OOC: That’s cause I thought they were already fully asleep.
IC: Song jumped back.
“Then finish the slagged process already!”
Blight stumbled out of the way, causing her to just graze him. He then dashed forward, striking his foot towards her knee.[quote=“meepinater, post:5941, topic:49995”]
“d-d-d-do what?” Spectrum asked.
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Pixel shrugged and began tapping his feet on the table.
OOC: It took me forever to find this reply again
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Delta would took off in the air, before throwing herself with all of her weight at Blight.
Now fully conscious, Hun-Gurr writhes as it claws at its restraints, ripping out a tangle of pumps feeding energon into its body. A dull alarm chimes urgently as Hun-Gurr tears its other arm free, and with a mighty roar it throws itself off the operating table, falling onto the floor.
“Specimen Five is loose!” a surgeon screams the obvious, deploying a blaster from his wrist. The others begin to follow suit. Hun-Gurr rises shakily to its feet, hunched over and leaking energon from several open wounds, which its internal mechanisms were quickly working to mend.
Blight is knocked back, rolling a few times before hazily getting back up. His slow movements could give Delta another chance to attack.
Song stepped back, not sure what to do.
She wastes no time and goes for another punch in the face.
Panels on Hun-Gurr’s body flap open and its limbs twist as the predacon tries to transform to beast mode, but its body was in no condition to acquiesce to its demands. The creature howls in pain as its limbs snap back into position, and it lowers its gaze to glare with primal fury at Wildsong and the other scientists.
One New Decepticon fires a shot from a stasis pistol, spelling his own doom as the round harmlessly strikes Hun-Gurr’s shoulder. The predacon growls before charging at the bot, its feet thundering against the floor as it siezes the scientist in his right hand and throws him into another console.
@ProfSrlojohn The door to the Antillian Sunrise slides open, and the broad-shouldered, black-armored form of Halfrunner limps into the pub, looking far much better than when our heroes had seen him last. Several regulars greet the antillian warmly, and he responds in kind.
Song turns in her robot mode as she tries to get Hun-Grrr by his shoulders with her clawed arms.
Hun-Gurr whips around and swings a wild punch at Song with his right fist as she approaches it. The predacon’s left arm hangs limp at its side, emitting bursts of sparks as the internal repair systems labor to mend the limb.
Song is hit, but she quickly turns around as she tries to fully break Hun-Grrr’s left arm off.
Spectrum looked to the nearest viewport and pointed.
“L-o-ook!”
Hun-Gurr staggers to the side, narrowly evading the attack before screaming at Wildsong again.
Song’s situation was about worsen still, for the console Hun-Gurr had wrecked was connected to the mechanism keeping Specimen Four, AKA Windrazor, in stasis lock. The vermillion predacon unfurls its bladed wings, slicing through the metal bands holding it down as it lets out a loud, high-pitched shriek.
OOC: Who?
IC: “Slag… Of, slag!” Song said as she tries once more time to repeat her attack at Hun-Grrr in hoped of neutralising him before getting to her new foe.
OOC: Prime’s version of Cutthroat.
IC:
Hun-Gurr pivots at the waist, shielding its left arm as the beast grabs at Wildsong with his right hand.
There is a rush of air as Windrazor leaps off its operating table, siezing another scientist in its talons and taking flight. By now, Wildsong’s assistants were falling back, calling for more heavily-armed reinforcements to subdue the rampant predacons.
OOC: Ah.
IC:
Song open her wings and tried to take off, before letting herself fall on top of Hun-Gurr.
“Try to turn the other three asleep! The last thing we need are three more Predacons rampaging on us!” she yelled to whoever willing to listen.
Zepar nods and leads Venture out of the room, double checking that the security measures of the room were active and running as they did, and began leading her to Thrift’s place to see if the Junkion could help outfit her with some equipment for the upcoming mission.
Hun-Gurr remains standing as Wildsong lands atop it. The beast growls as it grabs hold of the Autobot and tries to throw her across the operating theatre.
Brainpan runs over to the other predacons, ensuring that they remained in stasis as Windrazor careened through the laboratory, smashing through workstations and decapitating unlucky New Decepticons with its wings.
Thrift was in hangar Thirty, preparing his ship for departure. The junkion planned to explore the new world along with our heroes.
“So that’s your eccentric friend,” Venture notes as she lays eyes on the triple-changer’s grimey red armor, as Thrift strode about the refueling pad.
“Yup.” Zepar said. “He’s fun to be around but he can be a bit confusing with his frequent referencing of Earth, or Terran, culture.” He warned as he approached the Junkion.
Thrift whips around as he hears Zepar and Venture approach.
“Ah, Zepar!” he warmly exclaims. “Nice seeing you again. And you’ve brought a friend!”
“A pleasure,” Venture says. “Grimmwing’s talked about you.”
Thrift winces.
“Ooo… he still sore about that card game?” he asks hesitantly.
Zepar steps back a bit to let them chat.