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| - Beastbox is one of the most unaerodynamic looking things to ever soar over Cybertron, but there you have it. A flying gorilla. He circles the city below just staring at it. Catechism transforms to her jet mode, which is quite astoundingly simple for the coneheaded model that she is. Redshift transforms into his sleek spacecraft mode and takes to the air. Mirage emerges from the Central Stadium Arena Floor. Mirage has arrived. With the usual ratcheting sound, Boomslang spins and flips and turns into a fighter jet. Cutthroat is also circling, but more like a buzzard. He's not in his Wyvern mode yet. Now this is something he'd been eagerly looking forward to. Actual combat! He can beat up on his fellow Decepticons and not get in trouble for it! Gleefully he croaks out cackles of anticipation. Leaping into the air, Darkwing transforms into a Panavia Tornado GR1 fighter jet F/A-18E "Super Hornet" cruises into the city's airspace, slaloming between the advertising balloons to transform and touch down on the catwalk of a hovering billboard from which he can survey the area with his back covered. The F-18 produces that distinctive transformation sound as it flips around and pops out limbs to assume a humanoid shape. Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet enters the skies over Crystal City from the Great Arena, that he is still working on to make sure its fit for the likes of the Decepticons. He looks around and notes the Motormaster hasn't made it, he knew that the wannabe Prime wouldn't be here. Below, a new city has risen from the ashes of the original. Lofty indigo steel towers rise high into the air, graceful and symmetrical. At night, the crystals glitter in the cold starlight, serving both as illumination and as decoration, occasionally rivaled by a brilliant flash of rainbow light from Tria. During the day, they sparkle brightly with all the scintillating colors of the rainbow. Motormaster's truck mode doesn't fly. Consequently he's waiting for Darkwing back at the barracks. With so many Decepticons in combat, somebody will definitely need a surgeon, sooner or later, and so Hook and the other Constructicons came up with a fair method for determining which of their member would get this assignment. In the end, Scrapper just sent Hook by preying on the Surgeon's ego. He hovers in mid air, laser scalpel in one hand, and is relieved that he doesn't have to repair anyone yet. With an eight foot long section of six-inch re-bar and a bag of beryllium baloney sandwiches. F-35B "Lightning II" zooms into the area from space, which is the place! Beating up Autobots would be better than beating up her fellow Decepticons, but she'll settles for this, she supposes. Catechism remarks cheerly, "Ah, I love the location you've chosen! It's /fan/tastic." The red and black spaceship with the curved wings can only be one Decepticon(Or one other Decepticon but painted wrong!). Redshift streaks in from the thin, crystal clear atmosphere above Cybertron, his leading edges lighting up a dull, ruddy red as he cut through the air resistance like a hot knife; Approaching, it seems, just in time to start a few fires during the looming aerial battle. With several wrecked advertising skiffs, and a refueling blimp trailing behind her by their frayed cables and hoses, Fusillade loiters in the airspace several hundred feet above Beastbox. The bomber teases with near-stall speeds as she begins cruising past the stand of floating billboards that Boomslang is camped out in. However, Catechism's cheerful proclamation prompts her to barrel-roll, breaking away to join the female conehead. "Hey there! Uh... have you seen Dirge?" she asks without any benefit of transition. From his vantage point, Boomslang spots something below. "Is that..." Without warning Boomslang steps off his billboard and plunges down into the city, vanishing as he falls out of view. Combat: Boomslang activates his cloaking field and vanishes from sight! Motormaster has arrived. Boomslang descends towards the surface to the Memorial Square. Boomslang has left. From the stars above, Cyclonus descends in space-fighter mode, and flies past the contestants as his cockpit opens to allow Galvatron to burst free and approach the "arena," which in truth, is nothing more or less than the sky above Crystal City! However, Six Lasers is obligingly covering the event anyway, and they have numerous film crews flying about in civilian VTOL and anti-gravity vehicles, and there are hundreds of blimps floating around, their bloated sides projecting the names and logos of various sponsors. The skies are actually pretty crowded... which has Omega Supreme, who is watching from below even now, looking concerned. "Welcome, Decepticons!" Galvatron says as he throws his arms wide in a grand gesture. "Welcome to the Decepticon Free For All event! The rules are simple--there are none! Fight, win--it does not matter how you do this! *I* don't care, because *I* will be judging all of you, and I will only accept the strongest as the winner! Well..." He narrows his optics. "I suppose there's a *few* rules. DO NOT SHOW WEAKNESS, and DO NOT ANGER ME. If you do... you will suffer my considerable WRATH!" His visage softens slightly, and he says, "Now that that's over, let us begin! FIIIIIGHT!" Kenworth K100 Aerodyne decides eventually he's going to have to come looking for Darkwing. With a heavy boom he rockets up from the city center and lands on one of the skyscraper balconies. He's holding the aforementioned section of rebar. "Where's that squirming little wretch? I owe someone a crippling." With a loud clacking and grinding sound, Motormaster pulls himself up into his grim humanoid form. +POT Mirage is now observing. GAME: Galvatron rolls a (1000)-sided die: ROLL: #-1 NO SUCH OBJECT VISIBLE rolled a 940 ROLL: Catechism rolled a 847 ROLL: Redshift rolled a 769 ROLL: Cutthroat rolled a 526 ROLL: Hook rolled a 366 ROLL: Beastbox rolled a 363 ROLL: Darkwing rolled a 341 ROLL: Motormaster rolled a 276 "Whooooooooooooooooo!" Fusillade hoots as Galvatron makes his proclamation, and turns them loose. She nearly mows over Catechism in her enthusiasm to get to a target. "Hmm, someone I haven't worked with or fought alongside in a while... Ah-HA!" The bomber sleeks back her wings, and begins barreling toward Cutthroat. When she gets closer to the Terrorcon, she transforms, dropping the debris that she had picked up. "Hey, how's it goin'?" she chirps out, sending an argon laser lovetap his way. The sleek bomber rears up, wings collapsing onto hips even as the rear fuselage splits to form arms. The horizontal stabilizer slides up, the forward fuselage folds up accordian style, and Fusillade hops up on thrustered feet. Combat: Fusillade sets her defense level to Aggressive. Combat: Fusillade strikes Cutthroat with her Nose-Mounted Laser (Laser) attack! What, is Fusillade stereotyping Catechism, assuming that she knows where Dirge is, just because her head is pointed like his and they both wear their wings down and really have a lot of black and blue on them? But Catechism shows no affront in her answer, "Sorry, Fusillade. I haven't seen Dirge in ages! He might be off getting wasted with Ramjet?" The F-35 tips a bit on her longitudinal axis, 'shrugging'. And then Fusillade again uses her mysterious nose laser; what does it mean!? But Catechism decides that she has designs on Motormaster at the moment. Why? Because he's there. Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" strikes Motormaster with her Because He's There attack! [Pulled -3] Redshift has arrived just in time to catch Galvatron's proclaimation, and this is one space corsair who's ready to fight! He circles the airspace, trying to get a bead on the participants amidst the blimps and other floating obstacles in his way. A lot of tough opponents, and ones he's unsure of as well, having never encountered Hook, cutthroat, or the flying purple monkey in a fight before. If Hook can shoot with the perfection and skill with which he can weld, that's going to be a problem. The purple monkey down below will make a wonderful opening target, however. "Always fun to knock Soundwave's little brats around!" He cries, just as he swoops down suddenly upon Beastbox, lasers streaking haphazardly. Combat: Red Spacecraft sets his defense level to Guarded. Combat: Red Spacecraft strikes Beastbox with his Laser attack! Cutthroat squawks when the laser hits. "Awk, me shred! Me rip to pieces!" He dives at Fusillade. His fists out as he tries to clobber her good. "Me feel better when everybody torn apart!" Combat: Cutthroat misses Fusillade with his No Mercy! attack! Hook's last pose: With so many Decepticons in combat, somebody will definitely need a surgeon, sooner or later, and so Hook and the other Constructicons came up with a fair method for determining which of their member would get this assignment. In the end, Scrapper just sent Hook by preying on the Surgeon's ego. He hovers in mid air, laser scalpel in one hand, and is relieved that he doesn't have to repair anyone yet. Hook, with his scalpel still in hand, flies about, trying to gauge the damage done thus far, but does not interfere, preferring to keep a healthy distance, and sighs, "I wish Scrapper were here. He is far better suited to these duties. He even has a flying alternate transformation mode. He'd fit right in with this lot." Still, this is work, even if it's not enjoyable. Combat: Hook sets his defense level to Protected. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Hook has 'skipped' his action for this round. Beastbox stops sight seeing the city below, the danger of the event start overides his sense of curiousity. He clenches his fists, punches them together twice, and then flies at a billboard, clings to its side, and levels his arm at ~WA-CHOOM WA-CHOOM~ From above Redshifts fire cuts through Beastbox. He roars, clutching at the still ot laser scores across his new armor. That decides it. Beastbox launches and points his arm at the Red Spacecraft, barrel holes revealed at his wrists as he bends his fists down. Wee lasers go pewpewpewpewpewpew! Combat: Beastbox sets his defense level to Aggressive. Combat: Beastbox misses Red Spacecraft with his Flying Monkey with Fricken Lasers (Laser) attack! Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet says, "Ah, Glad to see you had the bolts to join us Motormaster. Hopifully you won't get Airsick away from your precious ground." Darkwing chuckles, seeing the Stunticon leader arrive late to the party. "I almost didn't expect you to show up, big winded 'cons like you rarily do." The dour Aerospace XO exclaims as he opens fire on Motormaster." Combat: Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet sets his defense level to Fearless. Combat: Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet strikes Motormaster with his Electro-Kinetic Blasters attack! As missiles bombard the building Motormaster is standing on, the Stunticon Commander spots his target and brings his own weaponry into play. His right arm splits open in two places and a long, greasy-looking black device unfolds from it and locks around his wrist. "I might surprise you," he replies. He knew, of course, that Darkwing was going to go for the electro-kinetic blasters. Fortunately, Motormaster's weapon is already indiscriminate! With a chugging blare the cyclone cannon's engine fires up, turbines sucking in air and ejecting it with torque applied to it. A swirling whirlwind spirals out of the end of the cannon, twisting up to threaten to engulf several of the combatants! Combat: Motormaster sets his defense level to Protected. Combat: Motormaster's Small Craft Advisory attack on Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet goes wild! Combat: Motormaster misses Cutthroat with his Small Craft Advisory (Full-Auto) Area attack! [Pulled -1] Combat: Motormaster's Small Craft Advisory attack on Hook goes wild! Combat: Motormaster strikes Fusillade with his Small Craft Advisory (Full-Auto) Area attack! [Pulled -1] Combat: Motormaster's Small Craft Advisory attack on Cutthroat goes wild! Combat: Motormaster misses Red Spacecraft with his Small Craft Advisory (Full-Auto) Area attack! [Pulled -1] Combat: Motormaster's Small Craft Advisory attack on Beastbox goes wild! Combat: Motormaster strikes Fusillade with his Small Craft Advisory (Full-Auto) Area attack! [Pulled -1] Apparently it is also a large craft advisory. Galvatron folds his arms as he watches the fighting thus far. Lots of flying around, skirmishing, the usual sort of testing your opponents sort of thing. He notices something off to the side--Hook appears to be not taking part just yet! Galvatron's optics narrow as he glares at him. He might not approve of Hook's strategy! "Remember, everyone!" Galvatron says to the group as a whole. "I detest weakness, so keep that in mind as you participate in this event!..." The advertising blimps and billboards manage to swerve out of the way of most of the gunfire, but Motormaster's tornado attack sends some of the blimps bumping into each other, and bouncing around like ping pong balls. Fusillade leans forward, wingblades whipping out to their full span, even as her arms lock backward in place as the rear fuselage. Her torso folds out to the become the cockpit of a space capable B-1R Lancer, ready for flight! Fusillade's hands latch onto her wingblades, unfurling them and snapping them upright. Cutthroat's fists and expletives bang and scrape against their pleated surfaces, and with a grunt of effort, Fusillade shoves the Terrorcon away with a derisive snort. "Oh, I wouldn't want to disappoint you, so I'll get right on that whole making you feel better thing," she coos out. She's winding up to counter-attack Cutthroat when Motormaster's attack engulfs her. "AW *&!(*$ NO!" she says as the bulk of a blimp plows into her. "DARKWING! You're so nasty that Motormaster's attacks didn't want to hit you! And as for YOU, tall dark and gruesome, LEARN TO AIM BETTER! Where in the smelt did you get that cursed thing from?!" She soars out from the silhouette of the blimp in her bomber mode, and proceeds to dish out punishment on Motormaster -- and his main opponent. Combat: Space-Going B-1R Lancer misses Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet with her Bombs Area attack! Combat: Space-Going B-1R Lancer misses Motormaster with her Bombs Area attack! F-35B "Lightning II" emerges unscathed, thus far! Hmm, maybe pretending to be Dirge has something going for it. Perhap she could buy some fear jets on NewEgg when they come on special... Okay, she hit Motormaster because he was there, and that's great, but how about someone a bit harder to hit, like... Catechism changes her vectors and flies off after trickier prey. "Hey, how's it going, Redshift?" BLAM! Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" misses Red Spacecraft with her Saluations attack! [Pulled -4] The red spacer pulls up from his swift dive, fighting the inexorable pull of gravity and breaking away from his dive. As he pulls up, he banks aside, letting Beastbox's lasers fly upwards and leaving Redshift unscathed. "A pitiful display, monkey! Why don't you go climb a tree intead of pretending you can fight?" He goads, before pulling up higher into the blimp-filled sky. Of course, even though he's leaving Beastbox behind, he's not forgotten; Redshift just has a little something special in mind for the cassette. Redshift flies up, up, UP, outpacing Catechism's munitions and then unleashes a volley of indescriminate firebombs back down upon Beastbox, the city below, and anyone else that gets in the way! And also at Hook, for being afraid to join the fray! Combat: Red Spacecraft sets his defense level to Fearless. Combat: Red Spacecraft strikes Beastbox with his Phosphorous Bombs Area attack! Combat: That attack has temporarily affected Beastbox's Accuracy. (Blinded) Combat: Red Spacecraft misses Hook with his Phosphorous Bombs Area attack! Combat: Red Spacecraft 's Phosphorous Bombs attack on F-35B "Lightning II" goes wild! Combat: Red Spacecraft misses Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet with his Phosphorous Bombs Area attack! Combat: Red Spacecraft 's Phosphorous Bombs attack on Cutthroat goes wild! Combat: Red Spacecraft strikes Cutthroat with his Phosphorous Bombs Area attack! Combat: That attack has temporarily affected Cutthroat's Accuracy. (Blinded) Cutthroat sputters as he's pushed away, but fortunately the pushing and shoving got him out of the way of Motormaster's tornado. "Awk!" he sqawks, as Redshift's bombs of bright light blind him, so he pauses until the bright white light he's seeing in his optical field clears.. "No can see! Awk!" Combat: Cutthroat takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass] Hook flies over towards Lord Galvatron, and folds his arms, "So far, so good. Everyone seems to be holding up against the duress. Although I fail to see why we must expend resources fighting amongst ourselves when there are other, far more worthy targets, like a certain flaming . . ." and then he covers his optics as a Phosphorous Bomb explodes nearby, but not close enough to do any real damage. "Try to be more careful with those Redshift, or else I'll drop you the bottom of my repair list." The Global Pose Tracker marks that Hook has 'skipped' his action for this round. Beastbox grunts as a great wind cyclone comes from below, but he only catches a weak edge of the inexact assault. It probably makes for some fun cloud watching formations. And then an explosion of contagion rocks him, turning the lavenger robo-ape somewhat green... even his optics. He flies for any indistinct shape that looks big enough to find some cover in to buy a moment. "Rrrrazzlefrazzlefrickenfraknogooddirty..." Combat: Beastbox sets his defense level to Protected. Combat: Beastbox takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass] Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet chuckles as he watches Mototmaster attack the other Decepticons. And then shows off his aerial agility as he avoids the bombs and explosions coming at him. "I'm surprised your large aft avoided those bombs." Darkwing states as he opens fire on Motormaster once more. Combat: Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet misses Motormaster with his Electro-Kinetic Blasters attack! "It has its uses," Motormaster replies to Fusillade, swinging the muzzle of his cyclone gun towards the falling bomb. The howling tornado catches the bomb and misdirects it, sending it spinning out to tumble down into the city where it detonates with a distant hollow boom. "I'm full of surprises," Motormaster replies, winding down the cyclone gun and stowing it back in his arm. He stabs a hand into the building behind him and swings around the corner, brachiating with his powerful arms; the electron bursts crackle harmlessly into the masonry as Motormaster climbs. Combat: Motormaster takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass] Galvatron stares at Hook as the Constructicon flies over towards him, mouth slightly open. "I... what? Hook, do you know what this event is for? It's a Free For All, dammit! It's an event, and it's not a waste of time and resources because IT AMUSES ME, or it's supposed to! Now get back in there, Hook, and start fighting, or you will face ME!" And on that note, he punts Hook back into the "arena!" Meanwhile, Omega Supreme frowns as Redshift's firebombs begin to rain down indiscriminately on his city, and he quickly transforms into rocket mode! "FIRE SUPPRESSION SYSTEMS: ACTIVATED," he booms as his massive form sweeps through the city, spraying down the fires with flame-retardant foam. +POT Galvatron is no longer observing. Combat: Galvatron strikes Hook with his GET IN THERE (Kick) attack! "Huh, that's kinda cool," Fusillade remarks to Motormaster's cunning, forgetting to be upset about her bombs not hitting their targets -- namely because they detonate unceremoniously against the shimmering metropolis of Crystal City. "Not having any grudges kind of sucks," she says indecisively, before climbing in altitude to avoid any possible counter-attacks from Omega Supreme. "Hmm, I guess you'll do," Fusillade says non-commitally to Redshift, aiming to make his black parts a little bit larger. Combat: Space-Going B-1R Lancer misses Red Spacecraft with her Disruptor attack! F-35B "Lightning II" is still untouched, because Redshift's bombs like Darkwing better than her, which probably stiill doesn't make Darkwing happy. She calls out, "Hey, Fusillade!" and then promptly tries to shoot Beastbox, in the world's most half-hearted fake-out ever. Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" misses Beastbox with her Not A Banana attack! [Pulled -4] "Wat?" %r "For the amount of Decepticons here, I sure don't hear a lot of SHOOTING!" Redshift squeals as he circles the perimeter. His firebombs certainly did shake things up however. "Even got ol' Omega up off his butt to join in!" He adds, although Omega is just spraying fire-retardant foam. Party pooper. Even flying around brazenly, Redshift is too quick for Fusillade's disruptor, and he quickly replies by transforming and firing off his plasma rifle. The sleek red spacecraft transforms into the winged warrior Redshift. Combat: Redshift sets his defense level to Neutral. Combat: Redshift misses Space-Going B-1R Lancer with his Incinerator Rifle attack! [Pulled -3] Cutthroat gets impatient waiting for his vision to clear. He angrily targets the one who blinded him. "Wark, you get blasted!" he says, aiming his weapon at the speedy little red spacecraft and pulling the trigger. He's definitely not a happy Terrorcon. Combat: Cutthroat misses Redshift with his OW MY EYES! (Disruptor) attack! Hook's optics were spared the brunt of Redshift's phosphorous bomb attack, but it did do some damage. He brings out some kind of cleaning solulution, which he just completes applying when he hears Galvatron screaming at him. Oh, it's one of those days. He had hoped for the rational, strategic Galvatron today, not the insane, wild one. As Galvatron's foot is brought to Hook's back, it bends the crane portion of him, and he is sent flying, uncontrollably, down towards the ground, right to his old friend Omega Supreme, getting first clipped by the rocket, he's pretty sure that was deliberate, and a hefty dose of fire retardant foam, which he's pretty sure was coincidental. "Con that smarts! Oh well," and he first transforms a hand into a nozzle, which sprays something to wash away the foam, then he goes about doing some minor repairs. He never thought the first Decepticon he'd have to work on was himself, however. Combat: Hook quickly patches up some of his minor injuries. Beastbox grumbles as his systems need to work off the effects of the phosphorus bomb. He 'looks' out at the vague moving blurs and levels his arm at something that seems to have taken a shot at him but hit nothing but the edge of the cover he took. Now it's a bit on fire. His arm blasters return fire at the tricky shape. Combat: Beastbox sets his defense level to Neutral. Combat: Beastbox misses F-35B "Lightning II" with his Lone Gunmonkey Behind the Flaming Gnoll (Pistol) attack! Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet doesn't seem to care about the others attackign him. He was used to pain and suffering; so what was a ittle more while trying to teach the Prime Wannabe a thing or two? At least he's not Dreadwing, then he'd be complaining about all the 'attention' he was getting. Luckily Darkwing thrives and love battle, as its a chance in inflict the same pain and suffering on others. He watches as Motormaster makes sue of the building to deflect his attack. "So you are slightly smarter then I give you credit for." He admits begrudgingly, as he takes his time to plot his next move. Combat: Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass] Combat: Darkwing uses up a charge on his High-Throttle Energy Drink booster pack! Motormaster attains the top of the skyscraper and launches off of it in a rocket-assisted lunge, the length of rebar whistling towards Darkwing as Motormaster brings it down. He's not deigning to use his sword. Maybe it's too big and awkward for this kind of engagement. Maybe he's making a statement of some kind. "Slightly," Motormaster agrees gravely as he plunges towards Darkwing, one hand outstretched and the other gripping the six inch thick steel rod. Combat: Motormaster sets his defense level to Fearless. Combat: Motormaster misses Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet with his Humiliating Rebar Whipping attack! Galvatron shakes his head as he watches Hook repair himself instead of joining the fray. "*Intellectuals*," he grumbles contemptuously, then a sudden gust of turbulence catches him, and sends him spinning through the air! "What the--" Galvatron says, and when he rights himself, he sees what it is! "Omega Supreme!? But... we're fighting OUTSIDE of your city! Technically!" Omega Supreme had rushed up from below into the arena in rocket mode, and he booms, "EXCUSES: INSUFFICIENT. DECEPTICONS: RECKLESS. CONSEQUENCES: INEVITABLE." And he transforms in mid-air, and as a martial artist might snatch a fly from the air, Omega snatches Redshift from the air, catching him in his massive claw arm and giving him a horrendous squeeze before he releases his grip, and sends Redshift flying with a blast from the flamethrower built into the same arm. "SUGGESTION: EXERCISE GREATER CAUTION," Omega booms as he transforms and flies back down to his city. Galvatron clenches his fist and seethes at what Omega did to his soldier, but he does nothing about it, both because of the truce and because of Omega's power. Breakdown and Soundwave aren't here to help him, anyway. "Huh," Fusillade mutters with a flick of nose canards as Catechism calls her name and then proceeds to miss Beastbox. "SPEAK FOR YOURSELF!" Fusillade transforms back to robot mode as she replies to Redshift, and gives him a helping of her own rather unpredictable ammunition. Hers is a searing magenta raspberry flavor, unlike his phosphorus white-hot wasabi flavored weapons of choice. -fwoomp- Oh. It's going right for Omega's fist... The sleek bomber rears up, wings collapsing onto hips even as the rear fuselage splits to form arms. The horizontal stabilizer slides up, the forward fuselage folds up accordian style, and Fusillade hops up on thrustered feet. Combat: Fusillade misses Redshift with her Plasma Caster attack! Redshift doesn't know what kind of weapon Cutthroat fired at him, and he doesn't really care, as long as it misses! Even in his robot mode he's fast enough to outpace many Decepticons. He opens his mouh to gloat to the lowly Terrorcon, when suddenly Omega Supreme looms large in his vision. "Buh-buh but it was an accident! Really!" Redshift stammers, backing up fearfully. Still, as fast as he is, ha cannot escape the long arm of the law! CRUNCH CRUNCH CHABOOM Combat: Redshift damages himself. Combat: Redshift falls to the ground, unconscious. Cutthroat hovers around, noticing that his intended target fell...though not by his hands. That didn't matter. The Terrocon squawks in triumph as if he'd delivered the final blow. Then he goes looking for a more cooperative target. He spots Motormaster. "Caw, you have wheels. You look like Autobot! Good enough for me!" Combat: Cutthroat strikes Motormaster with his Laser attack! F-35B "Lightning II" evades Beastbox, though her shot does not connect, so everyone is disappointed, doubtless. Motormaster, Redshift, Beastbox... hey, why not? Darkwing. But next time. She feels mysteriously tired. Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" sets her defense level to Fearless. Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" takes extra time to steady herself. [Pass] Hook's optics go wide as he sees the acrobatic stunt Omega Supreme just pulled, "He's been practicing," comments the Surgical Engineer. With the sight of Redshift falling, unconsciously, fast, Hook does something that surprises even him. He ceases his repairs, and moves towards his fellow Decepticon, catching him in mid fall, and long before he falls to the ground and Omega's clutches again, "I've got you Redshift, oofh, you've really filled your cargo hold." Slugging the Decepticon onto his shoulders, fireman style, he flies over to one of the waiting platforms, and lays him down. Exposing his back to the battle, he begins some emergency repairs, nothing too important, just enough to get him functional enough to fly and observe, at which point he'll pass him on to one of the lesser medics. The Global Pose Tracker marks that Hook has 'skipped' his action for this round. Beastbox abandons the flaming hover-whateveritis and decides to drop .... and drop... and drop down towards Motormaster. He fires up his antigravs at a ridiculously near suicidal proximity and latch onto Motormaster! He withdraws a pair of stasiscuffs and tries latching them onto the Combaticon to slow him down... but can he move with enough speed and force to accomplish such a bold tactic? Combat: Beastbox sets his defense level to Fearless. Combat: Beastbox strikes Motormaster with his "Slap the Stasis Cuffs on him" attack! Combat: That attack has temporarily limited Motormaster's