Ep0.5 – “All Good Things” – Closed

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Ep0.5 – “All Good Things” – Closed Mar 1, 2012 20:25:42 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2012 20:25:42 GMT -5

Sideswipe didn’t know what hit him… which didn’t in anyway stop what hit him from hitting him hard. He’d been crossing the flat of the tundra at speed, having gone for a long drive with the purpose of loosening up with a drive. The scream of turbines was the only warning he had, that and the tens of thousands of years of mass memory flashed into the hardware of his proto-structures telling him to sweve. He only got clipped really. Clipped in the way you could say a freight train clipped you. The strike took him with meteoric force, hitting him from his right rear corner panel to his front wheel well and blasting the dense-mass Lamborghini into a spin out that threw him, flipped him and forced him into a jumbled transformation.

His combat systems cycled up instantly, going into overdrive as Sideswipe hit the permafrost, ripping it up as the hard plates and edges of him tumbled end over end until he somersaulted out it and rolled to his pedes. He did so just in time to see the Cybertronian jet – massive, silver and oh Primus frag! – streaking at him before it came apart and snapped together again as Kaon’s greatest gladiator. Sideswipe had exactly one astro-kilk to wonder Why is it always me?. Then Megatron put a fist through Sideswipe’s startled block and the impact threw Sidesswipe’s Iacon-built frame half a kilometer.

Sides would have gone down but the jet mod in his back came active, ignited, caught him as he fell and buoyed the commando up, snow blowing up in a cloud around him. Blue optics irised wide; Megatron’s mad visage, the heat of his EMF, engine sick with rage, some psychotic edge in his systems – it told him to get out and get out now. The bot himself half curled, twisted mid-air and in a split second decision he rocketed away from Megatron. ::Sunstreaker!:: He opened the comm to his brother.:: We’re fragged! Megatron on my six! Lock my coordinates now!:: Then, even though he didn’t want to: :: I can’t get away from him on open air. Get here, Sunny.::

Last Edit: Mar 3, 2012 23:53:52 GMT -5 by Deleted

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Ep0.5 – “All Good Things” – Closed Mar 3, 2012 16:56:31 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2012 16:56:31 GMT -5

Megatron had left the Nemesis looking to beat something into an unrecognizable pulp of twisted metal and guttering spark - Neutral or Autobot, it didn't matter. Seconds after 'bridging into high atmosphere directly above the energon reading, the unique split-spark harmonics and familiar frequency had scored across his processor.

The first strike had been enjoyable, the second moreso, but rather than sate the warlord's appetite for personal destruction, the brutal contacts had only stoked it. There was no temptation to fire upon the traitorous defector with the monstrous cannon - Megatron wanted mesh in his hands, peeling apart against his talons and spilling scorched energon in torrents. Wanted the physicality of it. Needed it.

The rush through his lines and the hungry thrum of battle protocols spun up and singing death cleared away some of the fog in his processor, gathered together some of the tattered shreds of his mind into clarity again. It was no effort to gain on the flying mech again, ascending high, checking the trajectory, and then transforming mid-dive to crash against the twin with one arm wrapping around his chassis.

Megatron's bulk and the force of his impact crushed the jet on the mech's backstrut, and holding him against his chest, he grasped the red helm and forced blue optics to watch the rapidly approaching earth. At terminal velocity, he brought his mouth to an audio plate and half-purred, half-snarled, "So good to see you again, Sideswipe."

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Ep0.5 – “All Good Things” – Closed Mar 3, 2012 17:26:55 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2012 17:26:55 GMT -5

Not dying today. Just not doing it. It’s not on the agenda. thought Sideswipe as Megatron, with the agitated twin clutched to his chest, fucking hurdled toward the tundra. Not dying. The jet mod at his back had no doubt seared a black and dead-nanite char down the warlord’s chest when he bear-hugged the once-Autobot mid-flight, but the crush and grind and emergency heat-load parameters in that mod forced a shut down and now his turbine was dead until he could fragging get Megatron to fragging get the Primus-slotting Pit off his back before he cratered him into the earth. Not dying, he repeated with mounting terror, working his arm free from where Megatron had pinned it against his body.

