Tarnation
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Post by Tarnation on Aug 1, 2018 19:25:34 GMT
Ah, the sound of metal slicing through metal, music to his ears. The smaller autobot was indeed impaled on his sword which went straight through him. The blade itself was quite long, height wise (From one side of the blade to the other) meaning that Thunder's entire upper body was impaled, from his lower abdomen up to his shoulder and "collarbone" area. Sliding forward much more would cut through even more of the body, so sliding too far maybe wouldn't be the best idea. There was a sword coming towards him, but thanks to the fact that his sword arm was extended, it didn't reach fully through his face. It made it through the mask, into his cheek, but nothing that couldn't be repaired by a skilled medic. He looked at the autobot, and his last ditch attempt. How sad. Tarn swung his arm outwards, away from his face and in a vertical position and making sure Thunder wouldn't reach it again. He growled before targeting Thunder with the scrapmaker. Due to the fact that Thunder was impaled on the blade, and that it was vertical, the only way off was up, and thanks to gravity, getting off was highly unlikely, unless extreme internal damage was caused. Tarn smiled once more behind his mask, showing a crooked and damaged cheek, a skeleton really, in the hole in it. Then, the firing started towards the helpless little autobot.
The two gunships were prepared for the large one to attack them, so they did the exact opposite of what it wanted them to do. Instead of going downwards, they flew upwards, above the missiles, although some struck their plating. Luckily it was the armored front, so it didn't cause the whole thing to blow up, but it made a nice dent and some holes in it. The cryo hit one of the ships, slowing it down greatly while it was slowly losing power. It didn't stop them from continuing their fire however, as they kept pelting away at Twomp. Ship weapons were more powerful than most regular handheld weapons, so it wouldn't be long until Twomp would have taken some major damage, providing that the shots hit her.
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Thunder
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Post by Thunder on Aug 1, 2018 20:18:18 GMT
I'm going to die...here...He was slammed into the ground, having a tired look on his face, a saddened one. Here...in this universe that isn't my own...man...what a way to go out, right?The gun began to whirr He's smiling...I hate him.He gripped the blade, trying to push him back. I hate him...I HATE HIM.Then the option..."ONI System", for the first time, it was offering itself. As if the program itself didn't want to die. Fine...for this one time...I want you to take over. Use my body...and kill him. I don't care about being the hero...as long as he dies.
His optics opened up. No...I won't...not now...Not now! I won't give in...I'll fight...using my own power!As it began to fire, he blocked the incoming fire with his forearms. Helping to block the incoming bullets to his torso and helm. The thicker extra armor was being pelted hard, but it was made for extreme punishment. He was a sword user, so of course his arms would be a target. The armor wouldn't hold up forever, and it was being ripped through fast. That...rock...the rock that the ghost told me to use! It's still in my compartment...if it heals or powers me up, I'll do it. As long as it means beating him. As long as I can save Diamond! I have a few seconds before he rips through what's left of my forearm armor--
"I won't..." He snarled, energon leaking from his numerous wounds, "I won't let you...not when Diamond's mate hasn't been avenged!" His optics flared with energy, and it seemed from his bio lights going blue and his wheels spinning, he was going into Dual mode again despite his lack of sufficient energy. Thunder was too stubborn to die Backbeat
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Post by Sparkflare on Aug 2, 2018 14:17:05 GMT
((I really don't want to be the kill joy here, But I kinda have to step in at this point.
But first thing is this: Thunder, if I have read your app correctly, it states that your dual mode is able to produce a blue fire looking energy from your swords, not produce fire hot enough to incinerate bullets from your bio lights.
While also looking through your app I noticed that your full frame and burst modes are unusable since I imagine Sky saying it was to over powered (which I agree with), or are supposed to since I noticed that your ONI mode is basically a loop hole to get around it. Which is why I'm going to be revoking the approval of your app to go over your ONI mode and the 2 burst modes to either remove them or rework them.
Now there is the case of violating the rules. First I'll mention the violation of the one combat move per post rule which both Tarn and Thunder both broke to my understanding of the rule since Thunder grabbed and broke Tarn's sword (which is also effectively breaking Tarn's arm and basically autohitting) and then pushing Tarn backwards with a shock wave of energy (also not in the app). Tarn's violated the rule by having his blade turn into a jagged version to keep Thunder in place and then fire his scrap maker. So you both may want to rework your posts.))
