combat: Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig sets his defense level to Neutral. Combat: Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig misses Robotic Bald Eagle with his No Hitchhiking! (Punch) attack! With Sit-Com's sudden burst of speed, Grax fumbles the trigger of Skullcruncher's rifle and laser blasts go awry, a few striking the pavement as one careens off into the crowd amidst a roaring cheer in tandem with a few shrieks of fear. "Oops," Grax meekly offers. Slapping the rifle as though it is the weapon's fault, Grax picks it back up with a grunt and settles it back down at the fore end of his little residence made inside the robotic alligator's head, grumbling under his breath at Sit-Com, who is far beyond melee attack range at this point. "I don't /have/ to ~catch~ you. I just have to KEEEL you." Grax pulls the hammer of the rifle back until it firmly clicks over, and he pulls the trigger! Combat: Mechalligator sets his defense level to Aggressive. Combat: Mechalligator strikes Junk-Cycle with his Laser attack! Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie slows himself down as his hologram deresolves, the actuator arms that normally operate the bren gun extending with what appears to be a fuel can of some kind. His turret swings around so the container can tip over into his now-open fuel port, pouring energon, instead of gasoline, to bring the Panhard back up to something approaching ready-to-race. Combat: Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie sets his defense level to Guarded. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie has 'skipped' his action for this round. Robotic Bald Eagle screams out a "BRAAAAWWWKKKK!!!" as Horsepower flings him off, sending him tumbling through the air, but fortunately for him Americon is able to quickly recover and is flying straight as an arrow. "Haha! It'll take more than that, Auto--OH CRAP WATCH OUT!!!" he yells, trying to throw out his wings and stop himself before he flies right into Photon! Combat: Robotic Bald Eagle sets his defense level to Protected. Combat: Robotic Bald Eagle misses Pyramid Jet with his Ram attack!
* SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH* The Junkcycle goes weaving and careening and crashes! His holographic human taps his fingers on the handlebar, then shakes a fist at the Alligator. Meanwhile the Junkcycle tries to get up. "Where'd you learn how to drive?" The Global Pose Tracker marks that Junk-Cycle has 'skipped' his action for this round. Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings...======================[ Racetrack Attack! ]=======================
Racer Pos Lap Defense-Level Rocket Sled 4 1 FEARLESS -- Mechalligator 7 0 AGGRESSIVE -- Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie Junk-Cycle 13 0 AGGRESSIVE -- Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig 15 0 NEUTRAL -- Robotic Bald Eagle 17 0 PROTECTED -- Blue Sportscar 19 0 FEARLESS -- + Racer within ramming distance -> You!===================[ Sorted by Track Position ]===================
Blurr seems to almost hold still for a moment as he slips between Sit-Com and Horsepower, then there is a loud B00M and he seems to vanish, replaced by a literal baby-blue streak of light which zigzags through the competitors, hooking around laser fire and dashing out ahead of the pack to take the inside. At the speartip of this blue shimmer is Blurr, who becomes properly visible again as he slows to a coast, scramjets still hissing now that he's not only made up his slow start but passed everything else on the track! Combat: Rocket Sled sets his defense level to Guarded. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Rocket Sled has 'skipped' his action for this round. Blue Sportscar watches and strains his own engine mightily as Blurr pulls alongisde and then streaks by. But Clutch can't keep up, so instead begins weaving back and forth, half to run interference for the new race leader, and half to prevent anyone else from passing Clutch himself. Only...there's no one else approaching that Clutch can see. Oh well. He can be patient. Combat: Blue Sportscar sets his defense level to Neutral. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Blue Sportscar has 'skipped' his action for this round. Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig chuckles a bit to himself as the tossed bird nearly hits the other bird. Jet. Same difference, they're all turkeys when it comes to Decepticons. All that matters is Clutch is pulling into the lead again... And Photon's still back with the rest of them more willing to brawl. Air horns blare and smoke belchs out of his exhaust stacks as Horsepower throws gears back into full throttle, and guns it straight for the low-flying get with his large, spiked plow. "Time ta clear the trash off the road!" Combat: Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig strikes Pyramid Jet with his Plowing Ahead attack! Pyramid Jet is hit by that accursed car again! He nearly crashes once again but manages to regain control of his flight, narrowly avoiding the incoming tape! Unfortunately nearly half the participants pass him as he does so. Photon curses and pushes his engines to the limits. It's out of question that he let a /car/ beat him! Of course, he's not going to use a fair tactic... heat rays on the leader of the race sounds much better to him! Combat: Pyramid Jet sets his defense level to Fearless. Combat: Rocket Sled expertly evades Pyramid Jet 's attack! Combat: Pyramid Jet misses Rocket Sled with his Heat Guns attack! Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie's engine sputters at the wrong moment, scowling to himself as the energon can slips from his fingers and bounces off down the track ahead. <> He declares, losing power and slowing to a crawl, only one of his two V6 engines running, and it's not sounding too happy. He watches the pack start to drive past at speed, the commander hologram swearing loudly and punching the turret infront of him. Robotic Bald Eagle wobbles along in flight, and this round focuses on trying to regain his bearings and make up lost time. "Urrfff... uh, sorry, Photon! That guy kinda tossed me at you. Sorta. Uh. Yeah, I got your back, man!" Combat: Robotic Bald Eagle sets his defense level to Fearless. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Robotic Bald Eagle has 'skipped' his action for this round. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie has 'skipped' his action for this round. Grax exhales a hoot of triumph as Sit-Com goes crashing into the wall. As the Junkion shakes a fist at him, the Nebulan replies in kind by flipping Sit-Com the bird as Skullcruncher plods away. "Who's next... who's next...," Grax asks himself, tapping an index finger across his lips. As he asks this, a bright blue blur barrels through the course, physically spinning Grax around in his command center. "What the EFF was THAT?" Skullcruncher lifts his snout and exhales a resounding HARUMPH!, and Grax acknowledges the word-that-wasn't-a-word, and pushes the rifle around turret-style, attempting to draw a bead on the blue Autobot after it visibly slows, now comfortably in the lead... Combat: Rocket Sled expertly evades Mechalligator 's attack! Combat: Mechalligator misses Rocket Sled with his Laser attack! The Global Pose Tracker marks that Junk-Cycle has 'skipped' his action for this round. Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings...======================[ Racetrack Attack! ]=======================
Racer Pos Lap Defense-Level Blue Sportscar 5 1 NEUTRAL -- Robotic Bald Eagle 5 1 FEARLESS -- Mechalligator 8 0 AGGRESSIVE -- Rocket Sled 13 1 EVADE -- Pyramid Jet 15 0 FEARLESS -- Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie Junk-Cycle 19 0 AGGRESSIVE -- + Racer within ramming distance -> You!===================[ Sorted by Track Position ]===================
Rocket Sled jinks out of the way of the heat rays and slips away down the track, the rays distorting in his shimmering wake from the sheer speed of his sudden lunge to escape the beams! Lasers come raking towards him but Blurr is equal to the task, flipping up on his side to flash between them before slapping back down flat and streaking away. "Come on Blurr, this isn't anything you haven't done before for that matter it's what you were made to do just this time there are guns involved but then that's not that different from what you do even when you're not in a race so you can do it!" Blurr gives himself a little pep-talk as he whistles around the track, lapping the alligator which just shot at him. Combat: Rocket Sled sets his defense level to Neutral. Pyramid Jet curses as he is hit by a crane. He starts spinning and hit the ground raising a cloud of dust. Somehow, he manages to take off again. This time he accelerates but he has little hope of catching up with the others, especially as Blurr passes him! Being a good sport... he shoots at him again! Combat: Pyramid Jet strikes Rocket Sled with his Heat Guns attack! Robotic Bald Eagle surveyes the racetrack. Should he shoot Blurr? No, Photon just did that, and shooting him again wouldn't be... sporting? Whatever. Instead he continues to fly happily along, humming the American national anthem to himself. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Robotic Bald Eagle has 'skipped' his action for this round. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Rocket Sled has 'skipped' his action for this round. Grax whoaaaaaaaa's as Blurr speeds past the binary bonded pair /again/, and he capitulates inside his cranial cabin. "Okay, we need to make up some ground. And bad!" Skullcruncher gives a raspy hiss of approval and shifts gears, sprinting after the rest of the pack. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Mechalligator has 'skipped' his action for this round. Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig takes a moment to check and make sure Photon stayed behind from the crash. "Time to do somethin' more important than just smash and crash." With a groan the truck spun around and flipped up, Horsepower landing on his feet and skidding backwards as he locked optics with the incoming scout-car. "Heads up Backer, one juicin' comin' up!" He pulls out a rod-like 'gun', elbows the generator in his backpack to start it up, and shoots a bolt of high-charged energy to Backblast as he keeps jogging along so he doesn't entirely loose pace. "Aaah, just like the good ol' days in the pits." Combat: Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig sets his defense level to Fearless. The wrecker rig heaves up and rearranges into a heavy Autobot form. Combat: Horsepower deploys his reserve energon tank. Combat: Mechalligator sets his defense level to Guarded. Blue Sportscar finishes his first lap, no longer weaving as he seems to have left most of the competition behind -- or has he?? Spotting Americon suddenly, somehow pulling even, Clutch has to restart his optic systems to make sure they weren't damaged by earlier attacks. For that matter he's still got flames flickering out from the edges of his hood and front grill from getting lasered by Photon earlier. "Oh, you think you know racing? This isn't an ordinary race..." Clutch calls, right before swerving violently in Americon's direction. "This is a DEATH race!!" He finishes as he tries to drive the tiny Decepticon into the wall. Combat: Blue Sportscar sets his defense level to Guarded. Combat: Blue Sportscar strikes Robotic Bald Eagle with his Unsportsmanlike Driving attack! [Pulled -2] Combat: Horsepower strikes Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie with his Darn code not cooperating. (Punch) attack! [Pulled -1] Combat: Backblast uses up some of his Recoil Compensator shield booster! Combat: Horsepower refuels Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie's energon reserves. Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie gets the charge of energon from HP and the commander hologram tosses him a salute, the Panhard just starting to get up some speed when, at the worst moment, there's ain airbubble in the fuel lines - causing both engines to stall! With the differentials in full limited-slip mode, the scoutcar slows quite considerably as all four of the wheels he's using lock up a moment, until he can use the clutch and start coasting! He swears, his hologram grabbing hold of the bren gun and takes aim at Americon and Photon, so he's not being completely useless. He fires the old .303 light machine gun in two short bursts, one aimed at each Con... Combat: Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie strikes Robotic Bald Eagle with his Pintle-Mounted Bren Gun Area attack! [Pulled -1] Combat: Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie misses Pyramid Jet with his Pintle-Mounted Bren Gun Area attack! [Pulled -1] The Global Pose Tracker marks that Junk-Cycle has 'skipped' his action for this round. Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings...======================[ Racetrack Attack! ]=======================
Racer Pos Lap Defense-Level +Pyramid Jet 1 1 FEARLESS -- Junk-Cycle 5 1 AGGRESSIVE -- Robotic Bald Eagle 5 1 FEARLESS -- Blue Sportscar 9 1 GUARDED -- Mechalligator 9 0 GUARDED -- Rocket Sled 13 1 NEUTRAL -- Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie You!===================[ Sorted by Track Position ]===================
Rocket Sled thought he had this race in the bag, but as he prepares to lap the Decepticon who seemed previously to be the contender, he pays for his cockiness! Heat rays sear him, overheating his engines and causing him to spin out with an outcry of outrage. That's going to cost him vital seconds! Blurr tries to get himself reoriented and reignites his engines to attempt to regain the lead, pulling away from the breakdown lane with a howl of turbines. Combat: Rocket Sled sets his defense level to Guarded. Robotic Bald Eagle is practically smiling at how pleasant the race has been for the past few seconds before he is violently smashed into the wall and smeared across it for about fifty feet. "ARRGHBLARGHARGHLEBLAGHUNFGRAAAH!!" he cries, and once he's finally free of the wall--mostly due to becoming smaller thanks to all the bits falling off of him--he's left to tumble down the track, just like a real bald eagle hit by a car. He eventually rolls to a stop, and gasps, "Well, at least that was the worst of