Hijacking in the Hudson



Hudson Bay

Covered by ice from October to mid-July, Hudson Bay is a shallow sea covering approximately 490,000 square miles and connected to the Atlantic by the Hudson Strait, and to the Arctic Ocean through Foxe Channel. The brilliantly blue shallows frequently harbor visiting beluga whales, their numbers having increased noticeably since the U.N. forbade whaling in these waters. Towards the center of the bay, the blue water gives way to ice during winter, either from the bay itself freezing, or from icebergs drifting down from the Arctic. Occasionally, the icebergs bring a hitchhiking polar bear with them.

Contents:

F-15 Streak Eagle

Repugnus

Swindle

Robot Tiger 

White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules 

Obvious exits:

South  leads to Eastern Provinces - Canada.

Northeast  leads to Northwest Atlantic.

East  leads to Eastern Provinces - Canada.

West  leads to Northwest Territories/Yukon/Nunavut.

Fly 

It was a blustery, overcast day. All around Fanfare and the crew manning him was fluffy clouds and flurries of snow. It was COLD, and it was blustery. He rumbled through the skies, almost fading in with the clouds with his still-white paint job, heading north.

Inside, it was much cozier, and he had even taken to putting on 'rock classic' music at a tolerable volume level (That is, only slightly loud). He was burdened down with a load of energon - the crates secured VERY tightly with cables and straps to the floor, so that not a single one could shift even a milimeter.

"ET's gettin' windier. Gonnae lower altitude some tae compensate." he rumbles to his passengers.

BOTS GO

Impactor is in Fanfare's passenger hold, sitting in front of a crate he's using as a makeshift table. A wide variety of guns and parts rest on the table top, and Impactor is idly sorting through them, cleaning the weapons and making sure they're up to par. He works methodically, cleaning off one part before snapping it back onto the weapon with a loud clack and moving onto the next. Outside, through one of Fanfare's windows, the wind and snow blow in a futile gesture against the transport. Impactor ignores it, as he does for the rock music that's being piped in. Worse, this is no ordinary rock. This is /Christmas/ rock. One of the Autobot troopers also assigned to get this cargo to its destination is humming along with the Christmas music, but stops once Impactor shoots him a death glare. He doesn't react to Fanfare's announcement, figuring the mech knows what he's doing.

Repugnus is reclining against the back hatch of the prop plane, one leg crossed over the other. "Yeah, yeah, it's windy. Uh, so, what were we doing again? I forgot why I signed up for this silly job. Or maybe I didn't even ask! That's also quite possible! Also, could we put on something less... I dunno... gay? I think you're hurting Impactor's machismo over there."

Robot Tiger  can fly of course.

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F-15 Streak Eagle loves the cold. The Seeker loves the winds ripping over his wings and even though hes determined to chase down the Autobot hauler to snatch some energon, now the F15 has slowed up and is enjoying the chaotic jetstream. Which is a good thing as his two companions on this mission are a lot slower.

With some fierce hard rock playing the StreakEagle is lazing through the air Skydancing as he slowly closese in on the large Autobot hauler.

Rampage mutters something about showoffs as he trails behind Windshear. But he's been bored lately, so he follows the dead-looking remodelled Seeker into whatever mischief is available to be had.

Rampage rises up into his robot form.

Swindle rises through the clouds, straining against the turbulence as he tries to keep the Autobot vessel within his visual range. If things keep on at this rate, they're going to lose it, and Windshear might find himself on his own. :rubs his chin for a second. "I wonder how much..." But his words are lost to the winds that whip at his non-aerodynamic figure, exacerbated by his moved arm. Straightening out, he glowers and refocuses on the pursuit.

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Fanfare rumbles a little, the turbulence dropping as the floor shivers only with the power of his own engines now and not the rush of air around him. "Hey, this is CLASSIC." he protests to Repugnus, but despite that he turns the dials, turning on some Trans Siberian Orchestra christmas music instead - the heavier rock peices at least. "And we're deliverin' this energon up north tae one of our temporary outposts there." he explains patiently, his robotic arm overhead lowering to check a strap beside the Trooper.

"All human music is pretty bad," Impactor tells Repugnus, not looking up from his work. "This is just worse than most of it." He snatches a power cell and snaps it into place into the handle of his laser pistol before sliding it into his ankle holster. "Frankly having an outpost up here does have /some/ merit," he admits. "Too often the Cons are able to run around Earth without interference. A lot of Decepticon patrols pass over here, so this'll give us an actual shot of shooting them down no matter where they go."

Repugnus lifts his head up, frowning at Fanfare's latest selection. "What the hell is that? Okay, fine, I get it, nothing but crap on the radio this time of year. Bleh." He doesn't pay much attention to the debriefing. "Yeah, yeah, lost interest already, bored." He snorts. "Yeah, if we could get around to doing it for once."

That last bit was directed at Impactor. So you know.

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F-15 Streak Eagle finally levels out as he draws closer to the Autobot transport. Its hard to get a great visual though through all the snow but its also hard to miss HercyBird too. He causually brings his weapons online and address the two mechs with him. <"Hey -- hey.. you guys there?"> his radar pings them and he slows up a bit more, <"Ok well when you get here -- Im willing to bet the bots got passengers with that energon. Im not that interested in a kill count, I just want some of the energon...."> he decides to flip frequencies at that point and continues.

Rampage takes a shot at the big Autobot. "Slow him down, flush out passengers. Sounds like a plan," he says. It better not be holding cranberry flavored energon!

Combat: Rampage strikes White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules  with his pew pew pew (Disruptor) attack!

Swindle narrows his optics and, raising his fire-arm in his right hand, starts firing blasts at the dimly-visible shape of the large Autobot with his Gyro Gun, all the while trying to maintain a stable trajectory against the weather patterns.

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Combat: Swindle misses White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules  with his Gyro Gun attack!

Fanfare was about to reply when the firepower slams into his side with dull BZAAPS of displaced energy. Instead of words, there's a grunt of pain and a small alarm goes off in his hold "All 'ands on deck. We're under attack!" he growls after that, his speed starting to slow down further - knowing it was Decepticons, and that seekers would be at a disadvantage to try and slow down enough to match his own in their superior, faster jets. After all, his top speed was their LOWEST speed. His pitiful lasers sprung out to shoot back at the one who struck him - Rampage - while no doubt those inside prepared for boarding.

Combat: White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules  strikes Rampage with his Wing Lasers (Laser) attack!

Repugnus lazily stretches, yawns, and stands when the C130 takes fire. "Oh, no, Decepticons," he says in what's nearly a deadpan. He stands, scratches under his armpit, cricks his neck, shrugs, and sighs. "Welp, better take care of that." Marching towards one of the side hatches, he pops it open, climbs up on top of the C-130, whips out his Venom Laser, and begins to take potshots at Rampage. "C'mon, Deceptichumps. You wanna get our treasure trove of priceless artifacts, you gotta go through ME!"

Combat: Repugnus strikes Rampage with his Laser attack!

Impactor grunts in agreement with Repugnus. He hasn't been satisfied with the war against the Decepticons either. The bad guys need to know that no matter how far they run, no matter what they do, no matter how well they hide, there will be an Autobot waiting for them there to stick his boot up their exhaust. Currently that isn't happening. You can tell by the swagger the Cons have had lately. It's high time Impactor did something about it. Finally looking up from his work, the Wrecker stares at the Monsterbot. "Repugnus," he says. "It's--"

Impactor is suddenly thrown from his seat. The crate goes flying, scattering bits and pieces of guns and other assorted weapons throughout the hold. Pressed against the deck, Impactor grits his teeth as he pushes himself up. What was he just thinking? Something about the /Decepticons/ needing to fear going anywhere? "Fanfare, evasive maneuvers!" He pushes himself up to his feet. "Open your C hatch. We got us some shooting to do." Taking up a position on a hatch opposite of the one Repugnis is at, Impactor spies an F-15 streaking closer to the C-130. At this distance, and with the wind and snow howling all around them, he can't make out which one. It'll be real funny if it turns out Air Raid came along to help out at the last second. Already snow is starting to build up at his feet thanks to the open hatch. Regardless, Impactor braces himself against the open hatch with his harpoon while firing a blast from his laser pistol towards Windshear.

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Combat: Impactor sets his defense level to Guarded.

Combat: Impactor misses F-15 Streak Eagle with his Laser attack!

Combat: Drained 2 energon.

Rampage gets shot twice! Fortunately both attacks only graze him and anger him. "Oh, you want some of this? Well come and get it, bug boy," he says to Repugnus. He fires a laser at the Monsterbot. "I don't think you can fly, though, can you?"

Combat: Rampage strikes Repugnus with his Laser attack!

F-15 Streak Eagle notices a clump of snow heading toward him that looks totally different then the rest. Its glowing white and melting a path through the blizzard. The jet banks over hard and the blast goes right by to massacre all the snow in its path. Ok its on now. He notices Rampage get hit twice and quickly adds up the shots. <"2 inside and Fanfare. We got this."> he say as he runs blanket fire toward the C130 with both hsi wing lasers.

Combat: F-15 Streak Eagle misses White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules  with his Full-Auto Area attack! [Pulled -1]

Combat: F-15 Streak Eagle misses Impactor with his Full-Auto Area attack! [Pulled -1]

Combat: F-15 Streak Eagle (Windshear) used "Full-Auto": A Level 1 AREA-RANGED attack.

Combat: F-15 Streak Eagle strikes Repugnus with his Full-Auto Area attack! [Pulled -1]

 Repugnus says, "Huh. Predatard's got a point. Maybe we should land this thing?"

Swindle begins to catch up to the slowing craft, which he is actually beginning to see enough of to identify. With an effort, he raises his arm again, switching the ammo in his arm-mounted blaster to his Scatter Blaster setting, and sending a quick burst towards the Autobot's engines.

 Repugnus says, "And by 'thing' I mean you, Fanfare."

Swindle says, "attack fanfare=Scatter Blaster"

Combat: Swindle misses White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules  with his Scatter Blaster attack!