“Nice to see you too,” he gritted, vocoder glitching

Then he activated his shock tech systems and his right forearm split open, a live-current sparked combat scythe flipping from its subspace and locking into the place. Then he twisted up and jammed the razor edge of blade into the gap of armor at Megatron’s wrist rotor and forearm directly into the hydraulic lines and put enough voltage into the warlord’s motor relays to suck his battery down to fifty but rather nicely turn the Decepticon’s plate-crushing grip to gel. Sides grip-broke him, curled up and kicked back against his opponent, launching free less then forty meters from the ground. His jetpack ignited again, corrected, flared trying to rocket him up against the momenteum of gravity but… too late.

CRASH! Sides hit the ground, hard, skidding, rolling his jet pack immediately cutting out as he rammed and slammed to a stop on his belly at the end of twenty meter path of ripped tundra. Frame aching, error code jamming his HUD... Fraggit. That’s gonna hurt in the… no actually. It hurts right now. Daze blue optics flickered up as he struggled to push himself upright, overdrive killing the pain to keep him going. Megatron. Where was....?

Last Edit: Mar 3, 2012 17:27:31 GMT -5 by Deleted

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Ep0.5 – “All Good Things” – Closed Mar 3, 2012 18:59:40 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2012 18:59:40 GMT -5

Megatron had controlled the last of his descent, thrusters slowing his fall so that by the time his pedes crushed the churned-up ice flat, most of the feeling and use had come back into his hand. Strength was slower to return, taking time to bypss the electrical charring that adept strike had inflicted.

No matter. He had another hand.

Not giving time for Sideswipe to get onto his hands and knees fully, Megatron leaped the short distance to land with pedes either side of the red mech. Using his damaged fist as blunt brace between the mech's shoulders, he slammed his talon's into Sideswipe's right gauntlet and wrenched the limb straight back and up. Metal peeled apart in gouges, and he felt the vibration of the socket breaking as keenly as he heard it.

"I'm curious - how long have you and your traitorous brother been hiding on this rock?"

It was minor against what he was going to do. Toying. Playful. Leaving the illusion of hope.

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Ep0.5 – “All Good Things” – Closed Mar 3, 2012 23:49:56 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2012 23:49:56 GMT -5

Sideswipe’s scream was short, brutal and loud. The sound of his own rotor cuff cracking inside the socket was familiar to the ex-gladiator and full-time commando as his favorite drinking song. The feel: that molten burst of pain data jagging up from his arm through his brain. Crippled him for an astro-kilk, his vocoder retching, glitching with a static jolt of agony. The shock-tech and voltage lines to his right combat scythe went dead instantly and reams of error code slammed his HUD: VOLT-TECH OFFLINE: Error code TR-2345435422, RIGHT LATERAL HYDRAULIC DAMAGE: 84.453234%, RIGHT LATERAL TRANSFORMATION NODE OFFLINE: Error code MD- 5671033…

Megatron shoved him down and pulled his arm back and up. Sideswipe collapsed, fingers clawing the ground, agony a sick twist through his whole body. Still though, choking, half-mad with the pain Sideswipe managed to grit out, “Three deca-cycles. Killed a pack of Cons and took their cruiser for a thirty-year joyride.” Megatron jammed his arm up to the middle of his dorsal column and Sideswipe howled, forcing hysteric laughter. “Primus! Ugh…oh mech, you still mad about the side-switch? Sorry,” he panted, feeling bits of his arm grind inside his shoulder, “but red optics clashed with Streaker’s paint job.”

Sideswipe firewalled, sub-routed, and blocked out the damage. Then he brought his other scythe online and slashed at the back of Megatron’s leg, at the gap between his calf and thigh guard, cutting deep, hitting a coolant line. That won’t stop him. Just distract. Sideswipe activated his jet mod for a split second. The turbine ripped him out of Megatron’s grip. He felt his arm shred inside, but hold. Then he tumbled, rolled, flipped to his feet with his left arm as an ion cannon and opened fire. He came at the Con so fast, he put the volley almost directly into Megatron’s face, not retreating now, but attacking, looking to blind.

Last Edit: Mar 3, 2012 23:59:09 GMT -5 by Deleted

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Ep0.5 – “All Good Things” – Closed Mar 5, 2012 15:39:55 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2012 15:39:55 GMT -5

Megatron ducked out of the worst of it, took the ion blasts to shoulders and chassis as ran at the red mech. They struck with impacts as solid and ringing as physical blows, but Sideswipe had nothing on Optimus's canons, with which he'd long developed a tolerance so long as they didn't hit joints. Coolant slid in thick ropes down his calf guard, throbbing with pain after every slam of his pede into the ground.

