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| - Transformers 2005 - Monday, November 08, 2004, 9:46 PM Northern Iahex Northern Iahex is the nerve center of all Autobot activity on Cybertron. Its large roadway leads up to a huge domed building shaped much like Iacon was in tribute to the great city state that rests beneath Iahex. The command center gleams in the starlight while twin towers on either side divert smaller roadways to each of them. On the left is the communications tower, its tall spire ringed with antennas and dishes used to contact the most distant Autobot forces. On the right is the spacebridge tower, its gleaming golden spire ready to transport troops to Earth if the need arises. Contents: Inferno Trailbreaker Stock Car Durango Sideswipe Porsche 935 Turbo Rodimus Prime "Dammit!" *SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!* So is the noise of Smokescreen swearing, and then coming to a burnt-rubber halt, as Jazz has so neatly left him behind. Damn! "Rodimus!" the Tactician pops up into his robot mode, looking...concerned. "Rodimus, I need you to implement security measure Mark 8841 Epsilon Alpha Seven: A clearance lockout." he shakes his head. "...Sounding like Red Alert over here..." Mirage arrives from the Central Iahex to the south. Mirage has arrived. With a changing of parts and that telltale sound, an otherwise Mundane Stock car converts to the Autobot Smokescreen. Mirage hides in an alley, silently watching the others (ooc: I'll like to be undetected) Trailbreaker twists and turns into his imposing robot mode. Durango stops short on his approach to the others, as it seems he's gone relatively unnoticed. Good. A moment of strategy. If he has only one possible target, who should it be? Not Rodimus..too powerful. Not Sideswipe or Smokescreen..too quick. Inferno, or Trailbreaker. If he had to pick one, it'd be Inferno..they could use his strength, yes..and he's not powerful enough to stop Durango before the laying on of hands, at least..and that's all he needs. Check. Durango begins his approach again, making straight for the group, seemingly..but straight for Inferno in reality. He says nothing. Rodimus Prime checks his body over and says, "No, I'm fine Inferno, thanks." Prime even does a quick systems check, just in case for some reason, Jazz gave him something a topical ointment just can't clear up. Rodimus shakes his head, "I have no idea, his optics were nearly shining through his visor, they were so bright. Frag, that was...." he looks over at the group and says, "Right Smokescreen, I'll transform the city." He transforms and rips out of there heading for the command center, the only place where he can. Though he does call back, "Order a lock down on the spacebridge Smokescreen, we can't let any of the affected transformers get to earth!" The Porsche explodes into action, becoming Jazz, Autobot hero. Rodimus Prime falls forward. His arms compress and fold backward as a trailer comes out of subspace to connect with the back of his legs. Where the vanguard of the autobots once was, a tricked out flaming semi-rig appears. Jazz is long gone. Cybertronian Semi Rig moves north to Iahex Command Center. Cybertronian Semi Rig has left. Klaxons sound throughout the city. Thirty seconds later, it shudders violently while a deep rumble can be heard from within each building, street, signpost, and bunker. As if the city is rebuilding itself, the roads themselves begin to fold in and collapse, forming defensive passageways covered by thick bulkheads. Buildings link together as several unfold to reveal row upon row of gleaming cannons and other defensive weapons. The city prepares to defend itself. Cybertronian Semi Rig arrives from the Iahex Command Center to the north. Cybertronian Semi Rig has arrived. Sideswipe looks.. if one were to put an adjective to it, utterly bamboozled. "What the..." He shakes his head as Rodimus hies off, "That didn't answer th' question." Ponder, ponder.. shrug.. "Great.. All I wanna do is go back to earth, go to my *room* and get refinished.. Now I gotta wait till we find out what bug crawled up Jazz's muffler. Or Primes.. Fraggin hell." Ponder as he starts his way back to where he dropped his duffle, "I swear if he's doin this as a funy, I'm gonna teach him the true meaning of funny." Sunstreaker arrives from the Iahex Command Center to the