<Autobot> Fanfare rumbles "Thank ye... Ah'll begin descent immediately, although ah cannae do 'evasive maneuvers' and 'safe landing' at once typically, ah'll do me best

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Fanfare obliges Impactor. While he didnt want to accidentally toss his companions out, he did begin the best 'evasive maneuvers' a 100+ foot long plane could do - which was basically nothing. He starts to lower his altitude as quickly as safely possible. Inside, his arm reaches out to grasp the crate and avoid it from banging into any others and causing an explosion. That would be BAD, yes.

"Bugger off, Decepticons! " he growls as well, the guns rounding on Rampage once more as the snow blustered around all of them, ice forming on parts of his wings where the temperature dropped further due to lower air pressure.

<Autobot> Fanfare says, "if they get inside, do NAE shoot. If ye shoot the cargo, we're all buggered."

Combat: White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> misses Rampage with his Wing Lasers (Laser) attack!

<Autobot> Remedy says, "Do you need repair services?"

<Autobot> Fanfare says, "Nae yet..."

Repugnus shrugs, standing there fairly unconcerned as laser blasts pelt his hide. "Yeah, I guess I can't. But then again, you staying over there, in the air, well... that just goes to show how scared you are of me. I mean, hey, I'm not judging. I'm a pretty scary guy, you wouldn't wanna get into a scrap with me. So, uh, just stay up in the sky where it's safe and big bad Repugnus won't get you." He transforms, and begins to spray a shower of stinging sparks from his hideous mouth. "MOSTLY safe, anyway, I make no guarantees!"

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "If they get inside I won't feel the need to shoot them!"

Repugnus twists and flips around into his horrific creature mode!

<Autobot> Impactor says, "Hell, I think I'd prefer they got inside."

Combat: Bug Creature <Repugnus> sets his defense level to Fearless.

Impactor glares as the F-15 banks away from his shot. As the Decepticon streaks in with the wing lasers blazing, he glances over his shoulder and shouts, "Fanfare! Hard to port, NOW!" He holds on tight to avoid being tossed out into the snow, and luckily for him it helps to ensure that not all of Windshear's shots find a home. With Windshear now on the other side of the plane, Impactor rushes over, now joining Repugnus at his hatch. All the better to get another crack at Windshear. This time, he unleashes a quick shot from his shoulder cannon, aiming to blow one of Windshear's wings off.

Combat: Bug Creature <Repugnus> strikes F-15 Streak Eagle with his Spitting Sparks Area attack!

Combat: Bug Creature <Repugnus> strikes Rampage with his Spitting Sparks Area attack!

Combat: Bug Creature <Repugnus> misses Swindle with his Spitting Sparks Area attack!

Combat: Impactor strikes F-15 Streak Eagle with his Shoulder Cannon attack! [Pulled -3]

Combat: Drained 2 energon.

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F-15 Streak Eagle gets slammed by two different weapons as he sails over the Hercybird. meh, the Wreckers shot stung just a tad, but the fire.. fire is good. Put a tingle of warmth in his otherwise freezing cold systems right now. He flips over and turns back toward the C130 again. Ok, this is not going quite as he wants it to. And considering theres the Wrecker leader (whom he and windy have swapped metal and shredded systems and energon on more then one occassion) and that monsterbot that surged on nearly everyon the other night in the SteelBalloon, this might take awhile. He notices the Predicons getting hammered but so far Swindle has managed to stay pretty much untouched. He decides do go another route and suddenly fires at the nosecone of the C130.

Combat: F-15 Streak Eagle strikes White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> with his Photon Pulse attack!

Combat: That attack has temporarily affected White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare>'s Accuracy. (Blinded)

Rampage gets sparks spit out at him! Fortunately he is able to dodge another blast sent in his direction by Fanfare. "Give us the goods and we'll bugger off!" he says, firing his lightning rifle at Repugnus.

Combat: Rampage strikes Bug Creature <Repugnus> with his Lightning Rifle attack! [Pulled -3]

Swindle darts left, then right, focusing his attention on not getting hit by the flying sparks that Repugnus is spraying from a place he does not care to imagine. One such spark passes close enough past him to blister his paintjob. Gritting his teeth, or whatever, he follows Fanfare as the Autobot descends, positioning himself above him. Then he, in a desperate movement, deactivates his anti-grav systems, dropping like a stone. With luck, he can land upon the airbourne Autobot.

Combat: Swindle strikes White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> with his Grab attack!

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<Autobot> Repugnus says, "Oooh! Our first customer!"

<Autobot> Fanfare says, "Bankin-ACH! Ah cannae see!... Bankin left!"

The HErcules rumbles as he continues to drop, soon BELOW the clouds, instead of within them. Here, the wind blustered more and the snow flurried all around, turned and twisted into helixes of sparkling white behind his four engines that melted and refroze the snow from their mix of heat and air pressure changes. He had begun to bank left when the attack by the F-15 struck his radar assembly, pretty much blinding him. He was quite literally, flying blind and by instinct. Frantically recalling his last altitude, direction and banking angle, he levelled out as best he could to avoid a run in with the ground, and also began to bank left as sharply as he could - which will take a good quarter mile to turn ninety degrees, and at least thirty seconds to complete. Blinded, he withholds his attack this round, feeling someone landing on top of him "We've been boarded, mates!"

No attack.

"Blast it," Impactor mutters. "It's too confining in here. Can't get a clear shot." He ducks and weaves away from the current hatch. "Repugnus, I'm going top side. If this doesn't kill me, remind me to finish our conversation later." The Wrecker then reaches out of the hatch, clawing his way up the side of the C-130. "Fanfare, old boy, hold it together." The ship is blasted by Windshear and Swindle, and Impactor is nearly flung off into the wintery air.

It's only through a last-ditch stab of his harpoon that he manages to stick close to the transport. Dangling by one arm for a moment, he swings forward, grabs onto the hull of the transport, and yanks himself up on top. What is he, crazy?! Perhaps, but he makes it to the top. Magnetic clamps in his boots activate, ensuring he can't be knocked off too easily. Now Impactor has an unobstructed view of the battle. Even better, he isn't the only one up here. The Wrecker meets the Combaticon's gaze. His mouth twists into a vicious grin. "Swindle, Swindle, Swindle," he tsks. "You just made the stupidest mistake of your life."

Combat: Impactor inspires White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> with dramatic and heroic words!

Bug Creature <Repugnus> braces himself against Fanfare's impending maneuver... by sinking his foreclaws into Fanfare's hide, which he should... probably feel. A lot. "Haha, yeah, hold on tight before you hit the ground in a flaming ruin!" Repugnus says, as if attempt to undo the inspire. Swindle lands moments later, and you'd swear his bulbous optics got a little bigger. "Oooooohhhh! Swindle, Impactor is so right! See, not just because HE'S gonna beat you, but because I'm also gonna beat you up... and then I'm gonna torture you until you die! HAHAHA--ahem, *allegedly* torture you, that is." Then, with a high-pitched shriek, he lunges at Swindle, claws raised!

Combat: Bug Creature <Repugnus> strikes Swindle with his Shearing Claws attack!

<Autobot> Fanfare says, "OW! Mind the claws!"

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "Sorry, had to stay stable *some*how!"

<Autobot> Fanfare just rumbles something heavily accented and probably not fit for children under 1 million years.

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F-15 Streak Eagle sees Swindle land on Fanfore and sees Impactor claw his way outside and to the top. Ok thats one out. He paces the C130 for a moment and then turns toward the cargoplane and opens fire near open cargo doors and toward the top of the Autobot.

Combat: F-15 Streak Eagle misses Impactor with his Full-Auto Area attack!

Combat: F-15 Streak Eagle (Windshear) used "Full-Auto": A Level 2 AREA-RANGED attack.

Combat: F-15 Streak Eagle strikes Bug Creature <Repugnus> with his Full-Auto Area attack!

Swindle grins feebly, "Heh, oh, hi there." He tilts his head thoughtfully for a second before continuing. "Y'know, in the last week, we kinda set an giant tree of Galvatron on fire. I kinda figured /that/ would be the worst mistake of my life - woah!" Swindle manages to raise his left arm as Repugnus rakes his claws at him. Then he cries out as Repugnus' claws leave deep furrows in his arm, which starts leaking purple fluid. Staggering backwards along Fanfare's hull, he fumbles slightly as he transfers his Gyro Gun to his uninjured arm and fires, perhaps slightly precipitately, perhaps slightly panicky.

Rampage makes an attempt to board the plane. "Ok, I want what you got, so hand it over!" he says, as he tries to get into the cargo bay.

Combat: Swindle strikes Impactor with his Gyro Gun attack!

Combat: Swindle (Swindle) used "Gyro Gun": A Level 2 RANGED attack.

Combat: You took 4 damage.

Combat: That attack has temporarily impaired Impactor's Agility. (Crippled)

Combat: Rampage strikes White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> with his Let me in! (Grab) attack!

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"Ah'm bein' boarded, mates!" notes Fanfare as he continues further down, preparing for an emergency landing now as with a crank, his landing gear shunts out.

He growls as Rampage grips onto his side, and the mech starts to try and close the hatch door, timing it for when he guesses Rampage will be halfway in.


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Combat: White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> strikes Rampage with his Premature Door Closing (Punch) attack!

Bug Creature <Repugnus> cackles as he stabs into Swindle's arm, drool flying between his needle-teeth with each vicious thrust of his talons, apparently ignoring the spray of lasers lancing his armor. "Nope, it wasn't! Galvatron would have just atomized you! Me, I'll take my time!" He transforms, looking to mix it up a little. "Hahahaha, the price is WRONG, Swindle!" he cackles, trying to grab Swindle's injured arm and force his thumbs through the tears that he created in his armor. "Ooh, ooh, better, your loan on life has been rejected! Hahahaha!" He's so deranged, apparently, that he can't tell how terrible his jokes anymore!

The creature spins and twists about into Repugnus's robot mode!

Combat: Repugnus misses Swindle with his Dirty Fighting attack! [Pulled -2]

Impactor doesn't bother telling Fanfare to close the doors so the Decepticons can't get in. He figures that'll be obvious. For now he focuses on the two Cons /outside/ the ship. Swindle quickly recovers from Repugnus's claws, but the Autobots aren't done with him just yet. The Wrecker moves in close, flanking the Combaticon even as Windshear strafes the area. It's more luck than anything that Impactor avoids harm, but he's well aware of how dangerous a Seeker can be.

