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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 1, 2015 4:12:44 GMT
Known as one of the most prominent cities in Texas, Ft. Worth started out as a stockyard next to a railroad and evolved to a booming city filled with people and businesses. The surrounding countryside is home to enormous fields of corn and wheat, creating a rolling landscape that seems to stretch on forever. Ft. Worth is also home to another race - the Cybertronians.
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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 1, 2015 4:21:47 GMT
On a tollway that cuts through the town, the traffic was very heavy, frustrating a young woman to no end...
"Ugh! I hate traffic!" I complained. "Me too. People can't seem to make up their minds about where to go," a transparent text box appeared on the windshield in front of me. "Agreed, Dodge. This is why I love living out in the country - no traffic, no noise, and no crazy-aft high skyscrapers," I replied, rolling my eyes at the car in front of me who had just pulled out right in front of us.
The duo continued along the congested highway, working their way towards their destination.
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Post by Krovennan (Quaketread) on Jan 1, 2015 20:51:03 GMT
In the skies above Fort Worth, a huge flaming streak lit up the sky as it careened to the ground at breakneck speeds. The object itself was impossible to identify, but whatever it was, it was big, and the trail left through the clouds suggested it fell from a very great height. The object collided with the Earth and bounced from the force of the impact, tearing a great gash through the cornfield it finally decided to stop in. Not counting one scarecrow, no-one was hurt in the impact, but there was no doubt that those for miles around saw it.
There was no doubt someone would invesigate either, especially when a Cybertronian signal started to broadcast from the object, giving off an old Decepticon ID...
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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 1, 2015 21:19:06 GMT
Meanwhile on the tollway..
"Dodge? What's that thing flying through the air?" I asked, staring at the ball of fire. "I think that's a landing pod. I can't tell which faction it is yet," Dodge replied, setting his sensors on the object. A few minutes later, a signal popped up on his sensors and he nearly stopped dead in the middle of the tollway. "What the heck dude? Why did you brake so hard and sudden?" I exclaimed in alarm. Dodge was silent for a few moments, then he finally answered. "It's a Con. One that shouldn't be here at all because he's bad news." "Well... That ain't good. Should we go check it out or is it too dangerous for me?" "It's way too dangerous for you, and I may need to call in some back up..."
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Post by Krovennan (Quaketread) on Jan 1, 2015 22:53:31 GMT
The dust began to settle at the crash site, revealing more details of the object, it was indeed a landing pod of Decepticon design, oversized and modified for long-range flight. On the side a white Decepticon logo could be seen, two outlined bars in a crossbones formation behind the symbol, the ends widening out in a curved fashion.
The object radiated heat from reentry, but otherwise was still as it lay in the cornfield, even as the sky got cloudier and the wind began to pick up. The telltale signs that a storm was picking up, and it looked like a big one. The signal continued to broadcast, obviously without encryption and possessing of a large broadcast range.
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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 2, 2015 18:06:36 GMT
As Dodge drove along the highway, he decided to send an encrypted signal out, hoping that there were Autobots in the area.
::This is Dodge. I've got a situation and need some back up. Can anyone read me?::
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Post by Pyromancer on Jan 2, 2015 19:00:12 GMT
Shooting through the cold reaches of space, it's air less void turning whatever flicker of flame from the engines into nothing but a small light show, a small pod no bigger than a fuel truck was moving through space. Passing through a particularly backwater system, no advanced lifeforms in sight, a strange signal was intercepted by the capsule's comm unit. Instantly detecting the signal as Decepticon, or rather one of it's subfactions, the pod suddenly engaged retrograde thrusters and shot to the right. Now on a crash course towards the only planet capable of supporting life, a disgusting blue marble amidst the darkness (Orange was much better), the pod's many cracks and gaps in it's plating sharply pressed together. Entering a sort of re-entry mode, it prepared to enter the atmosphere.
As it entered, the single being within couldn't contain himself as his pod lit up in sold orange fire, nothing like he'd ever seen before. His enjoyment quickly ceased when the flames went out, replaced by what seemed like rings of coloured air, far less pretty... Soon the bands left as well after the pod neared the ground, the one inside rather depressed by the effects of re-entry.
Hitting the ground and cutting into the corn-field as it skidded across the sun baked dirt, the small trenches left in it's wake were at least 5ft deep with large plumes of dust above them. Skipping along three more times, the pod finally got it's nose down and was engulfed in dirt, stopping it dead. After a second or two of sitting there, steam slowly rising from it's burning surface, two tall jets of coolent erupted from it's vents with a loud hiss. After that little show, the pod split down the middle before turning into a whirling mess of plates and gears. Pushing up from the ground with a clawed servo, balling into a fist and tearing out a portion of the ground with it, the 22ft mass the pod shifted into slowly looked around it. It seemed to be looking for something, searching for something it could use to navigate this rolling land scape it found itself in. Soon it located something suitable:
Sending out a small blue beam towards the vehicle, just a couple meters away by what seemed to be a house, a square grid appeared over it's frame as the alien being scanned and detailed every point of it. After a second or two, the figure's form shifted. New plates suddenly shot out from newly opened ports, moving across his frame before locking into place and starting to form a proper shape. After the rather loud act was completed, the Cybertronian let out a long groan as he stretched, breaking in the underused joints with several loud clicks and snaps. Then, he crouched down, slowly, before springing into the air, shifting forms yet again mid-air.