north. Sunstreaker has arrived. Cybertronian Semi Rig rolls back towards the group after transforming the city, which was a process itself, so he'll be gone for at least another pose. Still, Prime hits the buttons and flips the switches needed to transform the city. Think, autobot city from the movie. Same idea. From somewhere inside the city, a cry is heard: "I have better things to do today than die!" Ahh..some things never change. Somewhere else, some big Captain America lookin freak yells, "I can't deal with that now!" As once again, that joke never seems to die. Prime's health confirmed and his rescue complete, Inferno, the disarmed wonder with nothing to do, casts his optics toward the city proper as it shifts and shuffles, hands immediately going to hips as the sight strikes him. Sideswipe's disseration on the matter is what truly catches him, though, and as an optic brow perks, the firefighter speaks, his tone calm, yet pressing as he seeks answers to the obvious problem that's been plopped in his lap. "Okay... Y'all keep talkin' 'bout Jazz. Th' Chief called up th' RIC team because a' Jazz. We show up n' see 'im hangin' ass over teakettle, ready ta take a swan dive off th' highway, n' y'alls still talkin' 'bout Jazz. Jes' what in th' hydrant catchin' hell is goin' awn, 'Swiper? Ah'm clueless, 'ere. Oh, howdy Durango! Yer jes' in time ta miss th' fun, hoss." A wink and a smile, all unaware of the dangerous happenings going on. Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission. Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission. Rodimus Prime transmits a message via radio. Jazz is carefully infiltrating the city, neatly avoiding getting caught. Trailbreaker quirks a brow over towards where Roddy disappeared to as the air starts to tingle around his head. Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission from Galvatron. Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission. Smokescreen nods, crossing over to the other autobots, tapping at the side of his helm to mutter in a series coded radio commands. He's not smiling now; always a bad sign. "Alright...so Jazz has gone nuts. Anybody have any idea WHY?" he asks, raising his voice so as to be heard above the din of sirens and transformations. Sideswipe looks at Inferno as he swings his duffle back over a shoulder, "You got me, hoss. Walked in to a light show, Rod was shootin at Jazz, then there was a primus awful.. And man.. SOmetimes I don't agree with Jazz on his musical tastes but as mechs gotta draw a line somewhere an' that wasn't music, it was a sack full of cats in a blender or somethin'. Rod fell off, Jazz went a scampering off like he was late for freebies at the pub and here we are, both wonderin what in the nine levels of hell is goin on here and why the everlovin slag folks were fireing and hell, I have no *idea* what's happenin, all I wanted t' do was get out of medical and go back to Earth, get polished and rested till I'm cleared for duty. Mother.." he looks down.. "Gah.." Wipe wipe wipe wipe. "Awww man.." Looks behind himself as best he can, "Son of a slaggin lawnmower, My jetpacks spouting ash again. For *censored* sake." Rodimus Prime transmits a message via radio. Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission. Durango has reached the group now, smiling..oddly. Maybe he's just happy. He acknowledges Inferno. "Yeah..sorreh I didn't make it soonah.. I was..." Ok...lying had worked on the ship...so... "..uh..readin' up on human customs, y'know? Nevah 'uhts, eh? Today, I leahned the 'igh fivah..apparehntleh, yeh, put yeh 'and up in the ai'h and someone else slaps it with theah 'and..its a sign of friendship. 'aven't gotten teh try it yet, though.." He puts his hand up in the air, in typical high-five position. "Anyone? Anyone?" Cybertronian Semi Rig pulls up about this time. Yay Rod! The tricked out semi transforms with a small leap and he says, "Autobots, whatever is making Jazz act the way he is, the others that went with him on that expadition based on the information from that alien device might have the same condition. Who went with Jazz? Pipeline, Scattershot, and...Durango?" He glances towards the two that are right here. Eeeep! That's assuming Scattershot is here? The tricked out semi-rig seems to leap in the air. The trailer behind it falls away into nothing while the front of the rig folds and forms a torso and arms. The underside of the whole thing forms into a pair of treetrunk like legs. Finally, a head rises up into place. Where a tricked out rig once was, Rodimus Prime stands. Rodimus Prime transmits a message via radio. Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission. Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission from Galvatron. Sure, Inferno'll take you up on the offer, because underneath that gruff exterior and hard assed demeanor is the soft, loving heartbeat of a lover of all things. Say it with me, kids... Luhvah... LUHVAH... Loves his fellow man so much, loves the love of Earth and her customs so much, loves the thought of good old fashioned comraderie so much, that a blackened hand, charcoaled, scorched, purified in the depths of the flaming chasm, rises. Backed only by a smile and a friendly heart, the hands rises further until finally, it reaches its apex, the pinnacle of the proper height needed to execute the maneuver of the classic 'high five'. It moves forward in a slow motion slide to the other, quiet and silken in grace, yet crass and abrupt in form, until it strikes, the sound of steel on steel echoing like the closing of a casket...
* CLANGG!* "Always loved that n', hoss. These ol' boys back home, they's always doin' lil' things like that there. It's... It's... It's..." "It's gotta be th' most damn annoyin' thing ah've ever set mah Primus fersaken eyes awn. Don't f*ckin' touch me like that again, stumpy." Rodimus Prime transmits a message via radio. Scattershot walks into northern Iahex looking around at all the alarms "Man those things are annoying. What the hell is going on? Why are we in lockdown mode?" The technobot slowly approaches the group spotting Durango but does his best to look serious and not chuckle at Durango bringing another convert into the fold. Okay, tactical analasys. Trailbreaker is slow. Trailbreaker is strong. Daniel could out run Trailbreaker. Wheelie is more loved. Okay, we've moved to self loathing. But still, Breaker isn't one to get far from anything fast. And if Durango was on a trip that made Jazz go crazy, he might be crazy too. And if he's crazy, then it stands to reason that everyone around him is crazy. Cause, you know, crazy is like chlamidia. You can get it from kissing. And no one knows who Jazz, Durango, Scattershot and Pipeline have been kissing. So, if Jazz and Durango have been kissing Wheelie... "Why do my thoughts always come back to Wheelie?" idly wonders to himself... unless... DAMN! He said that outloud. "I mean, high fives rule!" YEah, good cover up there, TB. Smokescreen glances over at Rodimus, raising an optic ridge. "Are you SURE that's it?" he shrugs again, wings bobbing with the gesture. "Well, I guess it's as logical an answer as any..." And, with this done, Smokescreen glances over towards Durango- and then Scattershot. "Ah, if you would just hold still, please..." The tactician reaches behind his back to produce a simple medical scanner. He's a man of many talents, you know. Mirage watches for a moment longer, then silently heads back down the street, slipping around the corner of a building, then uncloaking and transforming before driving back to the others, his voice neutral "What's going on" Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission. Sideswipe receives a radio transmission from Galvatron. Sideswipe blinks... "What th'.." Sideswipe receives a radio transmission. Scattershot watches Smokescreen pull out a medical device. What does he think I am? Some inferior piece of machinery? Something that could easily fall prey to some cosmic flu? "What the hell? Keep your probe to yourself Spock." he says raising a hand in protest but still walking towards Smokescreen. Inching...towards his fellow Autobot. Sideswipe transmits a message via radio. Sideswipe receives a radio transmission. Sideswipe transmits a message via radio. Rodimus Prime would blink, if he could. Seeing Inferno going from luhvah to hata all in the span of a few seconds. Prime can barely contain himself, he forces his fear to subside and get some action going. "Primus help us." he says. His photon eliminator, the silver bad ass itself, shifts from subspace into his hands. He points it at Durango and Inferno and says, "Don't move guys, you're infected..." He glances towards Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Smokescreen, Trailbreaker. "Get over here. We're pulling out." Sideswipe receives a radio transmission from Galvatron. Sideswipe transmits a message via radio. Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission. Sideswipe begins to back up, duffle on shoulder, towards Rodimus. Rocket launcher ever so casually swings out in front, other hand grips and draws rifle stock, "Heeeeey, Rodimus.." he says in a light tone, optics glimmering with mild amusement tempered with a genuine bit of rather disconcerning concern, "Yeah... We might wanna think about doors n locks n something." He keeps on backing up, optics tracking the movements of others. Sideswipe transmits a message via radio. Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission. He isn't sure why, but Trailbreaker gets that chill down his gearbox that usually signals something bad. Looking around, he tries to search for any Con activity in the area. He doesn't see so much as a bolt out of place. Still, something doesn't sit quite right with him. He slowly starts to take a step backwards, looking now between Prime and Sideswipe. Trailbreaker transmits a message via radio. Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission. Trailbreaker transmits a message via radio. Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission. Smokescreen plugs a few commands into his medical scanner- but Scattershot seems to be getting surly before he can get any definitive results. Smokescreen glances up at the larger gestalt commander- and blinks. The megalomaniacal rant over the radio doesn't help much, either. "Uh oh." He snaps his attention upwards, taking a few steps backward, falling back towards the relative saftey of Rodimus, his shoulder cannons whirring into position, sighting in on Scattershot; the biggest threat for now. "Are we falling back?" A blue and white racing car pulls up to the group, his tone flat "I asked what was going on" Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission from Galvatron. Rodimus Prime transmits a message via radio. Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission from Galvatron. Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission from Galvatron. Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission. Durango smiles maniacally as Inferno joins the fold...and that's it for the pose, because he's spent. Rodimus Prime frowns at Mirage. The red optics tells him that Mirage is infected as well. He won't even worry about Mirage right now. He steps backward towards the bridge. At least no one's fired off a shot at them yet. That could be a good thing. He looks between the bots that are not infected yet and says, "Move it!" Then he turns and runs. Optics waver, then shift to a dangerous crimson. Brows knot dangerously into a feral furrow. A lip curls, so much so that Elvis would be proud. And a weapon is drawn, a threat leveled, and once again, as smoke begins to wisp from eyes that snap toward the aggressor, the Inferno begins to burn... "Infected? INFECTED? What th' f*ck kinda leper you think ah am, Chief? You got some kinda beef wit' me!? Ah ain't done nuttin' but lay mah ass out awn th' line fer you, time and time and TIME AGAIN, you cross-eyed, rich-mixin' ingrate! N' now, y'all wanna give ME, th' sumbitch that's pullin' y'alls tailpipe out th' fire ev'ry time y'alls turnin' 'round, some kinda grief 'bout me bein' INFECTED!? Ya know whut? F*CK YOU, you sorry bastard!" Shoulders bowed, chest heaving, the Big Red Machine begins to step toward Rodimus Prime, jaw jutted harshly as his crimson optics continue to glow hellishly, the smoke only beginning to truly come forth. An accusatory finger levels as well, coal black, death dancing merrily on the fingertip. "When Iacon fell, WHO PULLED YER ASS OUT, CHIEF!? When Galvatrawn took yer sorry, worthless, unappreciative hide out behind th' Primus damnde woodshed, WHO PULLED YER ASS OUT TH' FIRE, CHIEF!? ANSWER ME, YOU USELESS SON OF A BITCH! WHO!? WHO, DAMMIT, WHO!? Answer me now, by Primus, 'er ah'll KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND, MOTHERF*CKER!" Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission. With a shake of his head, Trailbreaker turns his slow, backwards steps into a flat out run towards where he came from. He knows he can't out run anyone else in the area. He knows that, if the feeling he's got is right, he'll be 'infected' as it was put in his ear, within seconds. But, he has a forcefield. And you don't! Forcefield up, and he can walk back to the spacebridge. If he was stupid. The fat boy runs at full tilt and takes no looks back. Scattershot stops in his tracks when Smokescreen's guns turn towards him. Scattershot raises "What's wrong with you you retard? Don't you point that thing at me unless ya mean to use it. Why is everybody behaving so friggin' weird it's annoying enough to make me angry." He says with a small stomp. The shoulder guns aim back at Smokescreen just in case. "Tell ya what Smokey...How about I call the boys back and have Computron compile an in-depth diagnostics for everyone?" Yes despite his berzerkerish temper Scatts has a logical approach to his corruption thing but he is having a hard time maintaing his composure...Would be so easy to just blast Smokescreen and tackle him while he's recovering... Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission. Sideswipe hits a quandry. The noise, the confusion, the order to run like hell. And no actual enemy in sight. Inky fingers curve into the rest of his rifle, finger poised over trigger, hesitation marked in features, expression, the downward twist of lips into a scowl. Orders are to bugger out with all due haste and he has begun the backwards stepping towards the bridge terminal. That is.. until all hell, in the form of Inferno breaks loose. "Back off from the Prime, Inferno.." Rocket launcher swings about even as the red Lambo brother continues to back up, "Doesn't matter whatcha wanna fuss at him about, this isn't th' time or th' place to be airin out your dirty laundry." Steady as he goes, steady.. "Better put the pedal to the metal boyos..." Rodimus Prime transmits a message via radio. Trailbreaker transmits a message via radio to Rodimus Prime. Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission. Durango receives a radio transmission. Rodimus Prime transmits a message via radio to Galvatron. Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission. Durango transmits a message via radio. Rodimus Prime skips it, he's out of there. Rodimus quickly transforms and guns it for the spacebridge. Since it's only a little ways away, then it shouldn't be too much of a trip. Rodimus Prime falls forward. His arms compress and fold backward as a trailer comes out of subspace to connect with the back of his legs. Where the vanguard of the autobots once was, a tricked out flaming semi-rig appears. Durango receives a radio transmission. Rodimus Prime retreats from the area swiftly, outdistancing all pursuit and parting shots. Trailbreaker begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Cybertronian Semi Rig, Mirage, Scattershot, Inferno, Smokescreen, Sideswipe, Jazz. Cybertronian Semi Rig moves west to Spacebridge Tower. Cybertronian Semi Rig has left. "Aaaw heck." Smokescreen is left for a few moments as the large 'bots start revealing their TRUE colors. Or, rather, their hate-addled one. He glances over his shoulder at the fleeing 'bots, and glances over towards the others. "Ah, that's my cue, loioks like..." he takes a few hesitant steps backwards- and then transforms into his speedy car mode, peeling out towards the space bridge terminal, leaving his telltale cloud of noxious smoke in his wake! Smokescreen's form twists and shudders, and mere moments later, the Diversionary Tactician is no longer there, replaced by a red and blue stock car, engine revving. Smokescreen retreats from the area swiftly, outdistancing all pursuit and parting shots. Trailbreaker successfully activates a powerful protective forcefield, shielding him from the next attack. Durango is just pissed. All his new friends are running away, and Inferno is doing angry better than he ever could. Someone needs to bear the brunt of this..and that someone is the Slow Fat Kid running away from them. High School's back in session, Trailbreaker. Welcome to dodge ball day in gym class. Durango fires off his biggest packet of loving, addressed to Trailbreaker, with love. Durango misses Trailbreaker with his Canberra Cannon :(Heavy on the Starch): Setting attack. Sideswipe twists on a heel, turns and dives for the road, transforming as he does so, "Swear I'm gonna cram something up somewhere dark and pointy and make'em all wish