Both charging full-tilt, it was only seconds before their fields met in a rush of heat and malice. Megatron, more experienced from since before Sideswipe came into the Arenas with his brother, angled at the last second and swung his fist with full force into the mech's central seam. The punch lifted Sideswipe doubled into the air, carried high on the warlord's bent claws. With his other hand, Megatron grabbed the younger mech by the helm and flung him with the full whipping force of his long arm.

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Ep0.5 – “All Good Things” – Closed Mar 5, 2012 16:30:24 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2012 16:30:24 GMT -5

Sideswipe’s sensor net crashed him with warnings. Ignore. His neck column was wrenched violently when Megatron grabbed his helm – Great big asshole motherfucker… – and threw him. Sideswipe’s caught the mechs' wrist, his left arm scythe hooking brutally into the warlord’s arm gauntlet. He hurled Sideswipe, but tore plating from his arm in doing so, a raw jolt of voltage jumping from the blade as Sideswipe hurled through the air. His jet pack ignited, caught his fall and flipped him, cutting out, dropping the red mech on his pedes like some kind of grav-resistant cyber cat.

In his helm he activated a combat audio subroutine. Sides’ right arm was barely functional. He could hear it grinding so rerouted his audio with his loudest fight song playlist he had and a frisson of tech-rock immediately blasted his finials with music, killing his audios to kill his panic back to his usual battle-amp. He was hurt. Big deal. He was always hurt in a fight. Fight or die like usual. Just move. Just move.

Sideswipe ignored the denting to his plates and attacked again, snapping forward so fast he blurred, zig-zagged, feinted hard, then activated his jet mod, flipping the opposite direction and lunching a vicious spin kick at the warlord’s head. Blocked. He kick flipped off, landed back on his feet attacked again. Twisted, side-stepped, deflected shot at his face. His arm reformatted and he opened fire with his ion cannon, snapped right, ducked a kill shot punch at his head, fired directly at the warlord’s mid riff, hoping close range could put a dent in the fragger’s heavy armor.

Last Edit: Mar 5, 2012 16:33:38 GMT -5 by Deleted

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Ep0.5 – “All Good Things” – Closed Mar 5, 2012 17:10:16 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2012 17:10:16 GMT -5

Sideswipe's acrobatics were fast, energetic and impressive - intended to overwhelm with distractions and flash whilst another mech delivered the damage. The Twin was half of a whole in spark and in form, as reliant upon one another in combat as they were in life. Megatron had seen it end a series of powerful opponents in the Arena who simply weren't prepared for such harmonised assaults. Had sparred with it far too often to be distracted by the flash, especially when it came without the bang.

He stepped into the blast, clenched his armour against the stabbing jolts that singed his protoform in a perfect ouline of his plates, and grabbed the cannon by the searing-hot barrel. His fist snapped out before he'd finished the pull, cracking Sideswipe's helm to the side and then following through with a downward strike.

Then he left the other mech to stagger back, rolling his fist to crack the tense lines back into allignment. "You're sorely lacking for Sunstreaker right not - not compensating in form or approach. No wonder you have to run as a pair - you're useless without the other."

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Ep0.5 – “All Good Things” – Closed Mar 6, 2012 11:15:27 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2012 11:15:27 GMT -5

“Eat me, bucket-head.”

Sideswipe was seeing double, his HUD scored with static as he struggled to regain equilibrium after the strike to the helm. His systems were tough though and he shook off what would have been a disabling blow, refocusing, his aggro-tec systems cycling up. Error messages from his gun arm… nope still functional. Sideswipe firewalled the pain and backed away, circling the warlord, five hundred trajectories for attack flashing through his processor. If his arm wasn’t broken he could multitask but… if wishes were fishes and all that. Sideswipe opened fire again, ion shots pelting Megatron’s shoulders and helm before he attacked again.

Sideswipe didn’t slow down. The other blows not enough to knock the gladiator off his game. The broken arm already had him off kilter and there was no getting around it. Sideswipe’s good arm snapped back into root mode, electricity crackling along the length of the battle scythe before he cut at the warlord again, ducking a shot at his chest, then activating his jet mod close range and ramming the bigger mech in the chest, knocking him back.

