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Re: Transformers (no you CAN'T have Megatron. good writers only)

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Metron watched as Steetburner leapt into the air, aiming for another death strike after her last (and failed) attack. he had no intention of letting her hit this time however. he let his arm cannon transform back into his hand, and he grabbed Speedburner by the arm, spinning around and pulling her over his shoulder and into the ground, before letting himself collapse, slamming his knee into her arm joint while holding her arm at an awkward angle. he had seen the move performed in a human 'WWF' match-- some odd human sport involving actors pretending to hurt each other, on a human Video site while while Processing the internet.

Prime Roared furiously, throwing his Energon sword into refuses abdomen, jumping up onto his shoulders as he staggered back, leaving the blade in place as he jumped off his shoulders, grabbing a hold onto Starscream and pulling himself onto the Decepticons' back. he knew it would probably end with him on his back, but he didn't care, instead concentrating on slamming his fists hard into Starscream, creating great dents in his wings and engines.

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Metron's strange attack worked, but after a few seconds, Streetburner was able to wriggle her way out of it. She kicked him in the face and jumped back, slashing at his legs with her blade and firing her cannon at him. She began to duck and weave around his counter attacks, running circles around him while she attacked.

Refuse bellowed as Prime drove his sword through his chest and began thrashing like a wounded animal trying to shake him off as he climbed on him. The behemoth grabbed the sword, which looked tiny by comparison, and stabbed and swung randomly, trying to hit Prime. He drove it through Prime's shoulder, but missed any vital parts, and the smaller Cybertronian leaped for Starscream.

Refuse fired his huge arsenal of weapons at Prime, who had by now struggled his way onto Starscream's back, oblivious to the fact that he might hit his ally as well. Explosions rang out across the barren, devastated airfield as missiles hit both of them.

Corruption struggled back to his feet and decided that Prime and Refuse could handle Starscream, so he turned and planted himself to try to snipe Streetburner with his ballistic shoulder cannon, careful not to hit Metron.
"It used to be that our elected officials were veterans of World War II, Vietnam, or the Civil Rights Movement. But with the election of Jesse Ventura in Minnesota and Arnold Schwarzenegger in California, I foresee a day when all our leaders will come from the movie Predator. Think about it. Governor Carl Weathers. No wait: Senator Predator. I bet he has some pretty interesting things to say about tort reform."
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Star Scream tried to doge all the attacks but one shot hit him sending him flying of coarse, He aligned himself and prepared to do another lap.

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Re: Transformers (no you CAN'T have Megatron. good writers only)

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This was bad. the Decepticon was far too fast for Metron to hit, so anything but Dodging was almost entirely beyond his ability. let his arm Transform back into a cannon, which he turned up to full power and started to charge as he created a plan in his head. he Transformed into a SUV, speeding away from Streetburner, pausing the charging of his cannon breifly as he jammed on the nitrous, reaching her speed, and then nearly doubling it. he started to head to each of the surviving Aircraft, Transforming for a second or two and stabbing the fuel tanks of each vehicle, spilling fuel across what was left of the runway, all the while dodging the military, who (as usual) didn't seem to understand which of them were trying save the planet and which were trying to do the opposite.

Prime paused, smirking. Refuse had performed a bonus for him, by returning the weapon that could help him win this battle. he pulled the Energon sword out of his shoulder and stabbing it directly through Starscreams' right Jet engine. the ensuing explosion threw him off Starscream and sending him impacting into the ground (however, this time, relatively undamaged). he looked up as he pulled himself to his feet, and smiled. he had completely destroyed the Jet engine, sending Starscream into a spin. he'd still get away, but not very far, certainly not out of the country, and fleeing would be a tad harder the next time they met. he ran a diagnostic on himself. he was heavily damaged now, but he'd survive as long as he didn't take too many hits, and he'd definitely need repairing. (something much easier for him then for Starscream at this point) he pulled a second Gun out to replace his Energon sword and started firing upon Refuse, small missiles impacting across his chest but causing minimal damage. at least it would attract Refuse to him, which would make things easier. he certainly wouldn't be hard to dodge, and he couldn't be invincible.

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Streetburner figured she knew what Metron was doing by opening the fuel tanks of the aircraft, and she transformed back into her robot mode from where she had been chasing the Autobot. "I'm no idiot, Metron. I know that their oil-based fuel is highly compustible. You might have tried that on Refuse, but I am no fool." She stepped into the rapidly growing pool of jet fuel, just to taunt him. "See? If it came to it, I could be out of here before the flames even traveled far enough to harm me."

