<Decepticon> Deathsaurus says, "<faint crackle of
static as though there's some geomagnetic
interference> Decepticons, the appointed time has
come. Cyclonus, bring your charges to the location I
have selected (a subliminal databurst giving
coordinates: Northwestern America, Oregon Mountains,
Volcanic Crater). You may ride in the dropship with
the others, or fly of your own accord. I expect all
Decepticons to converge on my location shortly."
Deathsaurus waits quietly in the center of the crater
far below, his attention on the sky as the first
Decepticons arrive.
Cyclonus lands and looks around. He glances at
Chopshop and nods appreciably. He turns and moves
towards Deathsaurus. Nodding once to the appearent
supreme commander of the Decepticon forces in this area.
"The Insecticons are on thier way."
Chopshop lands on the ground and walks across the
ground in a semi-destrubing looking fashion that many
insects seem to employ. He looks up at Deathsaurus in
the distance and movies with Cyclonus towards him, no
visable emotions on his face.
Deathsaurus glances toward Chopshop, evaluating him with
an imperious sweep of the optics, then nods to
Cyclonus. "Good."
Chopshop gives a look at Cyclonus, that could be
interpeted as a questioning look, if one knew the
mannerisms of the insecticons in their insect modes.
He still have very little clue of what is happening,
although he doens't seem to want to protray this to
others
Vampire Monster alights in the shadows of the crater
rim, crouching gargoyle like to survey the scene
Cyclonus looks to Chopshop while he gestures to those
around him. "These are the Decepticon forces thus far.
Since your recent...revival Deathsaurus our current
leader wishes to have you swaer fealty to him."
Anyone who knows Cyc well can tell that he is doing
this dog and pony show with a certain amount of
reluctance.
Deathsaurus simply stands quietly, his arms folded
across his chest and his wings folded back, his
expression neutral and watchful as he mentally checks
off the arrivals as they appear.
Chopshop stands at attention, looking Deathsaurus over
with his optics. He waits for Cyclonus to give more
direction to the way this meeting should go
Barrage is fully aware of Cyclonus' thoughts in the
matter, and is perfectly willing to go along just as
a proper soldier should.
Deathsaurus watches calmly, immobile, as the dropship
touches down. The last rays of the sunset paint the
upper rim of the crater a fiery red, fiery like the
Decepticon commander's optics, like the superheated
magma that pulses at the edges of this chosen arena.
Hellbat drops from the ship and stands cautiously for
a moment, peering at the others...he jumps straight
up, dropping down to land just behjind the other
Breastforce troops.
Cyclonus strides towards Deathsaurus, motioning for the
other Insecticons to follow siut behind him. His step
is firm crisp, powerful almost angry as he moves
forward.
Deathsaurus tilts his head very slightly, almost an
inquiry, as he watches Cyclonus approach, but
otherwise makes no move, says no word. He is
seemingly biding his time, counting the moments on
some chronometer of his own.
Chopshop follows carfully, standing erect and as
noble as he can. Although his face remains immobile,
his optics scan the area. Always searching for
something...anything
Barrage follows Cyclonus, shoulders back and optics
burning malevolently... he doesn't like much of
anyone, and it shows.
Cyclonus walks up to Desz, but maintains a
respectable distance. He nods his head to one who is
command. "The Insecticons have arrived. What are your
orders." His tone is hard, cold and yet kept at
respectful tones. His optics on the other hands
search Desz's face for something...
Metro-Bomb parks his ship on the edge of the crater
and clambers down the slope to the assembly area
Deathsaurus looks around, then, and his gaze lingers for
a moment on each of the individuals gathered. "Is
this all of my vaunted warriors who could tear
themselves away from their duties for this occasion?"
he muses, seeming thoughtful for a moment, before re-
focusing on the matter at hand. "So be it.
Cyclonus..."
Vampire Monster waits till the last rays of sun have
gone, then steps from the shelter of the crater rim,
striding down to the others.
