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Post by Hoist on Jun 16, 2023 10:46:18 GMT -5
As the mech charged Indelible, the newly christened Renegade - still getting up shoved his leg into the oncoming bot's torso and grabbed his arms to fling him over himself monkey style. He has already been caught unawares once, a recieved an ungreatful clonk on the back of the head for it. Jumping up he spotted some sort of cargo container and grabbed the huge heavy chest and hoisted it above his head with every intent to bring it down on the poor mech he was trying to fight off.
Hoist knelt down beside the mech who's back he's broken, "You'll... You'll what?!" and with that he put him in a headlock himself and snapped his neck clean. "Not today!". The bot's neck strated to snap as a squirts of oil covered Hoists's hands, the first time in a long time he'd had to kill a mech but always doing what you had to do in order to survive.
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Post by reddtherage on Jun 17, 2023 10:08:32 GMT -5
Air fang took this split-second opportunity to pick up the broken pipe from the ground. “ this is mine allow me to prove it” he said as he put both hands on the pipe and swung it as hard as he can towards the bots charging him. Waiting for the “WHACK!” to be heard in the process.
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Post by Bomblast on Jun 18, 2023 15:56:15 GMT -5
Roadtrain snarled as the door open and he found himself face-to-face with another Decepticon. Instinctively, he reached for his gun, then remembered he wasn't currently in possession of his weapon. Being stood between Knockout and Bomblast had him feeling very uncomfortable. He couldn't remember the last time we was this close to two Decepticons without killing them.
"Not my call to make." He sneered. "Out of the way."
Bomblast, meanwhile, let out a shrill scream upon seeing Knockout.
"No! NO! Not him! Anyone but him! Not...The Fashion Critic!"
Bomblast let out another scream and bolted away from the door, immediately barrelling into a small group of inmates.
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jun 18, 2023 23:02:14 GMT -5
As Bomblast knocked other the inmates he had collided with, Buckshot run up to him and began to smash as many as he could. "Nice work, Bomblast. Can't wait to see what you can do in tank mode!" Buckshot went to working punching, kicking, smashing, crushing and crippling as many around him as he could. Since the doors were open, anyone could get their hands on the weapons and ammo inside. "You two, Roadtrain and Bomblast. Hurry, up and get yourself loaded up!"
Still in a headlock, Latyrx7 was in deep trouble. He had about enough of the mech who was much bigger then himself and needed to finish him off. "Listen,I should of warned you. I've fought tougher Dinobots then you!" Latyrx7 threw a forearm to the back of the mech's knee, dropping him, then with the other hand smashed his optics in. The mech screamed in terror as he was now blind and held his eyes. Now free from the bigger robot's grasp, Latyrx7 looked around and found a chunk of metal on the floor. As he picked it up, he looked at the mech to figure out how to use the chunk of metal to his advantage. When he saw smacking the robot on the head wouldn't do much to hurt him, Latyrx7 shoved the object into the mech's mouth and followed up with a right-handed punch to the mech mouth. The mech's face cracked open at the side of his mouth and fell unconscious. "That's a first. I'll have to remember that one." He then stepped over towards the armoury.
Knockout looked at Bomblast. "Was it something I said? Hey, don't I know you? Bomblast, right? Say, you're one of the craziest Decepticons ever, aren't you? Why so scared of little ol' me?" Knockout then looked at Hoist. "You ring a bell too. Part of the Wreckers, weren't you?"
*WHACK* Air Fang's attack took out his opponent, cracking his head so badly that a piece of his dome fell to the floor, revealing his cyber-cortex. Air Fang's attacker was no longer a threat.
"No, no! Please don't kill me! I'm just trying to get out of here like you." Pleaded the mech at Indelible's mercy, with both hands in the air, trying to protect himself.
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Post by reddtherage on Jun 19, 2023 14:42:34 GMT -5
Looking down, Air-fang poked the dead opponent with the jagged sharp part of his broken pipe crouching a bit as he did so. Seeing the sparks fly out of it, he knew he was being a little sadistic, but he was a broken psychopath, and this seemed like a small moment to let it out especially when everyone was busy with their opponents. Plus, it also allowed him to confirm that his opponent was dead. It became so busy with this task that It took him a moment or two to understand the door to armory was open out of the corner of his eye.