What she didn't know however, was that Corruption was placing his shot as she spoke.

Refuse loped towards Prime, his cannons thundering as tiny blasts from Prime's pistol impacted on his chest. The cannons blasted apart what little was left of the runway, and hit Prime square in the chest. Refuse grabbed for Prime and brough him into a vice grip between his two massive hands. Refuse's physical power would be evident soon enough.

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Re: Transformers (no you CAN'T have Megatron. good writers only)

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Prime grunted as his armored head creaked under the pressure of Refuse's hands. he flailed uselessly, trying to find a space to give him a footing, but there was nothing. he brought his guns up, firing round after round point blank under Refuses jaw before the recoil threw the weapons from his hands, leaving him with only his fists to defend himself, which now meant for nothing, with his enemy just out of reach.

Metron spun around, starting the second stage of his plan. of course, the fuel was highly flammable, but also incredibly slippery from what he had learnt. Corruption wouldn't have much trouble with her if she was slowed, even slightly. he sped to Optimus Prime's aid, transforming and running full speed, jumping onto Refuse's back, while Transforming his arm back into his (now FULLY charged) Arm cannon. he grabbed refuse by the neck, wrenching his head back with all his power, and bringing the Cannon up to it's temple. for one brief second a high whining broke out and a pulsing blue ball of light emerged down the barrel of the cannon, doubling, tripling. he pulled the trigger and it stopped for a second, and was followed by a massive shockwave that sent Metron flying off refuse and into the ground. It had either worked, and Refuse was finished, or it had back-fired, and the briefly Paralyzed Metron who would be dead, VERY, VERY, quickly.

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(How did you hit Star Scream if he was high in the air? Oh well. Also, how do robots repair themselfs in this rp?)
Star Scream stumbled around for a moment. He spotted prime facing towards the brawl. He fired two missiles at prime and ran to the east.

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Re: Transformers (no you CAN'T have Megatron. good writers only)

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In a matter of minutes all hell broke loose. Well, more so than what was already happening. Autobots were attacking Decepticons and vice versa. Isis didn’t worry about the battle unless something came near her and then of course, she would take off like a shot away from the danger. The little girl clung tightly to Reign and it was almost heartwarming… almost. It took her a few minutes to cross the airport and slide behind Sunstreaker who had been firing at whatever Con he could without risking injury to his comrades. Glancing down at Isis, he frowned at her disheveled sight and immediately took actions to protect her and the little girl.

“Sunny…”

The single word was enough and without looking up at him, Isis knew he understood. The two were perfectly matched considering neither said a lot and without words could easily comprehend what the other was thinking. Taking aim towards Starscream, Sunstreaker fired off a few shots with full knowledge that the Con was too far away for it to make any difference. Instead he focused on ‘Burner and Refuse, ensuring that neither came close while protecting the backs of his fellow Autobots. He kept a close, careful eye on Metron in case the attack didn’t work as planned.

“Isis…”

Isis glanced up silently at Sunstreaker and nodded ever so slightly. She knew that if he was needed in battle, he would go. If things turned south and the Cons came closer, he would transform and that would mean leap in and he’d take off to keep her and the lil one safe. Children were such a big responsibility and Isis had to wonder where this girl’s mother and father were at. Hoping they weren’t in Starscream’s hand when he smashed those humans he had, Reign sighed softly. Her entire body ached and she couldn’t help but wonder where the other human boy went, the one that had been with Metron.
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(Star Scream just dashed to the left and doged the shots. He spotted a hanger with smaller aircraft inside.)
Star Scream: I think this will do nicely.
(Star Scream runs to the hanger and starts to tare apart the smaller aircraft and is attempting to use there parts to repair himself.)

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As 'Burner stepped into the slick fuel, Corruption saw his chance. He let loose a perfectly aimed slug. Streetburner was actually able to turn, look at it, and try to dodge, but her tire slipped on the jet fuel, and the shot ripped her in half at the waist.

Her torso fell and landed in front of her flailing legs, screeching and howling in pain and rage the whole way down. Her arms clawed the ground, ripping apart the asphalt all around her.

"REFUSE!" She screamed.

