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Post by mathias on Aug 15, 2009 18:48:32 GMT -5
His journey had brought him several thousand miles, probably even more to get where he was now. He had been forced to stick to the most desolate and isolated places he could find, due to his obviously hostile appearence. A huge, lumbering tank driving down the highway with a main cannon measuring 380mm in diameter would attract a little bit of attention. He had traveled over grassy plains and hard rock, staying as far from civilization as possible. He might have not been the brightest, but at least he knew what a sight he was and what it would do to impede what he was setting out to do; recover his lost memories and intelligence.
Luger ground to a stop, the treads of his form squeaking and squealing to a halt as the massive vehicle halted. He was near a small grove of trees and not far away, he could see a small settlement. There were hummies gathered everywhere and would have turned around and went the other way if it had not added three days to his journey. He shifted to his normal form, at least then he could evade detection if only slightly easily, with an audible groan and squeal. His mechanics still were worn from years of aging, but he would soon get them fixed. Walking over to the settlement, not caring to step lightly, he observed everything going on.
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Post by Maltese on Aug 15, 2009 20:02:08 GMT -5
The soft screech of the jet overhead and while a black and red jet screamed over Tranquility, though in the correct flight path. It rolled slightly when it sensed another Decepticon. Moving too quickly to stop, he unleashed his robotic lion, which dropped onto the ground with a startling shockwave that, luckily, damaged nothing inside the robotic lion's body.
The robotic lion snarled and roared out, "Pause! Settlements ahead!"
It was one of the few sentances he could make that didn't sound stupid. His limitations were obvious and he crouched down, prepared to obey his master's orders; 'keep him from moving till I get there and don't get crushed.'
In the meantime, Maltese was attempting to get to a spot where he could land or at least drop out of the sky. The area was not good for jets and he let out a growl which made his fram shake lightly as he rolled away, trying to get to that spot.
He would have to risk damaging himself if he wanted to get down there.
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Post by boycrazy321 on Aug 15, 2009 20:14:05 GMT -5
 I’m becoming strange, if I see you I get a hot hot flushed feeling. [/i][/color] 4, 5, 6, bit by bit, while my tingling lips kiss you.[/size][/color] -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] Danielle was driving around in her car and she noticed it was just outside Tranquility. As she was approaching she felt some decepticons. She wasn't sure what to do. She twitched and she was trying to be brave. She saw a couple trees and she parked her car around the settlement. She hoped for no danger. She wasn't sure why she had came here because she was just driving around because she had a fight with her mom.
She stepped out of the car to check who it was. She wasn't new to the bot and was wondering. She walked up to the tank and she touched the hood with her right hand. She ran fast to the car and she cranked up some popular Korean Music. The song was I don't care by 2ne1..
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Post by mathias on Aug 15, 2009 20:32:13 GMT -5
Luger had no idea where he was. Was he even in Russia anymore? Or even Europe? He stopped just outside the city limits, observing most of what was going on. He continued walking, then approached a busy road full of cars which appeared to be the main highway. Not thinking what might possibly happen if he was spotted, he proceeded towards the highway, not realizing that his decepticon crest was right on the front of his chest, bright purple and obvious in all its glory. He lumbered over the highway, not able to pick up his feet due to his weight and lack of agility, causing cars to screech to a halt and several colliding with each other. He stopped for a moment, looking down at them and observing them, before moving on.
But he didn't even make a single step before he noticed something. Outside one of the buildings not far away, he saw a sight that was all to familiar. It brought memories back of the days of oxld, when he fought in the wars and knew immediately what it was; the flag of his enemy, the United States of America. Immediately, his battle instincts kicked in and he let his ear-shattering battle yell in german, [glow=red,2,300]"Es ist Zeit, dass Sie alle gelernt, Ihr Platz, hummies!"[/glow] He ran a few paces, but after realizing he would never get anywhere, he shifted to his vehicle form and dashed forward as fast as possible. His tracks left huge gouges in the fields and he opened fire with his 380mm AP/HE plasma cannon, the round flying through the air and impacting on a hotel complex, vaporizing a huge section of the structure. With another yell, he continued charging forward, unleashing plasma rounds into several buildings, reducing them to smoking rubble. The rush of battle had returned.
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Post by Maltese on Aug 15, 2009 20:48:38 GMT -5
Atrocious let out a roar and chased after him, his lion body springing along after the Decpticon, while he got shouted at over his comlink to his Master above. Apparently, he was being a failure, but the undercurrent of worry, something that Atrocious had learned to listen for over his years together with Maltese, who was flying far above.
Though, he was getting closer. The sound of transforming reached his lion ears and Atrocious let out a loud snarl before attempting to leap onto the Decepticon tank. He saw something on his side and sent it up to Maltese, who almost crashed. The distant whine of jets and Maltese transformed and dropped down, unfolding his blades. "Halt!" he ordered, before searching the world wide web, finding a translation into what the mech had shouted.
