Transformers: Tournament of Terror. RP Topic

Maximus lifts the tail up quick, and uses the momentum he had charging forward to quickly spin around. Taking the moment the decepticon was momentarily incapacitated to lunge forward, and bite down hard on its leg.

“We do have a plan,” Backbreaker says. “Getting everybody we can involved is the first step.”

“And then?” He said with a raised eyebrow.

Thought not quite what he expected the dragon to do, Rectifier was always one quick on the draw. He fires a couple blasts, trying to strike the inside of Maximus’s mouth, but generally around his head and face would be good enough. Though as that might not be enough to stop Maximus, he grimaces in laughter of pain as the bite lands on one of his legs. Several of his levers and switches start moving and his eyes flash as they switch from red and green.

“OH!! So that’s how you want to play!” He shouts, hints of pain in his voice.

He resumes blasting from his brief pause, trying to give Maximus a face full of the stuff. Though while that may be the most concerning thing to the Predacon at the moment, various whistles and horns suddenly fill the room. Various simulated tracks appear, all coming to converge towards Maximus, vibrating as something unseen races along them.

Should any pay attention, Tie-Grabber is very confused by the sight of this. It seems he isn’t entirely sure what’s going on. Whatever it is, he didn’t program it in.

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Maxinus only sunk his teeth in deeper. Thrashing his head back in forth, both in pain in in an attempt to damage the opponent. Far too distracted by the face full of gunfire to notice the railroad tracks. Nebula however did notice.

Hey dragon boy, I don’t know what you’re planning, but something weird is happening and I don’t like it.
Nebula warned.

Maximus opened his eyes wide for a moment, taking in his surroundings. Though having no time to react to it at the moment.

Rectifier does his best to keep himself together while continuing to fire, laughter increasing as the noise grows louder. When Maximus opens his eyes, he sees this army of small vehicles coming for him on the tracks.

Railroad Mini-Con Team (Full Station):

Military Team:
Railgun - Armored Train-Railway Gun mix
Coverfire - Armored Wagon Car with dual rotating cannon top
Sheller - TM-1-180 Railway Gun

Maintenance Team:
Roadbed - Ballast Cleaner/Regulator/Tamper mix
Tie-Grabber - Railway Crane
Spiker - Spike Driver/Remover

Track Clearing Team:
Railgrinder - Railgrinder
Snowblender - Rotary Snowplow
Ice Scrapper - Flanger

Assistance Team:
Inspector - Railway Speeder
Dragger - TrackMobile Titan
Switcher - EMD MP15DC

Steam Engine Team:
Boiler - Norfolk and Western No. 1218
Charcoal - Tender/Coal Car
Breaker - Caboose

Locomotive Team:
Pullalong - GE U33C
Tilted - KiHa 283 series
Speeding Bullet - CRH380A

Urban Team:
Tramjam - Trolley
Tunneler - M8 (railcar)
Track-Eater - Monorail Train

Individuals:
Machbreaker - Rocket Sled
Alarmed - Rail Ambulance
Hyrail - HiRail Truck
Tanker - GWR 5700 Class

Rectifier’s laughter becomes completely maniacal as his toys rush at Maximus, with him shouting, “YES! Destroy the defiler of our station!”

Machbreaker and Speeding Bullet make it first, both of them converting into their robot modes to land high speed blows into Maximus’s sides. Railgun, Coverfire, and Sheller unleash their artillery and cannon fire at the dragon, with others firing their various weapons all around Maximus as well. Roadbed sending explosive blasts from his tools, Charcoal tossing rounds of grenades, Spiker racing around trying to bury spikes into Maximus’s feet and hands to keep him from moving, etc.

Only two do not race to beat on Maximus with their various tools and weapons as of yet. Alarmed heads to her master, firing a healing energy to repair him while Tanker moves in to Powerlinx with Rectifier.