The giant Decepticon turned from the fighting and upon seeing his comrade dying, he charged over, barreling through every obstacle, including Autobots, and scooped her up in one hand. He took a highly defensive stance, the first time he had done so all day. "Get my legs, you imbecile!" Even as he guarded her with his life, she still abused him, but he obediently picked up her legs in the same hand. When some plasma bolts came towards them, he blocked every shot with his own body to keep 'Burner from harm. It was almost touching how he cared for her.

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Re: Transformers (no you CAN'T have Megatron. good writers only)

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(Hahah, read the post at the top of the page. and, with assistance from a mechanic class Autobot. I doubt holding assorted bits of metal to yourself and hoping they stick in place would work, and wow, the Loony tunes 'Slippery surface' trick worked amazingly well. nice shot Horus. =p oh, I'll post in the OOC for an explanation of my Hiatus.)

Metron got up, looking at his smoking, half melted cannon. he transformed it back into a hand. he wouldn't be able to use his Arm cannon until it got significant repairs, and an energon recharge. he instead pulled out his Cybertronian energon rifle as he he ran to Prime, crouching down and checking to see he was alright.


Prime got up, picking up his guns and putting them away for the time being. he frowned, receiving Metron's own diagnostic, but raising his eyebrows as Metron pulled out an energon rifle. he hadn't seen that since... he got up, slapping Metron on the back. "I'm fine." he said, looking around as both of the Autobots quickly recovered. "Sunstreaker! you, Metron and I, take Starscream!" he said, breaking out into a run towards Starscream with Metron, firing upon him and anything near him that was either flammable or potentially explosive.

Zac ran, doing his best at attempting to dodge any badly aimed shots that slammed into the ground around him (Human OR Cybertronian), occasionally sending him flying back a few feet. it was bad enough that he had a broken rib, but at this rate his ribs wouldn't be the only thing. this was still hard to believe for him. he was surrounded by giant fighting robots. all the Sci-fi he had watched in his life couldn't prepare him for this. he saw a girl, roughly his age, and much closer to the action then even he himself was. he recognized her as the girl Metron had put him with before the two Decepticons arrived no less then thirty seconds later. "HEY! over Here!!!," he bellowed over the gunfire, hoping he could get her attention. "WE NEED TO GET INTO COVER!" he said, backing up slightly, ready to run if it got any worse.

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Re: Transformers (no you CAN'T have Megatron. good writers only)

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It was amazing how things seemed to fall into place. Metron’s attack apparently worked because Refuse made his way over to Streetburner and began picking up her pieces and protected her with his body. Arching a slight brow at the sight, Isis glanced around to see where everyone else was. Starscream had rushed into another hangar, which seemed quite weird, but then again, he was a coward. Sunstreaker shifted his gaze over at Prime and nodded slightly. He had been instructed to take out Starscream and he would do so. Glancing down at Isis, he gently patted her head with a single finger.

“Stay safe.”

Pulling up beside Prime and Metron, Sunstreaker began firing towards the hangar, aiming to blow up any extra planes or anything else nearby, Metron doing the same thing. His mind remained upon the task at hand, though it was hard not to shift back to Isis and the little girl. Of course he knew she could take care of herself, but he couldn’t help but worry. Shaking his head ever so slightly to clear the rampant thoughts, Sunstreaker continued to fire perfectly placed shots.

Watching silently as Sunstreaker ran off to fight, Isis let out a soft sigh. Shifting her gaze around once again, she finally took in the boy running throughout the chaos. Shaking her head, Reign shifted the little girl in her arms. The poor thing had cried herself to sleep, which worked out fine for Isis. Narrowing her eyes a bit as the boy yelled that they needed to get into cover. Last time she checked, she was in a safe place. Shrugging a little, she waved at him to come towards where she was. Sure, she was in the heat of the moment, but there was a saying that said something about being safe when close to a battle.

“How about you just come over here. It may seem dangerous, but it’s actually rather safe. Especially since they’re moving that way!”

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Re: Transformers (no you CAN'T have Megatron. good writers only)

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Zac blinked, ducking just in time to avoid being decapitated by a flying piece of metal. "Point taken!" he said, running (as fast as physically possible with a broken rib) to her side bending over to catch his breath. he stood up, wincing in pain and holding his left arm around his chest. "are you alright?" he asked, hoping that they wouldn't both need to make up explanations of their broken bones, if they both needed medical attention.

it was kind of hard to think straight at the moment, and the only things he could think of to say were nonsensical rubbish, so he said nothing, instead watching the firefight that was breaking out. I wish there was something I could do, he thought frowning. But if TANK FIRE can't hurt them, what can?