Agility! (Crippled) Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet watches at Motormaster uses the rebar to try and fling himself at the Aerospace XO, coming closer, and closer, untill Darkwing uses a barrel roll at the last second, cuasing the large 'com to get miss epicly which gets a big luagh out of the normally dour jet. "Going to have to do better then that!" He says as he watches the two primatives team up on his rival, and of course since he's /got/ to play fair, he decides to go after another target. He turns and heads towards the other fighters and opens fire on them, haphazardly. Combat: Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet misses Fusillade with his Full-Auto Area attack! Combat: Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet strikes F-35B "Lightning II" with his Full-Auto Area attack! Combat: Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet misses Hook with his Full-Auto Area attack! Combat: Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet misses Beastbox with his Full-Auto Area attack! Combat: Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet strikes Cutthroat with his Full-Auto Area attack! Motormaster sails past Darkwing and lands heavily on a nearby rooftop, with a purple ape clinging to him and slowing him down by doing so. Cutthroat's laser has scored a black scorch mark across his armor, but the ape actually seems to have more of an effect. "You don't want any of this, Baby Apeface," Motormaster rumbles, transforming into his little-seen base mode. The clamp arm on top of the crusher extends and lashes outwards, electromagnet buzzing as Motormaster tries to draw in Darkwing close enough that he can catch him with the snapping claw and stuff him into the gnashing grinder. Rearranging himself with a loud grinding sound, Motormaster transforms into a piece of large industrial machinery sporting a menacing crane. Combat: Hydraulic Press strikes Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet with his Industrial Reprocessing attack! Galvatron shakes his head as Hook sets himself to repairing Redshift instead of fighting, but he lets it slide because it spares him from having to make the effort himself. As for Omega, he did give Fusillade a rather stern look when her ammunition impacted with his claw rather than with Redshift, but he decided to fly away in any case because, heck, mutilating one Decepticon is enough (for now) and it was *probably* an accident. She best check herself, though! "Oh no, oh no, no no no!" Fusillade exclaims in a panic after her shot as it sails toward the guardian. It splashes incandescently againt his reinforced armor, and for a long, awkward moment, she hangs midair, stupefied in terror. After clapping her jaw back shut, she begins glancing around for a viable target, when she lays optics on "I guess it's animal attraction," Fusillade deadpans in regard to the ape and azharchid attacking the Stunticon commander, before she recoils with a faint 'ew' and raised fan to shield her face from any splattering bits of Darkwing. "Kinda reminds me of the match with Jetfire, just kept missing til KAPOW!" She plows her fist into the palm of her other hand with a nasty laugh, before clicking heels to gain altitude. "I suppose there's something to be said for consistancy, though, so Cutthroat, I guess it's time to play with you again. No bombs though, just a lovetap, I don't wanna get pasted by the Guardian! Or at least drop anything while he's still looking." Combat: Fusillade strikes Cutthroat with her Nickel-Plated Sidearm BLAST! (Laser) attack! F-35B "Lightning II" is blasted by Darkwing! That rather smarts, and she recalls that she was going to shoot him anyway. Then she recalls that she can blow him up, and that's better. She can, in fact, blow up everyone here, she realises! Demolition is a fun hobby, and they will take her fuses away from her locked, dead hands. She drops out her latest crude effort and then zooms towards the sky to outrun the blast front. Catechism calls out with glee, "Bomb's away!" Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" strikes Fusillade with Dumb Bomb's Huge Explosion #9868 Area attack! Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" 's Dumb Bomb is destroyed! Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" strikes Cutthroat with Dumb Bomb's Huge Explosion #9868 Area attack! Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" strikes Hook with Dumb Bomb's Huge Explosion #9868 Area attack! Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" misses Beastbox with Dumb Bomb's Huge Explosion #9868 Area attack! Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" strikes Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet with Dumb Bomb's Huge Explosion #9868 Area attack! Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" misses Hydraulic Press with Dumb Bomb's Huge Explosion #9868 Area attack! Battered from every angle! The Terrorcon flails from the accumulated damage and is completely distracted from the little tap. Enraged, he launches himself at Catechism. "GRAWK!" is all he says as he transforms and lashes with feet and beak. Cutthroat eagerly folds out into his bird-monster form. Combat: Mechanical Wyvern strikes F-35B "Lightning II" with his When Animals attack! Hook is in the middle of minor surgery on Redshift when bullets fly by, missing him, but destroying one of his tools, puncturing his operating table, and striking his patient. He pivots in the air, "These conditions are intolerable! Darkwing, you detestable piece of scrap metal, you struck my tool from my hand!" No mention is given to the hole he caused in Redshift." He seems to breath in and out, steadying himself, and looks downward, "Omega, get ready to catch some shrapnel." With that, he ignites his lightsabre, which glows in a violet hue, and flies towards the Powermaster, although as he enters the fray, he finds himself in the middle of aerial bombardment, bursting to the left, right, and unfortunately, centre. Combat: Hook strikes Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet with his Lightsabre (Disruptor) attack! Beastbox leaps off of Motormaster and circles around out of harms way from Darkwing's ADHD firings. He then watches as his stasis cuffs disappear into the Stunticon commanders transformation somewhere and just headscratches. This high altitude arena is never dull for a moment as Beastbox must leap and soar away from Catechism's bomb going off. He avoids the blast with little up here to make shrapnel. The words of warning from Motormaster mean nothing to him except to provoke him into laying into Motormaster more. He leaps upon him and starts roaring at damaging decibel levels in combination with pounding his fists most violently running up and down the length of the Press. "WHATS MY NAME!? SAY MY NAME!" Combat: Beastbox strikes Hydraulic Press with his Interrogation attack! Combat: Your COMBAT flag has been cleared. Okay, yeah that hurt. Really Hurt. The dark gray jet is rather smashed up from that last attack. Once more being made glad that he got that upgraded armor from Hook, or else he'd have crumpled up really bad. Right as he starts pulling away, Cate's bomb goes off hurting him even further. He Transforms to his robot mode, looking rather banged up as well as rather pissed off, He attempts to Grab the stupid Prime wannabe and throw him off the roof. Combat: Panavia Tornado GR1 Fighter Jet sets his defense level to Protected. With the sound ot turnign gears ans shifting metal, Darkwing changes into his ever blue robot mode. Combat: Darkwing strikes Hydraulic Press with his Grab attack! The minibase is far too massive for Darkwing to pick up, although Beastbox's pounding is a definite distraction. "Your name is Scrap," the base declares, the clamp arm reaching for Beastbox to try to grab the little purple ape. "Hook!" booms the minibase, as it executes this maneuver. "Get up here and make yourself useful! Repairs would be welcome!" Combat: Hydraulic Press strikes Beastbox with his Put Da Clamps On 'Im attack! [Pulled -6] Galvatron allows himself a moment to relax this time and just take in the destruction unfolding around him. He manages a chuckle as Catechism's bomb rips through the arena, and as a little monkey beats up on a hydraulic press. "Heh. Heheh." That bomb, however, popped several blimps, sending them falling to the ground. Fortunately, though, the passenger sections have backup parachutes, which deploy to save the passengers. Not that Galvatron really cares. Kr-THOOM!- Catechism's bomb detonates, striking Fusillade, fracturing space tiles and kinking some of her ailerons. "GAH! STUPID! DUMB! BOMB!" However, the pain from the explosion piques her competitive edge! "WELL now that's more like -OW- it, haha! Lemme try!" She transforms into her big fat stupid bomber mode, and gains altitude, sizing up the others present, and dumping out a set of Mk. 84's from her forward weapons stores on Catechism and a pair of other unfortunates. Combat: Fusillade sets her defense level to Fearless. Fusillade leans forward, wingblades whipping out to their full span, even as her arms lock backward in place as the rear fuselage. Her torso folds out to the become the cockpit of a space capable B-1R Lancer, ready for flight! Combat: Space-Going B-1R Lancer strikes F-35B "Lightning II" with her Bombs Area attack! Combat: Space-Going B-1R Lancer strikes Darkwing with her Bombs Area attack! Combat: Darkwing falls to the ground, unconscious. Combat: Space-Going B-1R Lancer strikes Beastbox with her Bombs Area attack! F-35B "Lightning II" fondly regards her bomb's work. She is mildly embarassed that she hit the jets and missed Motomaster, though. She is so busy fondly regarding the explosions that she misses out that Fusillade is the Demon Queen of Blowing Stuff and is ripped into by hot concussive force and slammed into a floating platform that then falls out from under her. Catechism barely manages to restart her engine, and she opens on the whols field, spinning on multiple axes to spray out lasers. Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" misses Space-Going B-1R Lancer with her Full-Auto Area attack! Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" strikes Mechanical Wyvern with her Full-Auto Area attack! Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" misses Hook with her Full-Auto Area attack! Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" strikes Beastbox with her Full-Auto Area attack! Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" strikes Hydraulic Press with her Full-Auto Area attack! Another round of attacks nails Cutthroat, and he's clearly not pleased at all. He goes to try to pluck the monkey off a spire and peck at him. Combat: Mechanical Wyvern misses Beastbox with his PECKPECKPECK! (Punch) attack! "Motormaster, I am afraid that Darkwing assaulted my patient. Even if it is Redshift, it is simply not done. As a result, I am currently engaged with Redshift's would be assassin. I will tend to your injuries at the first opportunity. Even one as impressive as I cannot be in two locations at once." He has this seemingly pleasant conversation as he repeatedly and viciously sticks out his lightsabre, severing servos, fuel lines, and any router he can find. Alas, as he's just warming up, Catechism finishes off the Powermaster, "I hadn't even gotten warmed up yet!" And so he dives after the target, trying to catch it before Darkwing falls to Omega Supreme, "I'll be with you momentarily Motormaster." The Global Pose Tracker marks that Hook has 'skipped' his action for this round. Darkwing falls backwards off the the building as Fusi's bombs hitting him, knocking the powermaster offline as he hits the ground of Crystal City, with a since hard bounce from the veloicty of his fall. He knew he wasn't going to win, the Universe isn't kind enough for that, but even in his unconscious state he can take solice in the fact that it was another jet that did him in rather then the Autobot wannabe. Beastbox is grabbed by the hydraulic press and feels his joints become bent slightly out of shape before he worms out of the grip. "WRONG CRYBABY! I'M BEASTBOX!" He is just about to lay into Motormaster some more when a mad bomber pours some sugar on him and some other folks he doesn't care about. The explosions burn and billow all around him, roughly throwing the Cassetticon sized fighter around. His sensors crackle with damage and interference. But he gets up, recovering from the blast... He knuckle-shambles out of the smoke and locks his attention onto Motormaster again, leap-frogging over Cutthroat to get to him even. As for his fighting spirit, he cranks it up another notch now, moving from raging violence... to unbridled. Oh yes, he means to lay the hurting on now. Combat: Beastbox strikes Hydraulic Press with his Unbridled Violence attack! "You should teach Reflector to be a cyberphysician," Motormaster suggests to Hook as he reassembles himself from his increasingly ape-battered base mode into his broad-shouldered robot mode. "As he CAN be in more than one place at one time." He walks to the edge and peers off of it after the feeble, helpless, pathetic, all-too-easily-defeated Darkwing. "Shame. I was just starting to get to work on him." But then Cutthroat comes swooping in, pecking at him! Pecking at the ape, more precisely, but since the ape is ON Motormaster it's basically the same thing. Motormaster reaches out with a thick-fingered hand to try to catch Cutthroat by the neck. "Idiot beast. Hun-Grrr must've taught you that lack of respect. I sense his boorish hand in your savage and irresponsible upbringing." With a loud clacking and grinding sound, Motormaster pulls himself up into his grim humanoid form. Combat: Motormaster strikes Mechanical Wyvern with his Neck Wringing attack! Galvatron just rubs his face in discontentment as Hook yet again doesn't really take part in the fight. "Fortunately not all of my Decepticons are above senseless violence," he mutters, as he resumes watching the other Decepticons beat and blast each other. He's pretty impressed by the jets' spraying random destruction everywhere, though they manage to score a few more floating advertisements in the process. "YAY Omega Supreme isn't going to KILL ME, they all actually hit other Decepticons!" Fusillade tumbles mid-air in relief. She whips past Galvatron's box seats, and doesn't press the matter about bombing, for now. "One down," she murmurs in concentration to herself, before peppering Motormaster with some light argon disruptor blasts. Combat: Space-Going B-1R Lancer sets her defense level to Neutral. Combat: Space-Going B-1R Lancer strikes Motormaster with her Disruptor attack! F-35B "Lightning II" comes away unscathed after... trying her best to blow everyone the slag up. Twice. What does a girl need to do to draw some aggro around her!? Shr transforms, drawing her two-tailled whip, which is really quite ridiculously long when completely unfurled, and she charged it up and casts out her lines at as many people as a whirling dervish can. XF-35B Astral Lightning transforms into robot form. Catechism's feet unfold, her arms unfold out of her body, her nosecone rotates through her body and ends up on her shoulders to expose her face, and her wings rotate into position. Combat: Catechism strikes Space-Going B-1R Lancer with her Whiplash Whirlwind Area attack! Combat: Catechism strikes Motormaster with her Whiplash Whirlwind Area attack! Combat: Catechism strikes Beastbox with her Whiplash Whirlwind Area attack! Combat: Beastbox falls to the ground, unconscious. Combat: Catechism misses Hook with her Whiplash Whirlwind Area attack! Combat: Catechism misses Mechanical Wyvern with her Whiplash Whirlwind Area attack!
* COUGH COUGH HACK GAG HACK COUGH SQAWK* The Mechanical Wyvern's neck is wrung like a terran chicken! When his vocalizer is no longer being MASH-agged, he manages to croak out, "You no make sense!" A whirlwind whips past him, and his attention is again diverted. "BRAWWWWK!" he shrieks at Catechism, opening his jagged beak and letting a gout of fire flow forth. Combat: Mechanical Wyvern misses Catechism with his Fire Breath attack! Beastbox registers zero reaction to his administrations from Motormaster as the Stunticon deals with Cutthroat. Not even a grunt of brief discomfort. This snaps him out of his rage focus and he gets a look of disgust. Must have his pain receptors turned off, the big jerk. That's no fun. Beastbox leaps off the giant and starts to fly looking to go lay some violence onto the pacifist Hook when Catechism tames the savage beast with her whiplash, cutting right through his torso from collar to mid chest plate where is pulls out. His internals breached, Beastbox loses consciousness and plummets from the tower like King Kong. Beauty killed the beast. - Jack Black Motormaster actually said something that made Hook pause in his patch job on Darkwing. "Reflector as a physician, he is relatively intelligent, especially compared to this menagerie. Yes, it definitely has possibilities." He files that thought away, and will revisit it when he is not in the middle of a combat zone. Cutting his anti-gravity unit, he drops down at the regular rate for Cybertron, which is thankfully enough for him to evade that whirlwind attack by Catechism. "Careful there, will no one respect the sanctity of the operating table?" Shaking his head and a fist, he decides to confront the jet, but along the way, a cassette falls. Catching him, rather than spending the time to repair him, he gives him a kick, sending him towards an operating table. Apparently he's a do as I say, not as I do type of physician. But as he kicks the cassette, a fist disconnected, which Hook grabs out of the air, "Hmm, maybe there's something still in this." Combat: Hook misses Catechism with his Monkey Paw attack! Battered by Beastbox, frotzed by Fusillade and carved by Catechism, Motormaster takes up the jawbone of an ass and slays forty thousand... correction, he takes up a zeppelin docking tower, snapping it off of the roof he's fighting on, and lays about himself with it as a sort of makeshift bludgeon. A low swing for Cutthroat, a high and fast one for Catechism, a leaping swipe at Fusillade's underbelly as she roars past overhead. "Focus, Hook! It would be very easy for me to demolish you! If you make yourself useful to me, I MAY let you have the Bronze." Combat: Motormaster sets his defense level to Protected. Combat: Motormaster misses Mechanical Wyvern with his Cuttin' a Hickory Switch (Ruckus) Area attack! [Pulled -1] Combat: Motormaster strikes Space-Going B-1R Lancer with his Cuttin' a Hickory Switch (Ruckus) Area attack! [Pulled -1] The sizzling sound of charged metal slicing through air is chilling, only to be replaced with a white flash of pain receding into white noise as Catechism's whip bites into the fairing over Fusillade's left engine nacelle. An entire chunk of armor goes sailing off, and there's an audible 'owwwwwwww' over the racket of her engine exhaust. And then, the Astro-Hindenburg 5000 looms up in front of her. "Wha?" the aircraft asks dumbfounded as the framework gouges into her nosecone, ripping off the landing gear cowling, and screeching with an ugly groan as it rakes backward to her front weapons bay, snagging on the doors and the air baffle, revealing a long, wide, olive green munition of a 2000 pound GBU. Combat: Space-Going B-1R Lancer sets her defense level to Aggressive. Combat: Space-Going B-1R Lancer misses Motormaster with her FINE - TAKE IT! attack! Galvatron