Finding it was German, he immediatly repeated his order, only in slightly slaughtered German.
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Post by boycrazy321 on Aug 15, 2009 20:58:27 GMT -5
I’m becoming strange, if I see you I get a hot hot flushed feeling. [/i][/color] 4, 5, 6, bit by bit, while my tingling lips kiss you.[/size][/color] -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] Danielle looked in the rearveiw mirror and she heard a building crash and people that died. She immediately looked for her phone in her bag. She was panicking. She needed to call NEST badly. She called and said, "Hello... This is Danielle Erickson.. Daughter of Ratchet.. I am outside of Tranquility.. I need help now!! People died and it was just too gruesome.." She hung up the call and waited for them to arrive. She knew it was going to take awhile.
She started her engine and drove to where the place was. She was hyperventilating and she cranked up some more music. This time it was Abracadabra by Brown Eyed Girls..
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Post by mathias on Aug 15, 2009 21:16:17 GMT -5
Without stopping, Luger let out a huge, bellowing and scratchy reply, "Holen Sie sich aus der Art und Weise Sie frech Pest!" and continued on, either not caring or not realizing the decepticon could easily stay in front of him. It was the place where his armor was the thickest, but he didn't care. All he cared about was fighting and feeling the rush of battle once more. With a sinister laugh, he continued on his path towards the residential area of the city, unleashing round afterdevastating round wherever his cannon was aimed. It didn't matter where, even if it was pointed up. As long as he fired it, he had purpose once more.
He rode through the streets, gouging huge ruts in the road from his worn and slightly damaged treads, continuing to fire away. He continued making his way towards the inner part of the city, drunken with battle lust. Any rational thought had left him when he stepped across that highway and it felt incredible. "Das Reich hat wieder einmal mehr!" He roared.
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Post by sgtgutsy on Aug 15, 2009 22:12:19 GMT -5
Another tank was sitting out in the trees past the neighborhood. Unlike the one currently rampaging, this one was painted olive green, a common color used in older tanks such as this one, a rather clean looking M4 Sherman battle tank. It showed no signs of life, outside of the spark that wouldn't belong to a normal tank. The Decepticon had chosen this forest for a stasis nap.
That was until the sound of gunfire echoed through the trees, rudely rousing the Decepticon from his nap. "Who's got a target!? Find me something to shoot at!" he shouted, obviously thinking he himself were under attack as the tank's engines rumbled to life. His scanners came to life and detected two Decepticons.
Make that -one- Decepticon. His targeting computers were centered on a squat tank from which he heard a foreign, yet familiar language. German. Why was he targeting a fellow Decepticon? Simple, the fellow was not a Decepticon, he was a Nazi. The Swastika painted on the side of his target was proof enough.
"First the communists, and now Nazis? It's bad enough they let that commie rabble rouser Obama be the president, but Nazis on this great country's soil? There's nothing I like better than making some other bastard die for his country!" he said as his 105 MM Howitzer pointed up to follow the projected firing trajectory required to hit his target, which was Luger.
Once in place, he fired a shell with a loud bang, followed by a recording of "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" playing from somewhere inside his form.
"Another glorious day in the U.S. Army!"
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Post by mathias on Aug 15, 2009 23:06:00 GMT -5
Through Luger's excitement, he did not sense the incoming howitzer round as it flew at him, striking his left quarter with a sizable explosion which failed to penetrate his hull's thick armor. This caused his concentration to shatter and he stopped almsot immediately, dazed from the hit. After a few moments, he finally regained his bearings and turn around to see who dared to fire at him. He saw no one, but he knew the round had come from somewhere. Furious, he revved his engine and bolted forward, creating huge gouges in the street and throwing debris everywhere.
He needn't go far to find the source of the round; an M4. One of the piles of junk the americans had made in a pathetic attempt at making armored vehicles. Thinking it would be an easy victory due to his size and firepower, Luger halted a short distance from the tank and spoke. "Sie denken, Sie können mich, US-amerikanischer Schaum? Ha! I'd love to see you try." He leveled hismain gun to the M4 to intimidate it, but did not fire. At long last, he was toe-to-toe with his long-hated enemy. Now, it was personal.
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Post by skyrider on Aug 15, 2009 23:12:24 GMT -5
Alittle ways from the city a Blue Angel was flying lazily in the sky, not much up for her usual possible death stunts and not to mention she had flown all the way from Australia so she was just taking it easy. Well until the sounds of fire caught her attention. And from the palce anything could happen? Tranquility of course. With a sigh Skyrider sped up and titled her wing to the right to get a good look already detecting what appeared to be two decepticons. Wait TWO! How in the name of Primus could she hold off two Decepticons before NEST got there? "Might as well try. DOn' want to be wortheless thne again I can't without risking harming the humans." She said in frustration.