Even as Swindle's Gyro Gun throws his circuits into a tizzy, Impactor grits his teeth and forges on. With one hand, he begins trying to pound Swindle's face in with repeated blows, careful to leave enough room for Repugnus to do his thing. With his other arm, he takes aim and fires at Windshear, hoping to snag himself a flying fish. If he strikes gold with that, Windshear's going to have an interesting time flying.

Combat: Impactor sets his defense level to Fearless.

Combat: Impactor misses Swindle with his The Night Santa Pac Went Crazy Area attack!

Combat: Impactor strikes F-15 Streak Eagle with his The Night Santa Pac Went Crazy Area attack!

Combat: Drained 12 energon.

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Rampage yelps as the hatch door closes with him halfway through it! He squirms, trying to wriggle into the hatch, while firing a blast to get the plane to reverse its tactics. "OPEN UP!"

Combat: Rampage misses White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> with his Disruptor attack!

F-15 Streak Eagle notices Rampages attempt to board get a painful obsticle and then suddenly he sees it. The Wreckers grappling hook heading straight toward him. He has an instant flashback of the last time that hook nailed him and quickly the F15 does a wing stand to avoid the hook. Its close and the edge of the hook does scrape his undercarriage as it sails by. But a miss is a miss and slamming back down level the Seeker decides to once again try to blind the C130.

Combat: F-15 Streak Eagle strikes White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> with his Photon Pulse attack!

Combat: That attack has temporarily affected White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare>'s Accuracy. (Blinded)

<Autobot> Impactor says, "Fanfare, you need help with Rampage?"

Swindle rolls nimbly backwards before coming to his feet, near the rear of Fanfare's large form, and then he jumps upwards and over, sweeping his leaking arm behind him, aiming for Repugnus' face, hoping to obscure the Autobots' vision.

Combat: Swindle strikes Repugnus with his Mud in your Eye! (Laser) attack!

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<Autobot> Fanfare says, "Ah think Ah'm doin' okay sir. The trooper's in there too."

Fanfare grumbles as his door is shot, and it swings back open from the blast, the glass knocked out of the window. There's a whirring sound overhead as his powerful hydraulic loading arm swings into motion, aiming to club Rampage right in the face. "Get OUT!" He barks, the Trooper still recovering from the crate that slid into him, but soon was on his feet.

He continues his descent down towards the ground, now only a few hundred yards from it. Luckily, most of Nunavut is flat, with polar bears.

Combat: White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> misses Rampage with his Hydraulic Arm Punch (Punch) attack!

<Autobot> Fanfare says, "... or naught"

Impactor's harpoon hits!... but not enough to fully snag the Seeker. Holding his arm out, the harpoon swiftly recoils back into its wrist socket. Satisfied that Repugnus has things well in hand against Swindle, Impactor fires off a quick transmission to the Autobot broadband to see if Fanfare needs help against the Predacon. When the transport doesn't immediately reply, he rushes to the edge of the herc, trying to stay low to limit how badly the wind and snow can screw up Fanfare's aerodynamics. Peering over the edge, he sees Rampage's ass sticking out of a half shut hatch. "Sorry, Fanfare, too late. I can't pass this up." As Primus as his witness, there is no way to ignore a shot this beautiful, and so he lets loose with a blast from his shoulder cannon.

Combat: Impactor strikes Rampage with his Shooting For The Moon attack! [Pulled -2]

Combat: Drained 5 energon.

<Autobot> Impactor says, "Hey, ah, Fanfare. Getting close to the ground, hrm? That intentional?"

<Autobot> Fanfare says, "Aye."

Repugnus hisses as the... apparently burning?... energon from Swindle's arm gets into his eyes, and elects to transform and use that pair of eyes instead. "Swindle... shouldn't be on the ground fightin' with me. Gonna cut up you up! Gonna sell your bits on your own black market! One Swindle head, half off! Haha, all limbs, seventy-five percent off! How many takers do you think I'd get? Heheheheheh!" He kicks his clawed leg up, trying to jam it into the Combaticon's midsection.

Repugnus twists and flips around into his horrific creature mode!

Combat: Bug Creature <Repugnus> strikes Swindle with his Kick attack!

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Rampage gets hit by Impactor, which pretty well launches him right into the bay, past the arm that tries to keep him out. He finds the tie-down for the cargo and slashes at it.

Combat: Rampage misses White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> with his Gimme all your cargo! (Punch) attack!

<Autobot> Fanfare says, "... way to go mate."

<Autobot> Impactor says, "I'm coming in. Just don't let him escape."

<Autobot> Fanfare says, "RighT!"

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "Yeah, Impactor, how dare you shoot that Predacon!"

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "GEEZE, the nerve!"

<Autobot> Fanfare's voice is suddenly meeker "Sorry."

F-15 Streak Eagle sees Rampage get inside and notices Swindles got his hand full. He switches weapons and takes another shot at Fanfare.

Combat: F-15 Streak Eagle strikes White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> with his Thermal Laser attack! [Pulled -3]

Swindle twists as Repugnus tries to kick him, and only manages to drag his essential components out of the way. With a cry of pain, he clutches at his leg as Repugnus' claws shred the armour of his leg. This, combined with his weakened left arm, leads him to list to the left as he tries to lift himself into a beneficial position to take a swing at his attacker.

Combat: Swindle strikes Bug Creature <Repugnus> with his Desperate attack (Smash) attack!

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Impactor rolls his optics and mutters a curse under his mechanical breath. He spares another quick glance over his shoulder to see how Repugnus is doing and to make sure the Seeker isn't going to blast him off the top. But as usual, the Decepticon only has the ball bearings to shoot at the C-130. Alas, Impactor cannot be in two places at once, and the Predacon is being more effective at the moment. Sliding off of the Herc, Impactor uses his harpoon to slow his descent down the side, even though it leaves a scar in Fanfare's hide. He'll make it up to the transport later. Once down, he swings into the transport behind Rampage just in time to see the mech trying to go after the energon.

"Idiot," he hisses, making his presence known. "What were you morons planning? Getting in here and stealing... what, all four or five cubes you can carry in your hands?" He starts advancing. "But simple thievery shouldn't be your style. You're a Predacon, and what I've heard of Predacons that means you're the best that the Decepticons have." He keeps stomping towards Rampage. "'Everyone is their prey', they say. 'Always acting with strength and decisiveness', I've heard. So screw the petty thievery, Predacon. Focus on something that's a *real* challenge." Half way towards Rampage, he abruptly reaches over and snags the crate he had been using as a table during the flight over and chucks it towards the mech. "Come on, Predacon! This prey's ready to fight back! Show me that it isn't all talk!"

Combat: Impactor strikes Rampage with his Deck The Halls attack!

Combat: Drained 8 energon.

Fanfare growls in annoyance, watching as Rampage gains access. The trooper leaps towards Rampage bravely, aiming to body-check him away. the Jumbo slams both his hatches shut, a red light going off as he seals them as best he can, a hiss of air pressure filling the cabin as the frozen tundra whips by underneath, his speed dropping crazily.

A sudden lurch, and his nose points upwards now, preparing for landing as the entire world tilts towards his tail. He utters a warning over his radio for his comrades of course, the mechanical arm trying to catch the cat as the straps were slashed, but not yet severed by Rampage.

<Autobot> Fanfare says, "Heads oop! Ah'm landin!"

Bug Creature <Repugnus> just laughs as his bulbous head takes a crack. "Hahahaha! Parts may be slightly crushed!" he yells, before transforming and... suddenly trying to grab onto Swindle and force him off the plane! "Geronimoooooo!" he cries happily as they both plunge through the sky. It's not likely to be as bad of an impact as it would have been just a few moments ago, but it's liable to hurt...

The creature spins and twists about into Repugnus's robot mode!

Combat: Repugnus strikes Swindle with his Off We Go In the Wild Blue Yonder (Smash) attack!

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "*CRUNCH* Way ahead of you!"

Swindle says, "Oh Slag," Swindle manages to croak before Repugnus drives them ploughing into the ground. The two of them actually manage to leave a furrow behind them, given the speed at which they hit. After several minutes, Swindle manage to climb to his feet and, shakily, lifts into the air, retreating before he gets killed."

The Predacon snarls as he's decked by Impactor. "Not sticking around! I'll just take what I came for!" Some of the crates have come loose, but not all of them. He grabs what he can and prepares to bail, rushing at the closed doors to try to get them to open again.

Combat: Rampage misses White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> with his Lemme out! (Punch) attack!

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F-15 Streak Eagle sees Swindle get thrown off and circles around Fanfares aft. All he can since its up to the Predicon now is run interference first of sorts. He fires both wing cannons at the two bots.

Combat: F-15 Streak Eagle strikes Impactor with his Full-Auto Area attack!

Combat: F-15 Streak Eagle (Windshear) used "Full-Auto": A Level 2 AREA-RANGED attack.

Combat: You took 5 damage.

Combat: F-15 Streak Eagle misses Repugnus with his Full-Auto Area attack!

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Impactor scoffs at Rampage. A single handful of crates is nothing compared to what's in here. The Wrecker is almost insulted by the stupidity of the Decepticon plan. "Who the hell's even running the show here?" he mutters. He's actually tempted to point this out, but manages to refrain since, hey, if the Cons want to waste their time, he shouldn't try to teach them how to do better. Worse, Impactor's disappointed in Rampage. It seems all that talk from the other Autobots was just overblown hype, and as Rampage already tries to make a break for it, Impactor steps in the way. Lowering his shoulder, Impactor tries to bodycheck Rampage into the far wall. He doesn't even bother going for the crates. It's pocket change compared to how much stuff Fanfare is able to transport.

The door dents, but does not give way to Rampage as he tries to shoulder it. Fanfare rumbles unhappily again, but with Impactor inside he could not easily swing that arm once more. As one Decepticon is bucked off, he focuses on the Jet again overhead as those guns turn to track, firing off a blast before touching down.

The Hercules's entire form shudders with the impact as he lands, snow flying up behind him. He resists the instinctual urge to activate his air brakes, understanding that EVERYTHING not strapped down will end up continuing forwards, and not wishing to harm his two companions now as he uses the long, rough tundra as an extended landing strip, grunting each time the two inside play NHL hockey.

