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| - Ah, Paris, France in Winter. People are cheerfully making their rounds about the city. Nobody really suspects much, everyone is gearing up for the great snows to come. In fact, a few flurries are already in the crisp fall air that make it thoroughly pleasant to be out in, the temperatures holding just barely above freezing. Parisians are dressed in toques and jackets and are out enjoying that aforementioned air! On the outskirts of town, set up in what used to be farmer's fields is the brand new Circque du Neige. It is a standard faire sort of fair. There are all sorts of rides, including the usual tilt 'a whirl, ferris wheel and the like . . . except what is different this time is that there are transformer sized 'rides' as well. Including a full sized cybertronian set of driving bumper cars, and a cybertroian sized tilt-a-whirl. There is also a /massive/ looking structure that is covered by a huge tarp. On the surface, everything looks friendly... Thoguh there are hints at something more base going on, given that some of the smaller rides are 'drive to your death', 'crush the infidel' and other sorts of things. Some of the concession games are . . interesting too. But, it's not quite enough off color to cause problems. Yet. Zarak wanders among the crowd in full armor. Scorponok is nowhere to be seen. Cyclonus is standing next to the cybertronian sized bumper cars. His cold optics are following Zarak who's wandering among the crowd. The unicronian's face doesn't show any emotion but it is not hard to guess that he's disliking the Nebulese. This is in fact his only reason to be here, to keep an optic on Zarak. Lab-Brat changes into a Garbage truck with a rather simple transformation. Ambulance rolls into the Cirque du Neige's parking lot. The Protectobot's lettering has been specially modified to display French rather than English. After pulling up front (Autobots do not need to find parking spots), First Aid announces to his human passengers, "We're here!" The Autobots have been called here due to complaints about the faire being a bit too evil. Transforming into robot mode once any humans who came along with him are out, the Protectobot glances over towards the gates. Far behind, he can see a huge, towering Decepticon in the form of Cyclonus. "...you know, Streetwise always tells me that tracking down Decepticons is a hard job, but sometimes I dunno," First Aid says. Carly Witwicky peers out the window of First Aid's driver's side. "Well, the park doesn't look *too* bad," she says cautiously. Then she spies Cyclonus near the bumpercars. "Can't say I think much about the clientele, though!" she adds, frowning worriedly. As First Aid pulls to a stop she automatically hops out, an efficient, practiced move to let First Aid transform as quickly as possible. Jayson Redfield has been enjoying the ride, idly humming to himself as First Aid rolls along. "Aw, here already?" he mock complains as the vehicle comes to a stop. He promptly disembarks, then he, too, spots Cyclonus, who is really hard to miss. "No kidding..." After the fiasco at Disneyworld, Patchwork isn't going to simply stand by an let another faire be ruined...fairs shouldn't be evil. They should be cotton candy, rainbow colours, laughing children and parents complaining about too much money being spent. Not evilness! Not too far behind First Aid, Patchwork transforms once she sees the other medic doing so, stepping forward to his side. "They won't have Mickey ears here, will they? I didn't get them before..." Garbage_Truck had's expplored the world much since his arrival on Earth a few months ago. He had mostly been cuaght up exploring the United State, specificly California and one of his personal holy shrines: The Almeda Airforce base. The junkion had heard of a fair being held in France and decided to see more of the world. Like usual, the Junkion was driving on the wrong side of the road and cuasing more then a bit of a panic.. "Hey, I thought you guys were suppoed to be on this side!" He says as a frenchman says foul things to him after nearly being ran off the side of the road. Eventualy the Junkion pulls into the fair of whatever's parking lot and transforms. "Its even better then I imagined!" He luaghs. "Though I should fit in with the locals..." He muses to himself and pulls out an oversized berret from his trashpack and places it on his head. "Perfect!" Lab-Brat changes back to his robot mode, which mostly consists of him standing up and lifting his head. Greg is riding in the other seat, inside First Aid, and beside Jayson. "I've never been to a french Fair before," he says, "This should be fun." He elbows Jayson playfully. "I wonder if they have any Grey Poupon." The Cirque Du Neige is . . snowy! The snow is coming down faster and faster, which gives a wonderful sort of christmasey air to the place. Zarak is entirely away that Cyclonus is watching him. He is even going so far as to pointedly ignore him. He has made his introductions, welcomed him here a few moments ago and now, well, he has a fair to run. The party of 'good' may notice early on that something is . . . odd. Entry to the faire is free, but when they go to buy tickets, the tickets are not the usual paper tickets on the spool or the like. No, they are . . . that's odd. They look like playing cards. In fact, they -ARE- playing cards. Except . . they all have Autobot faces on them. For example, First Aid is on the Five of hearts, Rodimus Prime is on the ace of spades, etcetera. And they don't just go from one to face cards. Jayson for example, if he buys tickets, will get the 999th of Diamonds. If one asks, it is explained . . they are for a raffle of some kind. Either way, Zarak wanders forwards towards the ticket stand, not noticing his arrivals yet. Next to Cyclonus, the bumper-cars bump and smash; driven by some mini-bots. Next to First Aid, a running parisian of about five years old trips over his shoelace, falls on his face and spills his ice cream. Cyclonus briefly glances towards the Autobots that just arrived. Of course he doesn't bother to notice the humans but his attention is soon back on Zarak. He doesn't seem bothered at all by the fact that the Nebulese is ignoring him. However he would like to know what Zarak has in mind with this fair... For now he remains where he is, arms crossed on his chest and looking rather out of place here in the snow. First Aid gives Lab-Brat's beret a thumbs up. To Patchwork, he replies, "They don't normally stock Transformer sized-gear unless they know we're coming. I'm sure you could get appropriately sized Mickey Mouse ears online, though." First Aid gives the humans a sweeping gaze, making sure that they're all dressed warmly enough given the snow. He has emergency sweaters and mittens if they need them. "Alright gang, lets head in there. But be careful... who knows what Cyclonus will do." The Protectobot steps forward through the entry gates, receiving a ticket as he goes. He peers at it. "...why's Tracks the Queen of Hearts?" he questions. Before he can get an answer, a child trips in the snow, and First Aid immediatel stoops down to help him. "Are you alright?" he asks, helping the child up. Carly Witwicky does go up to purchase tickets, and she's a bit surprised, both by the fact that they're playing cards and by how high they go up. She questions the person running the booth, and gets the explanation. "A raffle? But... how do we use them for rides if we're supposed to keep them for a raffle?" It's all very unorthidox! "Oh!" she exclaims as the child behind her gets tripped, but it looks like First Aid has that under control. But... does First Aid speak French? Patchwork blinks at the suggestion from First Aid, and then she grins widely. "You think so?" The idea seems a new one to the femme as she all but skips behind the Protectobot, visions of mouse ears on the brain. Getting her own ticket, the medic doesn't bother looking at it, simply tucking it away somewhere before she steps around First Aid, peering down at the newly uprighted child. "Aww." Jayson Redfield is indeed warmly dressed. He's been on Nepsa before, after all, and would prefer not to catch pneumonia in such climates. As First Aid helps the child, he starts snickering for a moment at the Tracks card, but then he regains his composure and clears his throat. "Are you okay?" he asks the child, in perfect French. That's one of the benefits of having a mother from France, you know. Greg, all dressed up in winter gear, bends down and scoops up some snow. He forms it into a perfect snowball. Then he throws it. Not at anything in particular. The child sniffles a little as First Aid helps him up. "Heyyyy..." He says to him. "Hey, I have your card!" He holds up the 21st of Clubs. "Gee . . hey, my daddy has his!" He points at Jayson Redfield. "He's the Queen of Clubs!" He shakes away from First Aid then, and dashes away. "I need to get more doom-cream! Thanks, mister!" The faire is going along