capeandcowllogs | Insturments of Destruction [OPEN KINDA]

WHO: THE DECEPTICONS! AGAIN! PEOPLE FIGHTING THE DECEPTICONS! AGAIN
WHERE: OUTSIDE STARK TOWER! OH GOD
WHEN: FRIDAY
WARNINGS: um decepticons.
SUMMARY: The Decepticons are attacking Stark Tower with the intent of taking the 'porter OHSHI- Puck finally gets around to turning them back into humans at the end, but not before some serious damage is done.
FORMAT: WHAT THE HECK EVER GUYS

Starscream shot towards Stark Tower, accompanied by Thundercracker. Waspinator was probably somewhere behind them. Maybe. Somewhere below, Blackarachnia and Crasher were making their own ways towards the tower.
Starscream had charged himself up on the energon they'd taken in their raid. It wasn't as much as he'd liked, but it had been enough, and he felt good. Better than he had felt in vorns. He also carried a payload of compressed energon in his bomb bays.

He'd warned the ground team (Crasher, Blackarachnia and Kiryu) beforehand, and so they were out of the area when Starscream dropped his bombs into the square before Stark Tower, with every intention of clearing the area of civilians. It wouldn't do to have them underfoot like that.

There was a satisfying roar as the bombs went off, vaporizing cars and breaking out windows in the downtown area. Once the smoke cleared, Starscream circled lazily, coming in low as he began to approach the tower.

"DECEPTICONS! ATTACK!" he shouted over their comm frequency.

[ooc: one thread per 'con; kiryu is allowed to threadbounce if he likes as support (though plz be asking the combatants first). Each 'con please indicate the number of people you're willing to let take you on.
Tony Stark, Idk if the mods ever got back to you but if you want to have the tower defenses start shooting us that is peachy keen just... plz don't kill us?
AT THE END OF THIS LOG SOMETIME, EVERYBODY'S BACK TO BEING HUMAN. HOW/WHEN IT HAPPENS IS UP TO YOU &hearts
Also tag yourselves plz.]

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Fire? Fire was Jetfire's element, heck it was even in his name! Of course he was still in pain from sonic boom and slow to react. He also had no idea if he could even control fire that wasn't created by him but if he didn't try they would both be fried. He hadn't recovered enough to fly.

He focused on the flames willing them to not touch either him or Metabee, surprisingly it worked. He grinned, slowly rising to his feet, willing the flames to die down enough to not do much damage. "I am thinking that I do the flying you do the shooting. You are not being very heavy I am thinking you can ride on my shoulders." he said quickly.

Well, that didn't go as he'd hoped.

Thundercracker banks left and swoops around the block, weaving through skyscrapers to bring himself back into position for a strafing run. Something in his circuitry is expecting a counterattack, so he approaches with his laser cannons blazing.

"Whoa," Metabee paused for a second, watching the flames recede at Jetfire's command. That was useful.

"You got it! Tag team time!" he said with a grin in his voice. "C'mon, upsy-daisy." Metabee raised his arms, half hopping and half scrambling onto Jetfire. It was just in time for the barrage of lasers, too.

"LEFT! DODGE THEM LEFT!" he howled, yanking on Jetfire a little. "I'm backseat driving now!"

The extra weight of Metabee on Jetfire's shoulders slowed him down and threw off his center of gravity a bit. Which he quickly forgot about and adjusted to the moment those lasers started raining down on the two of them.

"I am hoping you are to be holding on tight!" he yelled as he left into the air, swerving this way and that to avoid the lasers.

"We are needing to be grounding him! Metabee be aiming for his wings, they should be easier to hit."

Another bank and swoop around breaks out some more high-rise windows, but he cuts it back sharply this time to loop around above them and bear downward... trying to get as close as possible...

And then transforming into his robot mode to slam fist-first into them.

"Just give it up!"

"I'm not gonna be letting go any time soon!" Metabee assured him, making sure he was grabbing on as tight as he could. Better safe than sorry.