Nightbird watches the exchange without expression,
absently rolling a shuriken back and forth over the
back of her hand.
Deathsaurus says, "You, as the creator of these Insecticons,
should be the one to introduce them to us. If they
are to be new members of our army, they must be
recognized as such."
Cyclonus nods once and performs a military about
face. He steps back one step and gestures proudly
twards the gathered Insecticons. These are the new
forces that have been added to the empire. "Barrage!"
He gestures to Barrage. "Warrior and gunner he makes
an excellent soldier..."
Barrage steps forward, and bows low to Deathsaurus, "I
am also highly skilled in weapon creation."
Cyclonus gestures next twards Chopshop, "Chopshop,
materials aquisition. If you need something he is the
Insecticon to call upon!"
Chopshop nods to Deathsaurus "you are...differant than
the Commanders I rember. But i see a fire in you that
serves our empire well
Metro-Bomb folds his arms and watches, trying to look
tough despite being only knee high to the next
shortest
Deathsaurus watches quietly, seeming to evaluate the
Insecticons as Cyclonus introduces them. It's truly
impossible to tell whether his gaze is approving, or
disapproving, or something else entirely, but it is
clear he's paying very close attention.
Vampire Monster stands on the perifery of the
gathering, watching the insecticons intently
Cyclonus turns to look at Ransack, "Ransack, another powerful soldier who
is welcome amongst the ranks of the Insecticons."
This large robot form stands tall and proudly
displays the badge of the Autobots on his chest
on white back ground. The rest of his chest is dark
blue and seems capable of strength and speed. His
white arms end in grey fists. On his left arm is a
large red shield that extends above and bellow his
arm. His white upper legs end in red, armoured lower
legs and feet, again they seem capable of strength
and speed. His face is white and humanoid, with deep
blue optics that have an almost unnerving depth to
them. His face is surrounded by a dark blue helm that
matches his chest in colour. This is the form of the
Autobot Leader, Sabre, and you know that the
Star Rocket can not be far away...
Sabre Brain peeks in from the outer rim of the
mountain, his small form nearly invisible to the
naked eye.
Ransack steps foward proudly. Dipping his head once,
saying nothing. he steps back..his steps full of
power and malice.
Chopshop watches the other Insecticons make their
introduction with great interest, his face still
calm, poker like
Dotcom stands near the back of the insect crowd,
munching on a piece of metal, and awaiting her turn.
Dotcom:
A femme with red, white, and black markings.
Mayhem Thrall Troops arrives from the exterior rim of
the crater.
Cyclonus gestures lastly twards Dotcom in the back.
"Dotcom! communications and warrior, she provides
many needed services for our cause!"
Carnivac arrives from the exterior rim of the crater.
Carnivac pads out of the troops to take his place at
thier head, transforming as he comes
Cyclonus glances over at Carnivac but says nothing as
he watches the Insecticons with pride.
Dotcom hides the piece of metal, and steps forward,
bowing her head respectfully. o O(I don't trust all
these strangers...) But she doesn't make her distrust
known. She returns to her place.
Carnivac watches the insects get introduced with a
cold, hard smile. His optic visor reflects the ruddly
light from the lava pit, doing little to hide his
dislike of the newly revived unit
Cyclonus gestures one last time as if to show one
more but instead turns to stand infront of the
Insecticons, protectivly and fatherly. "Venom, my
Insecticon subcammander is guarding the base, and so
cannot be here. He will abide by the rules set down
here today as well." He then bows to Desz awaiting
his will. His arms are folded behind his back, his
figure like graven stone.
Deathsaurus's gaze flickers ever-so-briefly toward
Carnivac, then returns to the Insecticon group. He
nods, then, and says, "A well-performed
introduction." He takes a step forward, bringing
himself more clearly into the center of the
gathering, and continues, "I am sure they will be
worthy additions to our ranks. But before they pledge
their loyalty, they should know what they are
pledging to. They should be aware of who their
enemies are, and why we fight them." He looks around
the ruined ship, the darkness of night having
descended totally now, but the magma rim around their
staging ground giving off an eerie glow that outlines
Deathsaurus' wings, and the internal light from his
optics gleams steadily.