i--" BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM! "GGGGYYYAAAAAHHHHH!" Americon cries as bullets rip into his body, leaving him in tatters. "At... at least that's the worst of--" It's then that he notices Sit-Com's front tire bearing down on him! "OH FOR F--" Combat: Robotic Bald Eagle misses Junk-Cycle with his Just Another Day in the Life of Americon (Smash) attack! Pyramid Jet bursts in laugh as he stop the Blurr dead, "And they call you untouchable!" The golden jet finally accelerates, passing a couple of slower racers. The pyramid jet executes a couple of daring manoeuvres avoiding all attacks fired at him. However, he realizes that he won't be able to catch up on Blurr. What's the only option left? Kill him! Combat: Rocket Sled expertly evades Pyramid Jet 's attack! Combat: Pyramid Jet misses Rocket Sled with his Heat Guns attack! Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie growls to himself and re-starts both engines, dropping all six wheels to sacrifice a little top speed on the altar of accelleration. SMoke belches from his exhausts as he lurches forwards. But he spots something, suddenly. Without warning, he cuts off sideways and rolls up a ramp, running along the top of one of the garages that house the great bulldozers used to clear the track after each race, cackling joyously to himself as he cuts past a few corners, leaving the roof and slamming down on the track hard! <> Combat: Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie sets his defense level to Fearless. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie has 'skipped' his action for this round. Horsepower gets passed pretty much by everyone while he's on his feet, but that's besides the point. He's here to help the others, after all. "Sorry 'bout the glitch!" he shouts after Backblast, then turns to see Blurr speeding this way now as well, with that big jerk still trying to shoot at him. "Let's try this again!" He' Grax reaches up and grabs the raised windshield that at most times serves as Skullcruncher's noggin', realizing after far too long that the un-aerodynamics of it all has probably cost them quite a bit of ground. In fact, it /must/ be that! Alligators are like the cheetahs of the bayou, after all. Everyone knows this. And thus, Grax pulls the windshield down, latching it shut. "Now, Skullcruncher," Grax orders from within the skull of his partner, "HAUL TAIL!" Horsepower gets passed pretty much by everyone while he's on his feet, but that's besides the point. He's here to help the others, after all. "Sorry 'bout the glitch!" he shouts after Backblast, then turns to see Blurr speeding this way now as well, with that big jerk still trying to shoot at him. "Let's try this again!" He hefts up the energy-emitter, switchs it back over to 'scramble', and unloads another sparkling disruption blast at the pyramid jet. "Hey Con! Yer momma was a blender and yer father's a washin' machine!" Got to get the age old tradition of taunting in there as well, after all. Combat: Mechalligator sets his defense level to Protected. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Mechalligator has 'skipped' his action for this round. Combat: Horsepower strikes Pyramid Jet with the Horsepower-forged Energon Depolarizer attack! Combat: That attack has slowed Pyramid Jet , making him less efficient. Blue Sportscar sees the coasts is relatively clear for the moment -- and Blurr is perhaps within his reach again! As much as Clutch wants an Autobot, any Autobot to win this race...he'd like that much more for that Autobot to be him! Pouring on the speed, he tries to follow the quicker blue Autocar's path, but takes the same lines that much harder, drifting into turns that much harder andaccelerating out again that much sooner. And generally being that much more reckless...no, that much more FEARLESS...in his driving. Combat: Blue Sportscar sets his defense level to Fearless. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Blue Sportscar has 'skipped' his action for this round. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Rocket Sled has 'skipped' his action for this round. Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings...======================[ Racetrack Attack! ]=======================
Racer Pos Lap Defense-Level +Rocket Sled 0 2 EVADE -- +Pyramid Jet 1 1 FEARLESS -- +Horsepower 2 1 FEARLESS -- Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie 9 0 PROTECTED -- Robotic Bald Eagle 9 1 FEARLESS -- Junk-Cycle 11 1 AGGRESSIVE -- Blue Sportscar 17 1 FEARLESS -- + Racer within ramming distance -> You!===================[ Sorted by Track Position ]===================