well. One can only guess how much money is being made here. But people are genuinely happy. Just inside, someone is making a mint with the 'shoot the autobot in the optic' game. And there's a nebulan, who is blue, standing beside one of those spinning wheels you spin and put quarters down on. A kid is busy collecting his winnings there. All in all, it seems that everything is going well. Music is currently being heard off to the left of the cybertronian-sized merry go-round that hasn't yet been started. Meanwhile, Zarak is wandering towards the huge structure covered with a sheet. "Welcome to the Cirque Du Neige!" Zarak's voice suddenly rings out. "Today, we are about to set a /WORLD RECORD/ for the most people on a merry go round, and the largest merry-go-round ever! Who wants to set a world record/!" The response is a loud and undeniable. "YAAAAY!" "Women and children first, everyone to the merry-go-round!" "Holy crap on a cracker!" Cambria shouts as she trudges along behind the group. The only difference to her wardrobe is a blue, plaid hoodie which isn't doing a whole lot to keep her toasty warm. Her arms are crossed tight across her chest and her hands are tucked under her armpits. She looks absolutely miserable. Until Zarak mentions the merry-go-round. "YAAAAY! MERRY GO ROUND! I CALL THE BLUE HORSE!" Cyclonus frowns as Zarak makes his announcement. For the first times since the Autobot arrives, he moves from his spot and head towards Zarak. He doesn't stop until he's close enough to whisper a question without being overheard by the Autobots, "So that's your secret plan? Hopefully for you, you have something in mind. I don't need to remind you that Lors Galvatron hasn't forget your recent activities...you better impress him if you expect to be forgiven." Jayson Redfield blinks as the child runs off. "I'm the what?" He rubs the back of his neck. "Queen of Clubs? How...appropriate, I guess." He stiffens a bit, then turns to give Cambria an odd look. "You're into this sorta thing? Meh, you can count me out." First Aid speaks the universal language of love. But not to children. The question of whether Transformers know other languages is a terrifyingly difficult one to answer. First Aid's optics flash as, after getting helped out by himself and Jayson, the kid mentions that he's the 21st of Clubs. Makes sense that they'd need to add some more numbers to make it all work. "You are very welcome," First Aid replies. "But please be careful." First Aid stands up straight now. Refocusing on the faire, First Aid hesitates as Zarak announces the merry go round. He has no idea what the Decepticons are up to, but he can't decide what to do about it. He'd also be surprised that the French are being so gullible regarding evil people right now, but that's actually pretty standard for them. "Ms. Douglas," he tells Cambria, "There's a very good chance this is a trick of some sort." "Aww man, Jase, I wanted to ride the horsies with ya!" Greg says. He takes a look at his card. Why is it Bumblebee as the Joker? The world may never know. Darkwing lands and looks around. "Hey... This isn't Euro Disneyland..." He mutters, seeming to have thought of doign another Disney raid and soppoted the rather crowded fair here. "Wait... Something doesn't seem right here..." The dour blue con says, maybe Drunk again as he just noww seems to notice the Transformer sized rides and such. "...Oh great... the bunny's here as well..." He mutterss to himself before starting to make his way to the pair... until something better catches his optics... A certain pastel Medic with love of Rainbows and fairs... The universe must really like him this week. "So, you plannign to enjoy any more rides tonight?" He asks with a dark chuckle to the femme. Cambria Douglas just stares at Jayson. "Why you gotta be such a party pooper, kid?" She huffs and shivers a bit, "Well, whatever. More merry-go-round for me! Woo hoo!" She's about to throw caution to the wind and jump right on one of the horsies when First Aid's words cause concern to rise within her. "A trick? Man! What kind of sicko would make a trick out of a merry-go-round?" "Well, if it is a trick, we need to be there to keep all these other people safe!" Carly proclaims as she darts towards the merry-go-round herself. She is totally doing this to keep an eye out for trouble, and NOT as an excuse to ride herself. "Merry go round? Merry go rounds are fun...but decepticon's don't have fun, so this one can't be fun...I don't like the sound of this merry go round." Patchwork deduces to herself as she turns towards the call from Zarak, head tilting to the side. "And since when did they care about women and children first? Don't they like to squis...uh...not be nice to children?" She stops her chattering, quiet as it is, when she hears Darkwing, and her nose wrinkles slightly. "Not if you're the one running them." "This whole faire doesn't feel right," Jayson points out. "Just be careful, Cambria." "Psshaw! I'll be fine!" Cambria says. Then she darts off after Carly. "I CALLED BLUE HORSE! DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, CHIKA!" Zarak just sort of gives Cyclonus a look. "Are you /insinuating/ that I would /plan/ anything to /unleash on the innocent crowd/? Why, Lord Cyclonus, I am shocked and appauled. Especially that you would inquire in such a place!" The nebulan gives him a /very/ subtle wink though that hopefully the other is perceptive enough to see and nobody else is. Either way, Zarak claps his hands and steps away from Cyclonus to head to the merry-go-round. "This, Ladies and Gentlemen . . has a capacity of ONE THOUSAND PEOPLE . . and fifty cybertronians! Music will be provided by L'ange du Neige . . . also the first on-merry-go-round band!" He brushes past Cambria. He might be old, but he can throw her a winning smile too. His hearing must be good too. "You can pick your horse first." He looks towards the Autobots. "If you are /so worried/ about all of these people, you can get on there with them. Ostensibly to protect them! But this is a save and civilian venture!" He also wiggles his eyebrows at carly. "People are here to have FUN!" And, of course, folk begin lining up for the MERRY GO ROUND OF AWESOME. With blue horses. AND PINK ONES. Jayson Redfield stares after Carly and Cambria, and shakes his head. "Girls..." "You can have the blue horse. I want the black swan, anyway!" Carly answers Cambria. She smiles in return to Zarek's eye-wiggling, but she's just being polite. For one, she's physically (and mentally) 18 these days, and Zarek's kind of old, and for another, despite that, she's a married woman. It's kind of messed up when you think about it. Greg chuckles at Jayson. "So if you don't want to ride the merry-go-round, do you want to ride the Tilt-A-Whirl? Or the Gravitron?" Cyclonus frowns again and some could even think he wishes the Decepticons never went to Nebulon...not that he would ever express that feeling aloud. He keeps looking down at Zarak before glancing towards Darkwing and finally towards the merry-go-round. He then turns his back on the nebulan and slowly takes off to hover above the fair and gets a better view of his surrounding. "Very well Zarak. Do as you see fit be remember... I'm watching you." Cambria Douglas throws a fist in the air, "YEAH! FUN!" She looks over her shoulder and grins at Jayson. "You could learn a little something from the old man. Quit bein' a square and jump on!" Then she rushes to one of the blue horses, pushing and throwing small children out of the way. "'SCUSE ME! COMIN' THROUGH! WATCH OUT!" Cambria scrambles up onto the horse and plops herself down. "Yeah! Horsies! Woo!" First Aid keeps glancing over at Cyclonus, working up the courage needed to do what he feels must be done. "Guys, cover me. I'm going in." First Aid is not heading towards the merry-go-round. Instead he is heading directly towards Cyclonus. The Decepticon is gigantic compared to him, towering over the doctor. Clearing his mechanical throat even as Zarak invites the Autobots on the merry-go-round (First Aid will pass on that request, thanks), he looks up at the Decepticon second in command. "Uh, hi." he says. "So, um, what are you guys doing here?" he asks. He hopes Cambria isn't just setting herself up for pain, playing around while Decepticons are here. This goes for all the other humans here. First Aid has seen Zarak's handiwork on Nebulos firsthand, and doesn't care to see it on Earth as well. "Oh, I'm not running anything here. Was actualy hoping this was Euro Disneyland; or whatever they call it now adays." Darkwing says to the Medic. "So get on your ride; have fun and maybe protect those germs that your kind love so much. But I'm sure they will be perfectly fine with Zarak running the whole show. One Germ holdign a fair for other germs. What could go wrong?" He asks with another of his dark chuckles. "Oh, pink horses!" Patchwork's attention is caught by the brightly coloured creatures on the merry go round before she shoots Darkwing a