Cyclonus looks up at Desz but says nothing as he
awaits his will. Behind his back his fingers clench
into fists as he feels aprehensive about
something....
Nightbird shifts into a slightly different position,
as if eager to hear what Deathsaurus will say.
Dotcom notes Carnivac's glance out of the corner of
her optic. o O(Still sore because Mayhem needed our
help against the Autobots twice now I see...)
Barrage's own manner remains stiff, but he's curious,
listening carefully.
Carnivac would get mad at the complete lie but
luckily can't read minds
Deathsaurus moves into a search pattern, passing between
the assembled troops, scanning the metal litter of
the ground until he comes upon what he's looking for.
With a lightning-quick motion he rips a jagged piece
of metal from the ground, shearing it as though it
were tinfoil and holding aloft the remaining piece --
a crumpled, partially-shredded panel with the clear
stamp of a red Autobot symbol.
Hellbat looks up, watching his leader's display.
Deathsaurus says, "For those who don't know," he continues,
and he is clearly addressing the older warriors as
well as the new arrivals, "this site was once the
inhabited base of a respected Autobot commander.
One would assume that they respected their leaders,
at least, though there is nothing about them to
respect." He smiles coldly, then becomes intense and
serious again as he goes on, continuing to move
majestically back toward the center of the gathering,
to retain his warriors' attention.
Cyclonus watches Desz without moving his head, only
changing the angle of his optic sensor. His fists
unclench as he forces himself to relax.
Chopshop looks with interst, and curses for having
not noticed the red symbol before. He should have
noticed soemthing unusual, it being nessisary for his
craft. He keeps his optics on Deathsaurus, however,
trying to judge what will happen next.
Carnivac hears some muttered comments from his troops
about the Insecticons getting in thier way, stealing
from thier terretory... He glares round at them with
a silent snarl and they fall quiet.
Deathsaurus says, "I chose this place to be the site of
initiation for our new troops. Look around you. It is
destroyed, demolished, beyond all repair and use.
Just as we now stand in the ashes of our enemies, so
we will crush the remaining Autobots beneath us and
lay claim to the stars!"
Barrage has seen the symbol before, it seems to be
burned deep into his memory as a target of total and
utter hatred, darker and deeper then anything else he
feels.
Carnivac's attention is regained by Deathsaurus as he
strides back to the centre.
Chopshop wishes he knew where this was going
Nightbird's optics sparkle with emotion at Deathsaurus'
words, but what that emotion is is not clear.
Cyclonus's optics watch Deszauras, searching his face
for signs of something...
JauGar arrives from the exterior rim of the crater.
Dotcom already knew the Autobots were the enemy. So
what? But she doesn't voice her annoyance. She's not
too happy about being here instead of gathering
resources.
Deathsaurus lowers the symbol a bit, and his attention
re-centers on the Insecticons, and by extension on
Cyclonus. "But that does not tell our new arrivals
why we fight these hated beings. So I will explain.
And remember well what you hear this night, because
your lives, your future, your very freedom will
depend upon it."
Deathsaurus says, "Your choice in life is to conquor, or be
conquored. To rule, or be ruled. Should the
Autobots win this struggle, should they wish to
force their perverted worldview upon us, then you
will be slaves forever after, a disgrace to every
proud warrior who fell before you in order to give
you this chance at the future."
Cyclonus watches Desz, his face hardening as if to
hide what ever emotions are in turmoil inside him.
.oO(How can I trust this new commander. He sounds
like all the rest. Loud speaking, hard charging,
liking the sound of his own voice....)
Barrage listens quietly, and patiently.
