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Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby Cryhavok » Sun Feb 19, 2012 1:32 pm

Motto: ""It is all about pain.""
Weapon: Fusion-Powered Anti-Gravity Gun
The Ultrax is the frigate used by the Stunticons and it reflects their personality. It is beat up, dirty and fairly ugly, but fully armed and operational. Or at least it was. Forced to hide from Shockwave and the Thanatos, Starscream propelled the frigate into the bottom of the North Pacific Ocean through a transwarp rift. Now it lies at the bottom of Kurile Trench, part of the Pacific Ring of Fire. A null field generated to shortcircuit possible tracking devices left by Soundwave, has left the ship a pale imitation of its former self. To make it fly again would require a good deal of maintenance but at least Starscream's Decepticons have something to call a base for now.

Corridor leading to the bridge

As Motormaster's consciousness finally returned, the massive Stunticon found himself lying on his back, thrown out from the bridge by either the transwarp jump of the crash. Not a single beam of light - excluding the glow of his own optics, something that he really did not even register - penetrated the all consuming darkness surrounding him. Pulling himself up, Motormaster turned on series of lights, including the headlights of his truck mode. With the corridor now bathing in light, the massive Stunticon was finally able to give a look at his surroundings. Nothing seemed broken, his immediate surroundings looking as ugly as ever. However, the blast doors of the Bridge had been slammed shut by lack of power. At least it didn't look like anyone had managed get oneself mauled by the doors. Although Motormaster had to admit he would not have minded getting a chance to laugh at some unfortunate bot who'd have had his leg or arm crushed by the doors.

What did bother the Stunticon was the fact that he could not hear a single sound. The ship had turned silent. Was everyone else still out? He doubted that. As powerful as he was, his systems didn't reboot any faster than the average bot. Then why the Predacons weren't already trying to cut through the blast door? He was not going to wait for an answer.

Pulling out his trusty sword Motormaster ignited the powerful weapon and began to push the tip of the burning energo-blade against the blast door. There was no going through this door with sheer brute strength of his. As powerful as Motormaster was, he was not Scorponok. These doors were not called blast doors for nothing. While it was going to take a while, he'd cut through the door faster with the energo-sword than his atom-smasher rifle. He could only hope the Predacons were already up on the other side, putting their blades to work.
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby Longshot » Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:08 am

Motto: "Feed them to the Sharkticons!"
Repair Bay

Emitting a low groan from her vocalizer, Patchwork raised a free hand to her cranial unit to check for damage—and perhaps in an effort to stabilize her optics’ data-feed. It was dark, of course, dark and smothering as the void between galaxies, but that was to be expected. The null field would have knocked out virtually all of Ultrax’s systems, and most of them would have to be re-initialized manually. She checked the plasma torch she had been using to secure Hellion’s CR chamber to the deck, noting with some relief that she hadn’t managed to slice clean through the hull while she’d been offline.

The medical engineer rose, relieved to note that she hadn’t wound up pinned under anything bigger than a packing crate. It was slow going in the dark, but eventually she managed to grope her way over to her work station at the far end of the bay. From there, she was able to activate the emergency lighting for that part of the ship.

It was … not quite so bad as she had expected, really. Most of the supplies she had packaged for transport via bounce now lay strewn haphazardly across the floor, and it looked like several canisters of medical-grade lubricant and fuel had broken open. The blast doors were firmly in place, which probably meant that she and anyone else in the repair bay were stuck until power was restored. But, at a glance, it appeared that the CR chambers and stasis pods had not suffered any irreparable damage.

Small favors, then.

After checking on the battery pack powering Hellion’s chamber to reassure herself that its energy levels remained adequate for the time being, Patchwork began the laborious process of salvaging what she could of her supplies and tools. She was, in all likelihood, going to find herself in need of them again in the very near future.
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby Smokescreen85 » Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:29 am

Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Bridge

Razorclaw’s optics flickered on as his various internal and external systems began to reboot. Unlike many others around the ship, he had been seated and thus did not end up lying on the floor. Instead, his upper torso and cranial unit had lain against the control console in front of him, which was now dark as was the rest of the bridge. Sitting back up, the Predacon Commander felt around his terminal until he found the switch for the bridge's emergency lighting and activated it. A warm reddish glow filled the room, allowing him to visualize the rest of his unit along with Starscream, who were all near completing the process of rebooting.

“Everyone report your status," Razorclaw ordered, mainly to his Predacons, as he carefully stood from his chair. “It appears as though the ship is without primary power, a side effect of the null field." Razorclaw continued to survey the bridge and quickly spotted a small leak on the port side. They had apparently made a successful crash landing somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. The question was where exactly in that huge body of water did the Ultrax settle? Before that could be determined, the hull crack needed to be sealed.

"Divebomb, get your aft up and solder that breach shut. It’s small now, but it will surely grow if not dealt with immediately." After pointing the area of concern out to his aerial subordinate, Razorclaw found his way to the entrance of the bridge where Motormaster had once been standing. However, the Stunticon Commander was no longer there and instead the blast doors had been activated, effectively isolating the bridge from the rest of the ship. It was a safety protocol, one that was likely triggered during the crash. However, now it was an obstacle that they needed to overcome if they were to ultimately restore full power to this junk heap of a vessel.

Razorclaw pulled out his vibrating sonic sword and quickly jammed it into the edge of the blast door, the molecular bonds of which began to break down, making it a bit easier to cut through the six foot thick barrier. On the opposite side, the Predacon Commander could just barely make out a similar sound of metal scraping against metal. It was likely Motormaster trying to get back into the bridge utilizing his own sword.

