(Think I have it ironed out now.
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Name: Dessicator
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Artillery
Alt. mode: Cybertronian Tank
Weapons: Gattling gun attached to his right arm, mortar launcher on left shoulder capable of launching incendiary and explosive shells, and an EMP emitter on his right shoulder with a limited range of 100 ft(-5).
Special Abilities: An EMP emitter on his left shoulder with an effective range of 100 ft. Despite its smaller size, the emitter is an enormous drain on Dessicator’s energy, limiting its usage to once per battle or recharging phase. While its effects are immediate, it is a weak pulse and only limits the target’s abilities to move for less than a minute, but leaves their other functions fully operative. Unless properly protected (extra electrical shielding like for space travel, working around radiation, etc), the effects of the EMP can cease motor functions in most mechs for about a minute or two.
Height: 30 ft/9.14 m
Quote: “Tank you very much”
Appearance: Painted in gray, black, and green stripes camouflage, but it’s chipped and dented as he refuses to have his “battle scars” repaired. Has a mouth guard on fulltime, displaying only his eyes and leaving what he looks like beneath a mystery.
Strength: 8
Intelligence: 5
Dexterity: 5
Speed: 3
Endurance: 8
Courage: 7
Firepower: 8
Accuracy: 7
Melee: 4
Tech Skill: 4
Charisma: 6
Rank: Profile: Easy to get along with, he’s known as a partier when not on duty. He’s even been known to make decisions when one he considers a friend needs help, resulting in frequent trips to the CR chamber of brig following those confrontations. His apparent loyalty and overzealousness belies his true aggressive personality. He’s a long believer in the fastest way to victory is through complete destruction of the Autobot forces. He often accepts any mission that allows him to obliterate any outpost or transport from a distance. He’s reluctant to work with others, as he wishes to bask in the destruction of his enemies, but he has been known to tolerate those forced on him by the higher command. They sometimes even come back… if they didn’t rush into the artillery zone too quickly.
Despite his imposing size and physical strength, he’s not known for melee combat. In fact, there are more than a few rumors about him being bested by mechs he should’ve squashed with ease. He laughs off the rumors, though humor never seems to reach his optics. Due to his stature, most don’t press him on the topic, but when they do, his gattling gun or emp emitter ends any fight before it gets started.
Abilities: In robot mode, he has a gattling gun attached to his right arm and a mortar launcher on his left shoulder capable of launching incendiary and explosive shells. On his right shoulder is an EMP emitter with a range of 300 ft that’s meant strictly as a defensive measure.
In tank mode, he’s capable of lobbing incendiary and explosive shells up to two miles with an accuracy rate of 80%.Due to the type of shells he uses, he’s not concerned with accuracy. In robot mode, he has a mortar launcher on his
Weaknesses: Despite his imposing size and strength, Dessicator’smelee ability is average at best as he prefers to let his array of weaponry deal with his foes. He tends to freeze when in a confrontation if his EMP emitter is still charging.
Sample Post: A gentle breeze blew past, carrying small fragments of dirt and debris past a large gray and black striped tank as its turret turned and lowered, locking in on its target.
“That’s right, you’re all mine,” the tank mumbled to itself as its targeting systems measured the wind velocity and other factors before signaling now was the perfect time to fire for optimal efficiency with a series of beeps.
“Bombs away, Autobots.” As it spoke, the tank’s trigger depressed on its own and the cannon fired. The recoil was absorbed by the hulk of the vehicle as it barely shifted backward. Another round was loaded and the trigger depressed again, sending another incendiary shell into the small fortification below.
As a third was lowered, the turret turned to the left slightly before firing. The third shell was on its way as the first two impacted the main building below, exploding in a shower of flames and debris.
The third round struck a smaller building attached to the main one. As it exploded, its heat triggered the Autobot’s stored munitions and energon supply, setting off a chain reaction that quickly spread. In nanokliks, the fortification was in ruins and burning.
“Oops. Must’ve hit their transport as well. So much for downloading what they knew.”
Despite knowing he’d failed one objective, the tank chuckled, transforming into a thirty-foot-tall mech. The cannon shrank, collapsing in on itself before coming to rest in his left shoulder as mortar launcher. A narrow medium-sized dish extended out of his right shoulder and faced front. His red eyes lowed, giving him the appearance of smiling beneath the faceshield covering his lower face. He turned his head slowly, taking in the scene below. A couple of Autobots ran about, there wasn’t any sign of the others.
“Hope you enjoyed your taste of Dessicator, Autobots,” he said, as shoulder-mounted mortar launcher fired another salvo of incendiary shells at the scrambling mechs.
One of the ‘bots disappeared in a shower of spark and shattered pieces, but the other disappeared. Not liking leaving a survivor, Dessicator stepped forward and jumped from the rocky ledge he’d chosen as his vantage point.
He landed less than a hundred feet below on the ground, the weight of his impact sent up a large dust cloud.
Still nothing. No further movement or attack on him. It meant one of two things: they were too damaged to return fire or they didn’t have a weapon. Both options pleased him.
So much the better.He calmly walked toward the small fortification that had been an Autobot listening post. Few things pleased him more than Decepticon Intelligence getting their facts right. It looked like the post had only been manned by two ‘bots, as he’d expected. Whether he ‘d terminated the tech specialist or warrior had yet to be known.
As he stepped into the area where he’d last seen the other ‘bot, he paused to scan the area. Nothing moved except the flames and some loos debris. Harrumphing, he turned to leave when he heard the distinctive powering up of a laser weapon.
“Don’t… move.” The remaining Autobot stepped from behind a charred part of the building with a laser rifle pointed at Dessicator’s chest. The Autobot’s hand wavered as fluid ran down his remaining arm and energon streaks covered his face.
Dessicator obeyed, not twitching a servo as he sent power to the device on his right shoulder. “Whatever you say, Autobot. I’m impressed you survived. It doesn’t happen often.”
“Shut up! You… killed… Marv—”
He didn’t finish as an EMP surge shot from the emitter on Dessicator’s right shoulder. The pulse locked up the Autobot’s servos and fried his pathways, deactivating all but a few of his programs.
The gattling gun on Dessicator’s right arm started spinning as he raised it. “Sorry, but you make a much better target. Tank you later.” He pressed the trigger and sent hundreds of rounds at the frozen ‘bot.