Moonjet arrives from the exterior rim of the crater.
Deathsaurus says, "Never forget what they will do to you,
given the chance. What they will do to all of us, to
our destiny as rightful rulers. There is no mercy for
them, no forgiveness, no quarter. Turn you back on
them, and they will destroy you. Turn your back on
your comrades, and the Autobots will cut you down
individually. We stand together, and we will be
victorious. Again, look around you. Our enemies will
share this fate."
Dotcom o O(Does he ever shut up? This is a waste of
time to me... all talk and no action...)
Chopshop has heard the same in the faint memories of
a past life. He sences Cyclonus' feelings and nods to
himself, a subtle gesture. The only sign of his
current emotion is his right hand, which seesm to be
fidgiting.
Deathsaurus tosses the jagged metal piece with the
Autobot symbol into the air, and draws his cannon -
another almost impossibly lightning-quick motion -
and blasts it into atoms with a searing bright burst
of light that explodes over the heads of the
assembled.
Sabre Brain blinks his optics at the explosions . o O
(What meaningless propaganda )
Hellbat seems impressed tho and steps foward to
Deathsaurus side, raising his spear in the air, "Crush
the Autobots! Hail Lord Deathsaurus!"
Dotcom o O(Yes, we know you can blow stuff up, so can
anyone else... how boring.)
Deathsaurus turns and glares around at his troops as
faint glowing ash rains down gently around him. "And
never forget -- our cause is a united one. I will
give you victory, but I must rely on you to give
yourselves to me, with complete dedication. There is
no holding back. When the enemy lies destroyed at our
feet, the galaxy is ours for the taking."
JauGar creeps up unannounced and joins in around his
Decepticon comrades.
Carnivac folds his arms over his chest but hhmmms and
smiles at the mention of destructed enemies and
conquered galaxies, obviously liking the sound of
that.
Deathsaurus lowers his weapon, apparently done with his
current inspirational tirade, and says to the
Insecticons, a quiet demand, "Now. Declare yourselves
to me, your loyalty to the cause, and its leader."
Venom arrives from the exterior rim of the crater.
Hellbat hmmps as the lack of response to his
enthusiastic spear waving makes it looks even more
insencere. He steps back out of the way incase his
toadying anoys Deathsaurus.
Barrage steps forth and drops to one knee before
Deathsaurus, bowing his head, he bites out in his
clipped voice, "I pledge my undying fealty to the
cause and to you, Lord Deathsaurus-us..."
Chopshop looks to Deathsaurus and then back at Cyclonus.
Knowing what is needed here he steps forward and
kneels "I swear to the Decepticon cause, to the Empire
and to the leader of said cause". His voice is
perfect, his expression seamless, seemingly deeply
sincere.
Dotcom kneels with the others, and repeats the words,
trying to seem enthusiastic... "I swear my loyalty to
the Decepticons and the Decepticon cause, and their
leader."
Deathsaurus puts away his weapon and folds his arms and
regards them, as though weighing their nuances and
body language, the tone of their words more so than
the words themselves. A faint smile passes across his
face, more in response to his own internal musings
than the external events. He emphasizes, "And just
remember, I am the only leader who can offer you the
stars. Where others have failed to carry on
Megatron's legacy, I will succeed."
Hover Hover Hover lower and lower. Venom
switches his anti-grav unit off and slams against the
ground. He stands there arms crossed, and dome head
not allowing him to betray any signs of emotion.
Venom emits a thoughtful hmmm and finally emits,
"Apologies for missing the... get together -
together" he states just as the bugbots begin
swearing loyalty. The Insecticon leader emits a
grunt, "What is this - this?"
Nightbird glances over to Deathsaurus as he mentions
Megatron, then turns back to watch the Insecticons
again.
Barrage glances at Venom, "Brother-er... I thought
you were guarding the base-ase?"
Deathsaurus's fiery optics narrow slightly as he regards
the recently arriving Insecticon. "And you must be
Venom, of whom Cyclonus spoke so highly."