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Post by RedOptics on Aug 2, 2018 20:30:45 GMT
Having circled the area, Diamond cursed at how the Decepticons were seeming to win. She couldn't fight, not this scale of a battle, not when she had a sparkling to take care of. But then again, she did have options. There were bots she trusted to take care of him if something happened, leaving her with room to engage. Flying a little closer, she spotted something, someone that made her blood boil.
"Tarn..." The femme growled, diving down and transforming, landing with a heavy thud and with scythe in hand. Her crimson optics glared daggers at the black mech who mercilessly too her mate's life. Seeing Thunder near death at his sword's end, her wings rattled like a snake's in anger.
"Tarn! Let him go!" Diamond wasn't about to let this mech take anymore souls like he had Skyspray. No matter who it was, she wasn't going to let him kill and kill and kill, "It's me you want, not him. If you're going to take someone it will be me! Now. Let. Him. Go."
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Thunder
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Post by Thunder on Aug 2, 2018 22:14:44 GMT
His optics widened when he saw Diamond land and offer herself for his life, "N-No!" He struggled, "I won't...I'm gonna stop him for you, Dia!" He would scream out in pain, energon spraying from a cut tube, "I...I'll beat him...I'll--Aghh!"
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Aug 3, 2018 3:15:35 GMT
((-cocks shotgun- ))
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Nightlock
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Autobot
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Post by Nightlock on Aug 3, 2018 6:30:17 GMT
Twomp roared with animalistic hatred, her armor quickly absorbing the damage before finally cracking open, glaring at the bot who she blamed for this she ran forward and grabbed him by the back of the helm, lifting him up and snarling debating on biting his head off, looking at the new predabot she hissed... idiot, she wouldn’t be able to withstand the guns either, she then proceeded to try and carry Thunder away, she would return for Diamond later, right now she needed to get this stupid bot out of the firing line.
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Tarnation
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Post by Tarnation on Aug 3, 2018 10:42:21 GMT
The large mech simply scoffed at Thunder's words. "And you truly are an idiot." He knew the small one couldn't keep this up for long, he was weak. But so was he starting to get. His energon levels were lowering, he had to get them up somehow, but there was no real way of doing that. Except, there was one way. He didn't have much of an option, but it would be enough. He stopped shooting and just held Thunder above him, letting the energon leaking from the broken bot drip down on him, into the holes in his mask and in between cracks in his armor, where he could absorb it. It wasn't great, but it was something at least. He then heard another sound, the one of jet engines approaching, and soon enough he saw the autobot femme stand in front of him. He turned his attention towards her instead, away from Thunder. "Well, well, well, if that's your wishes, my lady." He said sarcastically, sliding his arm down, throwing Thunder off, to the ground beside him. He didn't care what happened to him now, but in the corner of his eye he could see Twomp picking him up and moving away. "Seems like recklessness runs in the family." He taunted her, swinging out with his shield once, aiming to knock her out in one fell swoop.
The two gunships kept on firing at the autobots, but also lowering themselves towards the ground, to help Tarn with his own issues later on.
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Thunder
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Post by Thunder on Aug 3, 2018 14:55:46 GMT
"N-No..." He moaned out, reaching out to Diamond despite being carried away, "L-Let me...let me save her!" He demanded weakly, "P-Please! I have to...I have to..." His optics would dim.
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Post by WheelSpin on Aug 3, 2018 16:36:19 GMT
The groundbridge flickered momentarily before it died down completely, it's last bit of energy spent.
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Nightlock
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Post by Nightlock on Aug 3, 2018 19:00:03 GMT
Twomp jumped behind a mangled ruin of a building before grabbing Thunder and forcing him to look at her burning red optics, “You are save her? Save her? You are killed her! You are caused this! You are blame for her fighting! You are a Con! You are a selfish con! You are no care orders if no benefit you! You are no alpha, you are omega! You are kill Predabot, Puny bot are not, you are omega bot! You are kill the pack! You are con before fighting! You are pack pretender omega bot! You are get out alone!” Twomp roared in his face slamming him to the hard ground before stabbing her two massive claws in his wound, trying to cause agony. Twomp was dumber then dirt but she valued the pack, Thunder did not, he was a omega, the lowest of the low, he had betrayed the entire pack to selfish reasoning for what? Recongnition? A mate? Leadership? Why should she waste time getting him out when she could be getting Diamond out instead. Her fist turns into her spiked mace as she debated killing the omega before he could kill someone else.