Flying alittle lower she tried to get a clear shot at the two tanks but it seemed impossible wiht the large buidlings. While trying to aim one of ehr wings nearly went thought he windows of a larger building though only skimmed the side sending spakr everywhere. THis forced her to pull up.
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Post by sgtgutsy on Aug 15, 2009 23:31:11 GMT -5
Sgt. Gutsy leveled his own cannon at the now approaching enemy. He saw that his enemy possessed a much larger bore of cannon than his own, but refused to let that small fact bother him. At least he had distracted the rampaging tank from bringing further harm to any more American people, despite their poor taste in leadership choice. He'd just have to roll into DC and give the president a message from Uncle Sam personally. However, he had more pressing issues at hand.
"Keep yer treads where I can see 'em, you dirty kraut." he said, the hymn still playing from speakers inside. "You are dealing with 30 tons of Grade A American steel straight from Pittsburgh herself! Give yourself up quietly and I'll promise you a speedy trial." he added. As he made a stand, he was formulating a strategy in his head. A tank battle was out of the question, he wouldn't be able to move quickly enough in tank form to avoid a shot, so he'd have to transform and roll out to either the left or the right if he couldn't manage to make the Nazi tank in front of him surrender. From there, he'd have to think on the fly.
Of course there'd be no surrender, his enemy was a Nazi, after all.
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Post by mathias on Aug 15, 2009 23:43:46 GMT -5
Luger did not understand a word the M4 was saying. It was speaking in that hideous excuse for a language called English, and it dishonored his ears.
[glow=red,2,300]"Ihr Schweine-amerikanischen Hund. Wagen Sie sprechen zu mir in einer solchen Art und Weise? Sie darespeak zu Luger so?!"[/glow]
His voice was irritated and furious, obviously from the M4's lack of respect towards someone of such honorable and noble heritage such as himself. Growing impatient and irritated, Luger loaded a round into his cannon and shouted,
[glow=red,2,300]"Es ist an der Zeit you learned Ihr Platz-, Schweine-Hund!"[/glow]
Luger fired the cannon, but nothing happened. He attempted to fire again, but still nothing happened. Furious, he let out a roar and gunned his engine in an attempt to crush the much smaller M4 under his treads. This day, he would have the smear of filthy americanblood on his treads! A day of glory for the Fatherland!
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Post by skyrider on Aug 15, 2009 23:50:59 GMT -5
Now what was this? A decepticon firing on a nother Decepticon? Skyrider would have shook her head in complete confusion at this strange battle going on below, to which she had to stop before things got out of hand. "I'm going to be in trouble for this but there's no other choice." Skyrider flew up transforming, her armor shifting to make her robot mode and landed but moved to a spot for a better shooting range and aiming at either tank. But as she aimed she didn;t know who to shoot first betweent he smaller tank tot he alrger tank.
A short thinking made ehr go wihtt he larger one and she fired though staye din shadow to avoid being seen. THough her yellow parts of her armor were easy to see, an indication fo ehr lack to stradegy or being stelathy.
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Post by sgtgutsy on Aug 15, 2009 23:55:08 GMT -5
Sgt. Gutsy began to pull himself back from the now charging Sturmtiger heading for him. However, he found himself unable to move quite as fast backwards as his enemy could forwards. So he did the only thing that would buy him enough time and room to transform without the enemy tank mowing him over in mid-transformation. He fired his cannon at the oncoming tank, using the force of such a close quarters shot to lurch his form backwards and shift into his robot mode.
"I'm going to shove my foot SO far up your ass that you're going to cough up boot polish!" he shouted as he kneeled slightly to ease the impact of a rather acrobatic transformation for him while both grabbing the knife on his left calf and pointing his right arm, the 105 MM howitzer turret that now made up his forearm, at the tank and squeezing off another round. If he could mangle that big cannon on the front, this would be a short battle.
If not, at least he could rely on the superheated knife in his left hand.
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Post by mathias on Aug 16, 2009 0:05:18 GMT -5
The point-blank shot hit his frontal armor dead-on, doing a small amount of damage, but not much. He was slow to see the other transform, and felt the impact of yet another round at point-blank. Then he felt several others. Even though they came from acompletely different direction, he thought it was the M4, misjudging due to his own rage. He was beginning to become irritated, so he transformed. Sort of. Halfway though, his mechanics, once again, froze and he was stick mid-shift. He let out a roar of frustration and reached his hand around as quick as he could andlet loose his pulsar blasters, not caring to take aim. His arm was still stiff and he wasn't really sure whether he had landed a shot. He was icnredibly vunerable in his current state and, using his rage as fuel, he forced himself to try and complete the transformation.
He knew his foe would seize the opprotunity. He did his best to shield his main cannon, though it was partially covered by still-shifting plating. When he believed he had a good trajectory, he fired. This time the round fired, and Luger let out a grunt of pain as the round left the cannon, tearing through the plates that were still shifting.
[glow=red,2,300]"Sie zahlen für die Schmerzen verursacht haben Sie mich!"[/glow]
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