"Predacons, draw your swords and assist me in slicing through this blast door. It’s imperative that we free ourselves from this potential tomb and restore power to the ship. Now get a move on!" Razorclaw bellowed back to his squad. Tantrum quickly reacted and rushed to his commander’s side, pulling out his electro-sword and digging into the door frame. The other Predacons would soon follow. Divebomb, of course, would be a bit delayed in helping the rest until he had that minor breach under control.

Bounce Chamber

Skywarp awoke on the floor near the bounce pad. His vision was a bit fuzzy at first but that soon cleared, revealing the darkness that now surrounded him. “Where the slag are we?" The teleporter questioned, not being able to see anyone. After each of his systems were fully online once more, ‘Warp stood up and carefully made his way across the room where he found the overhead light sensor that was located next to the doorway. He hit it several times, but without success. The room was still dark.

No power, the prankster thought, quickly switching on a smaller light that was mounted on the right side of his cranial unit. It gave little illumination, but it was better than nothing at this point. Looking down, he quickly found Nightraven and Ramjet, their own systems slowly rebooting after what he could only assume was a crash landing. He could vaguely remember before blacking out, Ramjet trying to apologize to him and Nightraven, but not really sounding very sincere in his efforts. Skywarp could care less as he ignored the trouble-making conehead and knelt down beside the femme seeker, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.

"Nighty, are you okay?"

Corridors

Drag Strip slowly awakened to the realization that he was in total darkness, completely unaware of his current location. Am I dead? Is this what the Afterspark looks like? Did the ship crash and burn? Where the frag am I? The former racer’s thoughts were sporadic as he sat up, his systems now fully rebooted. His heads-up display kicked on automatically, giving him an operational status of every module, circuit and process running within his framework. Clearly Drag wasn’t dead. Otherwise, he would not be able to view his HUD let alone feel his own spark pulsating within his chest cavity, a sensation that was commonly felt by some mechs after a sudden and complete reboot.

“Thank Primus," Drag Strip muttered to the darkness as he then activated his own head-mounted light. Looking over to one side, he found Wildrider lying next to him. For some apparent reason, the terrorist was taking a bit longer to boot back up, an obvious sign that the grey Stunticon’s systems were not as efficient as Drag’s. “Come on, loser, get up already!" The yellow racer shouted as he picked himself up off the floor. He looked back down to see his comrade still lying there. “Suit yourself."

Stepping over the terrorist, Drag Strip carefully made his way down the blackened corridor towards the repair bay. He still had his back to get fixed and he wasn’t about to wait for Wildrider to get up and join him in order to do so. Of course, with the power still out, he would likely still have to wait until the CR chambers were back online unless Patchwork could work her magic in the mean time.
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby Ember » Mon Feb 20, 2012 6:43 pm

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
Repair Bay

The intense darkness that had consumed Breakdown began to fade when his HUD rebooted and his optics came back online. Although it was just as dark in the repair bay as it was while he was unconscious. This didn’t bode well. The white and blue Stunticon scurried back up into a seated position as he tried to recapture his bearings.

“Wha…wha… what happened? Are we one with the Allspark? Why is it so dark?"

His questions were directed at Dead End whom he remembered being next to before he fell into, what he thought was oblivion. When he got no answer the scout feared the worse. That he was actually one with the Allspark…or worse that he was now in the far reaches of the Pit.

Breakdown let out a low whimper as he slowly rose and tried to feel his way around, a difficult task since he was still without usable servos. He didn’t make it far before his foot hit something solid.

“Dead? Is that you?"

Bounce Chamber

It took a little longer for Nightraven’s systems to reboot, but once they did the Seeker femme let out a low groan. Her cranium hurt. She probably hit the floor harder than expected. Once her optics came back online she was able to see a small source of light coming from, from…somewhere.

When she felt Skywarp’s hand on her shoulder and heard him ask if she was alright, Nightraven flashed the teleporter a weak smile. She let out another groan as she started to sit up. Her hand went to the back of her cranium, rubbing it to ensure there was no damage.

“I’m alright. Just a slight processor ache, but I’ll live."

She let out a light chuckle as she looked around the small area that was being illuminated by the light mounted on the side of Skywarp’s head. It was still too dark to see very much, but she was still able to make out the unconscious form of Ramjet. Everything else was shrouded in darkness.

“So, the lights don’t work. Is the door closed? If it is we’re stuck in here until the power is restored."

She looked back down to Ramjet and back up to Skywarp.

“I already don’t like how this is going to play out."
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby Insidious » Mon Feb 20, 2012 7:06 pm

Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Repair Bay

“Wha…wha… what happened? Are we one with the Allspark? Why is it so dark?" Dead End heard a voice grumble in the darkness.

His HUD had come back online, an act that already surprised him. He hoped that this was not would await him in the hereafter, if there was such a thing. He felt around in the darkness. It felt like the same aged steel floor he had sat down on moments earlier. But it was clear that the Ultrax was not back to functioning at optimum capacity. Where had they ended up? Had they managed to trade one prison for another? What was going to happen if...

Ow, Dead End thought, as something hard impacted with his leg.

“Dead? Is that you?" came that voice again, more recognizable now. Breakdown.

"In all my operational glory," the Stunticon mumbled, pulling the outstretched leg closer to his body. "I suppose it's not even worth getting up yet."
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Bridge

"Feeling good," Rampage said, after he had come back to full activity and their unit leader had asked for a status update. They had come out of their little ploy alive. That was all that mattered. Everything else could be dealt with once they regrouped.

When Razorclaw had ordered them to draw their swords and assist, Rampage quickly did just that. Even with no primary power in the ship and little in the way of traditional optical navigation, Rampage's movements were smooth and instinctive. He had no trouble operating in near darkness back on Cybertron. He actually kind of liked it. He wasn't going to lose that capacity now.
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby #Sideways# » Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:25 pm

Motto: "If the ends justify the means, then life is just about as meaningless to you than the cause you think so highly of."
Weapon: Rapid-Fire Sonic Shell Cannons
Medical Bay

Waspinator felt movement on the shoulder he held to so tightly. His blue optics, odd for a Decepticon, pierced the darkness a short distance away. He fluttered his wings as his systems came back online, trying desperately to hold tight to the shoulder which was moving around so much.

