Transformers: Tournament of Terror. RP Topic

“Oh, hi boys” she said, clearly familiar with them. “Yeah, I’m not really sure any of us have a place to go. I know I don’t.” She said the last line wih a note of somberness.

“I don’t need to get back to Cybertron,” Backbreaker weighs in. “Just anywhere but here.”

Beep. Ba-ba-beep-boop,” Oddball concurs, nodding his head.

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Maximus was thinking over everything while the others talked and bickered.

“What if we made our own place?”
Maximus spoke up.

“I beg your pardon?”
Demolishor replied.

“Look, I’m a pirate by trade. As you could imagine I’m not exactly popular around our homeworld. We could go out, find a nice unpopulated planet, and make our own home!”
Maximus said confidently.

“But how are we supposed to get a ship? Or keep them from following us? Or even find a planet!”

“Sounds like you were wrong,” Machbreaker says, as he sticks his head out the entrance to watch. “That first one is the hostile one!”

“He’s resolute, I’ll give him that,” Railgun gives a smirk after Maximus tells the Vex to bugger off. “My kind of bot.”

Though after challenging the champion, that smirk fades and goes stone faced. Sure, plenty of newcomers are outraged hotheads, but not nearly as much since the squishies started coming. This was madness.

“R-I-P.” Machbreaker quickly says, trying to break Railgun out of his stasis. “So long, good bye!”

The sled-bot ducks back inside and Tie-Grabber walks out, stands next to Railgun. He looks over the volunteered corpse, seeing what parts could be of value, if any survive decently enough.

“What do you make of it? Think they’ll give us a break tonight?” Tie-Grabber asks. “Could be a good chance to grab more scrap.”

After seconds of silence, all Railgun can matter to mutter is, “…He’s crazy.”

“Like any of us were configured to be anything else. What of it?” Tie-Grabber shrugs. “Besides,” he says as they listen to the talk of revolution. “if he manages it, use it to our advantage. Otherwise, we live another day.”

“…Maybe.” Was Railgun’s solemn answer as he walked off, leaving Tie-Grabber a bit confused.

He comes over and addresses Oddball, “What do you think of all this?” Though to everyone else, it was more a “Chrink chrink blurp blrik?” Arms stretched out, motioning around the room, primarily towards Maximus.

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“We could use mine.”
Maximus said.

“And what if he destroyed it?”
Axis shot back.

“He didn’t.”
Hotshot replied.
“Iota isn’t the kind to throw away a perfectly good trophies. He sees us as collectables. Our transports included.”

“Great! So then we find where he keeps them, get my ship back, and bust out of here.”

“And what about being followed?”
Demolishor pushed back.

“We fight them until they leave us alone.”

Oddball takes a seat beside Railgun.

Zap-dap. beep-beep-woop?” he says, gesticulating with his hands.

"The Predacon’s gonna get his aft kicked. Should we tell him what he’s up against?

“Kid, you think we haven’t tried that a thousand times before?” Backbreaker points out to Maximus.

“You’re not the first one to try and lead a great uprising; hell, Hot Shot here’s practically the patron saint of those.”

“I… I ah… I don’t think that will work.” Juliana stuttered.

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“Chrink blurk blonk.” He points his cannon arm and makes mocking motions of firing the weapon.

“If he listens, would give him a fighting chance.”

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Oddball nods, then looks forward as he considers another possibility.

Zip-doo-do-trill-dee.

“Seeing him get tossed around like a purple metal rag doll would be kinda fun though…”

Just then an alarm rang through the intercoms. A sound the prisoners should be extremely familiar with.

“Well I whatever happens, it starts here. It’s time you see what you’re dealing with.”
Demolishor said dismissively.

“Don’t mind him. I believe in you. Go out there in kick his aft… Uh… What’s your name?”
Hotshot asked.

“Oh. It’s Maximus.”

A door opened, and two Vex guards came to escort Maximus to the arena. Meanwhile there was a hallway the others to go down, which lead to an open viewing room, with a rectangular hole that gave a front row ground level view of the action.

“Oh, well, good luck!” Juliana said cheerily, before jogging down the hallway to the arena.

Maximus looked to Axis, who had a nervous look on her face.

“Look, I’ll be fine.”

“Just… Don’t get yourself killed.”

Maximus followed the guards to the arena entrance. A large and grand door opened, revealing the massive colosseum. Rows upon rose holding thousands of spectators. Four massive monitors on each side to give everyone a good look at the fight. And a dome like wire cage over the top of the pit, to prevent any fliers from trying to make a break for it.

Backbreaker enters colosseum arena and takes a seat high above the arena, waiting for the fight to start.

“Poor kid,” he quietly laments. “Somebody shoulda told him…”

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Railgun watches at Maximus goes to his doom.

“Blurk blurk.”

“Looks like ragdoll it is.”

He heads off to watch the fight, Tie-Grabber and Machbreaker come out and join him to see what happens.

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OOC: The prisoners have their own viewing center. A room built into the wall, with a ground level view.

IC: Maximus walked out. The bright sun above him blinding him for a moment.

The monitors came to life, each one displaying the same glass faced glitch head from before.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you to this most momentous of occasions! A predacon all the way from Cybertron, our newest recruit, has personally challenged our beloved champion.

The crowed began to boo and jeer, which Maximus easily ignored. Instead he picked up a small rock off the ground and hurled it at the cage above, surprised to see it electrified. It fell back to the ground, black and smoking. Good to know.

Axis watched from the viewing room.
“Please don’t get yourself killed, please don’t get yourself killed.”
She repeated aloud. Clearly very worried.

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“Hey,” Juliana said, putting a hand on Axis’ shoulder. “He’ll be fine. They won’t let their newest toy die on the first day.”

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OOC: sorry, my bad.

IC:

Backbreaker looks dejectedly out upon the arena, hoping that Iota’s champion was feeling unusually merciful today.

Oddball follows the three.

Blip-zappa-boop-boop. Wada-fwoo-bleep,” he chirps.

“I wish we had some popcorn. I could almost accept being a warrior-slave if we at least got some snacks.”

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“I hope so.”
Axis said quietly.


“And now, little predacon, meet your challenger. People of planet Iota! Rejoice for your beloved champion!”

The monitors switched from Iota to a view of the door opposite to Maximus. A massive dent slammed in from the other side. Then another. And another. A hand forced it’s way passed the side and ripped the hunk of metal clean off it’s hinges, kicking up a large cloud of dust.

Maximus paced back a couple steps and began to feel nervous. As if he only just now realized what position he was in. From the dust emerged a tall and bulky bruiser, with an unmistakable grey and gold color scheme. Red optics glowed, surrounded by a black helmet.

Maximus recognized the individual instantly. One of the most prolific and notorious autobots in Cybertron’s history. Known for his brutal battle tactics and lack of mercy to his enemies. Maximus’ spark ran cold as he discovered just who he was facing.

Grimlock. King of the Dinobot.

Axis stood in stunned silence as she saw the challenger. Even at his diminished height he stood well above Maximus. Quickly he charged at the predacon, ready for battle.

Maximus reached behind him and pulled out his collapsible halberd. The long poke axe his only proper weapon. He side stepped, narrowly avoiding the towering autobot’s charge. His mind raced as he desperately tried to think of what to do…

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OOC: ooh… tough draw mate.

“Use his strength against him!!” Juliana cried from the stands.

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