announces, "Two Decepticons down! And it seems we have a quite few more to go... but then, we may be in that phase where the combatants are worn out, tired... waiting to die! Who will survive? Only the STRONGEST. I'll see to it myself if I have to..." Catechism finally attracts some aggro! Some... inaccurate aggro, as she tucks her whip back in, and she dives under the gouts of flames bursting forth from Cutthroat. And... more inaccurate aggro, as Hook scolds her about her lack of respect and wiggles some pieces of Beastbox at her, gross. She roars, "Aren't you supposed to be a combat medic, Hook? Better put the /combat/ back into it!" Her whip is getting a bit low on juice, so she toggles the setting down and casts out her line again as she plays Fishing For Aggression. Lord Galvatron had better be pleased by the carnage that she wreaks! Combat: Catechism strikes Space-Going B-1R Lancer with her Whiplash Whirlwind Area attack! [Pulled -1] Combat: Catechism strikes Mechanical Wyvern with her Whiplash Whirlwind Area attack! [Pulled -1] Combat: Catechism misses Hook with her Whiplash Whirlwind Area attack! [Pulled -1] Combat: Catechism misses Motormaster with her Whiplash Whirlwind Area attack! [Pulled -1] Galvatron belatedly realizes that it's actually three Decepticons that have gone down. Maybe he didn't count Redshift because he went down due to a hazard (Omega Supreme, namely). Cutthroat may be a Philistine, but there's no way he's letting a proverbial jawbone of an ass strike him down. He hovers high above the Stunticon. Unfortunately he gets whipped by Catechism, and flails. He backs off, sniping at Catechism with some low-powered laser blasts from his mouth. Combat: Mechanical Wyvern sets his defense level to Protected. Combat: Mechanical Wyvern misses Catechism with his mini-fire-blasts (Disruptor) attack! With Motormaster still calling his name, Hook disengages, breaking off, which once again proves to be a fortuitous move, as he deftly evades another Whirlwind Attack. He flies over to the Stunticon leader, opening up a panel in his back, running a scanner along it, "You'll be fine. Let me know when you're in serious need of my not inconsiderable abilities." He actually seems a bit upset that he was called over for in his view, the equivalent of a hang nail, although Motormaster is an excellent Decepticon shield. Rising up, he arches back, and follows through, throwing his lightsabre towards Fusillade. Combat: Hook strikes Space-Going B-1R Lancer with his Flying Lightsabre (Disruptor) attack! "HOOK!" Motormaster roars, clenching the docking pylon tightly in his fist and crunching it somewhat in the process. "LISTEN to me when I bellow at you!" He advances on the Constructicon with the zeppelin docking gantry raised in a warning gesture. "If I have to BEAT the repairs out of you I WILL!" Combat: Motormaster sets his defense level to Aggressive. Combat: Motormaster misses Hook with his A Light Warning Beating attack! [Pulled -2] Galvatron yells, "OH GOSH NOT HOOK ANYONE BUT HOOK." That may have been sarcasm. At any rate, he *is* impressed by Catechism's brutal whipping attacks--haha, she's got them whipped--but he's starting to think she needs to try a little more variety. Before Fusillade can even lament the wasted munition, Catechiusm strikes again with that damned whip. The strike flays off more superstructure, and with an angry gorwl in her afterburners, the Lancer yanks wide. This allows Hook's well-aimed strike to wedge itself in her left horizontal tailslab. "You two are looking pretty cozy down there!" she accuses, before retaliating with some retaliatory fire on the Constructicon and Stunticon chiefs. Combat: Space-Going B-1R Lancer sets her defense level to Fearless. Combat: Space-Going B-1R Lancer misses Hook with her Bombs Area attack! Combat: Space-Going B-1R Lancer strikes Motormaster with her Bombs Area attack! Catechism is not a snipe to be sniped. She is whirling destruction, and she... cannot hit slow-moving objects. Oh well! She finally puts away the dang whip and transforms back into jet mode to try to hit the darn immobile object... with an air to air missile. This plan cannot possibly go wrong! Catechism transforms to her jet mode, which is quite astoundingly simple for the coneheaded model that she is. Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" strikes Motormaster with her AIM-120C AMRAAM attack! [Pulled -3] Down below, a little* grey/brown and red tank is blasting bombs out of the sky. Once it gets them all, the turret swivels up towards their source. The tank doesn't fire. Yet. Mechanical Wyvern realizes nobody's going after him. He takes the opportunity to spew little red flames at Fusillade. "Me no forget taps!" he squawks, "Now me return favor!" Combat: Mechanical Wyvern misses Space-Going B-1R Lancer with his Fire (Laser) attack! Hook engages an amplified and narrow beam magnetic field, which pulls the lightsabre out of Fusillade, and returns to him, just in time for him to deflect the knuckles coming at him, burning off a lot of enamel, but doing Motormaster no serious damage. Hook's more concerned with his own safety than hurting the Stunticon Commander. "Where's Scrapper when I need him, it should be he fighting here, Combiner Team Leader to Combiner Team Leader." Flying away, he approaches Cutthroat, and poisons his mind, lowering his vocal processor to a whisper level, "Motormaster said some pretty awful things about Hun-Grrr". Combat: Hook misses Mechanical Wyvern with his This is not the Constructicon you're looking for (Laser) attack! Motormaster sails into the air, propelled not by rockets or anti-grav, but by a devastating airstrike! And then once he lands another much smaller munition hits him while he's lying there. "Hook, you supercilious, self-absorbed prig! Don't blame this on Scrapper, this is YOUR fault! If you had repaired me when I TOLD you to, we could've demolished these flimsy aircraft! You RUINED IT!" He hauls himself back up to his feet and charges Hook, aiming a mighty kick at the green engineer to try to boot him off the roof and down at that little red tank. Combat: Motormaster sets his defense level to Fearless. Combat: Motormaster strikes Hook with his This Is SPARTA attack! [Pulled -1] Of course, Hook can fly, but sometimes Decepticons forget that sort of thing when they fall off of a high place (despite special training seminars to that effect). "FLIMSY?!" Fusillade shouts indignantly from above in Motormaster's direction. Transforming with some effort due to the accumulated damage, Fusillade fires up her heel thrusters, and pivots mid-air as Cutthroat keeps snarling and hissing at her. "I'm flattered! You have the memory span of BLOT most days! You'll also remember I really didn't get the CHANCE to play with you for too long last time!" She sends a pulsing gout of plasma in Cutthroat's direction. The sleek bomber rears up, wings collapsing onto hips even as the rear fuselage splits to form arms. The horizontal stabilizer slides up, the forward fuselage folds up accordian style, and Fusillade hops up on thrustered feet. Combat: Fusillade's Plasma Caster attack on Mechanical Wyvern goes wild! Combat: Fusillade strikes Motormaster with her Plasma Caster attack! Galvatron smirks at Motormaster. "So your plan was to have the ground-based Decepticons take out the air-based Decepticons, Motormaster? Pity you underestimated Hook's inability TO BE USEFUL!!!" He clenches his fist for a few good moments before he calms down. F-35B "Lightning II" ponders who to go after next, now that Motormaster has finally been nailed with something. She flies about in erratic zigzags, ducking and weaving between balloons. Hmm, she supposes Fusillade, oh why not? Catechism sends another air-to-air missile Fusillade's way, but this one is mysteriously low-powered for no clear reason. Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" strikes Fusillade with her AIM-120C AMRAAM attack! [Pulled -4] Mechanical Wyvern is easily distracted. It's true. He squawks at Motormaster crossly, remembering his neck was wrung like a sponge a little while ago. He dives at the Stunticon Commander, ready to lash out with pointy feet and beak Combat: Mechanical Wyvern misses Motormaster with his When Animals attack! Hook tries to play on the mind of the Terrorcon, but it doesn't seem to work. He could quickly find himself in a very sticky situation. Being kicked by Motormaster doesn't help, and for now, he seems to have a Stunticon-sized imprint in his chassis. "Ough! Alright, alright, your systems are compromised, you need emergency surgery." Moving back up, he pulls out that medical scanner again, and starts doing some repairs, opening panels, crossing wires, doing what he has to, though likely Motormaster won't stick around long enough to enjoy a full repair by Hook. Combat: Hook quickly patches up some of Motormaster's minor injuries. The tank appeared to be scooting back and forth down below, aiming its turret up at Hook, like he was hoping the Constructicon would fall to him. Motormaster interposes himself between Hook and Cutthroat, holding the beast's snapping jaws away. He grunts his approval as Hook closes up the access panels, and retaliates against Cutthroat with a big black fist hammering down repeatedly. "No mere animal is my equal!" Combat: Motormaster sets his defense level to Aggressive. Combat: Motormaster misses Mechanical Wyvern with his Repetitive Pummelling (Punch) attack! Galvatron looks a little disappointed when Catechism's ordinance seems to fizzle, mostly. "I bet you people are tired and would like a break, wouldn't you? Well, TOO BAD! Keep up the killing or I'll get bored, and if I get bored I'll find some way of finding supplementary entertainment!" It's not the size, it's how you use it. Catechism's