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Combat: White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> strikes F-15 Streak Eagle with his Wing Mounted Lasers (Laser) attack!

Combat: Impactor strikes Rampage with his All I Want For Christmas Is Your Two Front Teeth (Kick) attack!

Combat: Drained 2 energon.

Repugnus raises his gun up to shoot Swindle again, but then Windshear had to go and remind him that he existed by spraying the ground around him with shots. "Oh, Windshear, I think you've done enough flying for today..." He aims the Venom Laser up at him, but checks the charge. Nearly depleted. Nuts. "Hold, on, Windshear, I'll be right with you!" he calls up happily.

Combat: Repugnus takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

<Autobot> Fanfare says, "The Fanfare 'as landed!"

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F-15 Streak Eagle pulls out of the way as the C130 comes down for a hard landing. He takes a laser blast along his left flank from the Autobot as the plane goes down. But Windshear doesnt pay it any attantion as he watches for the Predicon. <"Come on, Rampage!"> he says and lobs off another shot at the partially open door to help the Pred see which way is out.

Combat: F-15 Streak Eagle misses White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> with his Laser attack!

Rampage keeps trying to squirm through the open door. "That's not your concern!" he says to Impactor, "We'll settle this later!"

Combat: Rampage takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

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Combat: Swindle begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Rampage, White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare>, and F-15 Streak Eagle

Impactor presumably hits Rampage with his shoulder block, but before he can attack further, Fanfare 'lands', and despite the warning Impactor is knocked off his feet and sent face first into the bulkhead. Now they're even for that harpoon sliding trick he pulled off earlier. Groggily getting up, the Wrecker mutters about how the word 'landing' is used way more loosely than in his day. Impactor spies Rampage trying to escape with his ill gotten gains, but it'll take him a moment to get back on his feet and get over there. Rampage should use the most of this time!

Combat: Impactor takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

Combat: Regained 12 energon.

Repugnus checks the charge on his rifle again. "Ah, good news, Windshear!" Repugnus calls up. "I got three bars on my rifle! That means it has enough power to shoot you! Better get ready for it... cuz you're gonna craaash!" He cackles, aiming the rifle skyward, aiming carefully down the sights at the plane. He waits for it to fly off into the distance somewhat, knowing that, though this will make him a smaller target, it will also minimize the effect of Windshear's velocity, allowing him to track the Seeker more easily. "Aaaaand..." He fires, a crackling, pale-green bolt leaping out of the gun, which will paralyze its target if he hits!

Combat: Repugnus strikes F-15 Streak Eagle with his Venom Laser attack!

Combat: F-15 Streak Eagle has been temporarily incapacitated.

Fanfare continues his slow down, grunting to try and keep from fish-tailing or the roughest spots. He starts to slowly reverse the angle of his prop-blades, causing the forward-motion to slow down and eventuall, a rear-thrust to cause him to finally roll to a standstill mercifully short of going over a trio of Polar Bears out hunting harp seals. His engines idle, steaming hot in the cold like a four-set of hard working horses as the fight continues atop and within him, a few sparks showering here and there as he waits for the intruders to be evicted.

Swindle has disconnected.

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Rampage just forces his way out now, hoping he can open the door wide enough for him to slip through. Thankfully Impactor is currently otherwise occupied!

Combat: Rampage strikes White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> with his I'm getting OUT! (Grab) attack!

F-15 Streak Eagle finds himself hit by the monsterbots weapon and suddenly he has no control over any of his avianics. Well slag. Hes going down and thersn ot much he can do about it. This whole raid turned to slag. Guess theres a first time for anything, Windshear thinks as he slams to the ground belly first and then starts sliding and turning as he does. F15s are wide and flat and now hes like a giant skipping stone on the slick snow surface. Looks like his Gyros are goingn ot get a work out as he spins and slides....

<Autobot> Fanfare says, "... Full stop *weary sigh*"

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...and Windshear slides to a stop right in front of Repugnus. "Oh, hai there, Windshear! So how's your sex life?" Repugnus says, then keels over as he cackles like a madman. "...oh, you've probably never seen The Room, so you probably wouldn't get those references." He stares down at the Decepticon, shaking his head sadly. "Ah, well." He produces a combat knife, which looks really sharp. "Well. I do hope you realize why I use a stun gun and virtually no other ranged weapons, right? It's because... well, you Decepticons wriggle around so much when I'm trying to have fun with you." He gets down on his knees next to Windshear's head, and puts the blade under his chin. "And, you know, I really hate that. I just want you guys to hold still for a bit, you know, not too long." *scrapescrapescrape* "Just long enough for me to have my fun." *shreeeeekkkk* "Maybe get a souvenir to remember all the fun we had together." *shrikkkkPOP* "Ah, there we go!" Repugnus stands, grinning as he holds up Windshear's face. "Such a handsome devil..." He puts the face over his own. "...I am! Heheheh! Heheheheheh! HAHAHAHAHA!"

Combat: Repugnus strikes F-15 Streak Eagle with his Face Off attack!

<Autobot> Fanfare says, "... ACH!"

Impactor rises back up, holding his head briefly before spying Rampage bolting through the battered hatch as it squeezes shut in protest. Now it's Impactor's turn to get through. The Wrecker storms up to it, pulls back his fist... and then knocks. Fanfare kindly opens the hatch for him, and Impactor strolls through. This is why it's great to be fighting inside your teammate. Now back outside in the snow and ice, Impactor quickly surveys the situation. He doesn't see Swindle anywhere, and so he briefly weighs the chance that Swindle is still skulking around versus the chance that Repugnus brutalized him and decides that the latter is more likely. He glances to his right, and can see Repugnus kneeling in front of a downed Seeker. He can't see quite what's going on over there, but Impactor knows better than to get in the way of it. Thus, he fires off repeated uncoded pistol blasts at the Predacon that's now making good on his escape.

If a Hercules could look horrified, Fanfare very much would have. HIs blades started up in a sudden FRRRRAAAPAPPPP of alarm at what was going on in front of him as he stood there, his door busted through, and the cargo area emptied entirely. He rumbles though "Both of you decepticons had better be leaving soon, as this fight is not going well for you." with a sudden, contrasting lack of accent.

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Rampage makes a clean getaway! "Ok, are we leaving now, or what?" He spots Windshear getting menaced by Repugnus. "HEY! Stop carving up Decepticons, and start carving up Autobots for a change!" He transforms, lunging at Repugnus with claws out.

Rampage collapses down into his Tiger mode.

Combat: Robot Tiger <Rampage> sets his defense level to Fearless.

Combat: Robot Tiger <Rampage> strikes Repugnus with his Mauling attack!

F-15 Streak Eagle smells the monsterbot come up to him.. then feels his panels being ripped and slashed to get so something.. then he feels it.. where hsi face is in alternate mode. He struggles to transform but is still stunned. All he feels his panels and circuitry being shredded and then sees the Mosnter bot holding half of .. his face. The Seekers not really sure what happens next, he kind of checks out.

"YOU ARE DEAD!" he seeths tightly, his voice strongly ressembling that of a long dead Seeker and the Zombie F15 snaps out of jet mode and nearly biserk attacks the montsterbot.

Dead black and gray Cybertronian Tetrajet transforms into Pretty Boy Seeker Windshear.

Combat: Windshear sets his defense level to Fearless.

Combat: Windshear strikes Repugnus with his Thermal Laser attack!

Divebomb has arrived.

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Repugnus is bowled over as Rampage pounces him and Windshear's blast tears open a gaping hole in him, and the Monsterbot is just laughing the whole time. "Haha, oh look at you! Think I'll start calling you 'Two-Face' from now on, Windshear. Hey, how bout ya flip a coin before you kill me? Huh? Leave it to chance, man! Hahahaha! Oh, silly Decepticons... if you don't care how you look, you won't care if you get disfigured! DUHHH!" Transforming, Repugnus slashes at Rampage, who should be on top of him. "Stupid, stupid Decepticons. Shoulda ran when you could, but then you let all Puggy tick you off! Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

Repugnus twists and flips around into his horrific creature mode!

Combat: Bug Creature <Repugnus> strikes Robot Tiger <Rampage> with his Shearing Claws attack! [Pulled -3]

Impactor scowls as Rampage, rather than flee like a good little kitty, instead shows he actually /does/ have some fight left in him. So much the better! Charging towards the three Transformers with his harpoon raised, Impactor shouts an incoherent battlecry. Two monstrous Autobots are now bearing down on Rampage and Windshear, and Impactor is so, /so/ glad they're sticking around for it. Reaching the Decepticons, Impactor lashes out, attempting to stab Rampage through the back with his harpoon.

Hit or miss, he's already moving past him, leaving Rampage in Repugnus's caring claws. Upon seeing the downed F-15 transform into robot mode, Impactor breaks into a laugh as he finally recognizes the colour scheme. "Windshear, you idiot!" he grins wildly, "I'm almost insulted that you're wasting our time with this nonsense." He stabs repeatedly at the robot.

Combat: Impactor strikes Robot Tiger <Rampage> with his Rampage and Windshear Got Run Over By An Impactor Area attack!

Combat: Impactor strikes Windshear with his Rampage and Windshear Got Run Over By An Impactor Area attack!

Combat: Drained 12 energon.

The Global Pose Tracker marks that White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> has 'skipped' his action for this round.

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<Autobot> Repugnus says, "S'wrong, Fanfare? Don't like my style?"

<Autobot> Fanfare accentless, replies "No, I really do not in all honesty."

<Autobot> Wipeout says, "Puggy-poo, what did you do?"

<Autobot> Saboteur Foxfire sounds like he wants to answer Puggy...but doesn't.

<Autobot> Fanfare says, "*no accent* He cut part of the seeker's face off"

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "We "faced off." Get it? HAHAHA"

<Autobot> Wipeout lets out an eep of discomfort. "Not funny Puggy-poo!"

<Autobot> Saboteur Foxfire sighs audibly.

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "Oooh, I thought it was, but okay..."

<Autobot> Fanfare says, "*accentless * Urgh."

