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TEAM DECEPTICON IS BLASTING OFF AGAIN [closed; in progress]

WHO: Starscream, Blackarachnia, Optimus Prime, Waspinator, Metabee, Saitou, Arcee
WHERE: The street leading up to Stark Tower - full of chaos! yay!
WHEN: Wendsdayyyyyyyyy~
SUMMARY: AUTOBOTS (and medabot and samurai?) WAGE THEIR BATTLE TO, DESTROY THE EVIL FORCES OF, THE DECEPTICONS~ Starscream and Blackarachnia are going to steal parts of the Porter, except Starscream is an idiot and forgot to encrypt his last organizational post. Also he's bad at planning. Also did you REALLY think Starscream would succeed at something? Really? Clearly you need to watch more G1.
FORMAT: PAAAAAAAAAAAAARAHGRAAAAAAPHS

"Slag!" Starscream hissed. He'd been in a rush this morning (he'd slept through his alarm - apparently this human body needed more downtime than he was used to) and had completely forgotten to encrypt his last post. Which meant that Optimus Prime had been able to hack it, which meant that the Autobot knew that he was up to something.

It didn't matter. Starscream pulled his flying goggles down over his face, then put on the motorcycle helmet he'd bought the other day. He made another check of the bulletproof padding on his outfit, then the climbing gear he had at his side - everything was in place.

Where was Blackarachnia? That was all that remained...

[[OOC: FOR THE MOMENT I am going to enforce a posting order: Starscream -> Blackarachnia -> First come, first served (will update as this goes) Also I'll be out for a few hours today becuase I'm visiting Zero. Which means Wazzzpinator will be slow, but that's OKAY becuase it's Wazzp. He is probably late or something.
Arei, assume that when you get here, Starscream's gonna let you absorb his powers and then you two are going to start flying towards Stark Tower (ie, permission to temporarily godmode granted)]]

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It took Blackarachnia far longer to get to where Starscream had specified than she would have liked. Her blasted ankle still hurt, the brace helped lessen the pain but still she was much slower getting around than she was used to. And of course the idiot of a leader had forgot to encrypt his post so now they were guaranteed a fight. Not something she was particularly looking forward to, not after what she knew Optimus could do.

Finally she arrived at her destination wearing the most protective clothing she could find, not bullet proof or anything but it would do. In one hand was her Decepticon helmet that had somehow made it through the transporter with her. And on her back was something similar to her old shell, something she'd been working on so she didn't have to bite people to poison them. She hadn't yet given it a test run so she didn't know if it would even work or not.

She made her way as quickly as she could of to Starscream, limping slightly. Once within reach of him she grabbed him and concentrated on downloading his powers. "We better get going if we don't want any interruptions." she said, pulling her hand back then putting her helmet on.

With a nod from Starscream they were off, of course it took a moment for Blackarachnia to get into the air. She feared flying without a ship, she'd fallen far too many times to ever enjoy it.

Riding a motorcycle was still somewhat weird for Optimus - he was, after all, good friends with a motorcycle. Even so, he pushed distracting thoughts like that one aside and sped through the streets of the City, racing to where Starscream had posted he would be meeting Blackarachnia. Mentally, he plotted out the route they would take - directly to the tower, most likely - and how to get there via the streets.

He gunned the accelerator, glad that the danger of the past few days had pretty much kept all the civilians inside their homes. For good measure, though, he turned on the siren, and tore down the street, glancing up frequently to see if he could spy the 'Cons.

There they were, several feet ahead and gaining distance. Optimus sped up, definitely way over the speed limit (but who was going to arrest him, the other Autobots?), trying to gain some distance.

Where were Arcee and Metabee? Or Waspinator, for that matter?

Riding on a motorcycle may have been weird for Optimus, but at least he wasn't in Metabee's position - the younger robot was not particularly well versed in the rules of the road (never having turned into a vehicle or just plain driven one before), and it was leading to some awkward almost-crashes. Thankfully, there weren't many civilians outside, which made for few people hurt besides his own stupid self. Ah, well, bruises wouldn't stop him. Never had before. And thankfully, Metabee was also a very quick learn - he'd picked up flying in short order back home, after all.

RHe'd afforded himself a bit of time to get himself ready for a fight, the firearms integrated to his... not-fire arms. Metabee would have to prod the people who had volunteered to make his medaparts after this, he frowned to himself. Eclectic was only good as long as the parts weren't just whatever you found lying around. But hey, they would work, and as long as he got to fight Starscream again and hopefully win he wasn't complaining. Much.