Attack again. Sideswipe slashed Megatron’s abdominal plates, charge arcing in blue bolts from his weapon as he scored glancing and more than glancing blows. Shunting the scythe forward on his forearm into more of a short blade, he took a glancing blow to his shoulder and swung back, driving the point at the warlord’s center seam, looking to put a couple thousand volts into the mech’s spark.

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Ep0.5 – “All Good Things” – Closed Mar 9, 2012 8:47:56 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2012 8:47:56 GMT -5

Megatron caught the charging arm in one massive hand, locking his claws as he dropped his shoulder forward to roll them both, smashing much of his weight into Sideswipe's chassis. Amour buckled beneath the sharp planes of his own in the movement, and he surged back onto his pedes with the smaller mech's helm in his fist. He held him aloft, driving his fist into a sideseam to crush it before simply tearing the wrecked plate side.

His talons tore through hydraulics, energon and coolant lines, transformation parts and more than enough neural lines to make Sideswipe howl in a single swipe. Throwing the red mech hard enough and at such an angle that he would bounce, Megatron flicked his talons across his mouth as he began to advance once more.

"You know, Sideswipe, perhaps I just might. I imagine a twin's spark has a buzz to it." The threat wasn't as much in jest as it would have been several weeks ago. Megatron had not crossed that line, but thrown at him like this, and with his spark aching with absence... Tempting.

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Ep0.5 – “All Good Things” – Closed Mar 9, 2012 19:43:19 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2012 19:43:19 GMT -5

“GET SMELTED!”

Sideswipe shoved himself to his pedes, shaking off the damage code and error messages assaulting his HUD, staggering slightly and he never staggered. A fission of fear shot through his spark, crackling down the link into aether that led to his brother, humming hard, conducting down his back strut straight into his sensor net. His armor was dented, his volt-tech was offline, his grounder plates cracked in Megatron’s grab and roll, making it too dangerous to use the rest of his reserves. Megatron’s sick EM field, warped with brutality, so intense it was almost lust, Sideswipe suspected the mech needed this. He needed to rip him limb from limb, gut him for his neural circuitry, snuff him screaming.

“You’re fraggin’ crazy!” Sideswipe snarled, tasting coolant, slick on his glossa. “Said merge work strips like no other? SO FUCK YOU!”

And that was when Sunstreaker dropped out of the groundbridge vortex directly behind the warlord. He hit the bigger mech running, super-heated titanium blade driving with deadly precision for the mech’s backstrut, blue optics ingited over-drive white, his EMF a black, murderous, warp of rage as he drove a left-handed kill strike at Megatron’s back strut. He didn’t, however, despite the extreme, homicidal heat in his energy, make a damn sound.

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Ep0.5 – “All Good Things” – Closed Mar 11, 2012 16:07:15 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2012 16:07:15 GMT -5

The blade was so hot as to distort the air, and it was the scorching heat as much as the penetrating strike that Megatron felt after twisting just enough to throw the angle off. It skated across the thick armour of his backstrut, tore open a seam, and then was back again like a spike being driven into a cliff face. Megatron snarled when another blade sank into his shoulder, withdrew, stabbed back into his side with devestating accuracy, and he couldn't get at Sunstreaker to stop him. The one major disadvantage of being a massive frame: getting climbed on from behind.

Sideswipe was peppering him again with the ion cannon, but his Twin was the greater threat in this moment by far. A partial transformation tore away all of Sunstreaker's holds, forcing him to drop away lest he loose a limb in the shunts. Megatron didn't let his pedes hit the ground, spinning low and fast to catch the yellow mech, his talons going immediately for a wheelarch. A thrust, twist and tear later, the Decepticon had the Twin's energon mingled on his form and Sunstreaker couldn't transform.

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Ep0.5 – “All Good Things” – Closed Mar 12, 2012 12:41:18 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2012 12:41:18 GMT -5

Sunstreaker snarled as he was thrown off the warlord’s back, took the hit, felt his mesh tear, hydraulic lines cutting and he hit the ground rolling, coming instantly back to his feet with Sideswipe at his side, their spark-link thrown wide, their field distorted into an electromagnetic singularity, two sets of blitzed-white optics flaring in sync as they took off. Sunstreaker came at the warlord head on, attacking with devastating sweep, Sideswipe taking and halving some of his sensory data, deadening the pain from the damaged wheel arch but doing nothing about his homicidal rage had his fragging paint job getting thrashed Primus-dammit!