glare. "Why don't you ride with me? Seems strange none of you Decepticons are here at your own fair..." Jayson Redfield shakes his head again. "No thanks," he responds to Cambria and Greg. "I'm going with First Aid." He hurries to catch up with the medic. Zarak glances to Darkwing. "You go right ahead." He says, cheerfully. "Why don't you take the /LADY AUTOBOT/ up on her offer. You and her can sit in the Cybertronian-Sized Purple-Swan for two!" His face is amused. Highly amused. "Or share the two horses, blue and pink!" He looks towards Patchwork. His aged face is innocent. "I wouldn't dream of harming anyone at such an occasion. Especially someone as important as Darkwing." Meanwhile, people continue to funnel onto the merry-go-round. There are a /LOT/ of folk getting on board for the world record attempt. Cyclonus hovers a few feet above First Aid...like if he wasn't taller to begin with. For a moment it looks like if he was considering to obliterate the protectobot right where he's standing. He remains silent for a moment before finally replying, "Zarak bought this place... if wish to improve our relations with the...terrans." Cyclonus doesn't sound like he's believing what he just said. Patchwork promptly wrinkles her nose. "Ew. I don't want to do anything with him." she informs Zarak as she jerks a thumb towards Darkwing, only to grin a moment later. "Unless he rides the pink horse. And -yes there is-," she rounds on Darkwing, hand finding her hip. "There's lots of happy things for me, and everyone else, Mr. Grumpypants." Windshear has arrived. Darkwing glances to Zarak. "If you want to prove to them, that it is so safe. You should be on their with them. Maybe with those germs you were trying to flirt with. It is YOUR fair afterall. I'm just waiting for the 'fireworks' to start. This happpiness won't last long, and rather disgusts me anyway." "Yeah! Horsies! Yeaaah!" Cambria bounces on the blue horse impatiently. "C'mon! Let's get this started!" Greg forgoes the Merry Go Round, as it is somewhat boring for his tastes. However, he does cast a longing glance at the bumper cars. Perhaps later. He follows Jayson. "Hmmm I wonder what the baddies are up to," he says. The Seeker decided to fly over France on his patrol today. Windshear hadnt been to thsi part of the planet yet and today was as good as any. As he flies over paris though he notices both Autobots and Decepticons down around the Eiffel Tower and pulling up, the Seeker decides to see whats going. He drops down, transformers and lands near Darkwing and looks around. He spies the merry go round and some fleshling bouncing and saying something about horsies and started. "Whats going on?" He asks Darkwing quietly. F-15 Eagle flies in, transforms midair and lands heavily in the snow, disgruntled about not getting formally invited. There appears to be 'cons around, but also 'bots, and they didn't seem too concerned. That was good enough for him. "Holy sweet Primus. Screw that sissy merry-go-round, slaggin' bumper cars! Oi Patch!" Raid sloshes over and makes to drag the femme over to the latter ride. Air Raid folds and compacts, transforming into his robot mode. "Can we smoke here?" Cambria asks before lighting up a cigarette. She takes a drag and sighs, "Man! Look at those nerds! Bumper cars? Pfft! Lame!" But secretly she is jealous. "The head decepti-germ." Darkwing says motioning to Zarak. "Is holding some kinda funfair for the rest of these pathtic lifeforms and several foolish Autobots that are too stupidd to know better." He says giving a glance over to the pastel medic. "Myself, am just waiting for things to go wrong, while the Bunny seems to be waiting for Zarak to screw up... Least as far as I can gather." Carly Witwicky is flying with the black swan. Or sitting on a black swan shaped figure on the merry-go-round, waiting for it to get started! "Air Raid, just in time, we think that the 'Cons are do...hey, what? Bumper cars?" Patchwork finds herself snagged and being dragged away from Darkwing and over towards the bumper cars, even as she points back towards the merry-go-round. Windshear looks over where Darkwing glanced at while he spoke, "Of course it will go wrong -- Autobots, Decepticons, germs, its all right there for a disaster in the making," He rumbles and takes not of where all Auto -- oh no.. that Aerialbot is here! He smirks slightly. "Yea... its going to go south real soon I think..." He brings his battle computer on line and just waits. First Aid is tense, obviously ready to move in case Cyclonus decides to make with the obliteratin' lasers. He also moves in such a way to help cover Jayson from incoming firepower. "I don't believe that anymore than you do," First Aid tells Cyclonus. Since Zarak seems to be the ringleader here and not Cyclonus as he first thought, the Protectobot turns towards the Nebulon. "Zarak, what are you doing here, and why? Surely you don't think people are going to forget about all the bad things the Decepticons have done over the years." Even as he says this, First Aid is well aware that, yes, that is exactly what the fair-goers seem to have done. Traitorous bastards. "Yeah yeah, up to evil, we'll just wait 'til they start shootin' stuff. In the mean time! ...Eh? Aw, /that/ ride?" Raid makes a face. "But it's got... /pink/ horses... And Cambria's there..." Cambria Douglas sneezes. "Ugh..I think I'm gettin' sick.." Jayson Redfield peers around First Aid's leg, then taps it. "Last I checked," he remarks, "the French didn't consider Decepticons to be the enemy." Yeah, he doesn't really get it, either. "It's probably all that smoking," Carly tells Cambria, sniffing faintly. She watches the number of people piling on. Man, that's a lot of people! "The government, no," First Aid replies. He was never so sure if the people were onboard with that, but from the looks of it the Autobots may have (somehow) lost the PR battle in this country. Evil is just too darn cool. Scorpstation glances at First Aid. "I'm holding a fair. Can't you see that? That is /exactly/ what I am doing. Likewise, I'm setting a world record here. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some fame to go make. And I'll not have you holding me back." He then strides upwards to the sheet covered building and lifts a corner of the sheet. A purple control panel extends. . . but an eagle eye will reveal that the building is green. "All right, ladies and gentlemen! Last call to board Zarak's Wheel of Fun for the WORLD RECORD attempt!" A moment or two is given for people to board, then . . the wheel begins to spin. Slowly at first as the band begins to play a happy christmas carol. The horses go up and down, children are happy, and the like. Slowly, it picks up speed . . then a little more. Very fast for a merry-go-round it is. Not many seem to have noticed, but if someone jumps now . . they'd kill themselves. It's maybe going a little too fast. And it's still accelerating. Suddenly . . a pink flash is seen as forcefields engage, and those who are on the thing will likely find themselves trapped as it suddenly begins to spin faster and faster and faster and faster. Zarak is heard again. "Welcome... to Zarak's WHEEL OF DOOM! Foolish people!" The sheet is cast away to reveal ... SCORPONOK. "If at any point the wheel spins slower than ONE HUNDRED MILES AN HOUR . . . the entire fair will be blown to KINGDOM COME!" Greg STARES at the Merry-Go-Round. It reminds him of the Monorail Episode of the Simpsons. "Now aren't you glad you didn't want to get on?" he says to Jayson. Cambria Douglas hangs on to the horsie for dear life; cigarette ashes flying in her face as she speeds round and round and round. "WOOOOOOOOOOO! THIS IS AWESOME!" And the Zarak announces that they are all going to die. "THIS SUCKS!" Darkwing says, "Why not just let it blow up and get it overwith? All this pointless dramatics just give times for the Autobots to foil your plans and makes you more a failure then you already are. Not that this won't fail and blow us half way across this planet anyway..."" Cyclonus shakes his head as Zarak's master plan is revealed. "What a waste of energy" he thought. The second in command fails to see how this is going to help the Decepticons to achieve their objectives however he doesn't do anything to stop Scorponok. There just humans after all. Instead, the purple warrior reports his attention on the Autobots, just in case one of them is foolish enough to attempts to attack him in retaliation. Carly Witwicky holds onto the black swan for dear life, grasping tightly. She activates her radio, answering the exclamation over it aloud (as she must). "I... woah, I don't feel so good... I... look, if we can just trick the sensor so it *thinks* we're going... ugh, I think I'm going to be sick!" Then she begins to steel herself, preparing to try to clamber towards the center... At this juncture, Zarak wishes Darkwing was on the merry go round like he'd planned! Jayson Redfield stares at the merry-go-round, pointedly ignoring Greg's comment. "Oh