Robot Tiger <Rampage> transforms and makes sure the stolen goodies are secure, and flies off. "I'm done!" he exclaims, flying off.

Rampage rises up into his robot form.

Combat: Rampage begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare>

<Autobot> Wipeout sighs. "Puggy-poo, why do you like doing such not funny things?"

<Autobot> Saboteur Foxfire says, "Typical Repugnus, taking *pleasure* in combat..."

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "It's like the humans say, if you love your job you'll never work a day in your life!"

Windshear has no idea what happened when he gets nailed by the Wrecker suddenly. But he doesnt care. Damage readings flood into his HUD but he doesnt care about that either. All he cares about is killing Repugnus and he continues his attack on the monsterbot

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "And hey, we all have our sense of humor. I just ask you to respect mine"

Combat: Windshear strikes Bug Creature <Repugnus> with his Punch attack!

<Autobot> Wipeout says, "Wipeout hates fighting, only fights to help friends!"

<Autobot> Impactor says, "If it makes you feel any better, Fanfare, Windshear's a bad Decepticon. He's had that and worse coming to him."

<Autobot> Remedy says, "Hmmm?"

<Autobot> Saboteur Foxfire says, "You're implying there's a 'good' Decepticon, Impactor?"

<Autobot> Impactor says, "Sure."

<Autobot> Impactor says, "Dead ones."

<Autobot> Wipeout says, "Puggy-poo did a bad thing, Remy."

<Autobot> Remedy says, "I dunno... There' Glit..."

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "Can we get a rimshot for that one?"

<Autobot> Saboteur Foxfire plays a recorded rimshot.

<Autobot> Remedy says, "Oh, Primus... what did he do?"

<Autobot> Wipeout mumbles something about having had a nice chat with a Decepticon...

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<Autobot> Remedy chuckles, "Yeah, just like I let Slugfest beat on me so he wouldn't get in trouble... Oh... I don't think I should have mentioned that."

<Autobot> Impactor says, "You have a sick sense of humour, Remedy."

Bug Creature <Repugnus> takes a dent in his chest. Yes, by itself it does little damage, but it's beginning to stack up with all his other damage, so he staggers back somewhat all the same. "Hehhhhh hahaha... Windshear. Don't think you realize this, buddy, but, uh, all your friends? They're gone! It's just you, me, and Impactor, now. And we're not the nicest Autobots, you dig? In fact, we're prettying frakkin' vicious. Buuut... since you don't feel like running away like a smart 'con would... how about a kiss?" He leans forward, and... the kiss is actually just a spray of sparks right into the ruined half of Windshear's face, at point-blank range.

Combat: Bug Creature <Repugnus> strikes Windshear with his Brightened Facial Expression attack! [Pulled -3]

White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> ughs again quietly as he watches this, somewhat disturbed. His engines rumble up loudly as he finally announces "Let 'em go mates. WE gotta delivery tae make." to both of them, although his accent sounded choppy, as though forced.

The Global Pose Tracker marks that White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> has 'skipped' his action for this round.

<Autobot> Wipeout squees like a little human girl. "Slugfest...? The cutie stego tape? He's adorable!"

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "Adorable enough to *eat!*"

<Autobot> Saboteur Foxfire says, "Tsh. I'm cuter."

<Autobot> Wipeout says, "PUGGY-POO! Not funny again!"

<Autobot> Remedy says, "Exactly, Wipeout... And, I'm sick, Impactor? Who here is advocating mechanibbalism?"

<Autobot> Remedy says, "Yes, you're cute too, Foxfire..."

<Autobot> Wipeout says, "All tapebots cute!"

<Autobot> Fanfare says, "*accent and emotionless* /I/ am going to be sick at this rate, and everyone will be WALKING home."

<Autobot> Remedy says, "I don't have to walk, Fanfare... I can fly, so there, BLEEEEHHH :P"

<Autobot> Wipeout giggles.

<Autobot> Fanfare says, "*accentless* You aren't one of my crew either."

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "D'ooohhhh, Wipeout! I'm sowwy."

Impactor sees Rampage bouncing into the air and flying off. He takes a moment to watch the Predacon, trying to see if he somehow managed to keep those two crates he swiped on him somehow. Impactor doesn't immediately see it, but then he doesn't see it laying in the snow anywhere either. He decides it isn't important and instead focuses on Windshear. "Come on, Windshear. I know you're not like other Decepticons, but surely you haven't forgotten how to retreat." A small, /tiny/ part of him would have prefered facing Windshear in a fair match, as Windy's always been a bit more honourable than the rest of his ilk. But that tiny part is also the part of him that thinks MLP is awesome, so, y'know, it's a pretty small part. Impactor takes his turn by punching at Windshear in the gut while Repugnus works the face.

<Autobot> Impactor says, "We'll make it up to ya later, Fanfare."

<Autobot> Wipeout says, "You better be sowwie, Puggy-poo! I'mma gonna smack ya when you get home, ya hear?!"

Impactor otherwise doesn't heed Fanfare's suggestion. He isn't in the habit of leaving Decepticons alone.

<Autobot> Repugnus mutters quietly something about him hoping so

Combat: Impactor strikes Windshear with his Punch attack!

Combat: Gained 1 energon.

<Autobot> Fanfare says, "ACH!"

<Autobot> Saboteur Foxfire says, "Don't, Wipeout. He'll enjoy it."

<Autobot> Remedy says, "I dunno about that< Wipeout. Steeljaw I wouldn't call 'cute'. Nor Frenzy, Rumble, Laserbeak or Buzzsaw... lol."

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "Shhhh!"

<Autobot> Wipeout makes knuckle-cracking sounds over the radio.

Windshear is hurting so bad that he barely feels the sparks hit the destroyed part of his face. But unlike a lot of other mechs, he rarely succumbs to the pain though he really is hurt. He grits his dental plate and stubbornly refuses to leave. At this point it doesnt matter. He knows hes not going to walk away from this but hes going to leave his mark one way or another. "I .. dont care.. about them.." he rasps tightly, "I want.. my face back..." and he throws another punch right as Impactor punches him in the stomach.

Combat: Windshear strikes Bug Creature <Repugnus> with his Punch attack!

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Bug Creature <Repugnus> staggers back again from the next punch, looking about ready to fall. "Hahahaha... oh, the face?" He produces it, hanging it from a talon. "You want it? Okay..." And... he sticks the talon into his mouth, sucking the face in like he's eating a morsel off of a shishkebob. "Mmmm!" He chews loudly on the face, then swallows. "GULP! Ah, tastes like... *sorrow.* So..." He brings the tip of a talon to side of his ugly maw, and looks pensive for a moment. "...delectable. Like the tears of a clown. HehahahahAHAHAHA!"

Combat: Bug Creature <Repugnus> takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "*munchmunchchew*"

White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> starts to turn around, slowly and pointedly so he faced away from the two Autobots, as though taxiing towards an invisible runway, unable to say much else, although his wings twitched with severe agitatino.

<Autobot> Remedy says, "Don't worry, Wipeout, we'll get him when he's not suspect it"

<Autobot> Wipeout says, "...I...hope... that'snotwhatIthinkitis!"

<Autobot> Remedy says, "What is he eating?"

<Autobot> Fanfare says, "Ugh."

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "Uh... bubble gum, don't worry."

Impactor can't help but admire a part of Windshear for still sticking it out despite the awful odds he's found himself in. He admires the courage, not the intelligence, though. He spares a quick glance at Repugnus. The Monsterbot makes Impactor look well adjusted. No matter, so long as it's focused on people wearing the purple insignia Impactor will let a lot of things slide. He watches as Repugnus is knocked back, and lunges for Windshear, trying to tackle him and bring him to the now discoloured snow. This is so Repugnus can go back to working him over. The Autobot Military CO is entirely unaware that Fanfare is preparing to take off, as the noise is lost in the howling winds.

<Autobot> Saboteur Foxfire says, "A Seeker, probably."

<Autobot> Wipeout says, "....Bubblegum don't go cruch Puggy-poo..."

<Autobot> Fanfare rumbles, his accent still void, and emotions not present either. It was like a miniature Omega Supreme "Preparing for Departure to: Autobot North Pole Base. Departing: NOW. All aboard.

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "Hey, lady, I'm not sure what you were expecting when you joined my fan club!"

Combat: Impactor strikes Windshear with his The Most Wonderful Time (Kick) attack!

Combat: Drained 2 energon.

<Autobot> Wipeout says, "...WHO SAID I WAS A GROUPIE?!"

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "Me."

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<Autobot> Wipeout huffs.

<Autobot> Remedy mehs, "I used to think the dinobots were bad. The bug has topped whatever they did... Though, he's still in second place compared to Contagion."

Windshear watches as the Monster bot.. eats the left side of his FACE! Then hes kicked and hard in the side by Impactor. He stumbles to the side, goes down on one knee into energon soaked snow, splashing the now slush up everywhere. He pauses for just a second. Hes going to lose this, he knows it. He hurts so bad, the warnings flooding his HUD are nearly blinding him but he doesnt care right now. Again he ignores Impactor and extending an arm blade uses the last of his strength and energy to slash at Repugness.

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "I have competition!? Damn him!"

Combat: Windshear strikes Bug Creature <Repugnus> with his Arm Blade attack! [Pulled -3]

<Autobot> Wipeout says, "Remy, who's Contagion?"

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Bug Creature <Repugnus> is shanked all the way up to the hilt, and his optics flash, like he's about to go down... but that horrible creature's optics flash back on, and he smiiiiiiles at Windshear. "Hahaha... shoulda... ran, when you had a chance, Windy. Your face coulda been fixed, but now? You're gonna lose your life, too. Thanks for playing." And while he's still impaled, he raises his claws, snakes them behind Windshear's shoulders, and suddenly snaps them back into their sheaths, attempting to snap off both of the Seeker's arms at the same time.

Combat: Bug Creature <Repugnus> strikes Windshear with his Shearing Claws attack!

Combat: Windshear falls to the ground, unconscious.

<Autobot> Fanfare accentless, emotionless "Can we GO now?"

Bug Creature <Repugnus> looks down at his handy work, then at Impactor. "Looks like that Decepticon's been..." He rapidly transforms back into robot mode, and dons a giant pair of shades. "...disarmed! YEAAAAHHH!" He laughs, and reverts back to bug mode.

