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Entry tags:
- !npc | megatronus prime,
- !open,
- legend of dragoon | rose,
- tf: beast wars | blackarachnia,
- tf: classics | cliffjumper (crau),
- tf: classics | elita one,
- tf: dreamwave | jetfire (crau),
- tf: g1 | thundercracker,
- tf: idw | drift,
- tf: idw | wing,
- ✘ brigadoon | melan blue,
- ✘ fate/stay night | arturia pendragon,
- ✘ generator rex | rex salazar,
- ✘ ghost trick | sissel,
- ✘ naruto | hinata hyuga,
- ✘ super sentai: ksg | captain marvelous,
- ✘ tf: animated | blitzwing,
- ✘ tf: fall of cybertron | grimlock,
- ✘ tf: idw | optimus prime (crau)
The Worst Field Trip of All Time
WHO: Megatronus & the Badlands volunteers
WHERE: At the edge of Haven, then onwards to the center of the Badlands offshoot.
WHEN: Sunday/Monday
WHAT: Now that they have their assault team, it's time to put an end to the recent influx of monsters.
WARNINGS: Violence against robotic centipedes.
Whether they hear it from Megatronus himself or through one of his Acolytes, all of the volunteer fighters are offered the same information: a time, a place, and instructions on what to expect from the Badlands. More of the monsters, surely, and the Call of the darkness is an ever-present threat. Stay within sight of the group at all times or risk being lost forever.
The only thing left to do now is make it to the rendez-vous point.
[[OOC note: tag in under the two sub-threads already provided: a more relaxed one for pre-fight chatter, and the actual fight thread. You can participate in both, or just do one and handwave your character's involvement in the other.]]
WHERE: At the edge of Haven, then onwards to the center of the Badlands offshoot.
WHEN: Sunday/Monday
WHAT: Now that they have their assault team, it's time to put an end to the recent influx of monsters.
WARNINGS: Violence against robotic centipedes.
Whether they hear it from Megatronus himself or through one of his Acolytes, all of the volunteer fighters are offered the same information: a time, a place, and instructions on what to expect from the Badlands. More of the monsters, surely, and the Call of the darkness is an ever-present threat. Stay within sight of the group at all times or risk being lost forever.
The only thing left to do now is make it to the rendez-vous point.
[[OOC note: tag in under the two sub-threads already provided: a more relaxed one for pre-fight chatter, and the actual fight thread. You can participate in both, or just do one and handwave your character's involvement in the other.]]
[The Journey]
Compared to the random attacks in the Haven, the beginning of the trek is eerily quiet. The horizon darkens when they enter the Badlands and sensors begin to send back false readings – but so far, nothing has moved against them.
It'll be a long, tense voyage.
With any hope, the accompanying organics and any smaller mechanoids lacking vehicle modes are prepared to walk a great deal today, or have friends with passenger compartments. Megatronus himself is proceeding along in his tank form and probably won't object to smaller members of his team hitching a ride on his back.
Just remember to ask first, or he might swing that sizable turret of his around for a disciplinary smack.
[[OOC note: feel free to use this section for general CR-building purposes – go ahead and put “open” in your subject line to let people know your character's available to chat, and remember to tag around, too! Otherwise, you can skip along to the Battle thread below.]]
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The knight is composed, as usual, and has not even taken out anything that resembles a weapon. She has experience with these creatures, and feels that with these numbers.. Saber is fairly confident that they will be victorious; even if something unexpected should happen.
Her gaze remains towards the Badlands. She has not ventured out there before, and is not entirely sure what to expect.
((Although Saber looks somewhat.. unapproachable, she definitely isn't. Feel free to chat her up a bit. She also does have a ride already (Wing), so any offers of that are unneeded and will be turned down. ))
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Wing knows better than to assume that has any reflection on her capabilities though. Even if he hadn't seen her in combat before, the air she puts off now would make it obvious.
Wing approaches, one hand settling the Great Sword more firmly on his back before he greets her.
"Saber. You seem well prepared."
that's right, they saved vandal together. :3 forgot wing would know saber is capable.
Yes! They've done this before. Just, nowhere near this scale. o_o;
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meanwhile, in another thread, saber and vandal are raging over board games.