hell!" He steps out from behind First Aid and glares at Zarak. "Hey, you creep! What the hell d'you think you're doin'? Shut it down, now!" He'd reach for his gun, but there's the problem of Zarak being in armor, and the fact that Scorponok would probably crush him before he could pull the trigger anyway. Windshear watches the thing sping round and round and can't help but snicker a bit knowing how bad that has to be effecting at lest osme of the fleshlings on there. He also merely nods at Darkwings comment, "Yes, what you said," he rimbles and looks over to see what Air Raid is doing. Air Raid STARES right along with Greg. Then looks to Patchwork. "I just saved your /life/!" It's pretty evident this is Zarak's doing, what with him screaming his credit, so he moves to join First Aid in looking...threatening. Patchwork grimaces as she watches the merry go round...go round. "Ugh...bumper cars look like more fun." she agrees to Air Raid before she elbows Air Raid. "Let's save -their- lives now." she suggests, as she starts to step forward... First Aid groans as Zarak reveals his intention to (maybe) kill everyone on the merry-go-round. Unable to match the firepower of Cyclonus, Scorponok, Windshear, and Darkwing, even with the other Autobots here, First Aid doesn't bother trying to fight the Decepticons or even blast Zarak. Instead he leaps towards the pink forcefield, landing right in front of it. He kneels and takes something out of his trunk. "Don't worry, I saw this on television once. I'll try to deal with the forcefield." Taking out a can of club soda and a rag, First Aid tries to scrub the forcefield away. Darkwing grins looking over to Patchwork. "So much for your happy pink ponies, eh wench? Though I am sure if you still believed in their happiness, I could play another round of Medic Toss to give you a first class ticket on board." "Damn it! If I'm going to die, I'm going to do it drunk!" With one hand grasped tightly on the horse, Cambria uses the other one to pull a small Smirnoff bottle from her hoodie. She unscrews the cap with her teeth and begins to chug it which is actually kind of difficult when you're going 100 MILES AND HOUR ON A MERRY-GO-ROUND. "I'm surprised they haven't started throwing up yet," Greg says. Windshear frowns then raises an optic ridge as he watches the Protectibot, "What the slag is he doing?" he points to First Aid. "What do--" he follows Darkwings line of sight to Patchwork, "Medic Toss? You too?" He laughs, "I threw her the other night as well!" Carly Witwicky finally gets enough focus to start to crawl off her swan. With this sort of spinning, for all intents and purposes, gravity is now towards the forcefield surrounding the Merry-Go-Round. So instead she rolls in and 'up' towards the center, crouches on the swan's side, and makes a jump towards the next row of horses. "Yeah, yeah, you're both real creative...go pat each other's backs somewhere else." Patchwork mutters to the duo chatting about tossing her around. So predictable! "I don't think that's working, First Aid!" she calls as she reaches her own hand forward to poke at the forcefield. "Is there an off button?" The shocking thing is, really, First Aid's hairbrained idea actually works halfway. The forcefield flickers slightly under the attention of the club soda. But this is apparently not going to be the end all and the be all situation as the wheel continues to spin. The forcefield is meerly weak to club soda and not completely vulnerable to it. Zarak, for his part, just looks sort of satisfied. This plan is working out excellently. People are paniced now, but nobody seems to know really what to do. "NOW THAT I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION." Zarak's voice booms out again. "I will STOP the device . . for.. ONE BILLION DOLLARS." So that's it. Extortion. "Alternatively . . . you can all perish . . or be sick to death!" And that is very true. Centrifugal force is pushing outwards. Cambria will be wearing her drink if hse is not careful. Darkwing luaghs with a evil grin as he hears Windshear "Well, since there are two Medics here; I guess we can both play a round or two, Windy." Cambria Douglas is a professional alcoholic. She's got this. But nevertheless she does end up getting half of it all over her face. "OH GOD! SOMEONE GET ME OFF THIS THING!" Jayson Redfield rubs his temples. "Why is it always about money? What does he need money for, anyway?" First Aid glances over his shoulder, "None of us here are able to authorize that kind of money," he snaps at Zarak. "All you're going to do is force us to fight you." After continuing his attempt to rub the forcefield away with little success, First Aid puts the club soda away. "Blast... I'm all out of Windex..." There goes Plan B. He tries to ignore Windshear and Darkwing. Windshear laughs with a nod, "Im game, whenever youre ready, Darkwing." Cyclonus rises into the air and doesn't give any sign he's going to try to stop the Autobots. At least as soon as they don't do anything foolish. From above he looks down at Scorponok as Zarak finally reveal his intentions. "Greed..." he seems to spit the word, "...what is terran money to us? You could have at least asked for energon." Cyclonus should not need to remind any Decepticons that with New Crystal City stuck in shark mode their energy reserves are going down faster than Dreadwind's mood. Carly Witwicky manages, *just*, to grab ahold of the horse 'above' her. Unfortunately, she has to spend some time simply holding in place before she manages to force herself up against the intense gravity. She looks 'up.' One more row to go... Air Raid scoffs at Zarak's demand. His optics fall on Darkwing and Windshear, glaring, "No medic-tossing. Turn it off!" As if they even knew how. He advances on the two of them, puffing up in his own Aerialbot way. Windhear's smirk expands slightly as he watches Air Raid approach. Oh yes he remembers the missile that night, he remember this bot second guessing his hard braks and dive, no one had ever figured that move out before... oh yes, time to play again. He widens his stance slightly and clenches his right fist, the sword tip extending slightly from his wrist. The air was where he really wanted to be but the ground would work to for now. He says nothing and does nothing else other then prepare his stance for an attack. "Air Raid!" Patchwork calls, turning to look over her shoulder at the bot. "There's more important things around here than those two fools." She turns back to the merry go round, and then steps closer to First Aid. "Can we pick up the little ringleader and shake him until he makes it stop?" "I like that idea!" Jayson pipes up. Darkwing says, "Oh my, the Faux Seeker is getting huffy... I guess we better do what he says." He says with a grin to Windshear, one of the few friends the dour jet seems to have. As Windshear seems ready to take Air Raid down, Darkwing makes his way towards the medics. "This is a nice turn of events. I thought you were supposed to be protecting the rides and the happiness at fairs, not trying to destory them. And it sure seems like Zarak is happpy at the moment; why would you want to destory his happiness?" Darkwing luaghs." "Oh...Oh God.." Cambria clings onto the horse with both arms. "I think..I think...I think I'm gunna be..." She tries to keep herself from throwing up because it will probably end up flying back in her face. "SOMEONE HELP US! DAMN!" At this juncture, most folks have caught on. Something like chaos is happening, but people are funnelling out of the fair quite well. Good thing the emergeny exits were clearly marked. As Carly works on presumably trying to escape, First Aid buys time, Patchwork plots and Cambria drinks, the merry-go-round begins to spin even faster. As though in response to what was said, overheard through the crowd itself; Scorponok transforms into Robot Mode. "That is a pity, First Aid." He offers. "Because, really, there is oh-so-little stopping us from atomizing the lot of you now, blowing up the merry-go-round and carrying the day. Perhaps you have a /counter offer/ before we decide to do that /anyway/." Activating his transformation sequence, Scorponok begins to twist and shift. When the movement stops he stands before you in robot mode. Carly Witwicky finally jumps up to the row of horses nearest the center of the Not-So-Merry-Go-Round. Fortunately, in this spot, instead of an actual horse or beast is an immobile carriage. She then makes one final jump, attempting to rip open a panel from the side of the center-shaft. Air Raid twitches a bit at the 'faux seeker' name, but pauses at Patchwork's voice, frowning. "Ehh... sorry, pigeon," he snorts at Windshear, "She's right, can't be wasting time on you sorry lot." With that, he turns and attempts to head back to the wheel-o-doom. Cyclonus descends closer to the ground, his optics don't leave Scorponok for an astrosecond. He was quite clear about his opinion on this operation and he wants to make sure that Zarak feels he