"This fashionably late enough?" he quipped, stepping on the gas and speeding up as he finally caught up with Optimus. Now he just had to keep up and not crash. Yep. This would be a piece of cake.

Hey guys, I hate to do it, but I'm probably going to back out of this log. Just.. major feelings of being pulled in all directions and therefore exhausted muse-wise. :< I <3 you guys, I do, and I'm sure this log will be epic, but I just feel like I'm about to fall over :[

Perfectly fine!

... holy damn that was the fastest reply ever in the history of mankind o_o

This was better. Much better. Though it didn't feel the same as being the vehicle, it was still more familiar. The controls of the bike were easy enough to get used to, though she'd probably have to invest in a helmet, if not for the fragile chassis she was stuck in, then for the sake of the laws. As it was, feeling the wind whip by her face at such speed was refreshing, and reminded her of scouting the surface of Mars, so many cycles ago.

She crossed paths with Prime and Metabee as she took her own route to the tower, intent on meting out a personal 'thanks' to Starscream for his intervention with the bull mutant; she caught the hint that he was showing off rather than helping, which left her with a rotten taste in her mouth, a novel expression for someone who only recently even had taste. Pulling into formation behind them, she sped up enough to yell over the engines and wind. "Guess my shortcut wasn't all that short!"

This was good. While she liked being in command, liked having her own troops... she felt more natural taking orders. Maybe the events at Tyger Pax had rooted something in her; when she had been under Bumblebee's command, she felt like she was doing everything that was expected of her, at least until Megatron had gotten his claws onto the yellow Autobot. This time, though, there was no Megatron; and if Starscream got that close to Prime or Metabee, she'd be testing just how durable his organic frame was.

Slag and blast it all, it was Prime. Of course.

"You go on ahead!" he shouted to Blackarachnia (hoping she could hear him - it wasn't likely) "I'll keep the 'bots distracted!"

Turning in the air, he kept his speed as he flew backwards, firing his null-rays at Optimus and Arcee's motorcycles in the hopes of disabling them. If he could take out their transportation, he'd be fine; and Metabee was hardly a threat anyway.

Unfortunately Blackarachnia hadn't heard what Starscream had shouted over the whistling of the wind but she did hear the blasts. Throwing a quick glance over her shoulder she saw what was going on but didn't bother to stop or turn around. The mission was more important than those blasted Autobots.

She turned her attention back to the Tower and kept going.

The motorcycle under him began sputtering as the null-ray shut down its mechanisms. Optimus would have to remember that Starscream had an EMP generator.

Acting quickly, he stopped the bike and climbed off, slinging it off to the side and running as quickly as he could to keep up with Starscream. Good thing he was in great shape. And of course, there were ways to even the odds further.

"Time to bring Starscream down to earth!" Optimus called, activating his bola whip throwers (no, he didn't know why they were still there when he was human). The bola whip whirred through the air, heading directly for the Decepticon.

"Head for where he lands!" Optimus called to Arcee and Metabee.

Well, Metabee's motorcycle at least was still working (why hadn't Starscream taken his out? Way to underestimate the 'bot, in his own humble opinion). He ached to try and shoot down one of the Decepticons himself, but that wasn't a good idea when he had his hands full driving already. One thing at a time.

But he took orders for once in his sorry over-independent life, speeding forward and judging where Starscream's fall would take him.

That was, if the bolas got him. But hey, no need to be pessimistic.

Starscream had turned away and was about to speed off, almost ready to push his flight powers to dangerous limits when...

"AUGH!"

Strong cables wrapped around his body. His jets fired erratically as he flailed about, careening into a building. He couldn't stabilize without the use of his arms. He managed to slow his fall, but still ended up smashing into the pavement below, his helmet the only thing saving him from a face full of pavement.

He struggled to get free of the bolas, squirming to try to get himself loose. Since when did Prime have bolas?!

Edited 2009-03-20 05:37 (UTC)

Hearing the sound of a crash and Starscreams own screaming Blackarachnia stop, twisting herself around in the air to see what had happened. "Oh slaggit, Starscream." she muttered, rolling her eyes. She looked back at the Tower then back down at Starscream. She should probably help her new leader but the Tower.

He could take care of himself, maybe. The time it took her to make up her mind was far longer than it should have been but she finally decided to turn back to the Tower. Her downloading ability could run out at any time and she'd rather be near the goal when it happened.

When the blast hit Arcee's bike, the engine went dead. For a brief moment, she started to lose control, before cocking the wheel in just the right direction to slow, rather than falter. Rapidly losing momentum, Arcee let herself drift a bit further before dropping over the side, her feet kicking into a run the moment she touched ground. She had only one target, and he was restrained and on the ground.