He lifted off for just a moment as Patchwork moved off, most likely to the CR Chambers. Waspinator could not tell for the light was so dim.

Feeling nothing below him, he transformed into robot mode. He fluttered his wings again and reached out to his left, he hit something! He pat his hand on whatever it was. It felt like...

"Oops! Wazzpinator sorry, Wazzpinator's mistake!" Waspinator said apologetically, he didn't know who he touched, but he was pretty sure it was Patchwork.

He pulled his hand back rather quickly out of embarrassment, and then he began to feel to his right, where he felt a table. Waspinator walked over to it and felt around for anything that would give light. He felt what seemed to be a chemistry kit. Feeling for the knob to light the flame.

Suddenly, the flame lit and the light from the flame lit the room at least a bit further. It was at least bearable, as he could see the room a bit better. He lifted the almost candle-like flame and carried it around the room to light it a bit better.

*****

Bounce Chamber

Ramjet's optics opened sharply and a groan escaped his vocalizer. He couldn't see! Were his optics offline? Ramjet pushed up from his stomach down position and stood up, head banging a small bit. Due to his disability, he was sure that the pain would be unbearable to others.

He shook his head to steady his senses. Once acquainted with the dark environment, Ramjet noticed that Skywarp and Nightraven had completely ignored him.

"Well I'm fine! I'm so glad you care!" Ramjet said. You could almost see the sarcasm seeping off the words.

Ramjet spun his arm and several clicking noises emitted from the shoulder, he spun it a bit more and the noises ceased.

He sighed as he rubbed the back of his cranial unit, as he was trying to remember where he left off with his apology to Nightraven...

I was childish... Nah... Foolish. Yeah, that's the word. Ramjet thought as he made his way to Nightraven.

Better I do this in private. Less of a blow to my ego. Ramjet mused as he tapped Nightraven on the shoulder.

"Hey, uh," Ramjet rubbed the back of his cranial unit, keeping a close eye on Skywarp, "Nightraven, could I talk to you in private for a bit? Better that way."

He gave his best "Trust me" look, but couldn't quite tell for the darkness.
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby SirSoundwaveIV » Mon Feb 20, 2012 11:36 pm

Motto: "Wreck And Rock"
Weapon: Double-Barrelled Air-Compressor Cannon
Bridge

Divebomb groaned as he pushed himself up. His optics flickered to life as he scanned the darkned room. So much for room to fly, he figured. Not long after pushing himself up, Razorclaw had already given him an order. A small one, but at the very least he would be working away from the rest, even if it only was a few feet.

"Fine, and yes sir." Divebomb responded quickly, jumping back up onto his feet. His advanced visual sensors quickly kicked in and spotted the crack easily, even in the darkened room. Wordlessly, he moved towards the breach in the hull, and took out one of his particle beam rifles. He toyed with the weapon for a little bit, before a low energy based heat emerged from the barrel. It wasn't a professional one, but for the time being it would have to do. With one hand on the stock and another around the handle, he carefully worked to solder the breach shut.
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby Smokescreen85 » Wed Feb 22, 2012 7:00 pm

Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Bounce Chamber

Skywarp breathed a sigh of relief when Nightraven fully awakened and confirmed that she was okay now that her systems had rebooted. She then looked around before asking whether the door was closed. ‘Warp glanced over and noticed that the door was, indeed, shut and apparently locked. The idea of being stuck in a small room with Ramjet was enough to make even the bravest of warriors shudder in their circuits. However, it would not be a problem for the resident teleporter and the object of his affection to avoid.

“Yeah, the door’s shut, Nighty," Skywarp responded as he helped the femme seeker to her feet. “But don’t forget that I can still teleport. So, we won’t have to wait for the power to be restored to get out of here..." he said as he then leaned in closer to her, "...and away from you know who."

Just then Ramjet’s loud remark about being fine and no one caring echoed throughout the chamber, giving Skywarp a processor ache along with Nightraven’s. "Great, he's up," the prankster remarked sarcastically. 'Warp then turned to look over at the conehead as he approached Nightraven and asked to speak with her in private. “Where exactly are you going to go in here that’s private, Ramjet? It's not a big room, so I’ll be able to hear anything you say no matter where you stand."

Skywarp then took a hold of Nightraven's hand and leaned in close to her once again before whispering into her audio receptor. “Just say the word and we’re outta here."
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby Ember » Thu Feb 23, 2012 10:18 pm

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
Bounce Chamber

After finally standing up and steadying herself, Nightraven looked back to the door when Skywarp had mentioned that it, in fact, was closed and most assuredly locked. She turned her attention back to the Elite Seeker when he reminded her that he’d be able to get them out by simply teleporting his way into the corridor beyond.

Nightraven flashed him a smile before she looked back to Ramjet, who had asked to speak with her in private. The request was odd, and she certainly had no desire to be close to the mech in any situation, especially here in a locked room.

Her attention was brought to her hand when she felt Skywarp’s wrap around it. She looked back up and met the black and purple seekers optics as he leaned in and whispered that he could very easily teleport the two of them out of the chamber while leaving the conehead locked within.

Nightraven flashed him a faint smile before she turned to look at Ramjet.

“Whatever you have to say, Ramjet, you can say it without having to corner me."

