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Megatronus Prime ([personal profile] megatronicpolarity) wrote in [community profile] re_alignment_logs2013-02-11 02:21 am

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.]]
pendragon: (fz ♔ armor / back view upwards)

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[personal profile] pendragon 2013-02-11 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Saber waits. Megatronus is in her sights, but she is not particularly close to him. As a previous king, Saber is used to having a front view of the battlefield and she naturally gravitated towards the front of the crowd - even if towards one side of it.

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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[personal profile] winged_knight 2013-02-11 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
She's the picture of stoic calm, waiting solemnly for the journey--prelude to battle-to begin. He marvels a moment, that one so much smaller and less protected could be so resolute in the face of great danger.

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."

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+many friendship points! x3

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[personal profile] headcollector 2013-02-12 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Grimlock doesn't have much in the way of experience with organics-- almost none, in fact, other than the organic DNA now invading his systems. They were about as alien to him as he was likely to them. So far his impression of them was... wanting. They were small, soft. Weak looking, though he hadn't seen them in combat. He was having issues fathoming how something so soft and delicate could have any chance in battle, even without his current difficulty thinking coherently.

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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[personal profile] place_in_the_sun 2013-02-11 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
She didn't say much; she never had. But she'd watched the network enough to know that they were making a move to attack these things. And while Hinata was shy, she wasn't one to ever turn away from a battle, especially if that battle was to protect others.

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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[personal profile] knightinbluearmor 2013-02-11 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Melan has been... curious. A lot of different persons had assembled at Megatronus' call, and most of them were unknown to im: there were plenty of giant mechas, and a few organics, some humans, some definitly not.
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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[personal profile] winged_knight 2013-02-11 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Wing moves, restless, around the group, leaving an encouraging word or a soft touch with individuals here and there. Morale building, the knight thinks, though in truth it's also a way to keep busy, to not think about what's to come.

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.))
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[personal profile] sword_redemption 2013-02-11 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Drift knows Wing well enough to notice the restlessness. And he can't help but compare the moment to the battle outside Crystal City also, but he's contrasting how calm Wing had been then, serene and settled, with this.

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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[personal profile] invisiblepinkboat 2013-02-13 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"You seem... on edge." Yes, Elita had noticed. She doesn't need to know him well to be able to pick out the signs of tenseness, of building nervousness, good or bad sort. Just a need for being observant, and she was that if nothing else.

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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[personal profile] deusrexmachina 2013-02-12 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Rex keeps up with the convoy as it moves using his builds, favoring his hover cycle for the journey as it's a steady, easy to control method of transport that allows him to remain seated. He's got his goggles down, occasionally switching off between settings to try and examine their surroundings the best he can using other means than just what human sight allows. What he gets back is odd and inconsistent, though, and eventually he settles for the idea of just following along and hoping his trust is well placed in Megatronus Prime for now.

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...
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[personal profile] notyourblueangel 2013-02-21 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
Ugh. Being stuck on the ground for the trip out is . . . slow. To put it kindly. But pretty much the entire force is ground-bound, which means moving at ground-bound speeds. If Thundercracker doesn't want to outstrip the rest of the force, he'd have to keep circling and doubling back on himself just to keep his turbines from stalling out completely. Besides, he's not so sure he wants to risk getting clipped by Blitzwing's overcharged wobble or whatever the frag it is he's doing up there. So . . . the proud fighter-jet-based Seeker is walking.

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.

MOAR CR GET, BB. <3

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[personal profile] originaldragoon 2013-02-12 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
This is the first time Rose has been to the edge of Haven. She calmly looks over the landscape towards the Badlands, and is reminded of the Death Frontier back in her home world. It certainly gives the same feel, even though she is sure that it is far more hazardous than that desert.

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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[personal profile] treacherous_widow 2013-02-12 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
When Blackarachnia arrived, she stuck to the outskirts of the group. Mostly to avoid being stepped on. After all, she was a spider and being squished under foot by a bigger mech was definitely not on her to do list.