Pyramid Jet is struck by a disruptor ray. At first nothing seems to happen but suddenly his engines burst in flame. The seeker was already going to full speed and suddenly he's totally unable to control his flight. He rockets forwards but soons a large concrete wall blocks his path. Photon can't turn and ram right through the wall, disappearing from the racetrack. Aarry Ballen jumps from his seat and shouts, "FIRST KILL" while the crowd cheers. First Aid is actually pleased at Ballen's latest announcement. Not because a Decepticon is the 'first kill', but because he's pretty sure Photon can survive gettin' it on with a wall at high speeds, so the chances of this being a 'Death race' have gone way down. Still, he is keeping a close optic on the race, per his orders. Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie chuckles quietly as he tracks Photon going down in flame, grinning to himself. His commander suddenly drops down and buttons the hatch, taking aim through the gunnery scope, his turret to swinging around to track his target, the gun starting to move up and down with the track to get a good bead on whoever it is he's taking a look at. Already, deep within his hull, the autoloader is swinging into action, slipping a round into the breech of that 90mm gun... <> Combat: Backblast takes extra time to aim his next attack. Robotic Bald Eagle fails to injure himself again with Sit-Com's help, and so manages to hop back up into the air, his flight more wobbly than ever. He looks so trashed that one could practically swear he came out of a Michael Bay movie. "What a frrking day," he grunts, spitting out small parts. "Got... creamed. Gotta pull my slag together... slag some Autobots, maybe... return the favor..." Peering up ahead, he glares at the car that pasted him earlier. "...rrrrrrrr!" And before long Clutch will find a swarm of missiles streaking right at him! Combat: Robotic Bald Eagle strikes Blue Sportscar with his Rockets' Red Glare attack! "I'm not falling for that a second time you're going to have to get up PRET-TY early in the morning to beat me on the track!" Blurr replies to Photon, air brakes slamming open on his flanks to slow him so that Photon's beams slice into the track just in front of him. With a supersonic crack, Blurr curves around the heat rays ahead of him and blasts off down the track again, swinging up onto the steeply banked outer wall of the track as his speed overcomes gravity! Combat: Rocket Sled sets his defense level to Protected. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Rocket Sled has 'skipped' his action for this round. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Pyramid Jet has 'skipped' his action for this round. Rocket Sled doesn't even notice Photon crashing into the track because he's already rounded the curve, or else he might feel a little bad about taunting him that way. But only a little. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Junk-Cycle has 'skipped' his action for this round. Horsepower thrusts a fist into the air. "Take that and suck on it, creep!" he catcalls as Photon makes a very spectacular crash into the walls and off the track... but the celebration is cut short as various other racers zip past him again. "Whoa, almost forgot about the race." But here comes Blurr, blazing along as fast as he can. "Keep goin' Blurr o' boy, Ah got ya covered!" Switching the setting on his emitter once more, he gives a jolt of high-electron energy to the passing speeder. "It's all you and Clutch pardner, make us proud!" Then he starts jogging again, needing to get on the move before he transforms. Combat: Horsepower sets his defense level to Protected. Blue Sportscar inches closer to Blurr. But the other Autobot is still pretty far ahead and Clutch is starting to feel the effects at redlining for so long. Maybe there's something to that persistent 'close descendant to a thoroughbred Cybertronic race horse' rumor that was going around a few deca-cycles back. But Clutch finds himself in a relatively clear sector of the track, and he continues to run at maximum power. To try and eat into Blurr's lead any way he can while he's got so much room to operate. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Blue Sportscar has 'skipped' his action for this round. Horsepower has reconnected. Mechalligator and Grax round another corner, at long last catching up to the competition! Well, it isn't so much that the pair /caught/ anyone as much as the competition is lapping them /again/. Both the Cybertronian and the Nebulan curse at their performance in this race, and make a solemn resolution that, while they may not /win/ the will do whatever they can to ensure it is a Decepticon victory, in the end. And to this end, as the Junkion bike sidles up alongside them to pass once again, Skullcruncher pounces after the motorcycle in a purely prehistoric fit of rage! Combat: Horsepower refuels Rocket Sled 's energon reserves. Combat: Mechalligator misses Junk-Cycle with his Crunchtime attack! Combat: Junk-Cycle sets his defense level to Fearless. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Junk-Cycle has 'skipped' his action for this round. Race: Pyramid Jet leaves the race. Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings... From somewhere, out of sight of every one, someone extracts himself from a pile of rumbles. Time for plan B. Using all the cover available, he slowly makes his way towards a building standing near the racetrack.======================[ Racetrack Attack! ]=======================