Her hand instinctively tightened around Skywarp’s as she watched the coneheaded seeker hoping he wouldn’t take too much offence to her answer, but at the same time ready to give Skywarp the go ahead to get them out of the chamber and away from the maroon and white warrior.
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby Baneblade » Fri Feb 24, 2012 5:20 pm

Motto: "Scream....it only make it more fun"
Weapon: Plasma Cannon
Ultrax Hallways

Runamuck was the first of the two battlechargers to come round from the instant jump drop, and true to his word - whoever the mech was that announced the deployment of the nullfield, Runamuck's cerebral processors where still fuzzy - the null feild had knocked out the battlechargers, as well as every other con on the ship and now, coming to, and still in vehicle mode, Runamuck felt like he was sporting one hell of a hangover.

He groaned as he tried to scan the darkened hallway, but his optics couldnt pick up any light source in the dingy blackout that was the now inert ship of the stunticons. He internally grumbled to himself and fired on his headlamps, the neon bulbs illuminating the dark corridor, and whilst it allowed Runamuck to see, it was also to locate his errant brother.

Angling his head lamps, Runamuck found his brother in the most unflattering position - upsidedown, and headfirst into an empty oil barrell. Runamuck however transformed and sighed at the sight of his twin. Time to save him again!

Taking a step forward, Runamuck heard a shlucking sound around his feet. The sound was followed by a sploosh as he stepped forwards. A cursory glance downward and his sensors took in the black murky solution he was standing in, and it read out on his HUD as a composite mix of Sodium Chloride, NaCl, and Hydrogen Oxide. Runamuck shrugged and splashed forwards to Runabout just as the emergency lighting started to kick in, sparsly seperated - red oily lighting dimly lit the black corridor as Runamuck pulled Runabout down from his unflattering position and sat him upright and started to yank the oil barrell off his head.

"Just slaggin perfect!"
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby Devastron » Mon Feb 27, 2012 12:13 pm

Weapon: Energo-Sword
Message to Razorclaw

>>"Thanatos to Razorclaw. Status update required immediately. Repeat, status update required immediately."<<
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby MaP_Prime » Wed Feb 29, 2012 2:07 pm

Bridge

His systems slowly began to reboot one by one, drawing Starscream back to the world of the waking world. AS his optics flickered back on line the Commander recalled the sudden transwarp jump and then going off line. He slowly rose to his feet, looking around the bridge to see the others there were also ungergoing the same process. Gripping the side of his head, letting the disorientation of such a jarring experience to pass he finally stood up to his fully height, composing himself.

"What's our status?"
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby ChaosWave360 » Thu Mar 01, 2012 9:36 pm

Weapon: Particle Beam Cannon
Bridge

His systems slowly began to reboot one piece at a time as Thrust reactivates into the world. His optics flickered online as he looked around to see the damages of the Ultrax. Something must of happened after the transwarp jump that was able to knock them all out; however, that was for another time. The most important thing to do was the status of the ship and where did the transwarp take us. He looked over as Starscream asks for our status of the situation. Going over to the controls to see the position they was that, it seemed that they are in the pacific ocean and the ship won’t be moving for a good while.

“Commander Starscream, we are at the bottom of Kurile Trench which is part of the pacific ocean. The ship is damaged to the point where it will not move from this spot. Looks like the transwarp was a success, but at the cost of this ship."
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby #Sideways# » Thu Mar 01, 2012 11:09 pm

Motto: "If the ends justify the means, then life is just about as meaningless to you than the cause you think so highly of."
Weapon: Rapid-Fire Sonic Shell Cannons
Bounce Chamber

Ramjet stiffened at the rebuff he just experienced with Skywarp and Nightraven. Ramjet frowned and emitted a low grumble.

"Look. I don't have to apologize to you at all! This is a choice on my part," Ramjet said, anger boiling, "Then you can-"

Ramjet broke off and sighed to calm his nerves, then turned away.

"Relax," Ramjet said to them with another sigh, "I'm not gonna hurt 'ya. Apparently I'm also not going to apologize if you will not turn your Audio Receptors on to hear it."

He was needless to say disappointed with them. He was actually hoping to have a pleasant apology with lots of forgiving going on. Unfortunately, the two of them were much too arrogant to take the apology and go. Looks like he came in with hopes that were crushed. Again.

Ungrateful little Scraplets... I wonder where Slipstream is? She'll know what to do. I just hope she cares... Ramjet thought as he filed through the channels to find Slipstream's.

Ramjet sighed, this wasn't the first conversation he had in mind with Slipstream, but he needed someone to talk to.

>>Slipstream. I... Could use some help and someone to talk to. Meet me at the Bounce Chamber.<< Ramjet radioed Slipstream with a sigh.

He knew it would not be long for her to get here, so he waited.
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby Cryhavok » Sat Mar 03, 2012 4:09 pm

Motto: ""It is all about pain.""
Weapon: Fusion-Powered Anti-Gravity Gun
Bridge

"Need more than one null field to keep a Predacon down." Headstrong snorted his reply to Razorclaw's request. However, he did not draw his sword. Instead, the large Predacon transformed into his rhinoceros mode and slammed front legs to the floor.

"Step away from the door boss and let the heavyweights do the job!" Headstrong bellowed and charged forth towards the center of the doorway where the two sides of the massive sliding door met. The other Predacons were quick to jump out of Headstrong's way - knowing that there was no way of talking the stubborn Decepticon to abandon his idea.

Couple of seconds later, Headstrong collided with door, causing a massive bang echoing through the Ultrax. Nonetheless, despite of the force of the impact the door had not even budged. However, where the door's both sides had met a moment ago, a crack had appeared - for Headstrong's horn had wedged itself between the doors.

From the opening between the doors, the bright light from Motormaster's auxiary lamps entered the bridge. A moment later, Motormaster's thick digits entered the crack and with the wailing from steel grinding against steel filled the audiosensors of all Decepticons present as the enormously powerful Stunticon commander began to force the doors open. Slowly but surely forcing each side of the door into their holding slots.

