Ramshot: *pauses for a few seconds before turning around and tackling Groundfire, after some struggling he manages to mount himself on the larger decepticon's back, his knife ready to drive it though his processor cluster* Say that again, I dare you scrap pile.
(Seriously, The only thing Ramshot knows is the destruction of other transfomers)
edited 18th Oct '10 9:48:17 AM by Strigon
Shameless Self-promotion ho!"Yes, fighting amongst ourselves: surely this is the key to victory over the Autobots."
Scarab allowed himself a small sigh before continuing.
"It might be more prudent to allow the guilty party to live; if he can manage to crash the Autobot systems instead of sabotaging our own, he might still have a modicum of usefulness."
Pretend there's something clever written here.Ramshot: *still has his knife near the cluster* If you had finished that, I would have pinned you to the wall with a 40-meter long metal spike after I'm done with this buffoon.
Shameless Self-promotion ho!Ramshot: I had no intent of killing him sprite, Just making him hurt.
edited 18th Oct '10 10:39:23 AM by Strigon
Shameless Self-promotion ho!-Blizzard is feeling like either slamming her head against the wall or caving that smug git Ramshot's face in. She opts for a combination of the two and, in a charge that seems faster than her size would allow, leaps towards Ramshot, grabbing him and wrenching him away from Groundfire. Taking advantage of the surprise attack, she pins him against the wall with her shield. While he might be the better fighter of the pair, there isn't much he can do while pinned against the wall, and he lacks the brute strength to force her off-
"Can it, Ramshot. I've had it up to here with you."
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.Ramshot: *his head shakes with barely-contained rage* Same here witch. *wiggles his left arm free fires his null ray at Blizzard's face*
edited 18th Oct '10 11:03:57 AM by Strigon
Shameless Self-promotion ho!-Blizzard ducks her head to one side, dodging the shot (but only barely). She throws her whole weight at Ramshot, pinning his arm and crushing him with great force against the wall-
"Seriously, Ramshot? You don't stop and the whole of the Nemesis will be on you in seconds. You can't fight your way out. So play nicely."
-Midnight watches through a hacked surveillance feed-
"This won't do! Won't do at all! They can't kill each other. I need everyone in one piece for my performance piece to work..."
-A communicator in the sims room flicks on, and Midnight's face appears on the screen-
"Cut it out! I can't leave you guys for five minutes without fights starting, can I?"
edited 18th Oct '10 11:08:30 AM by MadeOfAxes
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.Ramshot: Play nicely my exhaus- *hears Midnight then patches through to him* Why don't you ask flak traktor?
Hawkeye: *is busy checking and rechecking the sim record* There has to be something here...
edited 18th Oct '10 11:17:28 AM by Strigon
Shameless Self-promotion ho!"I don't care who's fault it was. Knowing you two, you'll start fighting over who's telling the truth. I know you two hate each other, but we're all on the same side, for Primus' sake! Pull your selves together, I've just got back and I'd prefer it if my team were all still alive."
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.Ramshot: You're one to talk, You hardly even fight with us. *gets enough leverage to kick Blizzard off him then turns to Scarab and crouches so he can speak to him optic-to-optic to spite the smaller decepticon* Whatever sprite. *heads off then activates his cloak*
edited 18th Oct '10 11:26:10 AM by Strigon
Shameless Self-promotion ho!Hawkeye: *gets a lead* What's this? *analyzes his discovery*
edited 18th Oct '10 11:27:42 AM by Strigon
Shameless Self-promotion ho!-Hawkeye's readout abruptly stops responding, instead showing a pear, a lime, and a coconut, in some interesting situations-
-Blizzard sighs-
"We'll have to do something about him soon. He's too much of a liability."
edited 18th Oct '10 11:43:53 AM by MadeOfAxes
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.Hawkeye: *his mind is now desensitized to such things due to all his time spent in front of a monitor* This guy's good... *smirks then tries again utilizing a different approach to the source*
edited 18th Oct '10 11:47:13 AM by Strigon
Shameless Self-promotion ho!Temblor turns towards the direction of Cryptic's voice.
"What is it, Cryptic? Have you found something of note?"
At this point Razorclaw returns to the simulation deck, looking somewahat morose.
"We've received new orders, 'Cons."
The Danse Macabre Codex-Groundfire's head rotates to examine the smaller Transformer-
" Your face says they will be routine assignments. Or that we are about to go on a suicide mission."
-The large flak soldier rolls his shoulder mechanisms, rapidly cycling the barrels of his guns; the mouthplate "redcracks" again-
If it's the second one, I have no objections.
edited 18th Oct '10 8:25:17 PM by Colonial1.1
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."Razorclaw shook his head in mild annoyance.
"We've been reassigned to a backwater planet in the middle of nowhere; apparently this botched simulation means that our service records have been scrambled beyond recovery, essentially consigning them to the scrap heap. In other words, we're starting over again at the bottom of the ladder; if we want to get our old ranks back, we need to do well on this mission."
edited 18th Oct '10 8:35:22 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre CodexScarab's left optic twitched slightly, a sign that he was holding back intense rage.
"You know how I said we should keep the hacker alive and have him glitch the Autobot systems? Scrap that, I'll kill him myself. So what's the name of the slagball we're going to be stuck on?"
Pretend there's something clever written here.The leonine Predacon scowled in disgust—or would have, if his face were capable of emoting.
"The official designation is Sol Three—take a wild guess as to which planet it is in the system—but the native organics have their own name for it. It is a bland, unoriginal and pathetically wasteful name; that they even came up with it in the first place shows how uninspired they are as a race."
Razorclaw reached up to hold a palm over his blank face and sighed.
"They call it Earth."
The Danse Macabre Codex

Ramshot: *glares at Blizzard before heading off somewhere objects of his ire aren't*
Hawkeye: Ah, let him go. He's probably upset that he didn't get to fight as much as he wanted. And if you'll excuse me, I have to look at the sim's results. *goes to the main bridge*
Shameless Self-promotion ho!