Landing with a couple bounces on the new suspension, the buggy roared into life and the wheels span with a loud squeal. Pushing off and quickly speeding up to 40mph, it turned onto the dirt track leading towards the large main road. As it travelled, it too sent out a signal like the one that had drawn it here, just without the odd signature to it. Using a far less powerful system, the signal could only reach the other side of the city, but it was more than enough to reach the other pod.
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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 2, 2015 20:10:43 GMT
Dodge finally found a place to pull off the tollway, relieved to finally get out of the traffic.
"Woohoo!" I cheered. "Finally got away from all the idiotic drivers on that tollway." "Yep, we sure did!" Dodge laughed.
He found an empty parking lot, and pulled in. Suddenly, a new signal popped up on his scanners! Dodge realized that the second signal was Pyromancer, and no one had answered his signal from earlier. Letting out a string of curses in Cybertronian, he quickly opened a link to the Autobot's main comm system.
::This is Dodge, Neutral Guardian. I am with my charge JML Ranch in Ft. Worth and there's two 'Cons in the area. One is unidentifiable and the other is Pyromancer. I need back up ASAP!::
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Post by Krovennan (Quaketread) on Jan 2, 2015 21:50:58 GMT
Near the pod the wind was picking up more and more, dark clouds on the horizon and approaching fast, an occasional distant rumble of thunder echoing across the landscape. The pod continued to emit the signal, now using the signal to connect to the Internet through a nearby database. Searching through terabytes of data until coming across a communications channel, lightly secured, relying on not being found at all rather than security.
The messages on this channel hinted at schematics for a prototype vehicle, an enormous Artillery MLRS that wouldn't be produced owing to the sheer cost per vehicle being ludicrous. A file was sent digitally, scanned and copied for the onboard systems to examine. Sure enough, the vehicle in question's schematics were in the file, and detecting the vehicle to be of acceptable dimensions, the systems began transferring the data to the T-Cog of the occupant of the pod. Thuds and bangs emanated from within the pod as the approaching storm got closer and closer.
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Post by Pyromancer on Jan 2, 2015 23:00:12 GMT
Shooting down the long dirt road, leaving a mile high dust trail, Pyro came into visual range of the main road, much to his dismay. Packed bumper to bumper with cars, the constantly beeping mountain of traffic moved a precisely half the speed of a dead snail. Letting out a small growl at the sight, a slight accent to the tone of voice, the buggy turned sharply to the right, now running parallel to the rows of traffic. Mowing down corn as he went, the angered and surprised shouting behind him quickly sparked his attention. Slamming the breaks and grinding to a halt, he looked over and got his first look at the native species on this rock. Small, pale and dark skinned, odd, mostly hairless flesh bags. Running a quick scan on them, his optics widened at the loud beeping coming from his carbon scanner.
Oooooh myyyyy.... Now what do we have here? A bunch of flammable meat bags just begging to be burned? I just don't believe my luck!
Taking a moment to have a chance at fun, despite his Decepticon comrade broad casting that signal of his, Pyro turned towards the traffic. The many humans looked around when they heard the loud voice, seemingly coming from no where, but their search was called off when the line cutter revved his engine at them. Resuming their angry rants, the ignorant fleshlings had no idea what was about to happen. Suddenly slamming down on the accelerator, the black buggy shot towards the cars, directly at some old piece of tin probably sewing out more carbon than Pyro had burned. Slamming into the side of the vehicle with a loud crash of glass shattering, along with a few bones. Now drivers were rushing out of their cars and running to the aid of the attacked driver. But then something caught their attention, the buggy was driverless. They hadn't noticed it before when it was moving quickly or slamming into the other car, but now that they were mere inches away from it, it caught their attention.
Beginning to back away from the hostile buggy, they began talking amongst themselves as to how the car could operate. Then, their voices were silenced as the car changed. Splitting down the middle suddenly, the onlookers cocked their heads before opening their mouths agap at the next sight. Turning into a shifting mass of twisting metal, the vehicle began to stand up on newly formed feet. Now standing 22ft, the humans began backing away rather quickly as the figure looked down at them, covered face stopping them from seeing it's intent. It's sharp hands balled into fists before disappearing into it's arms, two long barrels quickly taking their place.
