Transformers: Tournament of Terror. RP Topic

She smiled and lifted up her sign towards Thea with the current message on it.

Backbreaker smiles and saunters over, ignoring a burst of pain from his shoulder injury.

“Sure heard a lot about you guys,” Backbreaker says to Bluntforce and Torchwing as he approached. “You kicked tailgate back there.”

Thea looked down at the minicon happily, keeping her hands to the giant dinobit.
“Oh! Hello again.”

She looked curiously at the sign.
“I don’t follow. What can’t we change?”

“Aw please. That was nothin’.”
Torchwing said confidently.
“You should see what Ragnarok is really capable of. If we had the time, those tin cans wouldn’t have stood a chance.”

Bluntforce closely looked over Backbreaker, studying him. He was short for a predacon. His eye only coming up to the gladiator’s chest.

Backbreaker looks down at Bluntforce and raises an eyebrow.

“You never seen an Autobot before?” he asks.

“Nope. Can’t say I ever have.”
The predacon said.
“The design is antiquated to say the least, but you sure as hell seem built tougher than the bots of today.”
Bluntforce spoke with a noticeable fascination.

Backbreaker shrugs modestly.

“Well, if it ain’t broke, and all that…” he replies. “They haven’t made 'em like me in a long time.”

“I’m curious. What era of the war were you forged? Never seen war era bots before. Fascinating how a conflict so long could produce so many different design philosophies.”
Bluntforce asked.

Torchwing was standing off to the side, his arms crossed.

“Oh, I’m pre-war,” Backbreaker explains. “Built for construction- heavy lifting, demolishing old buildings and maybe working with some explosives now and then. You had to be built tough for that job. Just so happened to give me a leg up in a fight, too.”

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“Pre-war? Well now, that certainly is a surprise.”
Bluntforce said with wide optics.
“I didn’t realize there were any bots like you still around.”

“Hey Autobot.”
Torchwing interjected. The taller predscon stepped forward. His eye level just above Backbreaker’s.
“I bet we could show you something you’ve never seen before.”
There was a sort of boastfulness to his tone. Almost like he was challenging him.

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Backbreaker turns his gaze to Torchwing, noting the implied challenge.

“I bet you can,” he responds. “I’ve been locked in a glorified prison for the last few million years; I’ve missed a lot.”

She nodded writing down, “I doubt we’ll see each other again after this, and that’s a pity.”

There was a confident look to the predacon’s optics. He’d probably have a smirkish grin if he had a mouth.
“Now that’s what I like to hear. How about we reintroduce you to a giant friend of ours.”

Bluntforce stepped forward.
“Are you sure its such a good idea to waste the energy just to show off? We’ve already used him once today, and there’s no telling what could happen by the time we’re headed home.”

“Counterpoint. When do we ever have the chance to show off?”
Torchwing said. Bluntforce just sighed and shook his head.

“Very well. Looks like its down to a vote again. Maximus, what do you think?”

The young pirate had a wide grin on his face.
“Hell yeah! I’d love to show him everything Ragnarok can do!”
He said eagerly.

“That settles it!”
Torchwing said, pumping his fist into the air.

“Well you boys have fun. I’m gonna get that signal broadcasted to Lockjaw knows where we are.”
Axis said, turning around and walking back into the ship.

The three predacons once again merged into their towering combined form.
“Behold! As strong as a volcano, relentless as an inferno, and agile as a thunderstorm. Gaze upon the apocalypse incarnate! I am, Ragnarok!”
The gestalt roared. He looked down at Backbreaker.
“So, be honest. What do ya think?”

“Indeed, it is a shame.”
Thea said.
“Though I wouldn’t say it’s impossible. I’m sure we could see one another again some day.”

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“I get tossed around a bit,” she wrote with a shake of her head, “I quite wish I could stay a bit, and I just learned your language…or most of it…I think.”

Thea gave a cheerful smile with her eyes.
“I’d say you have it down quite nicely.”

Grimlock’s massive form began to stir. His wounds were nearly healed by now.

“Zop!” “Classified!” Machbreaker swiftly answers.

The team, very clearly, still didn’t trust Spirit. They back away from her, still not having a useful explanation. Of course they were teleported, that much was obvious. Why, however, was another matter.

Machbreaker briefly considers jumping to test the gravity here, but goes against it. Don’t want to float away. But this was the closest to being in direct outer space he has been in ever…Well, conscious anyways. Even in his cautiousness of danger, his excitement was getting hard to hide.

Tie-Grabber was considering their potential options for escape, should it be needed. But this rock was not Cybertron nor the prison, there was nowhere to go. No tunnels, no corners or nooks, nothing. Nothing to even tear down and obstruct. If they had to, they would be forced to fight. May Primus have mercy on their sparks.

“Whi whir.” “Eh, I’ve experienced stranger.” Tie-Grabber says, “Whir.” “But it’s somethin’.”

“Chun chun.” “So this is it, we’re almost free.” Railgun briefly looks up at the stars. He looked lost, certainly out of his element.

“Chun chung?” “Decided on any plans?” Railgun asks, looking at the three of them, though it seemed to be more directed at Nebula.

Spirit obviously didn’t react too well to being shoved off. Well, it’s not like anyone would have noticed an annoyed expression. She couldn’t make one. She instead sat down on the ground and waited, it did seem every person she enjoyed talking to didn’t quite enjoy talking back.

“A little over-the-top, the whole spiel there,” Backbreaker critiques, “but I dig it.”

Nebula sat down and pondered for a moment. She gazed up at the stars above. Eventually beeping out a somewhat melancholy response.

“I’m, not sure. I guess I could stay with the predacon, but I don’t really know.”

“I’ll admit, the introduction is a work in progress. But that’s not the real point of the show.”
Ragnarok pounded his fists together in front of his chest. Starting from his center, radiant lines of burning red spread across his body. Backbreaker would aslo notice the temperature increasing quite a bit.

Then it quickly faded. This time starting from the feet up, his body quickly caught fire. Erupting into a powerful blaze.

A few moments later, and it too passed. Then starting at the fists and working its way out, lighting surged all across his body. Much in the way Maximus did, though this was a lot more intense. Then it too soon faded.

“Powers of lava, lighting, and fire. Granted by the enigma of combination. With these powers I can do stuff you wouldn’t believe. And I’ve built up an impressive move set to, if you don’t mind a demonstration.”

“The Enigma of Combination?” Backbreaker repeats. “You have a relic of the Thirteen?”

“Oh yeah. We dug it up on a retrieval mission ages ago. Its also where we got our beast modes. Didn’t know what it was at first. Then there’s a big flash of light, and boom. I exist. It’s been in Star Talon custody ever since.”
Ragnarok explained, speaking rather casually.