“Hold on my old friends…on my way” he mutters talking about his weapons. Standing up and cloaking in the process making it his goal to avoid as many bots as possible friend and foe on his way to armory, the broken pipe in his left hand like a walking cane pointed part pointed down, not allowing it to touch the ground to give off his cloaking.
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Post by Hoist on Jun 19, 2023 15:42:12 GMT -5
Indelible, genuinelly felt sorry for the mech, he didn't want to kill the inmate but knew there was little choice, it was kill or be killed. With a shift, sharp snap, indelible twisted the mech's necj the wrong way severing connection and mechanisms in the inmate's neck before letting it thump to the floor, not really aware what was going on across the way with the former Decepticon Knockout showing up.
Over at the opened doors, "EX-wrecker, but yes..", Hoist grunted as he approaced the others, he was not please to see the Decepticon, ex or otherwise. "And what exactly is a CON like you doing here? I doubt you were in stasis in another section", has asked. "The only good con is dead one."
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Post by Bomblast on Jun 19, 2023 18:52:17 GMT -5
Roadtrain was the first into the armoury. He could have his pick of the weapons inside, but didn't want just any weapons, he wanted his weapons. It didn't take him long to find his trailer. Popping open a panel on his left forearm, Roadtrain activated his trailer. The trailer began to split apart and the piece flew over to Roadtrain and attached to him. Once encased in his trailer armour, Roadtrain continued his search for his gun. He found his gun and as he was about to load it, he heard a voice behind him.
"Gimme the gun."
Roadtrain turned to see an inmate holding a sharp piece of metal.
"Gimme the gun." He repeated. "I can get close and stab you 20 times before you load that weapon."
A sadistic smile crossed Roadtrain's face.
"You may test that assumption at your convenience."
The inmate charged. Instead of loading his weapon, Roadtrain threw the magazine at his attacker. The mag connected with the attacker's face, causing him to real back slightly. Seeing his opportunity, Roadtrain revved the chainsaw attachment of his gun and swung. The chainsaw blade bit into the attacker between his neck and right shoulder and Roadtrain continued to rev.
As Bomblast entered the armoury, he pressed himself against the wall and slid past Knockout, keeping a cautious optic on him.
"Never trusted anyone who cares so much for appearance. They're prone to irrational thoughts. Once saw one like you kill a mech just for getting him dusty. And you call me crazy? I mean, I am, but you are as well!"
With that, Bomblast quickly slid into the armoury in search of his weaponry. It didn't take him long to find his signature weapons. He giggled with glee as his weapons transformed and stored away in his forearms. It was then he realised something. Explosive weapons in a small space might not be the best idea. He might be crazy, but he wasn't stupid. A quick search brought up a war hammer. Bomblast made a grab for the weapon, at the exact moment another inmate tried to grab it. As the armoury was filled with the sounds of chainsaws and screaming, Bomblast stared down the inmate in front of him. Bomblast acted first, headbutting the inmate. As the inmate staggered back, Bomblast was able to wrench the war hammer from his grip, and used the long handle of the weapon to sweep the inmate's legs. As the inmate fell, Bomblast raised the war hammer and swung it down.
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jun 20, 2023 12:11:08 GMT -5
Roadtrain's opponent lost his arm and most of his upper torso as the chainsaw ripped him apart. The mech fell, offline and no longer and threat. Bomblast's hammer fell and crushed the head of the inmate he was fighting. Energon covered the floor, causing all the other inmates who wanted to get a weapon back off.
Buckshot walked into the armoury, grabbed the closest firearm, loaded it and began to fire rounds into the ceiling. "This armoury is property of the Renegades! Back off now or I'll put holes in all of you!" The inmates didn't think twice and those who could run away did so to save their lives.
Knockout decided to stay. "No need to worry about an ex-con like myself. I mean look, I'm joining the winning team! And if you haven't noticed the entire prison has let all it's inmates loose. The question you should be asking yourselves, who did so and why?"
As inmates ran past him, Latyrx7 and Indelible arrived at the armoury. "Ummm, yeah. Good question. Didn't really think about it. Getting free just seemed to be enough for me. I'm not the kind to look a gifted spacecraft in the afterburner."