You meat bags just brought yourself a whole world of pain, thanks for that!
And that was the only warning they got before the figure bent his arms at the elbow and took aim. Erupting out of the barrels, a loud roar of something ringing out seconds before, two huge jets of white fire shot out towards the waves of cars. Instantly setting alight, the humans in the blast were quickly turned to liquid as they were engulfed by fire, sending the others screaming in panic. Above the screams a cackling laugh rose to prominence, coming from the murderous alien as he stepped forward and crushed the previously crashed into car. Moving his arms in separate directions to increase the coverage of beautiful flickering flames, cars were turned to slag and smoke began to rise in huge plumes, causing the drivers further back to call 911.
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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 2, 2015 23:42:49 GMT
"Slag! Dodge, look!" I cried out, seeing flames licking at the sky.
"What- OH FRAG!" Dodge cursed as he saw the flames. He transformed suddenly, standing with me sitting in his hand.
"That will never get old," I laughed as I sat comfortably.
Dodge shook his helm in amusement, chuckling softly. "You never fail to amuse me. However, we must stop Pyromancer from burning everything. I am going to give you my Path Blaster, which I have modified so you can use it."
"What- You mean we're going to deal with that flame-eater of a 'Con?" I spluttered as Dodge put me on his shoulder.
"Yes." Transforming his left foreservo into the Path Blaster, he removed the weapon and pressed a button on it. The weapon transformed into a human-sized version. Dodge pulled out a silver jumpsuit from his subspace and handed both items to me. "The jumpsuit is designed to protect you from Pyromancer's flames and Energon as well. You'll be shooting from my cab while I use my Scrapmakers."
"Ok." I quickly slipped the jumpsuit on, surprised by how lightweight and comfortable it was. Dodge gently picked me up, then set me down on the ground, and transformed back into his alt. mode. Climbing into the cab, Dodge slipped the seat belt around me and sped off towards Pyromancer, arming both of his Scrapmakers.
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Post by Pyromancer on Jan 3, 2015 0:10:24 GMT
Lost in his own little world, the psychotic nutt-case twirled and whirled around, loosely swinging his arms around and sending flames sweeping through the air. Landing on both metal, humans and corn, the growing inferno spread like wild fire as it's grand designer laughed through it all. Starting to made his way down the line of both abandoned and filled cars, the trail of destruction began extending further and further as Pyro gained speed. Now jogging in between the lines of melted cars, arms locked at a 90 degree angle but swaying from side to side happily, the Decepticon unknowingly moved towards the approaching Autobot, not that he would mind either way. With each step his pedal seemed to sink into a barely solid car or truck, giving him the strangest sense of walking on sponge or something similar. But that was hardly his point of interest right now, no he was far more focused on the ever increasing fire in front of him, the roaring and flickering flames filling his mind with wondrous colours and shapes.
Sorry you meat bags don't get to see this, because by the Flame is it pretty! I'm over joyed I landed on such a tailor made planet!
He shouted out to the screaming populace around him, their dying throes of pain turning into white noise as the roaring flame consumed their very lives. Turning the remains into unrecognisable, charred versions of themselves, the sight burned into their minds right before death was the picture perfect version of their Hell. A terrible place of death and anguish, filled with fire and pain.
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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 3, 2015 0:23:48 GMT
What Pyromancer didn't know was that there was a white truck behind him...
"Ready?" I asked Dodge. I was currently leaning out the passenger side window, aiming the Path Blaster at the 'Con.
"Yep. Let's take this glitch out," Dodge replied, letting a growl emit from his engine.
Dodge and I shot at the 'Con in unison, knocking him off balance.
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Post by Krovennan (Quaketread) on Jan 3, 2015 0:33:38 GMT
((gonna control some Human response teams in the meantime if noone objects))
Behind Pyromancer, the sirens of the emergency services could be heard approaching rapidly. Fire Trucks began working to douse the flames as the Police moved ahead to confront Pyromancer, ambulances rushing to aid any survivors. The Police barged through the burning wrecks with riot vans and begun taking shots at Pyromancer as they raced to keep up with him, occasionally demanding his surrender through their vehicle's loudspeaker systems.
At the pod, the storm was edging over the once again silent craft, the skies blackening as the dark clouds got thicker and thicker, hanging low to the ground. Large hailstones began to pelt the pod harmlessly as the wind whipped up into a loud roar, like a freight train rushing through the air that could be heard for miles around. The pod stayed motionless through it all, too heavy and deeply embedded in the Earth to be moved.