Chopshop looks to Venom "yes, brother. It is good to
see you"
Sabre Brain spins from his position at the top of the
Mountain quietly, then makes his way down it
Sabre Brain heads upward and out of the crater.
Dotcom nods to Venom...
JauGar looks over to brother Hellbat to get attention
and nods slyly flashing a corner of his visor as
opposed to a single eye wink.
Venom nods his head-dome thingy as he looks
towards the Insecticons, "I was - was" turning to
face Deathsaurus, "Yes, I am Venom - Venom" he waves a
gauntlet towards his Insecticon bethren and states,
"And now I repeat my question - question. What is
this -- this? My warriors are swearing loyalty to
whom - whom?"
Nightbird shakes her head slightly at this.
Deathsaurus flares his long wings out a little bit more
to the side, their edges outlined in the infernal
glow of the nearby magma. "To the leader of the
Decepticons," he says, his optics flashing a little
brighter. "To me."
Barrage says, "To Lord Deathsaurus, Venom. You were
informed-ed of this? I was-as..."
Chopshop says, "yes, we shall swear our fielty and
our talnets to the Lord Deathsaurus of the Decepticons, who
Cyclonus also follows loyally"
Dotcom twitches her head slightly... and steps
forward... "Pardon my interruption, but I have a
feeling the Autobots intend to crash this event.."
Deathsaurus regards Venom expectantly. "A shame that you
were left behind at the base, during so important an
occasion. The chance to join the warrior elite as a
fully recognized member--" he breaks off and looks
sharply toward Dotcom.
Barrage glances sharply at Dotcom, "Indeed-eed? Then
they shall be destroyed..." he gazes out around the
edge of the crater.
Dotcom says, "Their leader has radioed them to head
to unspecified coordinates... but I have a feeling
they are coming here..."
Chopshop says, "It would be their way, foolish
creatures. WE shall steal victory from their greedy
hands"
Deathsaurus growls softly, the wings snapping back
behind him to give him a more aerodynamic look as he
scans the area, aware that at the bottom of a crater
they're at a distinct tactical disadvantage.
Nightbird draws a sword from her backback, holding
two shuriken in the other hand. She scans the area
carefully, her optics glowing brightly.
Deathsaurus says, "What are those crawling miscreants doing,
close enough to have their transmissions intercepted?
To the sky, my warriors. We will not make ourselves a
target. If there are indeed Autobots lurking
nearby, we will bury them in this crater along with
their pathetic former leader's old base."
Barrage summons forth his Swarm as he leaps skyward
transforming... it will of course take them some time
to GET here...
Barrage assumes his large insect form.
Dotcom says, "Bah.. they speak on their main channel,
and have ordered radio silence since. They know we're
listening, but they're not bright enough to keep us
from knowing their plot."
Dotcom transforms into her larger Ladybug mode.
Nightbird makes her way toward the drop ship,
scanning the sky for Autobots.
Chopshop looks at Dotcom "let us take victory from
them then. If they are so foolish they shall deserve
the death we shall deal to them"
Metro-Bomb scrambles back uop the slope to his ship
Mecha-ladybug prepares for their arrival... "I would
imagine they will quickly fall... against such a
force as us."
Deathsaurus hovers upward from the ground, and
transforms in mid-air to his death dragon mode.
Deathsaurus transforms into Death Dragon.
Venom, who just seems to have just stood
there, looks to about to say a nice little speech,
cuts himself short when Dotcom makes it known that an
Autobot is in the area. He assumes his larger
Insect Mode, and activates his anti-grav unit as well
as his wings. He takes to the air and loads a stinger
missile, "For those Insecticons who have brought
their clones - clones. Scatter them and scan for the
Autobot or Autobots - Autobots"
The Insecticon Leader folds down into his Larger
Insect Alternate mode. Soon, the Buzzing flier hovers
there, obviously thinking of devious things.