It is the most amusing dichotomy. :D
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+many friendship points! x3
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He was large even compared to most other cybertronians and the small human at the front of the band was less than impressive in size or stature-- and this is his first experience with a human in person.
Grimlock pushes to the front of the group, stepping up to to meet her strides, grunting as he looks down at her.
"Fleshling should get in back."
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So she's floating around the edges of the group, trying to be as small and inconspicuous as possible. But she's here, because she couldn't follow her nindo any other way.
((ooc: feel free to approach! she doesn't have a ride but she can always do that ninja animu runny thing so no worries))
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But the girl had immediatly caught his eye. She was older than Marin, but not by much, and seeing someone so young and frail in an expedition to somewhere dangerous was... unsettling for him.
Megatronus had told him to protect the more fragile ones, right?
Unfortunately, Melan was not really... talkative. Nope. So he just landed a few feet behind her, arms pointed to the ground to not frighten her, and... stared. Damn, how do you do social? Discussion? Introduction? When taken out of his "duty", Melan was always lost.
So he just stared with his red eyes and waited for her to begin the "conversation". Whatever that was.
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Eventually he comes to rest slightly apart from the crowd, to try and achieve some stillness, some control. He wishes he could meditate, though this is not the time nor the place. Instead he perches, leaned back against a rock outcropping to still his rustling wings. His face, drawn in an expression of contemplation, pinches from time to time as his pinions twitch with agitation.
It betrays his nerves to the keen observer. This was the first pitched battle since defending Crystal City, and he doesn't want to draw parallels. Their force was sizable, though by all accounts the enemy's numbers are far, far greater. The first invasion of sharkticons had been different: sudden and frantic and in a way exciting. He never had time to consider failure. He shouldn't allow himself to now, though it lurks at the edges of his thoughts regardless. It occurs to him, now, that he has so more to lose than he did when first arriving. And as before, in Crystal City, all that he's wanted and not been able to do.
It doesn't change his mind though, Wing is set on this course with a steadfast determination. Perhaps it's not the same as going into battle with all his brethren Knights, but there are plenty of worthy people here and Haven, Cybertron, needed them all. He'd do his best and no less.
((Feel free to approach him or be someone he approaches.))
lmk if this is not okay
His brow furrows under his helm, he crosses over to the jet, giving what he hopes is a sort of comforting touch on the seated jet's knee.
"Ready?" It's a deeper question than that, but he doesn't want to force things. He's done too much of that already.
It's good! :D
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Well this was gonna be a fake tag, HAHA /puts ideas in Drift's head instead
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Elita herself isn't so much focused, as calm. Drawn inwards, there's less the flicker of a field about her, as something less... distinct. She's been using the less directly combat-oriented abilities of circuit-su to meld the temporarily given fire with her most favoured method of fighting.
"Don't often attack an unknown force?"
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[open]
Unfortunately, there's more to think about regarding this trip than he originally thought. Fighting by itself is easy enough for Rex. In his world, it was a daily activity and a part of his job. Sometimes the "cure" or "contain" parts of protocol didn't manage to apply and the "kill" aspect became necessary. But with other EVOs, there was never the option for him to exert any control over them with his nanites, to make them behave a certain way. It wasn't something he ever really bothered to think much about. Then along came new Providence with their "stabilizer rings", aka the control collars, and the entire situation changed.
To defeat and even destroy something else through combat is one thing... There is some degree of honor involved, there. But to take over the mind of something else, even if it's not a complex mind, and tell it what to do? How to act? Even to alter its total method of thinking? When is an extreme like that acceptable? Is it ever acceptable? ...and is Rex going to end up forced to do it before too much longer just to ensure the safety of his fellow refugees?
He sighs, sitting back on the seat of the Ride, one hand on the controls. Six isn't along with him on this one, but he wishes his partner had decided to join the effort. This is one of those times the kid wouldn't mind trying to strike up something resembling a real conversation with his partner, even if doing so sometimes isn't easy, Six not being much of a talker...