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Maximus’ optics dilate as his instincts go into overdrive. Immediately he was thrown into a fight for flight mindset. He bolted into the air, letting go of the simulation. His mind raced as he struggled to process everything. His body charged up with mass amounts of electricity. He felt completely overwhelmed, unable to form any kind of thought or decision. Unable to hold the charge under the sheer weight of immediate stress, Maximus’ body released all the built up electricity in a single burst. Expelling a significant electro magnetic pulse.

Maximus fell to the ground as the hard light projectors, preset console, and even the lights overhead all flickered and shut down, bathing the room in darkness. Only for the automatic systems to come back online moments later, restoring the lights.

Maximus lay in the middle of the floor. Stunned, incapacitated, but still awake. He stayed there, breathing heavily. His optics kept shut. And said nothing.

Luckily any on lookers in the room were seemingly unaffected by the E.M.P. At worst perhaps feeling a little dizzy for a second or two, but otherwise fine.

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As Tie-Grabber watched, he was froze in utter shock. The only motion he could make was reach out his hand, longing for his brothers and friends. But they were just ghosts, lies created by the simulation. With their vanishing from the EMP blast, it helps clear his mind. He grinds his teeth as his looks down, stomping on the console a bit angry. More so at old memories than anything else, but right now there are more immediately important things to focus on.

Tie-Grabber jumps off the console, which subtly turns back on. The screen shows the Rectifier sim’s stats and ticks up the victories by one before shutting off again. A whisper of laughter dies off with it.

The crane Minicon checks on Nebula first, to see if she’s alright. He had no idea that would happen and it was pretty clear that Maximus was not in the best of shape.

“Whirm? Whir whir?” “Still operational? Now will he listen?”

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“Then one of us gives the signal, and we cause as much of a ruckus as we can while we make a break for a ship,” Backbreaker says.

Oddball spasms and falls out of his perch, emitting a high-pitched squeak. Fortunately, though, that was the worst of it.

“that is not a plan, that is a suicidal Riot”

“Yeah, there’s room for improvement there,” Backbreaker concedes. “But we’ll have all the time in the world to do that. This is supposed to take a while.”

Nebula transformed to her robot mode, and seperated from Maximus.

“Vvvvvp. Drnt drnt.”

Physically he’s fine. Simulation fire doesn’t leave any lasting damage. But aside from that he’s critically exhausted. I think that last match just about took the last of what he had.

“Besides. No matter what we do, it’s going to be dangerous. If you want out you need to be willing to take some risks.”
Axis said.

Tie-Grabber looks at Maximus, having an idea of why he did it. At least, partially. Maybe they all just have ticking clocks for when rage explodes like that, but it seemed a bit different with Maximus. He looks back to Nebula.

“Whirl whir?” “What should we do with him?”

Though now with all the commotion that had been going it, it attracted the others back up above. Especially when the lights went out, that was very unusual. While Tie-Grabber had not spotted them yet, Railgun and Machbreaker were just looking very confused by the sight of the room.

“There is a big difference between accepting danger, and throwing yourselves at an objective with no thought for the risks. Ignoring all the problems with getting the ship, do you really think Iota doesn’t have space-based assets that will shoot you down as soon as you get out of the hangar?”

“He’s got a point there,” Backbreaker says to Axis.

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Nebula looked at Maximus. The predicon was completely knocked out. Which she saw as a good thing. He needed some rest.

She turned to Tiegrabber and spoke.

Help me move him to the Barracks.

“Even if he does, the ship Maximus and I came in is more than equiped to handle any possible defences Iota has in place. The way I see it, once we got our ship back, that’s it. We won’t really need to worry about anything else.”

“That’s a very shortsighted and optimistic outlook.”

“Well what’s wrong with a little optimism?”
Axis spat back in a somewhat irritated tone.

“Nothing, when kept in check by a dose of realisim. You assume that your ship can handle the defenses, but you have no evidence for that. So, you should plan for a situation if your ship cannot withstand them.”

“Fine. Worst case scenario, the Sleipnir can’t handle whatever defenses, then we send a distress signal, and some friends of ours come in and back us up.”