is closely watched. The unicronian doesn't even seem to be amused by the terror of the fleshies or by the attempts of the autobots to stop them. All that is below him so he doesn't pay attention to any of it. Windshear glances at Darkwing and his smirk becomes a grin, "I think he needs to make me do what he wants -- save a medic toss for me." he looks back at Air Raid in time to cath the 'sorry lot' and his optics flare angrilly. Then he parallals the Aerialbots walk to the merry go round. "Try to stop it....I will stop you, Autobot..." Turning her head, Patchwork makes a quick assessment of the faire grounds and the items available. Turning back, she hrmphs softly before her optics widen. "Hey...if club soda works...what colour do you add to pink to make it white and invisible?" she wonders out loud before turning and starting to reach for the nearest coloured lights on the fairgrounds. "Cover your eyes, or you'll be sick AND blind." she advises the merry go round riders. First Aid is still messing around with his trunk (located on his legs in robot mode), looking for something else that might help. The club soda really was the ace up his sleeve. Without looking up at Patchwork, he says, "If you think that'll solve the problem and save these people, I'm all for it." Although he can't spare a moment to look back at the Decepticons, he can sense that it's only a matter of time before they start shooting. Air Raid instantly rounds on Windshear and stops in front of him, perhaps just to keep him away from First Aid and the rest. There would be no full attacks from him yet, but he does attempt a schoolyard shove. "Back off." Patchwork adds, quickly, without looking at Darkwing. "He's not happy. He's crazy." Windshear plants his feet against the shove and stands his ground "No...I don't think so..." He replies and, well, shoves back. Meanwhile, First Aid is playing with his trunk and there are people who have their lives on the line here. Crazy Protectobots. Now, fortunatly, the police are involved and the Circue Du Neige has mainly cleared out with the exception of the people who are actually trapped on the wheel of doom. Scorponok, seemingly somewhat changed and a good deal more aggressive now that Zarak is not in control. Aggressive and . . less Doctor Evilish, is advancing on First Aid with a menacing expression. "I do not detect a counter offer, yet. You have /ten seconds/, Autobot! And do not think to distract me with your petty combat skills. I am well aware you are foolish enough to engage both Cyclonus and I if you feel there is good reason. It will serve nothing but to get you /slain!/" Meanwhile, also, behind him, Cambria is going faster and faster as the wheel accelerates again. Carly will find that yes, she can actually access a panel, though . . who knows what is behind it. Circuitry, gears and a whole mess of things. Patchwork's attempt actually works, somewhat. The forcefield flickers, then drops . . though the thing is still spinning at god knows how fast. Air Raid is /trying/ to remain on the defense here and keep lasers fire out of the situation, but it's one helluva' effort. He teeters at the shove and steps back, but doesn't go any further, simply trying to keep this Seeker away from the merry-go-round. Carly Witwicky is... a damned clever person. She was attending MIT before she was 18. Uhm. The first time around. And now, despite her youthful behavior, she's still got a lifetime of technical skills and studies at her disposal. She can generally figure out what circuitry, gears, and a whole mess of things adds up to. She clamps herself in place and holds tight, looking around for something that looks like a sensor. Patchwork actually cheers as the forcefield goes down, but quickly gets herself under control. "Okay, step one, complete...but...um. Now how do we stop it?" she asks of First Aid before the shoving registers with her. "Air -Raid-! WOuld you -help- me?" Cambria Douglas shuts her eyes tight and tries to think about not being on a merry-go-round of death but no matter how hard she tries she just can't. She reaches into her pocket and tries to pull out another mini bottle of vodka but the speed makes it really difficult and she ends up dropping it. "Damn it! This sucks! What are those freakin' Autobots doing!?" There's a small pile of medical equipment next to First Aid now as he was rooting through his supplies. "Rats, I thought I had a forcefield destabilizer in there..." Alas Wheeljack stole that back vorns ago. Standing back up, he catches a quick glimpse of Carly. He knows she's brilliant, and decides that he can perhaps best help by distracting the Decepticons. He motions for Air Raid and the humans to get in there now that the shield is down. First Aid meanwhile stands up to the Cons as best he can. "Uh... alright, well let me check. I'm authorized to make a payment of 20 million. That's in Canadian funds, though. How's that?" Darkwing luaghs loudly "Anyone that claims that they are happy are crazy and dellusional. Happiness doesn't exist in this universe. Only pian, misery and suffering. Love and Happiness are terms created by those that refuse to face reality. Maybe I need to remind you what suffering feels like?" He asks pulling out his Electro-Kinetic Blasters and aims at the Medic's back. Decideding not to fire yet, as he sees Scorponok draw closer. Windshear sees the forcefield go down and sneers at Air Raid, then attemtps to step around him toward the merry go round. Cyclonus must refrains from stepping forward and taking matters into his own hand. However this is Zarak's own mess and he doesn't want to have anything to do with it. He only remains here to ensure that this doesn't become a disaster. Air Raid flinches as if he were the whipped boyfriend. "Coming!" He leers at Windshear for a moment, stepping in his path one last time before turning to once again rejoin Patchwork. As Windshear attempts to walk around Air Raid, the pesky flier steps right in his path. Ok, that was it! The Seeker before he realizes it attampts to shove the Aerialbot to the ground hard. Combat: Windshear strikes Air Raid with his Grab attack! GAME: Carly Witwicky rolls a (10)-sided die: ROLL: Carly Witwicky rolled a 10 Scorponok would argue that this is hardly a mess at all. In fact, win or lose, it's a great success. Evil just hasn't been the same in the last while. Sometimes, you just have to get out and remind team good that you are /entirely/ capable of doing evil things. Scorponok stalks forward again, meaning to bump into First Aid and shove him backwards away from his pile. Which he can step on for good measure if he has the chance. "Petty cash! One hundred million, or /nothing/!" He is staring directly at First Aid. It is also at this point that something flies by Carly and smashes with a huge explosion of glass shards and lquid. It turns out . . it was one of Cambria's vodka bottles. While Carly will not find anything like a sensor, there is some sparks and smoke coming from the inside of the wheel . . . and it begins to slow down. Genius or accident? Either way, the pressure is on now. She will find, finally, something like a speed sensor indeed. Though, getting it out will be another matter...especially as something is shorting out pretty violently in there thanks to Cambria's addiction. Air Raid barely has time to register the shove before he faceplants right into the snow. "Sunnuva' glitch! Okay pigeon, you asked for it!" He rolls onto his side (it's not easy with wings) and attempts a scissor kick at Windshear's legs. Combat: Air Raid strikes Windshear with his Scissor Kick (Kick) attack! First Aid is easily bumped by Scorponok. He's giant. All of the medical supplies he had out are crushed underneath Scorponok's foot. "Alright, alright!" First Aid says, raising his hands as he gets back up to his feet, managing not to wince too badly from the impact. "I'll see if I can get you the one hundred million, but it won't be easy. I'm going to have to make some calls." He opens up a frequency, talking out loud into it. "Hi Metroplex, this is First Aid calling." Pause. "Oh I've been better. How are you doing?" Pause. "Well it's just this thing with the Decepticons." Pause. "No, it isn't near Belgium I'm afraid. Anyhow, can you put me through to Skids?" Pause. Skids doubles as an accountant, y'see. First Aid is stil ltrying to keep Scorponok's attention on him. Carly Witwicky reaches one hand in, but draws it out as the area starts sparking. "Oh!" she exclaims. Then she sticks her ring-finger into her mouth and gently puts her teeth around her wedding ring before pulling it off gently. She sticks it into a pocket, then puts her hand back in behind the panel, wincing as another spark hits her and burns her slightly. Carly snaps the hand back away a second time, then removes a tiny screwdriver from the same pocket she just put her wedding ring (doesn't everyone carry tiny screwdrivers around in their pockets?) and reaches her hand back in behind the panel, trying to pry