If this is too old, feel free to ignore
It's not so bad, he supposes. On the ground, he can better observe those around him and perhaps try to assess their strengths and capabilities. His gaze is sweeping through the throng and back when he spots a familiar figure off his left flank. It's that human who'd been holding his own so well from the get-go against the mechipedes. The goggles kind of remind the Seeker of optics which, oddly enough, makes the fleshling's face a little easier to read, in a way. Thundercracker shifts his path a bit, angling over to intercept the human.
"Interesting ride. Junkpile find?" Rex might or might not take that as an insult. It's actually not meant to be. Thundercracker's aware that, with very few exceptions (all salvaged from Junkpile), the only vehicles in Haven are Cybertronians in alt-mode.
Nope, back taggin'! ...moar CR get? >>;;
MOAR CR GET, BB. <3
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[Open~]
She takes it easy before they move out, wanting to reserve her strength. Considering the distance they were bound to travel, she has no doubt that will be using her Dragoon Armor in order to keep up with larger mechs. It would be tiring, but the promise of an upcoming battle should help quite a bit in that area.
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Thankfully, the widow was also used to walking or even running to keep up with a group of beings. Though, things would have been easier if there were trees. Oh well, she can't have everything she wants. Not yet anyway.
For now, she's just going to stick to the back of the group and keep her eyes out for anyone that might want to tangle with her. She had her gun primed with all sorts of fun explosives, just itching to be used. Of course, she was taking a supporting role in this little journey.
Let the bigger guys to the fighting. She just wants a look at where these big nasty bugs came from.
hi
Of course, while he's first and foremost surveying the environment, he's also sizing up his allies for this particular fight -- and he can't help but notice that one is kind of familiar. Paint job's a bit wrong, yeah, but the spider legs draw him in.
He pulls down just slightly, veering away from her before straightening back out so that he's cruising along rather close to the ground. When he speaks, it's Random's giggling voice that comes out. "I zhink I know your cousin~."
hello!
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Not that he was worried. Self regeneration for his body was a nice boon. As long as he kept it within his reach, he should be fine. It wasn't something he was overly worried about. He could just return to it with a little manipulation.
His hands are stuffed in his pockets, wondering how odd he must look in comparison to these robots and warriors, all in armor, while he's merely in a red suit.
At least he has...a tie.
[The Battle]
Before them is a creature that can't properly be described as anything but a monster. An upscaled version of the creatures that invaded the Haven, its armor is even thicker, and its jaws could effortlessly cleave a truck in half. It rises a good 90 feet above the ground - and that's just the part that can be seen. Some of the demon remains safely tucked away in its underground burrow.
It roars, and the ground around it seems to shiver. Soon it's clear that the ground isn't ground at all: it's more of the creatures. They've gathered around their master, a living carpet of teeth and sharpened limbs ready to tear apart anything that dares approach. Obviously, their arrival was anticipated.
There's certainly no shortage of targets in the area. Take your pick, heroes.
[[OOC note: characters are free to engage either the minions or their leader, but don't expect to land the killing blow on the latter – weakening it, however, is certainly on the menu! Smaller monsters are free for the slaughter.]]
[The Battle]
It's like a spring, uncoiling, the way he leaps over the final rise, drawing both of his short blades as he launches himself at the lead monster's head. If nothing else, he can take the worst of it himself. He's done the math, in his head, over and over again, and out of everyone here, no one has survived more battles than he has. That has to give him some advantage.
((ooc: feel free to tag in to coordinate with head attacks or attack the body or whatever!))
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With a swear, Cliffjumper follows with the help of his jetpack, disgustingly coloured as it is. It's more powerful than his old one, and it means he can more dive down and up and pelt the smaller centipedes with laser shots more easily than otherwise.
The important thing, however, is the idiot that has aimed himself at the head, and Cliffjumper strafes around and to the side, quietly admitting that it's sort of fun to toss fire at something, even if it's barely scorching the armour plates.
"Hey! Catch!" He sure hopes Drift can be inventive with the bomb he just threw at him, considering he is near the head. And thus the mouth, even if that bomb is probably too weak to do too much damage.
Every little thing counts, right?
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wow i am slow
that is fiineee
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that is the best icon ever. of all time.
comics can be pretty wonderful about providing perfect icons sometimes~
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Does this work okay? Let me know if not. <3
wut is this tagging you something not schmoopy
so wacky what is even happening here
what's happening is omg I suck
I still <3 you though!
well wow I suck at action tags
shhhh you can fake it with me
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Her blade is encased in its shield of wind, but the moving energy can be easily seen.