he'd not even gotten out of the blasted recharger." As if leaping for the ground, Sidwswipe's frame twists and bends until a Red Lamborghini Countach LP500S forms, engine already rumbling. Sideswipe begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Stock Car. "Yeah, you better, Sideswipe, you chickensh*t. Back yer ingrate Chief, n' while yer at it, go ta HELL, ya flat tire havin' bastard. Ya know, in FACT, here, lemme buy yer one-way ticket." The Inferno, raging beyond any measure or means of control, shifts from Rodimus, the coward already slipping away on a trail of viscous slime. The tempestual optics shift to that which has spoken directly to him, the armed and ready form of Sideswipe. Moving toward the scarlet lambo in that same easy, thundering gait, the slow pace of a funeral march, the Big Red Machine swings the finger, the accusation shifting gears, finding a new speed in the transmission of hate. "And YOU... You n' yer gut slittin', gear strippin' brother, dancy-prancin' aroun' th' f*ckin' medical bay, milkin' yer Primus damned downtime off th' duty roster fer th' biggest bullsh*t reasons ah done ever seen. When IS th' last time y'all lifted a finger 'round Headquarters, Sideswipe!? DON'T TURN YOUR BACK AWN ME, DAMMIT! AH AIN'T DONE TALKIN' TA YOU!" Having remained in vehicle mode, Mirage had cloaked and sped after the fleeing Autobots at full speed, hoping to ram into one of them... As he runs, Trailbreaker feels his shield falls like a dress on prom night. Mental note, shoot whoever it was that shot me. And, like the cheerleader that is now standing there naked, he vows not to go down till he's in the warm embrace of Whee... er, someone he loves. Today, that love is the spacebridge. So he renews his vigor and swears to get into it's warm light as soon a possible. And through the area there's a random pelting of laserfire. Wonder where Jazz went? All you prolly have to do is look up. Somewhere. Though that might mean that you'd have a better chance of getting hit by a laser. OHNO! And no, he's not watching out for who is down there on his 'team'. that'd be silly. Stock Car moves west to Spacebridge Tower. Stock Car has left. Trailbreaker moves west to Spacebridge Tower. Trailbreaker has left. Lamborghini Countach LP500S moves west to Spacebridge Tower. Lamborghini Countach LP500S has left. Mirage moves west to Spacebridge Tower. Mirage has left. Durango looks around, blankly. Wow. Inferno whoohooos and goes to kill Galvatron.
* peel out sounds* Inferno staggers momentarily as hands shoot up to cover his face. Regardless of the location of the present company, the firefighter has been screaming into his antiquated forearm radio, the occasional hand reaching up to claw at a face that apparently is itching. Itching so much that thin slivers of shredded steel begin to drift to the ground, the clawmarks in his face serving as a brand. then as soon as it starts, it ends, with a transformation and a tearing loose of rubber from the road. Whoohoooo! As quick as flashover, arms and legs retract into the deck and chassis as the head disappears to form a sparkling 1985 Pierce Ladder Apparatus. The diesel powerplant rumbles like thunder, roaring and ready! Pierce Ladder Apparatus moves south to Central Iahex. Pierce Ladder Apparatus has left. Jazz has left. Durango shifts down into SUV mode. A muddied Subaru Outback moves south to Central Iahex. A muddied Subaru Outback has left. You move south to the Tunnel of Retoris. Tunnel of Retoris The expansive tunnel was built over the ruins of the old city of Retoris which was destroyed long ago in a Decepticon raid which damaged much of old Iacon. Despite being well-lit, its condition is a stark contrast from the sections of the New Cybertron Highway which it connects. There are many scraps of metal on the ground, making driving a bit difficult while the condensation from the top makes things uncomfortable for those who fly above the road. There is a sharp exit to the north which leads to the Iacon Plain but is well protected. Contents: Jazz Autobot Standard Troops #5115 Autobot Sensor #8561 Scattershot leaps into the air transforming into his Starfighter mode. ***** *** * * * * * * *** *** **** * * *** * * * * *** * * *** *** ** * * ** * ** * *** *** *** * * *** *** * * * * *** **** * * *** * * * * *
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