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Post by RedOptics on Aug 3, 2018 20:55:25 GMT
”You already killed my mate, who’s to say you don’t want to finish the job!” She roared at him, taking a step back. She watched as Thunder got picked up by another bot, and she felt relief run through her. Part of her told her she wasn’t going to die, but she didn’t feel reassured. Looking back at Tarn, it was too late. She was hit in a way that knocked her clean out, her body collapsing limply to the ground. The femme looked content for once as her commonly-disgruntled expression was washed away with stasis. Something in her spark told her she was going to be fine. Something familiar. But still, like before, she felt was going to die.
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Thunder
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Post by Thunder on Aug 3, 2018 21:12:33 GMT
He managed to see the scene from where they landed. She was screaming at him after he was slammed, but he couldn't seem to care. Her words wouldn't reach him, his attention was focused on her. Then...she was hit, and he was forcing himself up with his one functoning arm, only to be impaled, screaming out in pain. He gripped his claws to try and force her out.
"L-Listen to me...you god damn brute..." His optics would glow a little brighter, and blue light was eminating from some sections of his joints, "Save her...or let me...or...I swear...to any Fragging god that exists in this backwards universe, that when I get up next...I'm driving my damned sword through your man-looking face!" He snarled, pushing her back with strength he honestly shouldn't even have anymore, and now having a few tears going down his face, "S-Save her...or...let...me!!"
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Tarnation
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Decepticon
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Post by Tarnation on Aug 4, 2018 4:16:43 GMT
Why were they so short sighted? No use in reasoning, they just believed whatever they wanted to. Very similar to fanatics, at least in their behavior, sometimes. Tarn bent down to Diamond's unconscious body, dragging a digit over it. So helpless, vulnerable. He could offline her right then and there, nobody could stop him. However, he wouldn't do that, not now. He had other things in mind for her, requiring some time and preparation. He grabbed her body, lifting her up in his arms, giving her a small cut in her legs due to the fact one arm was a sword. He then turned around, walking towards the gunships which now had landed. The blast doors opened for him and closed once inside, before both ships took off, leaving the damaged bots to escape on their own. It was only a matter of time before the decepticons would reach and overwhelm them. They had to run soon.
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Nightlock
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Post by Nightlock on Aug 4, 2018 17:02:49 GMT
Twomp pushed Thunder’s servo away before punching his helm, trying to knock him out. “Omega bot are weak, weak are belive in better beings.” She hissed before grabbing him with her massive servo and throwing him over her shoulder and running away from the Decepticon army, should thunder attack her later, then she would have a reason to offline him, but intill then. She would try to save him.
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Thunder
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Post by Thunder on Aug 4, 2018 17:33:09 GMT
Thunder was knocked out. His last sight was seeing Diamond being taken away.
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Aug 21, 2018 5:45:59 GMT
A light click of metallic heels echoed within a partially collapsed building. The cybergronian that approached was completely concealed in the gloomy lighting. They neared the twisted metals where a wall once stood with a horribly disappointed expression creeping across a stilled faceplate as twin cool optics calmly scanned over the scene of purple-coated combatants filling in the rubbled area. The reflective silver femme remained fairly hidden at her perch inside the building, clutching to the blown-out wall while watching with a practiced patience. Much had happened in an onslaught the past cycle, and nothing would ever be able to measure her annoyance at how the events had turned out. A demand for heads to roll was gradually flickering to life in her chassis-- and she didn't care who she had to tear apart in order to satisfy this desire. No one was safe from her wrath; everyone was condemned to death due to their own idiocy-- safe for one familiar figure that began to discharge a number of listed orders that she could hear from where she stood. Slyly the old femme faded back into the hole in the wall as a pair of Vehicons stormed past- dragging a number of Autobot pieces with them. It felt bizarre- this was not her usual. Living as an Outlaw and all that-- But it was safer for the others this way. Her trained lenses focused on a figure for a split moment as she found an opportunity to look around. She needed to get a message across somehow.
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