The knight is attempting to help with taking down the largest one; she waits for an opening and then attempts to strike at the same weak points its smaller versions have. This means the tender underside of the neck when exposed, so sometimes the knight can be seen running up the creature and slicing before dropping back down to the ground. If a smaller one gets in Saber's way, she then focuses on that instead.
There's no reason in worrying about her being stepped on or squished, even in the commotion, as she's very agile and is able to dart away in a second's notice if needed. Her Instinct is definitely paying off here.
(( Collaborate attacks with her on the biggie or smaller ones? Sounds good to me! Open to anything, really. ))
Hi? :3
i don't think we've tagged yet. :o andthat'smyfavoriteoptimus.
eeee ;3;
ps: i am awful at battle logs
ME too 8[
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Which meant that Jetfire, when he wasn't using his double-barreled rifle to shear through the smaller ones from the air could be found literally diving down, grabbing a critter, flying up and then descending and not stopping when the ground came up, smashing the mechanoid centipede he'd grabbed into any of the ones still on the ground.
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Under his hands, the mech bends to pluck one monster up by its tail, and then he snaps it toward the ground like a whip.
((Gokai-oh is 150 feet tall for an idea of scale; Marvelous would be happy to coordinate attacks, just go ahead and tag in and we'll get things going!))
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A prayer on his lips Wing follows not far behind, intent on watching the swordmech's back and making certain he's not overrun by smaller centipedes. His face set and determined, the vibrant blue of his plasma blades bright in the twilight. He'll carve out some breathing room here, using his speed and agility to keep the enemy disorganized. Not that there's much organization anyway.
Bright azure flashes as his blades whirl and strike home time and again. He's constantly moving, never still, taking to the air briefly when it proves advantageous. If there's a break in the oncoming threats, or more people show up to help him draw the line and hold it, he'll move to strike at an opening Drift makes on the larger creature.
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She doesn't have time to dwell on that though, as several of the smaller centipede monsters start heading towards her. A slight smile comes to her lips as a familiar surge of the need to fight comes through her, the dragoon spirit embedded in the chest of her armor glowing some. The weariness of traveling such a distance is forgotten for now.
She reaches for her sword, its blade coming to life, and the wings of her armor spread so as to gain some height. Waiting for the first wave to come closer before rushing towards the closest monster.
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Well place explosions and liberal use of cyber venom worked well enough to slow a few of them down even.
Whatever. As long as she didn't have to directly fight the creatures and risk her aft she was happy. Or as happy as Blackarachnia got anyway.
Besides, the reward for her came after the battle. ]
LOL we'll ignore the infamous "G1 characters can't hit the broadside of a barn" aspect
This is what a Seeker is built for.
However docile Thundercracker has allowed himself to become in the past few months, however much he's been overall enjoying the peace and freedom of his new home, the fighter-jet can't deny that combat is what makes his circuits sing with the thrill of the hunt, of the kill.
Thundercracker took to the sky as soon as the shadows cleared. He isn't one of Megatron's aerial elite for nothing, after all. The blue Eagle is swift death on the crosswinds, all flashing blue wings and the staccato thunder of incendiary rifle-fire - he'll worry about replacing ammunition once they've all returned to Haven. And part of his job is to help make sure as many of his fellows as possible do just that.
Rolling and dancing above the throng, he splits his attention between watching for comrades who need a hand (getting bogged down or an attack coming in apparently unnoticed from a blind spot) and the big leader itself. Thundercracker's not so arrogant as to think he can take the thing down, but if it's directing the others, if he can harass and distract it - and better, wound it - then he's doing everyone a favor. He'll turn his rifle-fire on any weak spots he can find - optics, thinly-protected joints, etc. - plus he'll strafe the beast with sonic booms. While it's true that, at full power, his blasts can be heard for as much as a 200-mile radius, he can calibrate that effect down to more . . . strategic uses. No point in risking the battle because he's deafening and disorienting his own forces along with the enemy. And 90 feet is not that far above his teammates, in this case.