Divebomb folds in onto himself to change into his raptor form.

Impactor grunts as he lands on Windshear. He twists around, trying to hold Windshear's arms backwards. It's only partly successful as Windshear manages to impale Repugnus with his arm blade. Hey, Windy's pretty strong so that's bound to happen. Beyond that, Impactor settles on trying to hold Windshear down for Repugnus to deliver the coup de grace. And the Monsterbot does it well. Letting the Seeker slump into the snow, Impactor rises to his full height. He smirks at Repugnus's Godawful joke, and replies, "I can't believe you were calling this job silly earlier. Frankly this thing happens all the time."

White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> revs his engines again as he waits. This time his rear hatch opens up fully, the lights shining out at the two Autobots. He twitches again "Can we GO now?" he asks, as though a great amount of restraint was in place.

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Mecha-Eagle <Divebomb> comes blazing in at top speed, having heard that his brother had left a royal mess of a fight... without the Seeker who had accompained him on the raid. He would deal with his brother later; right now he had a stubborn aft seeker to save. He dives from the skies above, and lets out a terribkle scriek as he spots a certain Monsterbot ripping at the Seeker. "REPUGNUS!!!" he screams, diving down with slashing talons at the bug creature. "Get off of him you, you pile of SLAG!!" Yep, the mecha-eagle's pissed. So pissed that he doesn't even take note of the other Autobots in the area.

<Autobot> Fanfare somehowmanages to make the following word sound accentless." ... Ach."

Windshear barely registers the hit on his arms and barely registered the ground as it slams into whats left of his face. The Seeker collapses offline and is still.

Combat: Mecha-Eagle <Divebomb> strikes Bug Creature <Repugnus> with his Screaming Eagle! attack! [Pulled -3]

<Autobot> Impactor says, "Fanfare, do you have a weapon available to help?"

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<Autobot> Remedy says, "Does there need to be a medical present for when you guys show up?"

<Autobot> Fanfare 's accent is starting to return "I have some blinding flares to shoot off. May not be fully workable in the snowstorm. And Ah've me wee lasers which do piss-all.

<Autobot> Impactor says, "Good enough. I don't know how many other Decepticons are in the area, but just in case lets take Divebomb down nice and quick-like."

Bug Creature <Repugnus> shrugs at Impactor. "Yeah, well, you know, milk runs aren't usually my thing, but hey, I guess it turned out to be a lot of fun after all..." Then he's forced to stumble forward onto his face as suddenly he gets slashed at from above! "GAHHH! What the--oh, Divebomb!" Repugnus says, rolling onto his back. "Haha, oh, I forgot about you. Sheesh, you still ticked over what happened? Hey, man, nobody made you take a trip into my head! You did that on your own! Shoulda known better, dawg!" And then, as if to rub in the various insults and horrors he's leveled at the Decepticons thus far, he flashes his strobing optics at Divebomb, hoping to disorient him. "Hahaha, here's a disco to make up for it!"

<Autobot> Remedy says, "Okay, we're ready to recieve wounded at Autobot City"

<Autobot> Impactor says, "Super."

Combat: Bug Creature <Repugnus> sets his defense level to Neutral.

Combat: Bug Creature <Repugnus> strikes Mecha-Eagle <Divebomb> with his Stroboscopic Eyes attack!

Combat: That attack has temporarily affected Mecha-Eagle <Divebomb>'s Accuracy. (Blinded)

<Autobot> Wipeout says, "Can I help, Remy? I don't know much bout fixin... but I'd like to feel useful..."

<Autobot> Remedy says, "Sure, Wipeout. Just be aware you'll be seeing things that might be disturbing... And Repugnus is one of them. :P"

<Autobot> Wipeout says, "Puggy-poo isn't nearly as bad as Galvatron!"

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "*Thank you,* geeze, someone finally says it."

<Autobot> Remedy says, "That's because Puggy-poo can't wipe out city blocks with a fusion cannon."

<Autobot> Torque says, "You're giving him pet names now? Dear Primus."

<Autobot> Wipeout says, "What, you don't like petnames, Torkie?"

<Autobot> Saboteur Foxfire giggles a bit.

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "It's only because they find me adorable!"

<Autobot> Wipeout says, "....Sometimes anyway!"

<Autobot> Fanfare says, "Eurgh."

White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> rumbles again impatiently, his wings twitching again as he starts to open up his guns. he couldnt QUITE get a good angle on Divebomb from this point, but he did try as one of his wing-lasers swerved around to aim at the creature.

Combat: White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> strikes Mecha-Eagle <Divebomb> with his Wing Mounted Lasers (Laser) attack!

<Autobot> Saboteur Foxfire says, "'Repugnus' and 'adorable' are two separate things..."

<Autobot> Remedy blarghs

<Autobot> Wipeout snickers.

Impactor breaks into a grin. "Right then. So lets kill this guy and get back t-" he breaks off as there's a sudden scream that cuts through the wind. "The hell? Divebomb? Serious? Where the hell were you thirty minutes ago?" Impactor dives into the snow to avoid the laser eyes, popping up just long enough to fire a shoulder mounted blast at the diving Predacon.

<Autobot> Torque says, "/Torkie?/"

Combat: Impactor strikes Mecha-Eagle <Divebomb> with his Laser attack!

Combat: Drained 2 energon.

<Autobot> Remedy says, "Torque is cute enough without needing a 'pet name'"

<Autobot> Saboteur Foxfire says, "I'm cuter than all of you. So there."

<Autobot> Remedy says, "Also, Torque would remove your energon pump and pummel you into stasis lock before you realized it was missing..."

<Autobot> Fanfare says, "Can... we... go... now?"

<Autobot> Wipeout says, "Aww, Foxy! You are cute. But we all know that Prime is /the/ cutest of all!"

<Autobot> Saboteur Foxfire says, "Bah..."

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<Autobot> Remedy says, "I must be drinking tainted energon... Did I just hear that?"

Mecha-Eagle <Divebomb> lets out a yelp as his optics get assaulted by Repugnus's impression of the hypno-toad. All glory to the- nevermind. The eagle tumbles into the snow, shaking his head to try and clear his vision. The Predacon lets out a curse or two as he gets pinged by a laser, and then another. He quickly transforms, and dashes headlong into the Autbots standing near the Seeker's unmoving body. Even if he doesn't hit, he steps back and takes a defensive stance over the Seeker's body. He glares at the Bots. "Go away, Autobotys. Hmph, so like you to kick a mech while he's down."

Combat: Mecha-Eagle <Divebomb> misses Impactor with his Tantrum impersonation! (Smash) attack! [Pulled -2]

Combat: Mecha-Eagle <Divebomb> (Divebomb) used "Smash": A Level 1 MELEE attack.

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Combat: The next attack against you will automatically hit.

Talons extend and wings shift to reveal Divebomb's robot mode.

Combat: Divebomb strikes Impactor with his Tantrum impersonation! (Smash) attack! [Pulled -2]

Combat: Divebomb (Divebomb) used "Smash": A Level 1 MELEE attack.

Combat: You took 4 damage.

<Autobot> Impactor says, "I don't get it. Have Decepticons suddenly forgotten how to retreat? Has all these training over the millenia suddenly failed them?"

Bug Creature <Repugnus> slloooowwwwwly sits up. "...yes, actually, it's one of my favorite things to do. Sheesh, at this rate the entire Decepticon army is going to be piled up here in front of us, Impactor. Not that I care..." And since he's having trouble standing up, or even transforming, he instead sprays sparks at the insane Predacon. "Now go away already! We're done playing!"

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "You think they're trained?"

Combat: Bug Creature <Repugnus> misses Divebomb with his Spitting Sparks attack! [Pulled -3]

<Autobot> Impactor says, "Maybe that s---'s genetic."

<Autobot> Wipeout says, "Wasn't Fantastic Fanfare complaining that you guys don't know how to leave?"

<Autobot> Fanfare 's accent has returne by now "If they want tae stae, ah cannae really say NO..."

<Autobot> Impactor says, "It's the people that are /losing/ that retreat, Wipeout."

Impactor is up on his feet in a split second after firing his shoulder cannon, plodding through the snow as fast as he can. Impactor manages to intercept the eagle before he can attack Repugnus again. "Starting to take all this ignoring of me personal, Predacon." Divebomb smacks into him, but Impactor refuses to go down despite the powerful claw marks on his shoulder. Divebomb is now standing over Windshear's fallen body and can no doubt grab him and flee if he so desires. Until he does, though, the Autobots plan on making Divebomb pay for continuing to stick around. Raising his right arm, Impactor fires off his harpoon at close range.

Combat: Impactor strikes Divebomb with his Merry Christmas To All - Now You're All Gonna Die attack!

Combat: Drained 8 energon.

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "Yeah, but these guys are retarded, remember."

Divebomb lets out a feral sounding growl as Impactor steps up and takes the attack meant for Repugnus. His optics flare in bewilderment. "You're protecting /him/?!" the Predacon grumbles, stumbling back as he takes a harpoon to the shoulder. He quickly yanks it out and tosses it back to the Autobot (not even bothering to try and hurt him with it). Never taking his optics off of the Autobots, he steps back, and kneels, gathering his fallen comrade - and pieces- with a strange delicate care. He stands, glaring once more. "..." He takes off with the Seeker in his arms, not even looking back.

Combat: Divebomb begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Rampage, White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare>, and Impactor

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"Ah, jeez, not this BS again," Impactor mutters as Divebomb expresses amazement that he'd defend Repugnus. Impactor gets flashbacks to when he and Divebomb briefly skirmished outside of Metroplex. It's always amusing when Decepticons, a horrific bunch of murderers out for galactic conquest regardless of how many innocents die, play the sympathy card. When Divebomb snags Windshear, the Wrecker dives at him, though hampered by the snow. "No you don't!" But the Predacon is too fast, and the two Decepticons slip from his fingers into the sky. Rolling over, Impactor fires repeated uncoded blasts at Divebomb from both his laser pistol and shoulder cannon.