Death Dragon calls, "Metro-Bomb, take the ground
troops up with the dropship. The rest of you, scatter
and search the area.
Nightbird heads upward and out of the crater.
Mecha-Beetle spreads his shell halves wide and his
racks of artillary shells rise up in tiers over him,
he continues to rise into the air.
You climb upward from the crater and descend
the rocky slopes of the rim.
Oregon Mountains
Running parallel to the coast in a north-
south direction, this ridge of mountains was pushed
up by the collision of the Pacific and North American
tectonic plates, many ages past. Once draped in dense
coniferous forest that thrived on the rocky soil,
cool climate, and high rainfall, the nuclear disaster
that devastated this region has left the mountain
chain almost barren, and reaching toward the sky like
a set of skeletal vertebrae. In what was once the
forested slope of the Oregon mountain range, only a
few patches of forest cling to the sheltered valleys,
but even these ancient trees seem more dead than
alive, their needles stunted and their branches
charred. What remains of the vegetation is seared off
abruptly halfway up the rim of a great volcanic
crater, the jagged edges crumbling in on themselves
and flanked by the solemn sentinels of other bare
mountains.
Contents:
Armored Shuttle
Laster
Blacker
Star Fighter
Volcanic Crater
Obvious exits:
Back <B> leads to Northwestern America.
Shuttle:
This space shuttle is, well, your typical space
shuttle... It has the typical fin setup: two large
white wings which extend from the back half, and a
tail fin sticking up from the rear as well. Blue
boosters sit atop each wing, and a red and blue
stripe outlines the tailfin. This shuttle also has a
cargobay and room for passengers (as long as they
aren't TOO big). The entire thing is streamlined,
from the black-tipped nosecone, to the rudder on the
rear, and everything is coated in heat-resistant
tiling, meant for rentry shielding.
Carrying:
Multiforce
Waver
Dash
Tacker
Tackle
Wing
Mecha-ladybug emerges from the rim of the crater.
Mecha-Beetle emerges from the rim of the crater.
Mecha-Wasp emerges from the rim of the crater.
Mecha-Beetle buzzes upwards from the crater, close on
the heels of Death Dragon!
Blue Dassault emerges from the rim of the crater.
Death Dragon rises from the volcanic rim like a
nightmare in motion, his fangs bared and his tail
lashing as he twists in the air and scans for the
nearest targets.
Black FAV emerges from the rim of the crater.
Star Fighter flies around the mountain, his ragtag
group gathering around his location
Black FAV heads for Northwestern America.
Black FAV has left.
Blacker glances over to Laster and pulls out his
sword."It appears the party is just beginning...." He
points his sword to into the air.
Multiforce has arrived.
Lambor has arrived.
Black FAV arrives from Northwestern America.
Multiforce spots the Decepticons flying out of the
crater, and quickly merges, cuz their player can't
handle 6 puppets today.
Laster slowly begins to grin as he pulls his sword
out of Subspace. He jogs over to Blacker and touches
swords with Blacker.
Multiforce shouts, "Gettai Landcross!" Wing forms the
upper torso, while Mach and Dash become the arms.
Waver forms the lower torso and thighs, as Tacker and
Tackle latch on to be the boots. Landcross's
breastplate appears out of subspace, and his head
emerges from his chest. Neato spotlights surround
him, and his name appears in katakana as he poses.
Then, he prepares to do battle.
Chopshop emerges from the rim of the crater.
ROADCEASER has arrived.
Chopshop buzzes around, sizing up the enemy forces
Blacker lets out cry."MERGE!"
<Decepticon> Death Dragon says, "Decepticons, it
seems the enemy has conveniently come to us.
Assemble and blow these wastes of scrapmetal out of
the sky!"