open the speed sensor... hmmm... is she shorts this area to that... shouldn't the sensor pick up infinite speed? Carly pulls out her hand and reaches into her pocket, once more removing her wedding ring, which she then tosses *INTO* the speed sensor! Windshear gets hsi legs kicked/caught in the Autobots legs and he stumbles back then slips in the snow and falls back but catches himself before he goes down totally. Regaining his stance the Seeker says nothing and kicks out at the Autobot. Combat: Windshear misses Air Raid with his Kick attack! Patchwork is busy ignoring Darkwing (it's hard work, honest!) as she watches the merry go round. Without its shield up now, the femme is busy watching for flying humans so she can try and catch them before they smack into something more painful and squish. She really wishes they weren't so squishy! She hasn't had to grab many mid-air yet, thankfully! Cyclonus shakes his head once again, "This is pointless. Do as you wish Scorponol but I strongly suggest you bring something worth it back to lord Galvatron." Without adding anything, he swiftly transforms into his starfighter mode and ascend towards the stratosphere. Combat: Cyclonus begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Decepticon Shuttle "Primus! Slow! Seekers are supposed to be fast, Windshear," Raid chides, having gotten to his feet and danced out of the way. He bounces from foot to foot, looking over his shoulder to make sure the smart folk weren't getting pummeled. Combat: Air Raid takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass] With a gigantic *FLASHBZZZT* and an explosion of blue sparks, Carly succeeds in shorting out . . something or other. Though the ring is likely welded in place and it is pretty hard to say if the thing really is off for sure. If Spike hears, he might whack her for that! Either way, the wheel is slowly slowing down . . and fortunatly, people have the sense to cling to their pink and blue horses. Or their swans, depending. Once Cyclonus flies off, Scorponok seems to relax slightly. Stepping forward again; attempting to bully First Aid all the way back to where Patchwork is to be found. "Money. Now. Or . . I'll shoot the medic!" Darkwing growls as the pastel femmes ignores him; "You really need to pay attention when someone's about to shoot you!" he yells as he pulls the trigger on his gun, Patchwork can hear the familar blast that hit her so many time in Disneyland heading straight towards her once more. Combat: Darkwing strikes Patchwork with his Electro-Kinetic Blasters attack! Windshear's kick was fine till his other foot slipped in the snow and it goes wild but he recovers quick enough and growls when Air Raid makes his comment, "Yea.. slow.. sure.." Is all he rumbles as he swings at the aerialbot. Combat: Windshear misses Air Raid with his Punch attack! Patchwork grunts, just barely holding back a cry of pain, as the shot from Darkwing hits her square in the back. Dropping to a knee, the teal medic's head turns round, optics narrowed at Darkwing. "Real brave, Mr. Grumpyaft." she informs him before turning round, elbow coming up to try and knock the Con in the head as she tries to stand. Combat: Patchwork's Punch attack on Darkwing goes wild! Combat: Patchwork strikes Air Raid with her Punch attack! Greg left his exo suit in his other pants. He peers from behind cover at the Merry Go Round of Doom. "Has anyone thrown up yet?" he wonders. If Spike whacks Carly, he'll find himself single again with a quickness! Carly breaths a sigh of relief and crouches to cling to hte, uhm, carriage thing that she's been standing on. As the merry-go-round begins to slow, Cambria lets out a sigh of relief. "Thank God.. Now I can-BLAARGHFHFGHGF!" She begins to puke uncontrollably. "Whoa! You almost hit me! Holy slag!" Raid teases poor, menacing Windshear, but doesn't have too much time to look smug, as he's totally decked in the mouth by Patchwork! "FFTHBB! OW! What the'...Patchwork!" He stops everything to settle an accusing look on her. Combat: Air Raid takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass] Darkwing luaghs loudly. "I think your confused as to which jet you mad at wench, or maybe I just need to hug you for beating up your boyfriend?" He luaghs and lunges forward to grapple the the teal femme before she can try to appologise for her attack. Combat: Darkwing strikes Patchwork with his Grab attack! First Aid is backed up by Scorponok, and he loses the connection to Metroplex. "Oof! How can I get your money if you're just going to keep doing that?" he complains. As open warfare has started up between his allies and several Decepticons, First Aid is just hopeful that he can prevent Scorponok from joining the fray. "I'm going to have to phone Metroplex again to patch me through to Skids so I can get the money order..." he says, trying to convince him not to keep interrupting and/or threatening him. "Oh, Raid, Oh...I...sorry, I d idn't mean to!" Patchwork protests, reaching with an open palm to pat at Raid's cheek. "Here, let me fix yo...oh, hey, let go!" Grabbed from behind, the medic finds herself being hauled away from Air Raid...at least she's out of striking distance now. "Put me down you big oaf!" As she gives orders, her foot stomps down, aiming at Darkwing's foot. Combat: Patchwork strikes Darkwing with her Kick attack! Scorponok is /really/ busy with his bullying of First Aid. This is Scorponok at his finest, not Zarak. He's concerned with one thing and one thing only. Violence and gratification. Though, it is finally now that he notices that the wheel has slowed down. Alot. By now, it's slowed down enough that people are actually hopping off and running for their lives. This is a good thing, especially since Cambria vomit is being thrown everywhere. This is why she isn't allowed to ride the rides ever again. Either way though, it hasn't quite stopped, but . . people can jump and roll a little then get up and run. Even that old granny. See? Scorponok's optics widen. "What?!" He bellows. "What trickery is this?! I'll bury you here!" He then attempts to thump First Aid and send him over to where the merry go round is and probably through it. Combat: Scorponok misses First Aid with his Grab attack! Windshear is really having a hard time in this snow turned slush trying to his this little runt of a flier.. he growls and decides to try and steady his stance before he swings again. Then he sees the Medics punch go wild and it pop Air Raid in the mouth and he starts laughing!! "Beautiful!" is all he can say as he laughs. Combat: Windshear takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass] Carly Witwicky saved the day! Well, no, not really, because the good guys are still horribly overpowered. However, she, like the others, runs towards the edge of the Merry-go-round and jumps off, carefully avoiding any Cambria vomit on the way, and rolling when she hits the ground. Air Raid puffs up as much as a robot without lungs can puff up, even his wings seem to flare. "Hey! HEY! SHUT UP!" Raid juts a finger in Windshear's dreamy Seeker face. "You have no room to laugh, pigeon! You can't land a single hit!" Supremely peeved, and oblivious the rest of the goings-on, including poor, poor First Aid getting picked on by Scorponok, Raid aims a punch right at Windshear's abdomen. Combat: Air Raid strikes Windshear with his SHUT YER FACE (Punch) attack! Darkwing grunts as she stomps on his foot, but it takes more pain then that to stop one of the Depressive Duo. "My foot? What am I, Starscream?" He asks before luaghing. "I guess this mean you don't want another 'date'? Then it back to my orginal idea oof Medic Toss!" He gloats and attempts to reunit Patchwork with her old friend: the Sky, aiming her fro the bumper cars she wanted to go on earlier. Combat: Darkwing strikes Patchwork with his Medic Toss! (Punch) attack! Patchwork didn't want to go on the bumper cars...Air Raid was making her! It's almost comical, the way the teal femme flies through the air and promptly squashes the (thankfully) deserted bumper car ride, rolling across it before she climbs up to one knee. "What is your obsession with -dates-? No one wants to date a grumpy aft like you...now...if you were painted with rainbows and flowers, you -might- have a chance. I can help with that1" she offers, cheerfully, as she pushes to her feet carefully on t he snow. Combat: Patchwork takes extra time to steady herself. [Pass] "Ugh...Oh...Oh God...hrk.." Cambria releases her death grip on the blue horse and slides off; just barely avoiding stepping in her stomach soup. Like everyone else who was stuck on the horrific ride, she makes for the edge of the ride and throws herself off. Cambria hits the ground face first and begins to roll around. "OH GOD, YES! YES! SOLID, UNMOVING GROUND! HAHAHHAHA YESSSS!" Windshear's laughter is suddenly cut off with a fist just below his canopy glass. He bends over a bit into it then laushes out with a backhand aimed at the Aerialbots face. Combat: Windshear