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Post by reddtherage on Jun 20, 2023 18:18:43 GMT -5
Air -fang decloaked, in the armory using his stealth skills and nimble frame to avoid touching anyone. Looking around for his weapons. He spotted his heavily battle scared scatter blaster, a very old model that had seen some battles some might even call it Ancient, out-of-date, or even phased out type version of the scatter blaster type. It carried the word “Comrade” branded with slash marks like graffiti on the side of the frame, with a blacksmith hammer symbol and felt more like a Frankenstein weapon with parts cannibalized from other firearms. In anyone’s hands “Comrade” was nothing special, but in Air-fangs hands it felt like a friend that’s been with him since the beginning of the cybertrion civil war and even when pushed to its limits Air-Fang refused to leave his true friend behind.
Gently pulling it out and giving it a once over, feeling every scar, every notch in the stock of the weapon, a flood of memory’s both good and bad flooded Air-Fang and a whiff of nostalgia, went over his eyes as he merged with his weapon once again.
“there’s, one friend, know then were the other…” Air Fang mumbled quietly as he looked for his rifle. Spotting it two rows down. An equally old very out of production scavenged, Nucleon Charge Rifle, with a hand drawn graffiti like logo of a sinister spider sitting in a spider web on the side of the weapon. A spider themed charm half burned to the point of being unrecognizable hung from the side of the weapon . “There you are Leg breaker” Air-fang smiled finding his weapon as well.
With a sadistic smile Air-Fang locked some ammo home into his lifelong old friends of his firearms, “Alright I’m ready to do some work…what you need me to do” his eyes shining like a predator ready to hunt.
Picking up a combat knife, his weapons for his alt mode, and his heat seeking mines stuffing them into his cargo pockets (don’t know the transformer word for it) as he walked back to the door ready for some orders, treating less like a professional operation and more like a warmup exercise for his skills.
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Post by Hoist on Jun 24, 2023 14:30:19 GMT -5
Hoist brushed past Knockout and went to retrieve some weapons, an ion blaster for one. After quite some time in the Wreckers previously it had taught him a different way of fighting, making him feel more at home with ranged or projectile weapons that just straight up rapid firing ones. That said however, you, always needed a back up to his Bolt-Caster and it wasn't long before he found his old Gatling Rocket Launcher. With some Mitachyon Repeaters he found his old head-piece a s very old spectrum sonsor that connected to the base of his now, albe it was now a little rusted and frayed arounnd the edges with a few scorch marks and plenty of scratches where Hoist had seen his fair share of action.
Indelible eyed the former Decepticon as he also approched the weapons storage "Xcuse me..", he said softly as he brushed past to collect some of his weaponry, energon grenades and a thermo resistant shield. Unlike Hoist he did prefer fast shooting weapons as it was a preferance to using what strength he had, again he was no mercenary evn though the history data-padds may have painted him as such, let alone cold and a little aloof, or maybe somewhow disconnected from reality. There but always not quite there.
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Post by Bomblast on Jun 25, 2023 17:09:22 GMT -5
As Roadtrain and Bomblast were the first to get themselves tooled up, they took up positions at the entrance to the armoury. The size of the two mechs alone made any of the remaining inmates think again about trying to gain entry. As the two stood guard, Bomblast couldn't help but keep glancing at Roadtrain and his gun.
"Sooo, erm, I see you have a gun now."
"Yes. And?"
"That's great. That's great. Nice gun you got there. You're not, err, you're not gonna use it on me, right? Like you said earlier?"
Roadtrain shot an angry look in Bomblast's direction.
"You know, contrary to my reputation, I'm not some bloodthirsty killing machine. Gotta have a good reason for me to kill you, name's gotta be on the list. And right now, I'm barely even thinking about you."
Bomblast gasps and looked at Roadtrain in shock.
"You don't even need the gun. Straight up murdered me with your words! Ouch!"
Roadtrain growled and turned his head slightyly, looking over his shoulder and into the armoury.
"You lot want to hurry up? Not sure how much more I can stand this purple freak!"
"Oh you. We'll be best of friends in no time."