"Thanks for something to grab on boys but instead just standing there in awe, how about you slaggers give me some help here?!" Motormaster's hollow baritone boomed from the other side of the door.
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby Smokescreen85 » Sat Mar 03, 2012 6:55 pm

Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Bounce Chamber

Skywarp had hoped that Nightraven would give him the okay to teleport them both out of the bounce chamber and away from Ramjet’s ramblings and attempted so-called apologies. Instead, she gave the conehead the chance to say what he wanted without the option of cornering her away from the prankster. The white seeker’s response was an expected one as he decided that he was no longer going to apologize, claiming that they didn’t want to hear it.

Skywarp simply shook his head as he felt Nighty’s grip tightened around his hand. "Ramjet, if you really want to apologize then just go ahead and do it already. We’re listening. Nightraven just didn’t want to be cornered that’s all. There’s no reason to overreact or anything." The teleporter was trying to reason with the conehead, but his words were apparently falling on deaf audio receptors as Ramjet then commed Slipstream for assistance and someone to talk to.

“Really? You need help now?" A perplexed Skywarp asked the cone-headed seeker. “So what, you think Slipstream is going to make it all better for you? You think she’s some kind of therapist that you can pour your spark out to? Give me a break, Ramjet! You’re a fraggin’ elite seeker of the Decepticon Empire, not some protoform just out of the mold!"

Skywarp then turned his attention back to Nightraven. “Please let me teleport us out of here. I’m getting a cranial ache listening to all this whining."

Bridge

As Razorclaw and the other Predacons worked on prying the blast doors apart, he received a communique from Soundwave demanding an immediate status update. The Predacon Commander simply ignored the message for the time being as responding to it now would only serve to enable the Decepticon communications specialist to trace the signal right back to the Ultrax’s present location. Perhaps later, once power was restored, the predatory unit leader would find a way to bounce a signal off several satellites in order to give a cryptic and ambiguous response to the cycloptic mech without the risk of being found. Although, by that time the one-eyed scientist might very well know of, or at least suspect, the Predacons’ betrayal and therefore sending any kind of misleading message would be a mute point.

Razorclaw then overheard Starscream’s demand for a status update, as well, which Thrust was gracious enough to give the Seeker Commander. A moment later, Headstrong’s gruff voice bellowed forth, telling everyone to step aside and allow him to break the blast door down. While the other Predacons leapt out of the way for fear of being hit, Razorclaw calmly stepped aside as the mechanical rhinoceros struck the doors dead center, forcing his horn between the two sides and creating a thin crack that was just wide enough to allow Motormaster’s intense lights to seep into the bridge like a shining beacon in the night. The Stunticon Commander’s powerful actuators soon appeared through the crack and began to pry the two doors apart as the scraping sounds of metal on metal echoed all around them in an irritating fashion.

“Of course, Commander," Razorclaw responded to Motormaster’s subsequent request for further assistance with the doors. “You heard him, Predacons! Let’s get these blast doors all the way open!" The Predacon leader placed his sword away and grabbed both sides with each taloned hand, forcing the doors further apart until they were in their respective slots and the space in between was more than adequate for a mech the size of the Stunticon Commander to finally step through.

Corridors

Drag Strip had managed to find his way through the almost pitch black halls of the Ultrax utilizing his head-mounted light. It wasn’t great but it was better than feeling his way in near total darkness. Once the yellow Stunticon had reached the repair bay he found that the blast doors were shut across the regular ones. “Great," Drag muttered to himself as he pounded his fist on the sealed entranceway. Until primary power was restored it would be near impossible to get inside without a very large mech to pry the doors apart.

I guess my repairs will have to wait, Drag Strip thought as he turned his back to the repair facility doorway. It was no use to continue banging as anyone inside that could hear him was just as helpless to get out as he was to get in. The only way to remedy the situation was to reactivate the main generator, which was down in the engineering section of the ship. Well, it looks like it’s up to me since no one else is as capable as I am.

Drag Strip then maneuvered away from the repair bay and through the blackness that surrounded him until he found the access hatch he was looking for. Opening it, the former racer climbed into the jefferies tube and swiftly made his way down the ladder which would lead him to the lower levels of the ship.
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby Ember » Mon Mar 05, 2012 9:02 pm

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
Bounce Chamber

Nightraven looked to Skywarp as the black and purple Seeker had begun to address Ramjet about his so called apology, which he failed miserably at. The Conehead had become irate when she mentioned that she did not want to be cornered alone with him in order for him to give his apology. Nightraven gripped Skywarp’s hand tighter when Ramjet began to nearly throw a fit.

Thankfully the Conehead had decided to try and cool himself off and moved away from her and Skywarp. She tugged on the teleporter’s arm to try and get him to stop antagonizing the hardheaded Seeker, but he proceeded anyway.

"Skywarp, please." She whispered.

She took a slight step back while she kept her optics glued to the white and maroon Seeker.

“You want to just leave him here? He gets out and he’ll come after us. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather be safe than sorry."

She kept her voice low, but she knew that Ramjet could still here her. Nightraven finally broke her gaze and refocused her attention on the Seeker holding onto her hand. She flashed him a slight smile, but shook her head as she opened a private link with him.

>>"Maybe just this once. But once he’s out we’ll have to watch our backs."<<

She stepped in as close as possible to Skywarp as she waited for him to teleport the two of them out of the locked Bounce Chamber.