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"Refuse, you buffoon! Get us out of here!" Streetburner yelled, and Refuse dutifully finished firing at the Autobots and transformed, cradling 'Burner's broken form in the trash compartment. The irony was lost on him, but Streetburner was sure she could hear the Autobots laughing at her. Refuse hurriedly sped out of the the airport, with the she-Decepticon screaming insults all the way.

Corruption roared with laughter as the Decepticons fled. He knew that Streetburner's overwhelming sense of self-preservation would win out eventually and that Refuse would obey her command to leave. Now, all they had to worry about was Starscream, who seemed to be repairing himself.

Corruption glanced around and spied his arm laying over by a wrecked bus. He picked it up and held it up to his shoulder to see if it fit still, or if there were missing pieces about. Luckily, it seemed to have come off in one piece. He waved it up in the air to signal Ratchet.

"Ratchet! Would it possible to reattach this?" He said.

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Star Scream had swiped anouther engine frome one fo the jets and could fly to some limit. He transfomed and flew out of the hanger.)
Star Scream: Next time Autobots!
(He flew over to Refuse.)
StarScream: Are you two alright?

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Re: Transformers (no you CAN'T have Megatron. good writers only)

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Prime sighed in relief. finally the Decepticons had all fled. for the most part, it had been a great victory, but all the Autobot's present (except maybe Sunstreaker and Ratchet) would need heavy repairs. "Autobots!," he said, opening a Transmission to all the present Autobots. "Meet at the rondevouz point in two hours! Transform, and roll out!" he said, Transforming and splitting the Autobots up while sending the location. a cliff overlooking the city, visible from where they currently were, it made a good vantage point, and at this time of day tourists were few. they still hadn't evaded the human Military, who still couldn't tell the difference between their allies and their enemies. he screeched onto the Highway, attracting most of the large black (CIA?) vans and a few military jeeps, giving the others plenty of time to flee.

Metron ran to Zac and the human girl that was apparently now friends with Sunstreaker. "We're splitting up, you stick with Sunstreaker for now. Prime has given the orders and quo ordinates to the other Autobots as well. I'll see you later." he said, transforming and speeding after Prime.

Zac sighed, watching as Metron left, yet again. "why am I sad that he's gone?" he muttered to himself more then anything else. "He did kind of blackmail me into this... and he destroyed my real car."

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It made her giggle metaphorically when Zac decided that what she said was intelligent. It often surprised her friends and each time, she took pride in proving them wrong. Arching her brow as he ran towards her, Isis flicked her tongue against her upper teeth. It seemed to her that he was in pain, which wasn’t surprising considering how reckless he was being. Shifting the little girl in her good arm, Reign gazed up and down at his body, taking in his wrecked appearance. From the way Zac was holding his ribs, she knew he had either broken them or cracked them. Either way it was going to be painful for a while. Taking a moment to assess herself internally, the eighteen year old sighed softly. Her left arm was cut up pretty bad and by the bone sticking out, it was obviously broken. Moving onto the rest of her body, she took note of some cracked, possibly broken ribs on the left side and gashes where her pants had shredded, once again on the left side. Her face had a few cuts and gashes, but nothing too distressing. Other than that, she was in fairly good shape.

“Eh, left arm is cut and broken. Left ribs are either cracked or broken. My legs are gashed a bit and my face is cut with a few gashes here and there. Other than that, I’m peachy. You have broken ribs, right?”

Shifting her gaze over towards Sunstreaker’s location, Isis left out a shallow sigh. Now that she wasn’t moving around, the pain was starting to set it, though her discomfort wasn’t going to be shown upon her face. Returning her attention back to the boy, Reign knew he was still trying to think of a way to help the Autobots, who really didn’t need help anymore considering the Cons were running off. Relaxing a little before setting the girl down on her feet, the teen knelt down as well as possible. Sliding a few fingers through the kiddoes hair, Isis smiled softly. The squirt was a trooper through the whole thing, barely making a sound. Hell, she reminded Reign of a younger version, which was kind of scary.

“It’s all over kiddo. What’s your name anyways? You sure were brave. Do you know who your mommy and daddy are and where they went?”