strikes Air Raid with his Punch attack! First Aid sprints away from Scorponok the moment it's clear that Scorponok has figured out what's going on. Still desperate to keep the Headmaster's attention and willing to make himself bait, the Protectobot draws his photon pistol and shoots back at Scorponok while on the run in the opposite direction. This makes it a tricky shot. "Only if you aim as well as you brag, Scorponok," he calls out, goading the mech. Combat: First Aid sets his defense level to Guarded. Combat: First Aid strikes Scorponok with his Photon Pistol attack! Combat: That attack has temporarily affected Scorponok's Accuracy. (Blinded) Beginning to shift and twist, Scorponok drops towards the ground as his scorpion legs appear and his tail rises upwards. Once his claws are in position the transformation sequence has been completed and he stands before you as a monolithic scorpion! Giant Scorpion cannot see, but that doesn't mean that he cannot shoot. As First Aid's pistol goes off, a wave of blinding energy washes over Scorponok's face. He can't see for a damn. But that doesn't mean that he cannot shoot. Transforming, he drops down into Scorpion mode and raises his tail. Flickering, cerulean blue energy begins to build -- easily advertising what he has in mind to First Aid as a targeting laser extends. This time though, Scorponok doesn't even wait, he just tries to blast First Aid with a hundred thousand volts! Combat: Giant Scorpion strikes First Aid with his The STING of SCORPONOK attack! [Pulled -6] Carly Witwicky, for all her brilliance, is kind of an idiot about some things. So, while she *should* be running, she is instead staying in the area, crouching behind one of the fair games to see if anyone needs her help. Because obviously, the Autobots would never survive on their own without Carly! Darkwing, of course, didn't care for Pathwork, his first love was watching others suffer and with Patchy; that was just so fun and easy that it was hard to pass up a chance to deal with her. "Aw... if I were a fleshy, you'd be breaking my heart. Aren't you goody two-shoe sorts suppposed to except people for who they are?" He luaghs and decides to take another shot at the femme with his powerful blasters. Combat: Darkwing strikes Patchwork with his Electro-Kinetic Blasters attack! Air Raid gets /backhanded/, how demeaning is that! "Gah!" The Eagle staggers backwards, a bit of energon trickling from his mouth which has now been hit twice. It's hard to miss Patchwork soaring through the air - yes, she'd make a good flier, Raid agrees. Windshear goes forgotten for now, as his focus shifts to Darkwing...picking on Patchwork... "Oi!" Raid rushes up behind him, aiming a punch right at his back. Combat: Air Raid strikes Darkwing with his Punch attack! First Aid continues his sprinting away from Scorponok, but the big lug manages to get close enough with that powerhouse blast of his. Aiming is optional when the beam is that deadly. The beam hits the ground just in front of First Aid, and there's a bright blue explosion of energy as the Protectobot is sent hurtling head over heels. Rather than landing on feet, he lands on his four wheels and continues onwards away from Scorponok. "Hurry!" he shouts, screeching to a halt behind the fair game and opening his driver's side door for Carly. Combat: First Aid sets his defense level to Protected. Patchwork barely gets stood up before she finds herself knocked backwards by the shot from the big bad blaster shot, landing hard on her aft, and not for the first tie. The gaping hole in her chest is hard to miss, and the medic doesn't even bother trying to get up this time. She does, however, pull her rifle out which likely isn't the smartest thing. "You big...big...meanie!" Combat: Patchwork's Rifle attack on Darkwing goes wild! Combat: Patchwork strikes First Aid with her Rifle attack! Windshear stands there and watches Air Raid go to the Femmes rescue only to get shot by her. He snickers and looks at Darkwing, "Maybe we shouldnt even bother? Just point her in his direction and let nature take its course?" Carly Witwicky dives into First Aid's driver's seat as soon as he stops beside her. "We need to get Cambria!" she shouts to the Ambulance. Because she is SUCH a pain.
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* repose**Windshear stands there and watches Air Raid go to the Femmes rescue only to watch her shoot First Aid. He snickers and looks at Darkwing, "Maybe we shouldnt even bother with this? Just point her in the Autobots general direction and let nature take its course?" Cambria Douglas is still celebrating not being on the devil ride. "Hahahahhahahahhaaha! Yessss! YESSSS!" She scrambles to her feet and cups her hands around her mouth. "YO! SCORPION-GUY!" She flips him off with both hands. Darkwing grunts as he gets punched by Patch's boyfriend. "Now now, a hit from behind isn't nice. What would you girlfriend think, if you were resortign to Decepticon tactics?" He replies and luaghs to Windshear. "She really should know by now that it is hopeless try and fight back agaisnt me; she onyl ends up doing more damage to herself or those around her." He replies as attempts to grab the faux Seeker, if he succeeds he can give Windshear the chance to double team the aerialbot. Combat: Darkwing strikes Air Raid with his Grab attack! It's only a double team if Patchwork, yet again, fails...and she doesn't intend to. As her shot goes completely off course, the medic frowns and climbs to her feet. "Sorry First Aid...I'll fix that up for you later!" she calls before she turns and, seeing what's about to happen s he instead dashes for Windshear before leaping and, arms outspread, aims to get him in the same Hug of Doom she'd put on Darkwing before. Combat: Patchwork misses Windshear with her Grab attack! Air Raid has a conniption fit right then and there. "She's not my fraggin' girlfriend! Gack!" In his flustered anger he gets grabbed by the neck and grasps uselessly at Darkwing's hands. "LEGGO' AFT HAT!" All he can do is kick. Combat: Air Raid misses Darkwing with his Kick attack! Giant Scorpion is still clearing his optic sensors as First Aid gets blasted. In fact, Scorponok manages to blast him so hard that he doesn't even see where First Aid went at first. Either way, the gigantic scorpion begins to lumber forwards; claws clanking as he attempts to re-aquire his target. He is distracted primarily by one thing and one thing only: Cambria flipping him off. Casually, one of the turrets on his shoulder moves to point at her and cuts loose with a twain-barreled volley of orange blasts of energy that are capable of rending tank armor, let alone what they can do to a human. Combat: Scorponok sets his defense level to Fearless. Combat: Giant Scorpion strikes Cambria Douglas with his Twin Pulse Blasters attack! Windshear simply steps to the side and watchs the Medic sail right on by him. He turns and watches her landing..."Form 6 execution 9.5..." Hes trying so hard not to laugh. First Aid's driver's side door slams shut as he speeds off again, this time in the direction of Cambria Douglas, who's quite possibly wasted. Scorponok blasts her (hopefully not killing her!), and the Protectobot increases speed. "Mrs. Witwicky," he says, "I'm going to open up my rear patient bay. Please be ready to tend to Ms. Douglas the moment she's inside. First Aid screeches to a halt in front of wherever Cambria is (hopefully she is more than a stain right now). His trunk opens and a pair of silvery arms reach out to pull her in. Doing this in front of Scorponok is kinda dangerous though, and First Aid is quite vulnerable. Combat: First Aid sets his defense level to Fearless. Cambria Douglas looks very very /very/ smug as she stands there; middle fingers raised in defiance of Scorponok's devilish ways. Then she sees the turrets move and point directly at her. Suddenly she doesn't feel so smug anymore. She narrows her eyes and grits her teeth. "BRING IT ON, ASSWIPE!" As soon as those words leave her lips, Scorponok opens fire and Cambria gets her ass handed to her via lasers. It's all very dramatic and kind of gorey. Can you imagine getting shot by laser beams? I bet it would hurt. Eventually she is pulled into First Aid and moved out of harms way. "Hey Windy, You wanna help me beat up on this Fuuax Seeker? He doesn't seem to do much, and his girlfriend is just useless." Darkwing luaghs as Air Raid can't even kick straight. Keeping his left arm tightly around the Aerialbot's neck, he reals back with his right to punch the pathtic auto-jet in the gut. Combat: Darkwing strikes Air Raid with his Punch attack! Patchwork apparently decides to keep right on going, after flying past her initial target. She's really just more of a distrction anyways. "Leave that human alone!" she informs Scorponok as she hits the ground running, and dashes for the big scorpion...because lord knows if she can't handle the Sweeps, she can handle the bug. Right? Ha. Combat: Patchwork misses Giant Scorpion with