“Oi! Over here, buckethead!”

Sideswipe had ditched his ion cannon for his sniper rifle. High-caliber, deadly accurate sniper-fire at close range, putting bolts designed for far longer distance into the warlord’s shoulders, aiming for his head, aiming to keep him distracted while his brother tried to gut him for his main fuel-lines.

The Twins didn’t talk. Not in comm or aloud. Sunstreaker was too focused on his task to talk and Sideswipe’s processor was taken up entirely by the targeting algorithms and hydraulic reroutes it was taking to keep accurate with only one good arm. It was killing his shoulder guard but he didn’t care. Sunstreaker needed every distraction Sides could give him and the moment he saw an opening Side sub-spaced his rifle, launched his jet mod and leapt into the air, combat blade springing from his good arm and together the Twins attacked Megatron from all sides.

Last Edit: Mar 12, 2012 12:45:27 GMT -5 by Deleted

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Ep0.5 – “All Good Things” – Closed Mar 21, 2012 9:35:11 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2012 9:35:11 GMT -5

Basic combat technique: when attacking a mechanism significantly larger than yourself, attack from both sides simultaneously. It forces them to take damage, and often it keeps you outside of their ring of most effectiveness. Inside grabbing range, but so close as to force awkward angles. In the Arenas, the Twins had perfected this technique, knowing beyond instinct where their other would be so that their attacks went beyond synchronised. They fought as an extension of the other, perfect and terrible.

Megatron had taken part in perfecting their style, training with and against them so many times that it was pointless to count. He knew their rhythms, their tendancies - that Sunstreaker was the main wrecker. That he'd put on extra force when his brother was fighting hurt. That he'd stay close whilst jumping a sweeping arc kick whilst Sideswipe dodged back. That he'd land on his left pede first with his arms raised just like that.

Sideswipe's last attack, a battering charge in jet mode, had sunk a blade clean through his armour at his abdomen and caused enough damage to really hurt. The stagger didn't throw his aim, however, and Megatron had cracked down on Sunstreaker's dorsal couplings with the full weight of the still-unfired cannon and all the strength of his sword arm.

He followed the yellow body down and slammed his knee into the curve of the mech's back, taking reprieve from the numerous injuries screaming at him to stay still for just a klik to perform damage control. Clenching his fingers together into a thick blade, Megatron punched clean through Sunstreaker's side and into the ground. Felt the T-cog slide to one side, lines burst and wrench apart. It was impossible to be impressed that Sunstreaker didn't go into stasis right then.

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Ep0.5 – “All Good Things” – Closed Mar 21, 2012 16:39:15 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2012 16:39:15 GMT -5

“NO!” Sideswipe felt Sunstreaker take the hit before he saw it, the burst of panic and that ghostly molten surge and pain the shot from his spark to the neural circuitry just east of his T-cog and he firewalled it hard. He overrode his volt-tech and with a burst of agony and the smell of fused alloy and ozone, Sideswipe put a dose of live current directly into the warlord’s neural circuitry.

VOLT-TECH OFFLINE: Error code TR-2345435422, WARNING: 45.256% damage to hydraulic systems. 34.345% damage to right lateral neural feeds. 23.567% damage to optical receptors … Sideswipe killed the error feeds in favor of rerouting power to his lower body and putting a 1000 pound straight kick into Megatron’s right side seam, compounding the blade damage and knocking the mech off his brother.

Sideswipe was with Sunstreaker immediately grabbing his shoulder, rolling him onto his back, his other hand trying to stopper the massive gush of energon and transfluid from a sparking wound in his brother’s lower back. He gripped the side of Sunny’s helm, trying to make him look at him, to focus to just… “Sunstreaker, c’mon. C’mon, don’t…” Blue optics flickered badly, the 1000 watt blue of them dimming fast and going dark. He knew he should move. He had to move. He had to go to get up to get them out of… Sides dropped his forehead to his twin’s, like that would do something, anything, and spoke codetalk in desperation.

‘Sunny… we’ve gotta go…’

Last Edit: Mar 21, 2012 16:40:28 GMT -5 by Deleted