”My mommy and daddy were in that large bots hand. Mah name is Faith Blade. I gots no where ta’ go.”

Cringing, Isis cursed inwardly. What a cruel fate for such a small little girl. It was obvious what had to happen, but Reign couldn’t bring herself to say anything. After mulling it over in her mind for a few more minutes, the orphan decided to keep the kiddo with her and after this chaos was over or perhaps during it, adopt the munchkin. Prime gave the orders to vacate the premises and without meaning to, Isis saluted and waited for Sunstreaker to come pick her and Faith up. Apparently Zac was coming with them as well because his transformer took off after Prime, which was kind of annoying. Patting Zac on the back after hearing his mumbling, Isis couldn’t help but wonder why things happened the way they did. Forcing all thoughts into her mind while climbing into Sunstreaker’s front seat, Isis strapped in Faith into her lap for the time being.

“Alright, let’s get going Sunshine.”

Holding on tight as Sunstreaker took off out of the airport; Reign couldn’t help but cheer silently. Going fast had always been a thrill of hers and they were definitely going fast. The object was to lose any military morons and then meet up with the other bots in order to begin repairing. That of course made her think of the situation she and Zac happened to be in. They obviously weren’t going to be repaired by Ratchet, but going into a hospital might bring forth suspicions. Still, they really had no choice. At least they would be in and out in a matter of minutes. Shifting her position a little as Sunstreaker lost the military guys on his aft, Reign gently tapped the steering wheel.

“Baby, we… meaning Zac and I need to stop at a hospital for a few minutes to get patched up.”

Surprisingly, Sunstreaker didn’t say a thing to that although Isis knew he was not pleased she was hurt. Instead of lecturing her, he drove them to a hospital and stopped outside in a parking stall. Faith was staying with him and after the others had vacated his vehicle, he locked the doors and put up a decoy so that passing humans wouldn’t see the two-year old sitting by herself. Glancing back at Sunny on the way inside, Isis walked into the ER and explained what had happened while leaving out details of the Autobot and Decepticon battle. Leaving Zac to get whatever help he desired, Reign relaxed as the nurses and doctor first cleaned up her wounds and then patched her up. Luckily, they knew her and didn’t ask any questions. Once the cast was set and everything else was cleaned and patched, the teen walked back out and headed out to Sunny to wait on Zac. Once the group was back together, Sunstreaker drove them to the cliff that overlooked the city where the rest of the Autobots were at.

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Re: Transformers: the RP

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Optimus Prime was outrunning the police. quite easily, but he did have nitrous supplies to use. he screeched around a corner, nimbly dodging two Civilian cars which, again, was quite easy, especially for a vehicle his size. he could see Metron tailing behind and distracting some of the police, which was helpful. he ran a quick diagnostic on himself, to check his nitrous and energon surplus.
instead, he discovered something that made even the Autobot leader shiver. the Allspark shard was gone.
he screamed to a halt, spinning the car around, opening up a universal transmission to all Autobots. "the Decepticons have a shard of the Allspark! I think the plan to revive Megatron! Roll out to Canada!" he sent the transmission out. it looked like they had a long drive in front of them.

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Corruption's spark went cold for a split second. "What?" He roared. He did a powerslide U-Turn and began to follow Prime back the other way. "How could they have gotten it?"

All the damage he had sustained fighting them, and they had still won the battle. The doors on the left side of his body were missing where he had lost his arm and massive chunks were missing from his chest and back. His unmatched brain seethed with frustration as he ran the battle through his mind. Finally, he opened a visual record of the fight, skipping around to points where Streetburner was fighting Prime, as he figured only she could have taken it. He almost missed the instant where it had occurred. He ran the recording frame by frame, showing 'Burner lunging at Prime, one clawed hand outstretched. Her fingers slid through a gap in Prime's chest. The next frame, she had her hand withdrawn, the shard just barely showing between her fingertips. It had all happened in a third of a second.

"I underestimated Streetburner's skill." He growled.

Meanwhile, 'Burner couldn't help but laugh as she held the shard aloft, despite the fact that her best efforts to repair herself were yielding few results.

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(( whew, I thought this rp had died.))

Star Scream: Excellent! Now, lets head to the docks, the salvage ship I highjacked is there, Im sure there is some tools there we could use. (Star Scream flies off.)

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