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Post by Pyromancer on Jan 3, 2015 0:41:15 GMT
Happily enjoying the flames, Pyromancer's joy was suddenly interrupted when a chorus of gun fire impacted against his frame, knocking his loose state clean off his feet and sending him crashing back into a truck's trailer. Sinking into the partially melted metal and forming a sort of chair from himself, Pyro shook his head before looking over at his attack, an annoyed growl rolling out of his covered intake. Pushing up from the soft metal, his claws easily digging into it, he stood up to his full height and looked over at the incoming Autobot and his human pal. Ignoring any further gun fire hitting his frame, Pyro charged forward, bullets pinging off his armour and doing little to dissuade him. Closing the distance quickly, he leapt into the air and quickly pressed his arms together, taking aim at Dodge midair. Then that same roar from before echoed out moments before the twin jets of white flame erupted from the barrels.
Fuelled by promethium and a helping of other gasses, these particular flames can melt tungsten, known for it's high melting point, in little under a minute. So unless Dodge wanted to be turned into slag in motion, he'd get out of the arching pillars of bright, glowing fire he'd get out of the way. Or he could make Pyro's day and melt for him, then'd he'd get to play with the human who managed to survive, something he would enjoy. The sudden shots impacting against his back, followed by the demands of some humans, caught his attention briefly but he didn't pay attention. His attention was thoroughly focused on the Autobot, so it would take some real effort by the police to gain his audience.
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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 3, 2015 0:51:07 GMT
Dodge gunnd his engine, avoiding the shot and transformed, putting me in his subspace. As he lunged at the mech, Dodge punched him right in the faceplates, knocking him back again. Landing on his pedes, he slid to a stop.
"You picked the wrong town to come to, pal," Dodge snarled, transforming his left foreservo into a Thunderclap Sonic Blaster and his right foreservo into a plasma cutter. Now, his plasma cutter wasn't an ordinary one. It had been designed to cut through some of the strongest metals on Cybertron.
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Post by Pyromancer on Jan 3, 2015 1:00:56 GMT
Sliding back across the ground after he was punched, Pyro shook his helm slightly before looking over at Dodge, watching as he took out his weapons. Straightening up and cracking his neck loudly, a pleasant numbness spreading through his frame, he reverted one of his flame throwers back to a servo. Extending his hooked digits in a sort of stretch, he twisted to the side slightly and lifted his remaining flamer.
Why'd you have to ruin my fun? I was having such a blast just minding my own business, torching these little wretches and enjoying a good time out. Then you had to come along and interrupt! How rude.
Firing a quick jet of flame at the Autobot, Pyro rushed forward under the cover of flames and swung at Dodge with his claw. He expected the fire to be dodged, that was just a cover, the real attack was the swipe. Aiming for the neck, and more importantly the kill, the sharpened tips of his digits would easily cut through the armour should they connect.
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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 3, 2015 1:12:13 GMT
"If you hadn't started hurting all those innocent humans, I wouldn't have attacked. Because you have done so, I had to interrupt," Dodge replied as he ducked under the flame. The clawed hand sunk into his left shoulder causing Dodge to yip in pain. Reacting, Dodge sliced the hand off with his plasma cutter, leaving the wound plugged up.
Dodge knew he was going to get hurt badly, but he didn't care. It was a Guardian's duty to protect any innocent beings, no matter what species. He hoped that someone was coming to help, and soon.
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Post by Pyromancer on Jan 3, 2015 1:23:03 GMT
Pulling his claw from Dodge's shoulder the Energon coating his digits instantly set alight, burning brightly on him but causing him no damage to speak off. Lifting the burning claw up to his gaze, Pyro stared at it for a second, before flicking his goggle covered optics to the wounded Autobot. Then, like a blur, his hand was gone just below the knuckles, fresh Energon squirting out from the new wound only to turn into fire moments later. If his intake was visible, then the wide grin appearing on his face would have given away his next move. But first, some mono-logging.
Hurting is such a strong word, don't you think? I much prefer... ''Liberating''. Yes, for you see Fire is the eternal presence that binds us all together. Think about it, what is invented first for every advanced lifeform? Fire or the wheel? I'll give you a clue: I'm about to kill you with it!
Reeling back sharply, Pyromancer twisted quickly and attempted to upper cut Dodge with his gun arm, slapping his damaged servo on the Autobots back and force-ably holding him in place. (The next couple lines are what will happen if the upper cut happens) Now with the barrel of his flame thrower firmly pressed into the stomach of the annoying bot, the loud roar filled their audials shortly before a jet of fire slammed into him. Widening out due to such close contact, the fire shot out in all directions, almost engulfing the Autobot, as it ate into the armour plating it was faced with. If something wasn't do fast then he would end up with a hole in his belly, and not like the one shared by his human friend...
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Post by Bruiser Maximus on Jan 3, 2015 1:25:39 GMT
a ground bridge would open not far from the battle, Death Wish would raise a comm to all the Decepticons in the area.
*This is Sergeant Death Wish, report your status.*
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