Bug Creature <Repugnus> shrugs at Divebomb. "...yeah, 'course he is. Because I'm one of the good guys!" He smiles, revealing his horrific needle-teeth. "Usually. Ain't that right, Impactor? Ah, well. But ain't this how it usually is? Torture and maim a few of them and suddenly they have themselves a pity party. Aren't they just little stinkers?"

White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> remains silent, but sighs in relief without any words. His flaps lift and flutter once more in the cold air, the polar bears having moved further away from the action, and more towards the harp seals. "... All aboard? ' he finally croaks.

"More or less, yeah," Impactor agrees. At Fanfare's insistance, he gets back up on his feet, brushing all the snow off him. After sparing one last glance at the fleeing Divebomb and Windshear, Impactor tromps back towards the Herc, climbing through one of the undamaged hatches. "All aboard," he confirms once they're both on.

Bug Creature <Repugnus> eventually forces himself up, no thanks to Impactor, and shambles off inside of Fanfare.

Divebomb goes home.

Divebomb has left.

The music inside Fanfare was loud and Black Sabbath. One could not hear a single thing inside save that music.

Windshear has left.

Rampage has left.

<Autobot> Fanfare says, "returning tae Autobot City after droppin off the remainin energon. ETA: six hours."

Repugnus has left.


 * TRAVEL SPAM ***

Autobot City - Repair Bay

This is the main repair bay for the Autobots. Several operating tables lie in a row here, and a long bench lines one wall. On the bench are assorted tools used in repairing damaged Transformers. Scattered throughout the room are various repair bots, awaiting the arrival of more wounded to repair. The room gives you the perception of being immaculately clean, not a tool out of place.

On the left side of the operating arena are wide sliding doors that open into the recovery ward. Less frantic than the busy repair bay, it consists of two rows of immaculate beds on opposite walls for those needing peace and quiet to rest and recover from their repairs. The sounds of quiet conversations between medic and patient, or between visitor and patient, are about all that disturb the quiet.

Contents:

Bug Creature <Repugnus>

White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare>

Remedy

Wipeout

Dr. Autobot

Obvious exits:

East <E> leads to Autobot City - Munitions Bay.

Doors <N> leads to Main Lobby - First Floor.

Doors <W> leads to Lounge/Observation Room.

Shaft Downward <D> leads to AC Training Chamber.

<Autobot> Remedy says, "ROger that."

Four hours ago, Impactor looks over at Repugnus from within Fanfare's passenger hold as he idly binds one of the wounds Windshear's lasers gave him. "By the way. Repugnus. It's time."

Bug Creature <Repugnus> stares back at Impactor four hours ago, brow raised. "Time? Party time? Tea time? Movie time? Bullet time? Sexy time?" He begins to rattle off a bunch of other possible times it could be.

Bug Creature <Repugnus> raising a brow looks about as disturbing as you'd think, of course.

Impactor doesn't answer the question directly, though it should soon be clear. "I'm obliged to tell you that as of December 8th, 2032, the Wreckers' survival rate is 38."

Bug Creature <Repugnus> stares at him, then waves talons about. "Woah woah woah. Hold on, full stop. You're inducting me into the... no, you can't do that. Dude, I'm like, *way* too extreme and hardcore for you guys. I'll give you a bad name. Well. A *worse* name. The WORST name. People will say, "Wreckers" in a sentence and immediately feel like spitting on the ground. You don't REALLY want that, do you?"

White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> listens to this quietly as he flies them home, having turned the music down no doubt on request. But in the cockpit at least it blasted loudly.

Impactor lets Repugnus express his concerns, giving him all the time he needs. "I'm willing to take the risk. The name's been dragged through the mud plenty already over the vorns. It's never mattered one way or another before now. That said, you can turn down this opportunity with no questions asked."

Bug Creature <Repugnus> scowls. This also looks pretty disgusting. "Hm.. hm. Hm hm. Ah, screw it. Fine, I'm in. And don't sweat the survival rate..." He grins evilly. Ewww. "...I never planned on retiring anyway!"

Whirl's rank/title is 1/Wrecker Psycho. Division: Military.

Repugnus's title in the Autobot faction is set to 'Wrecker Bad Cop'.

Repugnus's rank/title is 2/Wrecker Bad Cop. Division: Intelligence.

And with that, we are in the present day with three wounded Autobots coming into Metroplex's repair bay.

Bug Creature <Repugnus> limps in, full of holes and dents. "Boy, you won't believe the weather out there! It's KILLER!" he cracks, little bits of him falling off now and then.

Fanfare is towed into the medical bay. His doors jammed, he couldnt easily transform at this point and the double=trip had tired him anyways as they pulled him in and parked him in one of the larger bays. For convenience' sake his wings had been removed (humanely) so he fit through the door more. And if he could flinch at Repugnus, he would.

Combat: Remedy runs a diagnostic check on White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare>

Impactor trudges into the repair bay. He's one of the mechs helping to haul Fanfare in here. Least they could do for letting them cut him up as they fought the Decepticons. "Hey!" he calls out to any med-techs on duty. He and an entire squadron of Autobots finally let the cable used to tow Fanfare go, leaving the mech in the middle of the repair bay. For his part, Impactor actually looks to still be in pretty good shape. The Cons seem to hate Repugnus more than they hate him. Quelle surprise.

Combat: Remedy runs a diagnostic check on Impactor

Combat: Remedy runs a diagnostic check on Bug Creature <Repugnus>

Remedy looks up as the three finally arrive at the repair bay. She gets up, and runs a preliminary scan on the three, "Okay, let's get repugnus up on a repair table, and, with some support, then, can we see about getting Fanfare able to transform?"

"Can ah remain in me alternate mode? " asks the Hercules as he puts his brakes on, to avoid rolling away. The ice had by now melted, and he looked more beat up than the Whale he was painted after. HIs voice sounded weary, but also unnerved.

Wipeout lets out a distressed sounding eep as the wounded Autobots drag themselves (or in Fanfare's case, getting dragged) in the medbay. "Oh now, not again!" she looks towards Remedy, and then nods, helping to get the Monsterbot onto the table. "Upsy-daisy, Puggy-poo!"

Impactor is pretty useless in a medical situation (beyond doing a half-assed job of binding his own wounds), and so takes a few steps to the side to lean against the medbay wall while Remedy and Wipeout start triage. He already knows that he's last in line given what the other two went through.

Bug Creature <Repugnus> shudders as the Junkion helps him up onto the table, and collapses onto his back with a loud grunt. "Ennnff. Ah, that hurt. Oh, don't worry, I don't mind." He shudders again. "Nnfff. Well. I'd transform and all but I don't think I have the strength for it. You'll just have to tolerate my more socially awkward mode."

Torque has arrived.

Combat: Remedy expertly repairs White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare>'s injuries.

Combat: Remedy is able to repair some of White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare>'s internal systems damage.

Combat: Remedy prepares Repugnus for surgery, his COMBAT flag has been waived.

Combat: Remedy prepares Impactor for surgery, his COMBAT flag has been waived.

Combat: Your COMBAT flag has been cleared.

Combat: Remedy expertly repairs Impactor's injuries.

Combat: Remedy is able to repair some of Impactor's internal systems damage.

Combat: Remedy expertly repairs Bug Creature <Repugnus>'s injuries.

Combat: Remedy is able to repair some of Bug Creature <Repugnus>'s internal systems damage.

Remedy walks up to Puggy, and puts some support modules on Repugnus, to keep him comfortable, before walking over to Fanfare, "Any reason you want to stay in your alt-mode, Fanfare?" She starts doing more detailed scans on the C130

A pause "Errm. Ah'm comfortable." he notes "But if ye REALLY insist ah will." he notes quickly, eager to please it seems even while it didnt appeal to him.

Torque readjusts her helmet a little as she walks through the sliding medbay doors, having gotten the alert for medical personel. Thankfully Remedy is already here and taking care of things, though another medic wouldn't hurt. "Need some help there, Rem? Heard about the nasty scrape these mechs got into."

Wipeout mostly stays out of Remedy's way, helping the Autobot femme by handing her the tools she needed, if she was asked. She spares a glance at Fanfare, before moving to help at Impactor's side. "What happened Wrecker?" she asks, refering to Impactor by his team name; both names appealed to the Junkion, actually, but she didn't know Impactor well enough to give him a nickname.

Bug Creature <Repugnus> is beat to hell, of course, covered head to toe in pockmarks, dents, and gashes. But, he's grinning even despite all of that. "Ah, if it isn't my favorite femmebot in this quadrant of the galaxy. Welp, hate to tell you this, Torque, but..." He sighs sadly. "...I won't be long for this world... Oh, not because of the injuries, they're survivable." Noticing that the support modules are dulling the pain he feels, he squints at Remedy, going, "Awww. I was enjoying the horrible pain."

Remedy points at Repugnus, "He's the worst off. Fanfare here, seems content to stay in his altmode. Hmmm... Well, Fanfare, let's move some tables so you will have more room." She nods to Wipeout, and starts moving a few things so Fanfare isn't so 'crowded'

"Nae, ah'm fine. There's a bay yonder that's big enogh tae hold me comfortably. THey took me wings off as usual so ah could fit." he explains, reassuring Remedy quickly. His wingflaps twitched again in unconscious anxiety

Impactor gives Wipeout the brief overview. "A bunch of Cons with no plan decided to hijack Fanfare. Turns out they were going to try and haul off everything by hand. Hell, I dunno, maybe they didn't realize how big Fanfare is and how much cargo he holds." Impactor shrugs as if he doesn't really care all that much. "Long story short, we beat the hell out of them. Windshear got it the worst. Turns out he really hates Repugnus." Impactor glances at the Wrecker. "For some mysterious reason."

Sit-Com climbs up and out of the training chamber below.

Sit-Com has arrived.

Torque nods to Remedy's direction, despite it being Repugnus. But she's bound by her code as a medic. She gives the monsterbot a quirk of her brow, smirking a little and pulling up a wheeled stool beside the medical table. "Your favorite? Should I be flattered or horrified?"

She snorts softly in amusement, running a scan to asess the damage before starting to get to work patching him up. "Repugnus, I doubt you're 'not long for this world'. Nearly everything and everyone has tried to kill you, and failed."