>>"Get me out of here."<<
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby Insidious » Tue Mar 06, 2012 10:27 am

Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Bridge

Rampage didn't need to be told twice to help Motormaster. Having the blast doors doors effectively sealing them on to the bridge had started to create the sensation of feeling caged. Rampage hadn't really noticed it at first, but now it was very much evident in his functioning and he didn't like it. He was feeling more paranoid and ineffective than he normally would. It needed to be put to a stop as soon as possible.

With the remainder of the Predacons now assisting both of the unit commanders, it was a relatively simple task to force the doors the rest of the way open. It was obvious that the ship's designer's had truly intended for the bridge to remain sealed off if those particular doors were ever engaged in battle. They would definitely be a pitspawn to get through under normal circumstances.

Stepping back, Rampage now looked from Razorclaw to Motormaster. Then over to Starscream. So many combustible elements in one room. But Rampage made no further action. The unit alpha would make the next move, and he would follow.
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby Smokescreen85 » Wed Mar 07, 2012 8:07 pm

Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Bounce Chamber

Skywarp had barely felt the gentle tug on his arm from Nightraven, who wanted him to stop antagonizing Ramjet any further. The teleporter really didn’t care anymore as he was tired of the white conehead’s disrespectful and lousy attitude towards him. ‘Warp only backed off slightly once Nighty pleaded with him to stop. She also didn’t like the idea of just leaving Ramjet here for fear that he would come after them at a later cycle.

“What’s he going to do to us, cry some more?" Skywarp whispered back, not caring if the conehead overheard him or not. The seeker femme then opened a private channel to him and finally agreed that they should get the slag out of there.

>>”Your wish is my command."<< The teleporter commed back before both he and Nightraven disappeared from Ramjet’s sight.

Corridor outside Bounce Chamber

Skywarp reappeared in a flash of light with Nightraven by his side. The purple light quickly disappeared, rendering the corridor dark once more. The teleporter’s head-mounted light was still on, providing some illumination to their surroundings.

“There, now that’s much better," the prankster commented, happy to finally be away from Ramjet’s whining. “Thanks for giving me the okay to get us out of there, Nighty. I don’t think my audio receptors could have taken much more of his complaining." Looking both ways down the corridor, Skywarp considered what to do next. “Well, I guess we should head to the bridge to see what the slag happened. Unless, you have a better idea, Nighty."

Engineering Deck

Drag Strip reached the bottom of the ladder where he exited the jefferies tube. Stepping out onto the main engineering deck, the former racer moved ahead slowly, allowing the light on the side of his cranial unit to guide the way. It had been a long time since he had been down on this level, but he still remembered the way like the back of his hand. This area of the ship was just as junked up as the rest, but it was nothing that would distract the yellow mech from doing what needed to be done. After all, he was well accustomed to the filth and debris that littered the Stunticon vessel.

After rounding a corner, Drag Strip came to the door of the generator room. Unfortunately, like many of the other entranceways to important areas of the ship, this one was also blocked by a blast door. Fraggit! Drag thought to himself as he punched the impenetrable barrier with his one hand. His hopes were now almost dashed that he would be able to restore main power to the ship. Leaning back against the adjacent wall, the former racer looked up and caught sight of a large vent in the ceiling. That’s it! I’ll crawl through the air ducts!

Finding a metal box that was sturdy enough to stand on, Drag Strip climbed on top and reached up, grabbing a hold of the vent cover with both hands. After a few strong tugs, Drag pulled the cover free and threw it down with a loud clank before reaching back up again with both hands and pulling himself into the ventilation shaft. The former racer then crawled his way through the tight tunnel in the direction of the generator room. Once he had reached another vent, he looked down and saw that he was now directly over his destination.

Generator Room

Using his feet, Drag Strip kicked through the second vent cover, which sent it flying to the floor below. After more loud clanks that echoed through the room, Drag dropped down from the air duct, landing swiftly on his feet. He quickly located the primary generator against the far wall. At first glance it appeared to be intact, but looks could very well be deceiving especially in the dark.

The former racer made his way over to the mechanism for a closer inspection. His initial scans served to confirm that the generator was undamaged, at least on the outside. Further scans showed that the internal circuitry was also unharmed. This was good news, indicating that the reason the ship had no power lie not with the generator, itself, but possibly with the circuit breaker that was designed to protect it from a power surge or overload.

Drag Strip approached the main breaker unit situated to the right of the generator, and sure enough, it had been tripped and needed to be reset. The null field that knocked everyone out was the likely culprit, but it mattered little now. Opening the access panel on the side of the breaker, Drag began the task of resetting all of the internal switches. Once that was completed, he hit the main lever and the generator roared back to life, bathing the room in a bright glow.

“Yes, I did it!" Drag Strip announced proudly with no one around to hear him. He then replaced the access panel on the breaker unit and stood up as the blast doors that sealed the room retreated into the walls on either side. Meanwhile, power flowed again throughout the entire frigate as lights and computer terminals flickered back on one by one. The yellow mech then opened a comm line to the Stunticon leader in order to inform him of the good news.

>>”Commander Motormaster, this is Drag Strip. I was able to reactivate the main generator. Overall energon levels are still very low, but at least full power has now been restored."<<
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby Cryhavok » Thu Mar 08, 2012 7:05 am

Motto: ""It is all about pain.""
Weapon: Fusion-Powered Anti-Gravity Gun
Bridge

Just as Motormaster had been about to tell the Predacons to wedge the door so that I would stay open, power began returning to the millenias old Decepticon frigate. With power restored, the locks that kept the doors open slid to their places and the pressure Motormaster had been fighting against to keep the doors open came to sudden end.

>>"About time. What the slag took you so long?"<< The large Stunticon grunted his response to the transmission from Drag Strip. The racer had done good work but Motormaster was not about to admit it to the insufferable braggart.