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.
thermosomatic: (Jet Mode Mark I)

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[personal profile] thermosomatic 2013-02-13 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Blitzwing's flying overhead, uncontrollably bobbing left and right as he goes. No need to outrun everyone else, after all, especially in this unfamiliar territory.

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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[personal profile] youdiedagain 2013-02-15 10:33 am (UTC)(link)
When it came to running, Sissel didn't get tired easily, and it was amplified even more so with Megatronus's gift. He kept to the outskirts of the group, for the most part, peeking over his sunglasses at the direction they were heading in. The Badlands certainly gave off an eerie vibe...and if a ghost was admitting that, you knew it had weight to it.

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]

[personal profile] re_alignednpcs 2013-02-11 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
The darkness grows heavier as they approach the center of the Badlands, becoming an almost physical weight on their shoulders. Then, very suddenly, the shadows clear: they've arrived.

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.]]
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[personal profile] sword_redemption 2013-02-11 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
He didn't have much to say on the way out here. Then again, he's never been chatty before battle, so he'd spent as much of the journey out on the outskirts of the group, gathering in that quiet, tense concentration he always felt before 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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[personal profile] cliffjumper 2013-02-12 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"The frag--" The exclamation's lost to soft surprise when he catches Drift just sort of... launching himself at the positively giant main bug. Not even he was quite that stupid. Or daring. Or foolish. Foolhardy? Take your pick.

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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I still <3 you though!

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[personal profile] pendragon 2013-02-11 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Saber charges into battle on her own, but she also is plenty aware of what's going on around her. If someone is fighting near her, she will synchronize attacks with them for optimal efficiency in taking down whatever they are working on.

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

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[personal profile] angleofscience 2013-02-11 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Having taken a look at the... ah, situation, Jetfire had taken to the air for a better overview, and while the big creature obviously needed to be taken down, they'd never get anywhere with that unless the smaller ones weren't taken care of in some fashion.

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.
showboater: (➨ test it out)

[personal profile] showboater 2013-02-12 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Gokai-oh is bigger than every mech in Megatronus's party. Marvelous likes the concept as he uses a combination of chest cannon blasts, massive sword swings, and good old stomping around to take care of these damn centipedes. He's moving slowly through the mass of them toward the lead monster, but things get more crowded the closer he gets, and he has no interest in stepping on anybody, mech or man or anything else. His sensors are already registering a certain amount of damage at Gokai-oh's left knee joint, where the yellow GokaiTrailer attaches to the main body of the Zord, but Doc's back at Solus's temple, and he can always do repairs when Marvelous gets back. Besides, it doesn't yet look bad enough to be a problem from what Marvelous can tell.

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!))
winged_knight: (action: leanback)

[personal profile] winged_knight 2013-02-12 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
When the horde comes into sight...there's a moment of terrible awe that takes hold of Wing. This is something the like of which the knight has never seen. It's like standing before a raging bonfire, the heat of battle pressing hot to their faces, and then that flash of fear is burned away. Courage summons to him as it always has, and the valiant way Drift leaps into battle only bolsters that.

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.
originaldragoon: (Lets dance)

[personal profile] originaldragoon 2013-02-13 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Dear Soa," Rose mutters when she sees the large creature. It's as big, if not bigger, than the Divine Dragon. It made her grateful that so many volunteered to come out to these Badlands. A small army is certainly needed to fight that thing regardless

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.
treacherous_widow: (Give me one good reason not to shoot you)

Re: [The Battle]

[personal profile] treacherous_widow 2013-02-15 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Once the battle started, Blackarachnia didn't stop moving. She was playing the part of support after all and what better way to do that then to drive some of the smaller bugs towards the bots that could help take care of them.

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. ]
notyourblueangel: (Alt - How a Seeker says hello)

LOL we'll ignore the infamous "G1 characters can't hit the broadside of a barn" aspect

[personal profile] notyourblueangel 2013-02-21 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
This.

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.