Bug Creature <Repugnus> grins, shrugging at her as she gets to work. "Both, actually. I have high standards in my femmebots, but low standards in my own appearance and personal hygiene. Also, I like when you punch me. That's *hilarious.*" He chuckles. "Anyway, Windshear nearly knocked me out, but it didn't quite work out and he lost a lot of face in the process. So, yeah, Impactor's right, he hates me. I dishonored him and all that." One leg crosses over the other. Yes, while she's trying to fix him. "But anyway, you're right. I got enemies all over the galaxy. But..." He glances at Impactor. "..this time is different."

Wipeout scratches her head, looking a bit confused at Impactor's words. She ponders for a moment, then nods as if finalling understanding something. "It seems to me that the Decepticroonies are desperate, you dig? They strike out at anything they can get near, without rhyme or reason, no method to the madness." She looks over at Torque and gives her a smile, before turing back to Impactor. She seems excited. "So mebbe somethin' happened to 'em, and they's in trouble?"

"I guess," Impactor replies to Wipeout. "Maybe their leaders are slacking on the job. Wouldn't surprise me." Galvatron flip flops between terrifying effectiveness and lazy incompetence more often than women change shoes. "I won't complain if they're in trouble." As for Repugnus, Impactor doesn't add anything. It's up to the Monsterbot to decide how best to impress Torque with his exciting daring-do and badassery.

White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> falls silent again, but music could be heard trickling out of holes in his chassis and his windows even shiver a little bit. Thumpa Thumpa thumpa... he remains seated where he was for now, unless instructed otherwise.

Remedy okies softly, "If you're sure, Fanfare. I'll leave you here to recover, and go check on Impactor." She grabs a small box, taking out a set of wires, then opens a panel on Fanfare's fuselage and hooks the wires to points inside. Checking things for a moment, she then turns on the box, sending synchronous pulses of energon into the C130

Torque just shakes her head and smirks, "Well, I like when I punch you too. Glad we both enjoy it." She moves to one of the larger gashes, working to stop the energon leak before sealing up the armor. "But I won't argue on the hygiene. When was the last time you even had a complete wash-down? I doubt that oil bath got everything." She shudders to think what crud he's got hiding.

She glances to Impactor, catching Wipeout's smile and returning it with a nod, before speaking to the Wrecker leader. "Well they're Cons, a lot of them aren't that smart to begin with. I'm not surprised they'd pull something like hijackin' poor Fanfare here." A thumb is jerked in the plane's direction.

She turns back to her work, still listening if anyone spoke, though she gives Repugnus a curious tilt of her head with knitted brows. "..When you say face, do you mean literally? I honestly wouldn't be surprised either way."

Sit-Com walks in. "Casualty report?" he wonders, looking around and taking in the scene.

White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> rumbles a little bit "Ets' part of the job ma'am. We're the Suicide Jockeys, me bruvs and me - Death or Delivery." as the energon flowed, he sighed, his props actually slouching a little

Bug Creature <Repugnus> peers up at the ceiling. "Hrrmmm... a complete one? Sheesh, been a long time. Though in my defense, the kinds of places I usually get sent to don't have hot oil baths. Well, unless it's thick, black stuff that seeps into everything. And... yeah, I did cut off half of his face. And eat it." He shrugs. "What can I say, he couldn't *face* me in battle... nah, that wasn't very good. Hm... he... couldn't face up to my appetite? Nah... Oh, whatever, you get it. Anyway. What I was trying to tell you is... I joined the Wreckers, or more like Impactor fixed me with his Chuck Norris glare and left me with no choice but to join up. Yeah, TECHNICALLY I could have refused, but then my house would get TP'd and people would say I'm a fairy. Who wants to deal with that? So, basically that's the gist of it. From now on, nothing but the MOST dangerous missions for me."

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Remedy gives Fanfare a pat on the fuselage, then goes over to engage Impactor, "Come on, Sir, let's get you up on a repair table. Can't do your best if you're injured after all."

Sit-Com stares at Repugnus. "Face-Off? And you're John Revolta?"

Wipeout hmms to herself, helping Remedy tend to Impactor, seeming very interested in her work.

"Attacking 'poor' Fanfare isn't the issue," Impactor tells Torque. "That can be plenty worth it to them. It's the method." He steps up to the C-130, gesturing with his harpoon. "This is what you'd have to do. First, you'd need a better method of extraction. Carting off mass supplies by hand isn't feasible, so you'd need to bring an aircraft - either Transformer or non-sentient. Second, you'd need to get mechs on board Fanfare ASAP rather than dicking around like they did for so long." Impactor presses his hand up against the side of Fanfare's hull.

"You use Seekers to harass him and keep him from maneuvering. You bring your aircraft alongside him and have a quick, powerful method to immediately breach his hull right here. You'll need a wide cut for the next phase" He taps the spot he was touching. "Either a shuttle-mounted cannon or a concentrated assault with personal arms. You don't let Fanfare's hull stand up to a lone attacker like Rampage for as long as it did. Then, you immediately have half your force dedicated to moving supplies from Fanfare to your aircraft by air. You ensure they're equipped with flying cargo platforms to make the transfer quick and efficient. None of this carrying stuff in your hands nonsense." Impactor points to an empty spot where the imaginary Decepticon shuttle should be relative to Fanfare's location.

"While half your force is doing that, the other half is on support duty, engaging the primary defenders and trying to draw them away from those making the transfer. Once you've either looted what you could or you've reached the point where the attack is no longer sustainable, you start taking out engines. This is first to try and destroy any supplies Fanfare is still carrying, but also to give the enemy something else to worry about. Most Autobots'll drop whatever they're doing to help Fanfare out, even if it means letting the attackers get away with the loot. From there, it's a matter of a well executed retreat. Anyone who doesn't make it out gets left behind."

It's only around now that he realizes Remedy is talking to him. "Hrm? Oh, right. Sure." He heads to one of the repair tables with her and Wipeout.

White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> is actually quiet during this demonstration. But when it was over he admits "Aye! That's the proper way tae do et! Nae many actually DO that though. Ahv'e had a few crates taken in the past, but rather sloppy work. " he agrees with Impactor, his sides shivering with internal music under the mechs' touch. "Nae that ah'm complainin TOO much, mind ye."

Wipeout has disconnected.

Torque's antennas twitch, listening to Impactor while she works at the same time. She smirks when he finishes, glancing over, "See, this is why it's a good thing you're on our side with strategies like that, Impactor." She looks back to Repugnus, but actually pauses in her work when he mentions being a Wrecker.

Her expression turns.. concerned? Disappointed? It's hard to tell as she pulls her lips into a thin line. "Wait /what/? You were made a Wrecker...seriously?"

Bug Creature <Repugnus> grins at Impactor. "That, or don't bother stealing the goods and just shoot the sucker down. Some of the cargo might still survive, too!" He gives Torque a shrug. "Yeah, yeah, I was. Worst mistake Impactor ever made, sure, but I think I'll do pretty good for myself, even if I eventually turn out to tbe last Wrecker in the entire universe. What, you jealous? Jealous you aren't going to be blown up and shot at every day?" He winces. "Ow. Ooh, think you could use the extra hot welder? Kinda hard to feel it with this module on me."

"They underestimate you," Impactor tells Fanfare. "They think it's going to be as easy as raiding a non-Transformer cargo hauler, where they can afford to be a little sloppy and still pull off some impressive gains." Half to him and half to Torque, he adds, "Don't consider yourself -too- lucky. If Cyclonus or Shockwave were the one running the show they'd have even more tricks up their sleeve." As he sits on the medical bay, he motions for one of the med-techs to get him a small canister of energon. "That works too," Impactor tells Repugnus. "The Decepticons could make our supply lines miserable if they put the effort into it." Impactor makes no mention of Puggy's gloating, as he really couldn't care less about it.

Remedy gets a can of energon for Impactor, before starting to repair the damage done to Impactor, letting the bots talk as she gets him fixed up

Torque may be a medic, but she always has looked up to the Wreckers. So Repugnus' gloating and teasing doesn't help much, the femme's optics narrowing slightly. She moves to take the module off to let him feel the pain, but pauses, instead dialing it up so he can't feel a thing. That'd probably bother him more than her original plan.

She just gives a soft snort to the monsterbot, antennas twitching a little as she focuses back on fixing up his gashes and dents.

White 'Moby Dick' C130-F Super Hercules <Fanfare> rumbles "COURSE they underestimate me. Ah may be a brick with the maneuverability of a baby grand, but ah'm still crafty and ah never travel alone." he rumbles, his blades flicking through the air again at that, sounding like he was almost back to normal.

"Thanks," Impactor says to Remedy as he pulls one back, mindful not to move too much while he's being repaired. He just shrugs at Fanfare, not having an explanation for why Decepticons do it time after time.

Dr. Autobot says, "What do you mean I shouldn't smoke around the energon pump?"

Combat: Dr. Autobot refuels Impactor's energon reserves.

Bug Creature <Repugnus> feels the pain... going away completely. "Awwww. You Autobots don't have any idea how to have a good time, do you? Hmph!" He uncrosses his legs and just lets Torque go to work. "Well. My theory... is the Decepticons get so worked up at the chance to raid somebody or blow something that they completely abandon the very concept of having a plan. And so, come game time, they're all just charging across the field at random, ref's fouling them but they don't even notice, other team gets three touchdowns and wins, they don't even know the game's over and everyone left. They're like Terran kids, sometimes."

Remedy eehs, "I think part of it is," she says as she finishs the patchwork on Impactor, "Is that when they lost Megatron, things just went to Char." She checks on a few things, "Okay, Sir, you're golden."

Torque has disconnected.

Impactor glances down at what were his injuries. "Huh, that was fast. Guess Windshear has /two/ reasons to be ashamed of himself." He taps the repaired plating, agreeing that it is indeed as good as new. "Nice," he tells Remedy. Both Remedy and Repugnus offer theories on why the Decepticons occasionally do dumb things, and Impactor nods. "Could be. Suppose it doesn't really matter all that much."

"Tis possible all of us are correct." remarks Fanfare "Either way, ah'm nae complainin meself, even if ye do want more of a challenge sir." he answers Impactor as his own repairs were done on his own battered frame.

Repugnus has disconnected.