>>"On the second thought, I don't want to know right now. The energon Octane acquired should be loaded in the hangar. Gather your brothers, feed some of the energon to the ship and secure the rest. We have the Predacons on board. No telling where this will lead to."<< Motormaster quickly added through internal communications relay so that no one else would hear.

With the Predacons withdrawing from the door, Motormaster's gaze fell on Razorclaw and from the Predacon commander to Starscream. "So you two want to talk with me? Well talk."
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby MaP_Prime » Thu Mar 08, 2012 12:34 pm

Bridge

Starscream watched the scene of trying to open the heavy blast doors unfold before him when the ships power returned and he looked u pas the lights for the bridged slowly flickered back to life. Motormaster soon stepped onto the bridge and the three ranking officers found themselves facing off with each other, the Seeker could sense the tension in the air. Although up to this point Motormaster had been on his side with the arrival of the Predacaons and Combaticons the balance of power was shifting, meaning that the loyalty of the Stunticon leader could change depending on how future events unfold. Yet if Starscream hoped to further his own goals he had to be proactive.

"We need to determine the course of action we're going to pursue for the immediate future. Yes the question of leadership of the Empire is still in the air, but it will serve none of us if we start bickering over the leadership issue with Shockwave still a threat. To that end we need to solidify our position here on Earth. For the time being the Ultrax is hidden from Shockwave, but we can't rely on our location remaining a secret forever, it is possible that we will likely be discovered. We have to be prepared for that eventuality, a fall back position would be a good idea, but we also must be prepared to defend this location from a ground, air or even an orbital assault. Of course I don't mean to imply that we should remain on the defensive, once we have a secure position here to use as a base of operations we will need to strike at Shockwave to try and remove him from his current position and so we can then act like more civilized mechs and then determine the future of Decepticon leadership without a blood bath."

He stood at his full height, an emotionless look on his face. Starscream was well aware that he was coming across as someone trying to take control of the situation, ut of course that was exactly what was needed right now. To much time could be wasted dithering about trying to figure out who would take over the roll of coordinating the resistance to Shockwave, a mech was needed to step forward and assume that central role. If he managed to fill that role all the better.

"Of course we can't act in our individual groups, we must all work together in unison if we are going to unseat Shockwave. We should re-establish contact with the Combaticons, as well as Scrapper's and Baneblade's teams so we can determine a course of action and prepare a plan. Though I believe a prudent direction for us to go in is to ascertain exactly how many followers Shockwave has."
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby Insidious » Thu Mar 08, 2012 5:46 pm

Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Repair Bay

Dead End looked up and around, his optics returning to their standard luminescence as he noticed that some of the ship's core energy levels had been restored. He didn't have any real motivation beforehand to get up and move around, but he supposed now was as good a time as any.

"You have no idea how surprised I am that worked," Dead End said, pushing himself back up to his feet with a couple muted grunts of pain. "If it worked."

Though speaking mostly to himself, Breakdown was still in the area, and he was as receptive an ear as anyone on their team when it came to Dead End's unique outlook.

Walking over to one of the small repair suites, Dead End began gathering and organizing a few tools that he could use to assist his own internal systems with repairing the damage that Sunstreaker had done. He wasn't entirely certain he needed a trip to the CR chamber just yet and, even if he did, now was not exactly the time to throw oneself offline for any substantial length of time. The odds against waking up again were too high for the Stunticon warrior's own comfort.
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby Baneblade » Thu Mar 08, 2012 6:57 pm

Motto: "Scream....it only make it more fun"
Weapon: Plasma Cannon
Ultrax - Flooded Hallway/Down the Tubes

Runabout slowly came to his senses as his optics finally came back online, everything looked a little blurry as his optics started to focus in on his surroundings. It wasnt much that he had to take in - just darkness and wet. Yes wet. Why it was wet, Runabout wasn't really sure, but his internal gyroscope told him that his orientation wasn't as it should be.

"urgh...hey..hey bro..what the slag is happening?" Runabout spoke, his voice being metallic and resonated around his audio receptors. "Why can't I see anything...and why is it wet?"

Runamuck grumbled in the dimly lit corridor as the emergency lighting bathed everything in an evil red glow, even the normally sparkling white Battlecharger was turned a sinister shade of pink. Terriffic, pink! Just what a hardened Decepticon soldier should be wearing, pink! Well not much more to do then, time to take the hood off.

Runamuck sloshed over to Runabout and with one quick tug, he dislodged his brother from the corridor wall, and he let him splash down into the ankle deep slosh that had come in from the Ultrax's breached hull. The black battlecharger hit the floor with a metallic splash and a startled yelp before he struggled to lift himself upright, a slew of cybertronian curses flowing from his mouth as the water drained out from the barrell on his head. Runamuck just stood there and chuckled at the misfortune of his dipstick of a brother.

"What the slaggin, frakkin', fraggin'....what was that for?!" Runabout ranted as he stood up, using the wall of the corridor as an aide, the barrell still obscuring his vision as he looked from left to right.

"Hold still you dipstick!" Runamuck snapped as he grabbed the oil drum around Runabout's head and stated to tug and pull.

"OW! Hey!" Runabout protested as he felt that his head was going to be unscrewed by his brother's relentless tugging and pulling.

"Just shut up and hold still you techno-organic ******!" There was an audible scraping of metal and a schlunk as the last of the water spilled out and down Runabout's faceplate. Runamuck held the oil drum in both his hands before he tossed it casually over his shoulder, and it made a clang and a splash as it bounced off the wall and then into the water.

"So what the frag just happened? I mean last thing I know is I'm whuppin yo' aft in a race down the hallway bro" Runabout half bragged, half questioned as he rubbed the side of his head where the drum had scraped some of the paintwork on his head. Runamuck, was less than amused, and as such he turned and proceeded to slosh halfway back up the semi-flooded hallway, grumbling to himself under the semi red glow of the emergency lighting.