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jun 28, 2023 12:20:24 GMT -5
Buckshot laughed at the Roadtrain and Bomblast as they bantered. "You two are a fine pair. I see the makings of a Conjunx Endura right here. But for now, just keep doing what your doing so the rest of us can arm up."
Buckshot went inside the armoury and began to find what he believed would be useful. Then remembering that Heavy Assault would need some weapons as well, he gathered up the biggest and baddest of weapons that he could find. Finishing off, he saw Latyrx7 doing the same and speaking with the new comer. Buckshot didn't have a problem with the one referred to as Knockout, even while the ex-decepticon picked a few weapons for himself, after all he hadn't attacked them and he opened the armoury doors.
"I mean seriously, why have we all been let out? Its not like the base lost power and we were freed automatically as a result. Doesn't it worry you that perhaps bigger things could be at play here?" Said Knockout as he finished installing his melee weapons.
"Listen, Knockdown,"
"That's Knockout!"
"Yeah, whatever. I just got out of stasis-lock in a state of the art prison where I was sentenced to spend eternity, I'm not in the mood to figure things out. Like everyone else I want to get out of here and as far away as possible."
"With the other Renegades, I take it?!"
"Sure, for now."
"Is that resentment I sense in your voice? I wouldn't be surprised if being a Renegade isn't all that it's cracked up to be."
Latyrx7 slapped on some weapons to his arms and was finished rearming himself. "Listen, pal. Nobody lives long when they join Heavy Assault and his crew. I have better places to be rather then being served up on the battlefield as fodder. I don't listen to anyone but me. For now, Heavy Assault calls the shots and I'm happy to follow since being a Renegade usually means you have a crew of warriors ready to fight for you."
"Usually?" Questioned Knockout.
"Enough. Let's go everyone. Time to get back to the others."
Latyrx7 lead the rest back the way they came to the holding cells where Heavy Assault was gathering new recruits for his army. Latyrx7 and Buckshot walked up to him to give him his weapons.
"Ha! There you are. Took you long enough to bring me what I wanted."
Buckshot handed Heavy Assault a large heavy canon. "We ran into some trouble. A bunch of inmates were trying to get into the armoury before us so we taught them a lesson."
"You what?!'"
Heavy Assault swung a heavy right fist into Buckshot's chest, causing the massive robot to fly back and smash into the wall. Latyrx7 watched as Buckshot slowly picked himself up and turned to face Heavy Assault only to be greeted with a canon pointed at his head. "What the frak is your problem, Heavy Assault?"
"My problem? My Problem? My problem is you idiots went and scrapped a bunch of potential soldiers for my army! Only I get to choose who gets scrapped! Now I bet we have a bunch of armed inmates running around, ready to start shooting up the place! Give me one reason why I shouldn't blast your head off right now?"
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Post by Bomblast on Jun 28, 2023 17:28:08 GMT -5
As Heavy Assault slugged Buckshot, Roadtrain couldn't help but feel a bit of karmic retribution for the Conjunx Endura comment.
"I got a good reason for you. They were weak. And stupid. One of them tried to rush me with a shiv, while I was armed with a chainsaw. That the kind of soldier you want in your army?"
Hearing Roadtrain, Bomblast piped up as well.
"He's not wrong. One of them was half my size and tried taking my hammer from me. He went squish."
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Post by reddtherage on Jun 29, 2023 15:03:56 GMT -5
Air-Fang took a moment to analyze the situation, the feeling that he had made the wrong, choice joining the renegades was appearing again.
Raising his hand like a student in school “Excuse me Heavy Assault but how about instead of shooting the bot who is loyal to you 'I think', you send us to take care of the job instead,” it was half true, but at this point Air-Fang was really not liking Heavy Assault and looking for the excuse to not deal with him by being part of this mission was better choice. Then watching friendly fire between two bots that can’t find the intelligence to work together and let things slide in this time of desperation.
There was also one other reason why, he was down for it, now that “Comrade”, and “Kneecapper” was back in his hands. he needed to warm up his hunting skills, as well as make sure his weapons work. It was a win, win, in his head. even if it was really dangerous.
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jun 30, 2023 0:56:24 GMT -5
Heavy Assault looked at Bombast. "Heh! Stay funny."
Then he looked at Roadtrain. "Give me one reason why I should call one of my warriors over here and pop your head off?"
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