Racer Pos Lap Defense-Level Horsepower 5 1 PROTECTED -- Rocket Sled 7 2 PROTECTED -- Mechalligator 9 0 PROTECTED -- Robotic Bald Eagle 13 1 FEARLESS -- Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie 17 1 FEARLESS -- Junk-Cycle 18 1 FEARLESS -- + Racer within ramming distance -> You!===================[ Sorted by Track Position ]===================
Robotic Bald Eagle finds himself lurching along this time, gasping and low on energy, his wings flapping slowly. He decides to slow down a little bit and try to regain some energy, barring any sudden and horrific calamities that might befall him courtesy of the Autobots. Combat: Robotic Bald Eagle sets his defense level to Protected. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Robotic Bald Eagle has 'skipped' his action for this round. Horsepower finally gets going again, and seeing no one else needing a topoff now, drops back into vehicle mode and cracks his throttle up once more, roaring down the track more appropriately. Though his interests are still more in keeping the remaining 'cons off the other's backs than trying to win himself. It's a dirty cheatin' game, so someone's gotta take care of the cheats. Combat: Horsepower sets his defense level to Aggressive. Horsepower drops his bulk to the pavement, converting into a modified wrecker rig. Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie grins quietly to himself as he gets the 'gun ready' signal from his 90mm cannon. Poor Skullcruncher, he'll probably not see this coming. THe scoutcar shudders and slows down under the recoil of the big gun, snarling quietly due to the fact that the huge cannon /hurts/ to fire. The sabot around the fired shell splits into four like the petals of a flower as soon as they're clear of the barrel, their job done. The tungsten-carbide dart is propelled at mach-3 towards the mechagator. If it hits, it's probably going to hurt! Combat: Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie strikes Mechalligator with his 90mm Sabot attack! [Pulled -2] The Global Pose Tracker marks that Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig has 'skipped' his action for this round. Blue Sportscar barrels through the explosion caused by Americon's rockets, trailing thick smoke and leaving bits of his reinforced armor behind. "Whoa!" Clutch complains, slowing just a bit and weaving back and forth to try and make himself a harder target. But with this movement Sit-Com manages to pull ahead. Clutch makes an brief shout of surprise before pulling up behind the Junkion. "Sorry -- but this is one race I aim to win!" he calls, first drafting with the Junkion and then once his own speed has built back up slinging around the Junkion, possibly nicking the rear wheel to 'clear' his own path when he's ready. Combat: Blue Sportscar sets his defense level to Protected. Grax, excited at the prospect of shredding a Junkion in half, is needless to say quite upset when Sit-Com cleanly evades the rampaging alligator. Grax wheels around in his cockpit, only to find that Skullcruncher has completely fumbled along a mass of debris, and at best only annoyed passing traffic instead of mauling them. "WHY?!", Grax throws his hands up in frustration, pounding on the control stations on either side of him. "You are such an imbecile! NOW! Go an-" *KRAKOW!* The alligator is forcibly rolled over the debris on the track, taking a sabot round to the flank. Upside down, the lizard machine struggles to right himself, all the while Grax pounds his fists on the top of the cranial shield, "Get me outta here!!!" The Global Pose Tracker marks that Mechalligator has 'skipped' his action for this round. Combat: Blue Sportscar strikes Junk-Cycle with his Drafting attack! [Pulled -3] Horsepower has partially disconnected. Rocket Sled slows to a supercruise as he exits the hairpin turns and the spike-slalom section, keeping his virtual eyes peeled for attack from the Decepticons he's coming up behind. That alligator thing seems to have been knocked for a loop by the Autobot gunner, but a wounded beast is no less dangerous, Magnus always says. Combat: Rocket Sled sets his defense level to Neutral. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Rocket Sled has 'skipped' his action for this round. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Junk-Cycle has 'skipped' his action for this round. Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings...======================[ Racetrack Attack! ]=======================