Of course, he then immediately let go with one hand to raise his wrist-mounted lasercannons, compromising that safety somewhat. Metabee narrowed one of his optics, trying to get a lock on Thundercracker.

That plan was foiled by Thundercracker's soaring directly at them, Metabee yelping and putting his hand down to cling to Jetfire again. "DODGE HIM! DODGE HIM!" he roared. If it wasn't too late...

"That is being good." Although maybe hanging on as tight as Metabee could wasn't the best thing.

Jetfire was moving quickly when he looked up from Metabee's yelling to see Thundercracker bearing down on them. Unfortunately he didn't have his usual speed, the seeker was faster. He tried his best to fly out of the way, hoping that he would be able to get away.

((ooc: feel free to catch his leg if you want))

(( ooc: Thanks! ))

Their alliance seems a bit forced and unpracticed, which is what allows Thundercracker the swiftness to grab Jetfire's leg, and then execute a mid-air spin to whip the both of them quickly at a nearby skyscraper - hopefully knocking them out of commission.

"I said GIVE IT UP!"

If there was one thing Metabee never did (besides think before doing something stupid), it was give up. This fight was going to the bitter end, and things were taking a turn for the sour indeed. He let out a metallic yelp as the pair soared through the air and into the hard metal and glass of a skyscraper.

Metabee, for one, was jarred loose of his grip on Jetfire by the collision, sailing through the window and onto the something-or-otherth (it was high up, that much at least was evident) floor of the building with a crashing of glass. Lucky he hadn't smacked into the sheer wall, but things still weren't looking good.

Edited 2009-04-28 07:40 (UTC)

Jetfire wasn't about to just give up either. Although being thrown wasn't something he had seen coming. He tried to slow the both of them down but it was near impossible. He followed through the glass right after Metabee.

He was glad he had remembered to wear his helmet but unfortunately there was nothing to protect the rest of his body. He let out a yell of pain as he finally came to a stop nearby his alley. Shards of glass had cut into various parts of his body. Eyes grew wide as he stared at a rather large cut in his left arm.

Enough of that.

Thundercracker has no interest in killing them... so he turns around and transforms, streaking up to the sky again to head back over to Stark Tower and the Porter...

When the worst possible thing happens. Rocketing upwards with tremendous speed... he suddenly feels himself losing thrust. Losing maneuverability. Losing power. Starting to freeze.

It's only when he hits an upward arc of motion that he realizes what's going on. He's becoming human again!

With no control, no ability to fly and no way to avoid it, the now tiny speck in the sky careens down like a bullet from out of the blue. Crashing through a skyscraper more than five miles away on his way to landing in a crater on E. 53rd Street.

Metabee groaned after a moment. "Oh, my aching tinpet," he mumbled to himself, struggling to his feet. His left arm had gone dark, the sign of function cease. The appendage hung uselessly to the side, feeling numb. If Ikki's medawatch had been around, he was sure it would have been primly telling him what he could feel in the hurt sinking into all his medaparts: LEG DAMAGE 76%. HEAD DAMAGE 92%, MISSILES OFFLINE. LEFT ARM DAMAGE 100%, FUNCTION CEASE. RIGHT ARM DAMAGE 83%. DAMAGE LEVELS CRITICAL. SHUTDOWN IMMINENT.

He wandered over to Jetfire, giving a sympathy wince at the blood. "That's gonna take a big bandaid," he quipped halfheartedly. Metabee wasn't equipped for healing - his type was poorly suited to such endeavors anyhow - so he couldn't do too much about the glass. "Heck, let's go wild and make it a whole box."

Then that sensation hit again, the one he'd had back with Optimus when he'd turned Medabot again. Metabee slowly let out a horrified "Ohhhhhhhh", the realization sinking in ever so slowly. "No!" he yelped, backing away from poor Jetfire as metal gave way to flesh and tin to skin. And, most of all, medal to soul, his very self making itself no longer manifest. "I don't wanna be human!"

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