Like some Apoctolyptic thingamajig, A Huge, Meched
out Wasp bug thingy Hovers out of the crater. Legs
flailing, and stinger poised and ready, the
Insecticon leader, Venom, Makes his entrence, or
rather, exit out of the volcano. He points forward and
glances around with his antennae and his optics,
"Insecticons, converge on enemies and maul them -
them"
Chopshop says, "who shall we strike at first
brother?"
Mecha-ladybug um.... flies out and looks meanacing.
Yeah, that's it... :)
Death Dragon rises higher, in order to get a clear
overview of everyone flying around. While his scarlet
optics flicker from one nearby Autobot to the other
as though choosing a target, he as of yet holds back,
as though to see how his warriors will conduct
themselves.
Star Fighter flies down toward his troop, and
transforms as he nears them, "Autobots! Now is the
time to strike! TRANSFORM!" he rises up into robot
mode, landing on the ground. As he does this, he
seperates the sword hilt attached to his arm, and
wields it. A blade grows from it, which he holds out
professionally,
Star Sabre TRANSFORMS into his Super-Robot form
Blue Dassault follows the dragon, not seeming keen to
get involved on a personal level.
ROADCEASER grips his sword even tighter as he lets
out a chuckle."Looks like it is the time of
reckoning."
Landcross summons his own sword... "Lots of bugs to
swat..." he comments. "I can tell I'm going to need
to clean all of my windshields after this battle."
Death Dragon bares his mouthful of jagged fangs, his
optics blazing brighter with pure hatred as he takes
note of Star Sabre, but still he restrains himself
and remains hovering in the air.
Venom rises higher and higher into the air. Glancing
between the various approaching Autobots, "A Pity I
left my Clones at base - base" he states in an almost
monotone voice. He notes Landcross' statement and
just sits there in the air brooding, "Let them come
to me - me"
Lambor stances with a full (G2 Sideswipe comic style)
array of weapons and advances to where the action is.
Chopshop buzzes up and stays by Venom's side "We
shall fight together, brother. Let us destroy them as
we should"
Dotcom unfolds into her robot mode.
Dotcom flies up near her brothers, Ion Blaster
charging up with energy... "We'll see them flattened
before the day is done."
Star Sabre points his sword forward as he stands
infront of his group, "Autobots, meet the
Insecticons." He looks up to Deathsaurus, "We've been
introduced as the people that will kill them, and
take away there freedom, if allowed." he chuckles
slightly, "We can't disappoint them. Clense them from
this ancient landmark quickly"
Nightbird emerges from the rim of the crater.
Chopshop looks to Venom "He mocks us...."
Dotcom says, "So let us mock him back."
Death Dragon snarls, "My warriors will entomb you in
that relic, Star Saber!"
Nightbird comes over of the rim of the crater
silently, just enough to look at the scene before
her.
Venom says, "We will have alot of salvage by the time
this has finished - finished" He buzzes a bit,
allowing some corrosive acid appear along his
stinger's end and hovers, waiting for the Autobot's
to approach, "It does not matter -- matter. Prepare
for battle - battle"
ROADCEASER levels his sword at Dotcom."You shall be
made an example of! It will be a pleasure to remove
you from this place!"
Chopshop says, "mock...I want his head. It would be
sold as a great souvenir"
Dotcom says, "TEll me Roadceaser, are all your
components as hard up for a date as the one I met in
Sun City? Or does he just like to dress in drag?"
Lambor grips his G2 style sword and taps around it
with his fingers "Ahh likes me tha odds here.
ROADCEASER lets out a chuckle."You Decepticons do not
understand a joke...Oh well...Perhaps it is time to
show you one."
Death Dragon still remains in the air, never mind
that his every instinct is to dive for Star Saber's
throat ... this too is part of the Insecticons'
initiation, even though it was unplanned.
The Wasp snaps his head towards Roadceaser and
narrows his little buggy optics. He points a leg at
it and announces, "Insecticons, that will be our
first target - target. Converge and destroy -
destroy. It will make fine salvage - salvage!"