"Hey bro...I'm" Runamuck wheeled round at Runabout and erupted at his sibling.

"Just shut your tin-trap Runabout! Incase you haven't noticed, we're foot deep in water." Runabout looked down as if to say 'oh' as he lifted a foot up out of the water as Runamuck continued his tirade. "...I'm constantly looking out for you! Watching your back, because everytime you screw up, I'm the one cleaning up after you! And whats more..."

Runamuck stopped as there was a flickering above their heads as the lights in the corridor - the ones that were working anyway - came back on, illuminating the murky, greasy water they stood in, and removing the hellish red glow from the emergency lighting. A grinding thunk at their respective rears signified that the emergency blast doors had opened, allowing access back to the other parts of the rusting ship.

"Well..." Runamuck said as he folded his arms over his chest "...That changes a lot of things." He looked back down at Runabout and then to the hole still present in his twin's side. He turned and walked further back up the flooded corridor, the ankle deep water spread far up towards the turbo shaft that would take the duo back up to the med bay, and as the duo entered the turbo shaft, Runamuck poked his twin hard in the chest.

"You, ya great pile of lugnuts..." Runamuck began "...Are going back into the med bay to get the hole in your guts patched back up, and you will stay there..." Runabout was about to speak but was cut off again and again by Runamuck. "You will stay there...You won't move, and you slaggin well better not get in Patchwork's way like you did before!"

Med bay

The battlechargers arrived at the med bay as the blast doors were opening up, allowing the access to the med bay, and Runamuck was essentially boot-marching Runabout up to the doctors, both his hands were tightly gripped - one around Runabout's shoulder, and the other around the scruff of his neck. The black battlecharger began to protest that he was ok, but Runamuck was having none of it, and forced his twin into the medbay in search of Patchwork.

"Hey Patchwork, you still in here?" Runamuck called out as he planked Runabout down on one of the repair table. He spun on Runabout. "That concentrated Energon that Patchwork gave you earlier has now worn off, so you're back to boring old Runabout..." Runamuck straightened up "...You do as Patchwork says, or I'll feed your sorry hide to Motormaster!"

Runamuck sighed as he turned to leave the med bay. He had to do something fast, or he would go stir crazy. Maybe if he went to the bridge, he might find something useful to do there, after all, one could only take so much of babysitting a pain in the aft such as Runabout before one got to the end of their fuse. Runamuck decided to open a private channel to Motormaster, risking a verbal nutbusting from the ferocious Stunticon leader - still better a kick in the lugnuts from Motormaster, than one from Contemptor. The thought made his spinal strut shivver, but Runamuck took the risk anyway.

>>"Motormaster, this is Runamuck...I've just deposited that dipstick of a twin of mine in the Medbay, and I am approaching the Bridge...I await further orders"<<
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby ChaosWave360 » Thu Mar 08, 2012 9:15 pm

Weapon: Particle Beam Cannon
Bridge

Thrust examined the situation the decepticons are in right now. Looking at the tension between the three ranking officers, he could feel that a fight was going to happen. When that happens, the decepticons will split into two where one side will be stronger than the other. Knowing full well that Starscream will not tolerate any unnecessary drama on a damaged ship, he decided to act calmly and tell them on what to do with the situation. He if ever want to move up in the ranks among the decepticons, he would have to kiss up to Starscream and Motormaster. With Motormaster approval, he can easily be at there right side and at the end of this battle with Shockwave, he can be second in command to the air commander. Thrust goes up towards the group and proceeds to announce his plans.

“I’m sure the humans have like a satellite dish, we could easily reprogram it. With the dish reprogramed, we can download the information into the ultrax to determine how many followers Shockwave has. I’m sure the one eye cyclops has a list of followers somewhere in the data banks."
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Re: Kurile Trench - The Ultrax

Postby Ember » Fri Mar 09, 2012 10:58 pm

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
Corridor outside Bounce Chamber

Nightraven had ignored Skywarp’s whispered remark before opening the private link in order to tell him to them out of there. Leaving Ramjet to sulk alone in the bounce chamber was something she normally would try to talk someone out of, but she was anxious to just get away from the conehead.

The femme had stepped in close to Skywarp; her shoulder and wing rubbing lightly against the teleporter as he quickly teleported them both out in to the corridor just outside of the bounce chamber. Her hand remained firming in his. The sudden warp had shaken equilibrium and used him to steady her from toppling over.

With her free hand, Nightraven rubbed her forehead trying to shake the unease in her spinning processor.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that," she murmured before she turned her attention back to the black and purple seeker.

At Skywarp’s over-exaggeration of just how badly he couldn’t stand Ramjet’s whining, Nightaven flashed him a wry grin before she brought up her hand to shield her optics from the light still illuminated on the side of Skywarp’s head. She had adjusted her optics’ input to a more sensitive setting in order to compensate for the low lighting.

She sighed gratefully when he turned his head to look down the corridor in both directions wonder aloud what they should do next.

Nightaven turned her attention back up to the Elite Seeker when he asked if she had a better idea other than heading to the bridge. Of course you’d have to ask me that standing in this darkened corridor with your hand still gripping mine. Wait, I haven’t let his hand go either.

Her mouthplate opened slightly as she casually looked down and back up to his optics, an apprehensive smile crossing her face as he slowly released his hand.

“I...um…maybe…I’d actually like to check up on Hellion. If you don’t mind?"

She quickly averted her gaze down to the floor; however her head snapped back up and looked to the ceiling as the lights, surprisingly flickered back to life. From her gaze at the ceiling, Nightraven brought her optics back to meet Skywarp’s. She flashed him a small smile as she reached up and tapped the light still illuminated on the side of his head.

“I think you can turn that off now."
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