her Kick attack! "All right, all right," Carly says, clambering over into the rear bay. She helps to pull Cambria into First Aid and out of harms way, as per Cambria's pose, then scrambles around the bay, trying to gather together what medical supplies are still usable. She works quickly and efficiently despite the circumstances, well used to crisis by now. In fact, she's probably setting some sort of world record for healing! Combat: Carly Witwicky quickly patches up some of Cambria Douglas's minor injuries. Giant Scorpion has turned his attention back to First Aid as he attempts to rescue Cambria. The shoulder turrets are swinging back towards them again. This is what Scorponok feels best about. Casual brutality. None of that nambly-pambly planning stuff like Zarak does. And so, the giant Scorpion begins to lumber after First Aid and crew -- taking the time to attempt to backhand Patchwork away as he goes. He'll get the lot of them yet! Combat: Giant Scorpion strikes Patchwork with his Punch attack! Greg's jaw DROPS. "Oh no she di'int!" he says, just before she's fired at. Then she is shot!" He runs up to First Aid when Cambria's being loaded inside. "Please tell me she's ok!" he says pleadingly. Windshear just shakes his head as the medic gets her feet under her almost as fast as she hits the ground and runs off to try and hit Scorponok. He turns back around at Darwings words and stalks up toward Air Raid. "Look at the mess you are in now, Autobot." He rumbles and punches Combat: Windshear strikes Air Raid with his sucker punch (Grab) attack! "She'll be fine!" Carly shouts towards anyone listening, but she's still, like, working on making sure that Cambria doesn't DIE HORRIBLY OF HER HORRIBLE LASER INJURIES. Air Raid can't quite move to dodge Darkwing's punch, and his knees buckle for a moment as his helm sensors light up in pain. He can't even recover when Windshear's fist collides with his chin. Yeah, he's in quite a mess, and can't quite pull himself free yet, clawing at Darkwing's forearm. "Luh'...leggo'..." Combat: Air Raid takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass] Darkwing says, "Oh, alight. Since you ask so nicely!" Darkwing luaghs, letting go of the poor Autobot before taking another swing at him to knock him towards Windshear." Combat: Darkwing strikes Air Raid with his Punch attack! Patchwork got her feet under her...and then promptly taken out once again. Scorponok's backhand sends the teal medic reeling, landing on one knee as the world spins round her for one long moment. Okay, not such a good move...time for plan H... When she can get to her feet, that is... Combat: Patchwork takes extra time to steady herself. [Pass] First Aid waits those precious seconds while Greg arrives. He opens up his passenger side door for him, tires screeching once he's in. Patchwork buys him a distraction from Scorponok, and First Aid tears out towards the parking lot with all the EDCers inside. Hopefully Jayson is either in there as well or has made his own way out of here. Combat: First Aid sets his defense level to Guarded. Combat: First Aid begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Air Raid, Patchwork, Darkwing, and Windshear Combat: Carly Witwicky prepares Cambria Douglas for surgery, her COMBAT flag has been waived. Combat: Carly Witwicky expertly heals Cambria Douglas's injuries. Combat: Carly Witwicky is able to heal some of Cambria Douglas's internal damage. Greg leaps into First Aid's open door! "The sooner we're out of here, the better," he says, "JASE, COME ON!" Giant Scorpion is content to let First Aid go. That's one Autobot damaged and some EDCers seriously shot up. Turning back towards Air Raid he begins to approach, though it will be a minute or so before he is in melee range. Air Raid had seriously best not be there. Jayson Redfield comes running toward First Aid, trying to avoid any weaponfire that might come his way. Where has he been all this time? Who knows. It's a secret. Windshear grins at Darkwings comment and as the Aerialbot goes flying hes there to catch the wannabe flier and with a punch send him back toward Darkwing 'Think fast, Darkwing." he says as he swings. Combat: Windshear misses Air Raid with his right back at ya punch (Grab) attack! "Oof!" Raid smacks into Windshear, shaking his helm, but thankfully he manages to dodge the mech's push. This time he responds with his own dazed uppercut at Darkwing's chin. He's somehow oblivious to the giant scorpion. Combat: Air Raid strikes Darkwing with his Punch attack! Having caught her breath, so to speak, Patchwork pushes to her feet. She' snot in great shape, herself, but she's not about to let poor Air Raid be picked on lie this...! She moves, although not swiftly, with at least some decent speed towards Darkwing, pistol coming out as she moves and shoots...though firing on the run probably won't help her track record. Combat: Patchwork strikes Darkwing with her Pistol attack! Slowly and inexorably, the Giant Scorpion approaches Air Raid. Really, he's had every chance to know well enough to run away. He doesn't bother with finesse at all, lumbering through the remains of a concession stand as a claw extends . . .then he changes his mind, deciding instead to simply watch the beatings. Though, he's keeping a wary eye out for Patchwork. Darkwing grunts at the uppercut and staggers back a bit, only to get nicked by what Patchwork calls a blaster shot; barely even leaving a scortch mark on him. "Really now? Is this the Best the Autobots have now adays? I get better beatings from my own team mates." He luaghs and runs at Air Raid to try and ram him towards the large Archnid that just decided to sit there. Combat: Darkwing strikes Air Raid with his Ram attack! Air Raid spots that incoming claw, oh Primus - ! Oh... okay then? Phew! "Ackk!" Or not. Raid is sent tumbling into Scorponok. It's then that he realizes most everyone had retreated, aside from Patchwork. "..." Combat: Air Raid takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]
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* REPOSE** Windshear sees Scorponok coming and backs up. Hes not getting in the way of that, thats for sure, "Heads up Darkwing!" he says as he gets out of the way. He really doesnt feel safe being on the ground and leaps into the air at this point. Giant Scorpion seems to hardly move as Air Raid is sent tumbling into him. Now this, he really can't ignore even if he wasn't going to clobber him earlier. He transforms into robot mode, attempting to grab Air Raid by the neck and pick him up with a snarl. Without hesitating, if he managed to pick him up, he attempts to sling him at Patchwork as hard as he possibly can. Activating his transformation sequence, Scorponok begins to twist and shift. When the movement stops he stands before you in robot mode. Combat: Scorponok strikes Air Raid with his Toss The Soldier At The Medic Area attack! [Pulled -6] Combat: Scorponok strikes Patchwork with his Toss The Soldier At The Medic Area attack! [Pulled -6] "Air Raid, time to go!" Patchwork calls as she winces at the hit he takes. She looks from one to the other of the trio that are picking on the poor Aerielbot, and promptly 'thhhbts' at them. "Takes three of you against one lil' ol Air Raid? Haha!" Only to have Air Raid flung at her like a giant metal rag doll...and promptly pinning her under him. Combat: Patchwork takes extra time to steady herself. [Pass] Darkwing luaghs loudly "Oh yes! Now that's what I was hoping for!" Darkwing exclaims rather gleefully as Scorponok takes the offering and makes it a twofer. He jumps up into the sky, following Windshear's lead as he knows this could end up getting messy as the Green giant's gotten involved. Combat: Darkwing takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass] "Gahh!" Raid collides with Patchwork and sends them both tumbling through the snow. He slowly gets to his feet, dragging the medic with him. "Y'...yeah, think you're right. Let's get out of here." With a fierce glare at the two other fliers, he transforms and darts into the sky. Air Raid shifts and twists, pieces sliding into place to form his F-15 Eagle mode. Combat: F-15 Eagle begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Decepticon Shuttle Patchwork is left on the ground on her own, transforming once Raid takes to the air. She's far too ready to go, and proves it when she takes off. Combat: Patchwork begins retreating, leaving herself vulnerable to parting shots from F-15 Eagle , Decepticon Scorponok turns away once Patchwork retreats. "Pick up and get out." He says to Darkwind and Windshear. "We will not be here when renforcements arrive. You managed to fight surprisingly well." This is said to Darkwing in particular. Darkwing looks to Scorponok. "Making people suffer is a speciality of mine." He replies Tetrajet hovers in the air and merely wingrocks at Scorponoks comment and then he waits for Darkwing so they can get out of there.
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