bizarrely small payload strikes an exposed set of turbine blades on Fusillade's number 3 engine. "Awww, smelt," Fusillade groans as the litany of damage reports begins to scroll on her internals. Electrical systems, despite their well-reinforced redundancy, begin to fail and it's with an aggravated "AW C'MON!!" that she tries to reboot them. Galvatron's glowering visage prompts her to stay, though, and she gamely continues to make the attempt to fight, transforming to try to stabilize herself. "Oh, this isn't much better," she mutters as she clunks into the side of an amethyst spire, before she hmms, and sizes up the rest remaining. AND he's started bellowing, too. She glances about desperately, trying to find a likely target. "Okay, stay still this time, Cutthroat!" She encourages the Terrorcon in the very same instant that she fires a missile the size of him at his chest. Combat: Fusillade misses Mechanical Wyvern with her Medium Range Missiles attack! F-35B "Lightning II" mutters, "I bet his supplementary enetertainment is more killing." She transforms to robot mode and tries to hit Hook with something that is yellow and awful: acid. It is a wonder that she has not used it before now! Probably because she was too busy trying to blow up the world. XF-35B Astral Lightning transforms into robot form. Catechism's feet unfold, her arms unfold out of her body, her nosecone rotates through her body and ends up on her shoulders to expose her face, and her wings rotate into position. Combat: Catechism strikes Hook with her Acid Strike attack! Hook fights. He's experienced Galvatron's supplementary entertainment firstaft, and primus did it hurt! He is nowhere near finished the patch of Motormaster, but the Stunticon seems insistent on continuing the fight, and Galvatron did just bellow, so he closes the panels, and moves off, studying the environment for a moment. Motormaster Fusillade seem to have engaged Cutthroat. The poor Terrorcon won't come off well from that arrangement. But in his surveillance, Catechism catches him napping. He raises an arm to block the acid, but it begins to eat at his lovely lime limb. Soaring through the air, he reaches into his compartment, pulling out a batch of Mixmaster Specials, which he tosses at Catechism, "You can thank Mixmaster for this special blend of acids." Combat: Hook strikes Catechism with his Mixmaster Special attack! Mechanical Wyvern flies at Hook. "You fix him Motormaster! You fix me now!" The Wyvern beats his wings insistently at the Constructicon. Combat: Mechanical Wyvern takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass] "Repairs made to the likes of you would be a WASTE! Hook is under MY authority in this battle!" Motormaster rumbles, puffing diesel smoke out of the exhausts in his legs as he aspirates his engine and sends a whistling right cross looping towards Cutthroat. Combat: Motormaster strikes Mechanical Wyvern with his Double Punch attack! [Pulled -2] Combat: Mechanical Wyvern falls to the ground, unconscious. As Cutthroat lunges out of the way and begins squawking after Hook, Fusillade frowns deeply as she listens to the exchange between him, Motormaster, and the attempt by Cutthroat to negotiate entry into their alliance. "SO not fair," she remarks in exasperation as Motormaster deprives of her of the chance to smite the creature herself. The second missile from her robot allotment is sent Motormaster's way. Combat: Fusillade strikes Motormaster with her Medium Range Missiles attack! Catechism laughs in the face of Hook's Mixmaster's acid! That was the wrong move. It melts off her face (which is curiously mint-scented, for combat effectiveness) and warps her optics, throwing off her aim. And then Motormaster kills Cutthroat, which ruins her plan of attacking Cutthroat next, so she supposes that she'll just have to attack Motormaster instead, and she flips into her jet mode to do exactly that, but Fusillade ruins Catechism's line of sight! Frustration! So the F-35 lobs another scrawny missile at Fusillade. Catechism transforms to her jet mode, which is quite astoundingly simple for the coneheaded model that she is. Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" strikes Fusillade with her AIM-120C AMRAAM attack! [Pulled -4] Mechanical Wyvern dies! That punch knocked out some neck servos, causing the bird-thing to flop like a ragdoll and plummet straight for the ground. When he lands, there's a small crater and his head is buried in the surface like a cartoon ostrich. His feet stick straight up like rigor mortis. Hook considered moving to repair the Terrorcon, as egotistical and self-absorbed as he is, he remains a surgeon, and at his core, he likes to build and repair things, no matter how gruesome the exterior might be. Flying down, he tries to catch the Terrorcon before that little tank of Omega Supreme's can get him, but it seems he falls too fast. Eventually, Hook dives down to the ground, picking up, and flying Cutthroat to safety, depositing the winged creature on an operating table, giving a nearby medic a simple order, "Repair him, I have other priorities." Transforming in mid air, he attaches his crane to one of the platforms, and carefully and deliberately aims his rocket launcher, "Come on, a little to the left, right, up, left, there!" Falling forward to the ground, he perfectly executes the transformation from Hook to construction crane. Combat: 6-wheeled Crane sets his defense level to Fearless. Combat: 6-wheeled Crane strikes F-35B "Lightning II" with his Rocket attack! "Take her out!" Motormaster roars to Hook, thrusting a finger at Catechism as he jacks himself painfully back up to his feet amid the fire and smoke of Fusillade's missile strike. "The big one is mine!" He breaks into a heavy sprint for the edge of the roof, leaping off of it with a fist cocked back and arcing towards Fusillade in an unpowered slow-motion Zack Snyder lunge. Combat: Motormaster sets his defense level to Fearless. Forunately, an odd looking robot with magenta legs and a bright orange torso has been going around picking up all the Decepticons that fall into the city, and placing them inside a large wheelbarrow. This robot pulls Cutthroat out of the ground and tosses him into the wheelbarrow next to Beastbox. Combat: Motormaster misses Fusillade with his Tonight We Dine In Crystal City! (Punch) attack! Well, ok, Hook got to him first, nevermind. Or maybe Hook pulled him out of the wheelbarrow. YOU DECIDE! "Ack, what?! ZOMBIES!!!" Fusillade screams as Catechism's stripped face lurches up to her and deposits another missile in her skidplate, chunks of her storage compartments raining down to add to the collection of scrap down below. And then Motormaster leaps at her with an atonal fanfare. Fusillade has been lingering in the fight longer than she would have actual combat for some time now, and the sight of the hulk is just a bit too much for it. "AHHHHH!" she announces ungracefully, before struggling to gain altitude. Once she is satisfied that she has distance and room, she transforms to her rather shabby looking altmode, and gains even more altitude, before the air begins to whistle with the remains of her main weapons store as she chucks the bin down vindictively on the heads of those below. Fusillade leans forward, wingblades whipping out to their full span, even as her arms lock backward in place as the rear fuselage. Her torso folds out to the become the cockpit of a space capable B-1R Lancer, ready for flight! Combat: Space-Going B-1R Lancer strikes 6-wheeled Crane with her Bombs Area attack! Combat: Space-Going B-1R Lancer strikes Motormaster with her Bombs Area attack! Combat: Motormaster falls to the ground, unconscious. Combat: Space-Going B-1R Lancer misses F-35B "Lightning II" with her Bombs Area attack! Galvatron chuckles a little. "Another one bites the dust! And, oooh, that's some harsh facial cream, Catechism? Maybe you should try something a little more PH-balanced, hm? Haha!" He doesn't actually know or care why PH-balance is important to humans, other than, he supposes, they don't like their flesh being eaten by acid or a strong base. Motormaster's awesome slow motion jump does not, unfortunately for him, end in smashing Fusillade out of the air. Instead it ends in just falling, as the bomb blast knocks him unconscious before he can engage his antigravs. He tumbles out of sight into the city canyons below, disappearing several seconds before the distant boom which indicates him landing on top of an orange and pink robot pushing a wheelbarrow. Galvatron laughs as he watches Motormaster flatten the poor worker bot down below. "GOOD AIM, MOTORMASTER!" he yells down at the defeated Stunticon. "Hmm, maybe he should get some sort of consolation prize for that one..." He scratches his chin, thinking. Galvatron's mockery of her ruined face convinces her to dodge Fusillade's bombs, the F-35 weaving through the concussive waves and sparkling death blossoms. She lines up a vector on Fusillade and gets off a burst at her before turning on Hook, just short taps on the trigger, less than half a second long. Name set. Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" misses Space-Going B-1R Lancer with her Full-Auto Area attack! Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" misses 6-wheeled Crane with her Full-Auto Area attack! Combat: 6-wheeled Crane sets his defense level to Protected. Pushing off from the ground, the crane flips up, perfectly executing the transformation from construction crane to Hook. Hook's crane is a sitting duck in this mode. He can't fly. He's actually only hanging on by his hook, which is attached to one of his floating operating tables. Transforming back into his handsome robot mode, he sees Motormaster fall, why aren't any of the other medics helping out, he wonders even as he dives after the Stunticon leader, "Gah, you weight several dozen tons! You're going on an eugh, strict low energon diet after I'm done repairing your systems, and removing the excess kibble." He deposits Motormaster on a platform, and then takes a run at Catechism, "This ends now!" Combat: Hook strikes F-35B "Lightning II" with his Lightsabre attack! The rattling of rapid weapons-fire barely registers on Fusillade's fouled proximity sensors. There's a choppy inverted roll from her, and it's with an an academic, highly detached 'eh' that she watches the Constructicon leap at Catechism. It's with an equally detatched 'eh' that she flips back into robot mode to lob one of her least favored explosives at the now much smaller, and definitely more nimble, and watchful, Hook. Electron stripping, anyone? The sleek bomber rears up, wings collapsing onto hips even as the rear fuselage splits to form arms. The horizontal stabilizer slides up, the forward fuselage folds up accordian style, and Fusillade hops up on thrustered feet. Combat: Fusillade strikes Hook with her Plasma Caster attack! Combat: Hook falls to the ground, unconscious. F-35B "Lightning II" Furmanisms flattly, "It never ends." Hook does rake his light saber into her underbelly, and it throws off her aerodynamics and reduces her ability to corner in a timely fashion, but she's far, far from out of this game! She has more midget missiles to throw at Fusillade. (Catechism needs to feed them more.) Galvatron pumps a fist into the air as Hook goes down! "YES! I was afraid, for your sakes, that Hook would get the gold, and considering how he performed, that would have made me VERY ANGRY. My only regret is that I can't blast him myself--or can I?" Grinning evilly, he laughs maniacally as he sprays fusion blasts at Hook's body. "HAHAHA, skulk around at the periphery, will you?! I'll show you!" Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" misses Fusillade with her AIM-120C AMRAAM attack! [Pulled -4] It takes a moment for Fusillade to register that Hook did indeed detonate. She wobbily sets down on a craggy piece of starscraper, and then double-takes as Catechism doesn't waste any time deciding gold or silver. "WHOA!" she snaps her hands up in the air in panic, before shakily returning to the air. A clunking sound causes her to pause. "Wait." She clutches her smoldering torso once as a laggy munitions report rolls in. "One more! Oh gosh better use it before it's too late!" she crows in delight, before transforming YET AGAIN. With missing chunks of superstructure and infrastructure, it might even be possible to see what she is talking about before it's fired -- one last cruise missile. Fusillade leans forward, wingblades whipping out to their full span, even as her arms lock backward in place as the rear fuselage. Her torso folds out to the become the cockpit of a space capable B-1R Lancer, ready for flight! Combat: Space-Going B-1R Lancer misses F-35B "Lightning II" with her There's Always Room for Jell-O! attack! Hook had just ran his lightsabre through a portion of Catechism's fusillade, when Fusillade struck him with one of her Plaster Casters. His optics blink on and off, and he reaches for the wing, trying to grab onto something, but no, all he manages to do is leave five scratches and the jet easily outpaces him. Falling down towards the ground, he utters an expletive that translates to English as roughly, "Oh, bollocks." It seems that Omega Supreme's little tank portion has been eyeing him up the entire fight, and once he violates the peace of Cyrstal City, falling into its airspace, Omega treats it as an attack, and fires on him, sending pieces of Hook flying. But with Hook down for the count, who will have the intellectual fortitude to put him back together again. F-35B "Lightning II" evades the cruise missile by cleverly hiding behind a weather balloon. When in the military, if in doubt, blame a weather balloon. The F-35 dips into her mysterious never-ending supply of midget missiles and sens another one off at Fusillade, sighing wistfully, "So it comes down to this... though it's cool that yours are actually smart enough to be named." Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" strikes Space-Going B-1R Lancer with her Nameless attack! [Pulled -3] Ironically, the weather balloon predicts a severe chance of supernovas in the Medusa Cascade before it itself explodes. The passenger cabin safely deploys parachutes, though. It was a news weather balloon, of course. "Well, they named -BLOT-," Fusillade defers, even as her left wing is blown clear off by the collision of the missile. "GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh." Forced to transform, Fusillade also says, "And they were not feeling so well, either," she admits. "They stayed home." With one set of boot thrusters sputtering badly, Fusillade roplls her wrist, binding up the angry roiling ball of plasma in a magnetic sheth, and hurling it at the STOVL. "Catch!" The sleek bomber rears up, wings collapsing onto hips even as the rear fuselage splits to form arms. The horizontal stabilizer slides up, the forward fuselage folds up accordian style, and Fusillade hops up on thrustered feet. Combat: Fusillade's Plasma Caster attack on F-35B "Lightning II" goes wild! Combat: Fusillade strikes F-35B "Lightning II" with her Plasma Caster attack! F-35B "Lightning II" is bathed in plasma, melting off her armour and frying her lift servos, which she doesn't really use much as a jet, but the damage is bad enough on its own. She transforms into her smaller robot mode and squirts some of her acid at Fusillade, but she doesn't have the energy for a full dose right now. "I'd rather I hadn't!" XF-35B Astral Lightning transforms into robot form. Catechism's feet unfold, her arms unfold out of her body, her nosecone rotates through her body and ends up on her shoulders to expose her face, and her wings rotate into position. Combat: Catechism strikes Fusillade with her Acid Strike attack! EX-FOLIATE! EX-FOLIATE! EX-FOLIATE! The acid strike from Catechism chews into Fusillade's exposed systems, and the great Decepticon Empire FFA has finally shown true, exquisite beauty in its culmination: two lady warplanes catfighting for jewelry! Wait... "WH-WHAT PORT DID THAT COME FROM?!" Fusillade flails her hands wildly, and pops out another plasma pellet from her hopper. There's no telling what direction it'll go in, as she's still busy trying to wipe the burning away. Combat: Fusillade misses Catechism with her Plasma Caster attack! Galvatron yells mockingly, "I do so ENJOY watching FE-MALES thrash one another, but I think it's high time a victor was decided! Get to it LADIES! HAHAHAHA!" Catechism taps her arm gun and replies, "Arm gun! It's a Seeker thing to have some goofy and completely nonsensical arm gun. I mean, Fleet has a freeze ray, for Straxus's sake." Starscream's null rays are Not Mentioned, given the current company. With said current company braying for blood, Catechism transforms again, her turbulence wake throwing off the path of plasma just enough that she is unharmed, and she launches... an actual full-sized Slammer at Fusillade! "Boomslang's arm guns are probably too logical, but I don't have voting rights on these things any more." The damage has probably gone to Catechism's processors a bit. Catechism transforms to her jet mode, which is quite astoundingly simple for the coneheaded model that she is. Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" strikes Fusillade with her AIM-120C AMRAAM attack! Combat: Fusillade falls to the ground, unconscious. Fusillade leans in to look at Catechism's arms. And then explodes. Galvatron raises his fists into the air as Fusillade explodes. "IT IS DECIDED! The mightiest warrior of the Decepticon Free For All is CATECHISM, who wins the gold medal! Fusillade wins the silver medal for being the second mightiest warrior, and Hook..." He makes a disgusted face. "Hook wins the bronze medal for BEING A DISGUSTING COWARD WHO HID IN THE CORNER! BAHHHHH!" He spits... and hits Omega Supreme with his spit. "EVENT: CONCLUDED," Omega Supreme booms as he rises up in rocket mode. "DECEPTICONS: NO LONGER WELCOME. IMMEDIATE DEPARTURE: NECESSARY." Galvatron's cheek twitches, and he growls, "*Fine.* But you'll regret this, Omega Supreme!" And he flies away, leaving the damaged Decepticons behind to fend for themselves. Down below, a smaller, magenta and orange robot rumbles, from a crater in the ground, "ASSISTANCE: REQUIRED. STANDING: IMPOSSIBLE." F-35B "Lightning II" totally scrams while the scramming is good, continuing slightly deleriously as she retreats off into the night sky, "What Boomslang really needs is a laser that shoot snakes... and turns people into snakes... yeah. Wait, what? I won?" Her voices raises into a coherent, "For the EMPIRE!" And then Team Rocket blasts out of sight. Combat: F-35B "Lightning II" begins retreating, outrunning all pursuit. Fusillade wakes up sometime later with Cutthroat's head for an arm. *He only looks little from the air, trust me.========================= 2031 Olympics ==========================
Message: 37/49 Posted Author 2031 Decepticon FFA Tue Aug 24 Galvatron Catechism wins the gold with her acid facials that she releases from her ports, Fusillade wins the silver with her lovable named bombs, and Hook wins Bronze by letting everyone else die first. And not to be outdone, Beastbox wins the "King Kong Reference Achievement" for being slain by a female robot. The accompanying graphic for this achievement has Beastbox removing his "head" to reveal Jack Black's grinning mug right underneath it! ==============================================================================
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