Zipping towards him at a faster-than-average run, Arcee reached around to her belt, fumbling for a moment before finally freeing one of the Berettas she'd taken from the police weapons cache, then cocking it and encroaching on Starscream's position. When she finally got close enough, her fist reached down, grabbing him by the front of his clothes, while her other hand pressed the gun to his jaw.

Visions of Air Raid and Smokescreen, of Grindcore and Signal Flare, of Warpath, of Elita, they all flooded Arcee's memory as she glared right into his eyes. "Give me one reason not to scrap you, you sickening slag-heap Decepticon," she hissed through clenched teeth.

Starscream's eyes widened in shock. This was not the Arcee he knew, not in the remotest sense. Her blue eyes held a terrifying hate, and he wondered just what his counterpart had done to earn such ire.

Granted, he'd done some vile things in his time, but such hate burned in those eyes...

Luckily for him, he managed to wiggle one hand loose. Swiftly, he smacked Arcee's hand aside - the gun discharged, blowing a hole in the side of his helmet and clipping his ear, but leaving him otherwise unharmed. With his leg, he kicked her in the chest, firing both his jets as he did to spring backwards as he worked his other hand loose.

"Simple! Try and I'll destroy you, Autobot!" he managed to snap.

As soon as Starscream was loose, Optimus charged. He wasn't going to interfere with Arcee's vendetta against Starscream - clearly the Decepticon had done horrible things in her universe. But now that he was loose, Optimus knew that he had to help.

For a moment he considered using his axe, but then remembered the mutant from the night before. Optimus wanted to STOP Starscream, but not kill him outright. He didn't have a reason to - yet.

For now, it'd be best to disable Starscream, and knock him unconscious. Switching out the bola thrower for the foam cannon, Optimus aimed and launched a blast of fire extinguishing foam at Starscream's face as he ran in closer.

For a moment after Metabee slowed his own bike to a halt, stumbling off of it and just letting it lean to one side and flop over with a protesting clunk, he could only move in on Starscream with the others. "You're not really in a position to be destroyin' anybody, Starscream," he snorted at the Decepticon's retort to Arcee.

The Little Medabot That Could bolted forward, hanging back for just a moment as Optimus gave him a nice faceful of foam. No, he didn't have super-speed or super-strength or super-aim or super-anything, really, much as he would protest he was super-awesome, but what he did have was pure guts and above all else stupidity.

Hence his now zooming in with an attempt to tackle Starscream. Not the best plan, but it was what he thought of first here. Just... hopefully his brashness didn't mess things up too much.

Edited 2009-03-20 06:42 (UTC)

The strike sent her stumbling backwards, trying to balance herself as Optimus and Metabee started their assault. Restraining attacks? Arcee was confused... should they be trying to stop him outright? She knew they did things differently in their universes, but...

Catching Metabee run right past her, she holstered her weapon for the moment. She jumped in without an order, like an eager cadet, not like a seasoned soldier. This was going to likely get her some words later... but for now, she had to make sure another Autobot, even a temporary bearer of the title, didn't fall to Starscream's hand, and rushed forward, attempting to back up his rush.

The foam hit the side of Starscream's helmet, and he once again wondered what in the Pit was up with this Prime's weapons. Unfortunately, it was still a distraction, and the half second longer it took him to get off the ground was the half-second that Metabee needed to knock him to the ground.

This was all going straight to the Pit, all of it.

"Get OFF me, you overgrown toaster!" he snarled as he struggled with the yellow medabot. "I have bigger sharkticons to scrap!"

He wondered why the slag Waspinator wasn't backing him up, and then remembered who he was thinking about there.

What in spark's name was a sharkticon? It didn't matter, however. The important thing was stopping Starscream.

... Wait, where did Blackarachnia go?

"Someone go after Blackarachnia!" Optimus barked, joining Metabee in the struggle of pinning Starscream down.

Metabee grappled with Starscream, all flailing arms and legs and fists and feet pinning himself against the other as best he could with his measly hundred-something pounds.

"Sorry, you'll just have to go fishing later," he scowled. "You don't mess with an overgrown toaster. Cause you're about to be the toast." He made a move to try and jam the tip of his flamethrower into Starscream. Just threatening - he wouldn't really let loose with it. Definitely not at this close of a range. Even he wasn't that stupid.

"Little busy here, or I would!" Metabee grunted at Optimus, not bothering to glance away. "I can't be two people at once." What kind of horrible world would have two Metabees in it anyway.

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