Racer Pos Lap Defense-Level Mechalligator 9 0 PROTECTED -- Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig 13 1 PROTECTED -- Rocket Sled 15 2 EVADE -- Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie Junk-Cycle 18 1 FEARLESS -- Blue Sportscar 18 1 PROTECTED -- + Racer within ramming distance -> You!===================[ Sorted by Track Position ]===================
Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie scowls quietly as the recoil slows him almost to a halt, growling to himself as he tries to get moving again. He seems to struggle to find the right gear, moving off at a slow pace before starting to accellerate faster! Combat: Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie sets his defense level to Protected. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie has 'skipped' his action for this round. Somewhere outside the racetrack, in front of a warehouse stands two guards. Hiding in the shadow someone is observing them. Quietly, 2 weapons are fired and the guards fall...dead. Someone paying close attention could notice the noise but it's most likely covered by the noise coming from the racetrack. Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig gets trucking along again, though with Photon crashed and the gater-master stalled out for the moment, it looks like pretty smooth sailing for the Autobots for the time being. He settles into a fast but easy cruise, waiting for the next moment to come that he needs to help one of his buddies out again. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig has 'skipped' his action for this round. Blue Sportscar cetainly doesn't notice any noise...no, he uses his newfound speed to surge ahead, once again running his engine flat out. He goes one step beyond drifting around the next few turns and actually lets himself bounce off of walls like a pinball to redirect his momentum. It's causing a truly awful amount of denting on his sides, but hey it'll be worth it if he pulls out a win. Combat: Blue Sportscar sets his defense level to Fearless. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Blue Sportscar has 'skipped' his action for this round. Robotic Bald Eagle , despite his best efforts to conserve his strength, just plum runs out of energy and flops down onto the ground. "Blarpff!" he grunts out, tail feathers in the air and limbs splayed about awkwardly. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Robotic Bald Eagle has 'skipped' his action for this round. Mechalligator at last rights himself, rolling over without much worrying about the well being of his Nebulan associate. Shaking his head to clear the cob webs, the alligator pounces back onto the track, growling after his opponents. Through the opaque visor sitting on Skullcruncher's dome, Grax's feet can be seen bobbling around as an extremely long tirade of obscenties escapes the cockpit. Combat: Mechalligator sets his defense level to Fearless. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Mechalligator has 'skipped' his action for this round. Rocket Sled relaxes his guard somewhat as none of the Decepticons seem to be in harm's way, focussing on speed instead to flash past the pack as he comes up behind Clutch. "I'm nipping at your heels Clutch better watch out no it's okay I'll just throttle back and ride your slipstream for a bit here!" Blurr is obviously enjoying himself. He's in his element and he feels competent and confident; he knows that because of his speech patterns and his hyperactive, sometimes even scatterbrained qualities he is considered a figure of fun by many of the Autobots. But out here on the track- this is where he proves himself. Combat: Rocket Sled sets his defense level to Protected. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Rocket Sled has 'skipped' his action for this round. Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings... Race: Rocket Sled crosses the finish line! Robotic Bald Eagle still isn't going anywhere. Yup. Just... lying in the middle of the track. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Robotic Bald Eagle has 'skipped' his action for this round. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Junk-Cycle has 'skipped' his action for this round. Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie scowls quietly as he struggles to get his engines going full bore, grumbling to himself quietly. <> Blue Sportscar really pours on the speed now...is that cheering? Is he in the home stretch with spectators cheering him on? Wait, why is Blurr slowing down? Aww, scrap! Clutch is quickly losing his enthusiasm for the race, but he figures he should be a good sport (better late than never) and finish. But no need to run himself ragged for second place... Combat: Blue Sportscar sets his defense level to Aggressive. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Blue Sportscar has 'skipped' his action for this round. Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig lets out a whoop as Blurr crosses the finish line. "A'right! Com'n boys, we've still got second and third... well, iffen they don't start springing the death traps or something." He guns the engine and puts it back into full gear once more, still eager to finish the rest of the race proper Combat: Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig sets his defense level to Fearless. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig has 'skipped' his action for this round. Rocket Sled stays just beside Clutch as they pass the line together. Of course, Blurr is a lap ahead of Clutch, but he's keeping pace with the other Autobot contender anyhow out of a sense of good sportsmanship. "That's one for the Autobots you Decepticons should know you can never beat us when it comes to a race because you're racing against the best and we stand together!" Mechalligator and Grax shout a raucous string of Cybertronian expletives in unison as Blurr careens past the finish line. The alligator slinks along at speeds other than break neck, while Grax shoves the head-window open with a forceful push. At a hiss of actuated pneumatics, the Nebulan brandishes Skullcruncher's rifle and points it after the pair of Autobots ahead of the pack. The weapon thrums to life, a deep crimson light coalescing at the tip of the barrel. A moment later, a bolt of red lightning leaps out from the firearm, screaming like a banshee as it passes over the center of the track and down toward the racers on the other side. Aarry Ballen rises from his seat. The crowd is cheering, chanting, "Death Death Death Death...". This is really a bloodthirsty bunch of aliens. Aarry looks down at Blurr, "Congratulations champion! You may enter the armory and choose your prize." A wide smile appears on his face, "...The others are all going to d..." Before he can finish his sentence, his head explodes. As his body falls to the ground, a golden seeker comes out of the shadow, dispersing the others aliens standing in the booth. Photon is smiling widely and he's also carrying a crate under his arm, "You talk too much fleshbag." Looking down at the others in the racetrack, "Thank you for the diversion. I got what I came for... you can thank me for your lives...". With a last laugh, the seeker transforms and flies away. Combat: Mechalligator strikes Blue Sportscar with his Full-Auto Area attack! Combat: Mechalligator strikes Junk-Cycle with his Full-Auto Area attack! Combat: Mechalligator misses Rocket Sled with his Full-Auto Area attack! Blue Sportscar is nearly blasted off his tires as Skullcruncher finally connects with something. Shouting in surprise, the Autobot veers off and heads that way before screeching to a stop as Aarry Ballen is...robbed? assassinated? triple-crossed? murdered? All of the above?? Clutch transforms and gapes as Photon makes his getaway. Then the Autobot turns an angry glare back on the Headmaster. "Did you know about this?!" Cyberpunk Wrecker Rig .. was ready for the death traps, not for the MC to get his head shot off. But that damn Seeker, no less! ".. Hey, that's cheatin' beyond the sorta cheatin' that's allowed for these sorta thin's!" With a screech the truck skids sideways, race forgotten now as he revs up and starts charging towards the control stands. ".. As much as we appreciate the not dyin' part, ya can't just STEAL the prizes, ya big lugnut!" Clutch transforms into robot mode! In a flash, Blurr converts to his robot mode. Robotic Bald Eagle isn't dead, but he isn't going to be going anywhere for a while. Eventually someone will sweep him into a garbage bin, so it's all good. Blurr transforms to leap into action, exclaiming, "Clutch watch out behind you that alligator 'Con is trying to bushwack us!" Blurr is not much good at pushing people out of the way of gunfire, however, as Optimus Prime learned at the Battle of Autobot City. ;_; Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie veers a little and attempts to swing his gun around to take aim at Photon, but the Seeker is gone before he can get a clear shot. He snarls quietly, narrowing his commander hologram's eyes as he turns his attention back on Skullcrusher. <> He warns. <> Combat: Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie sets his defense level to Neutral. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Panhard ERC-90 Sagaie has 'skipped' his action for this round.
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