OOC: this is gonna be fun
OOC EDIT: just got Runamuck approved yarr.....
Road 58 - Overdriven Insanity Part 1Runabout cackled like an insane psychotic as the bus he ploughed through was ripped in half as he moved onto smashing the next hapless car, forcing it off the road and into one of the stone pillars of the bridge above. He was enjoying himself immensely with the carnage he was causing. That and there was the small matter of the beef he had with that damned trophy hunter who was still on the Ultrax. Wreaking the traffic was his way of figuring out a battle plan if the situation ever arose.
The roaring transmission removed his happy mood. Dammit he had forgotten that
Motormaster was playing watchdog on this mission.
>>
"Runabout. What the slag is holding back the two of you?! When I give an order, I expect them to be obeyed. You are already due for a lesson in pain, you'd better make sure I don't get any angrier."<<
'
aw slaggit....ruin my fun whydoncha!' Runabout grumbled under his breath before replying to the bullying stunticon
++Yeah yeah Motor-yap...we're heading over and will be with you stunti-show-offs in a moment...its not like yer hard to find!++
Runabout's sarcastic remark was emphasised with more of the wreaked cars that littered the road. However the Battlechargers had brought their own share of mayhem to the table. Phoenix Arizona Police had issued a warrant for the arrest of the drivers of two Ford Mustang's, and this warrant was already passed through to other states.
The black and whites were following in their own high speed cars, but Runabout was not going to let them slow him down.
he was already concerned that Contemptor had wanted to tear his head off, and the last thing he needed was a beating from diesel-breath.
There was a shout from one of the pursuing Police Chargers, and Runabout pulled a sharp one-eighty and threw it into reverse as he let loose with some fire from his guns, hammering the chasing police and demolishing their vehicles.
"That's how its done!" he howled in amusement as the front charger exploded and flipped over, causing the additional cars to scatter and crash into already wreaked cars and other vehicles that littered the highway.
He pulled another one-eighty and thundered off, charging ahead in Battlecharger mode, his overdriven engine howling as he ripped along, crashing through the already ruined vehicles that bore the signs of the Stunticons already apparent trail of destruction. Runabout just added to it in a more artistic fashion. One human had managed to move his vehicle back onto the road, and Runabout saw another opportunity to leave his stamp on the road to the refinery.
"You loose meatbag!" Runabout cackled as he tore the car in half, one of his ramplates ripping the human's seat out with him attached before the serrated metal of the halved car sliced deep and deadly.
Some of the blood had managed to splatter onto Runabout.
"tch disgusting..."
Runabout feel sullied and foul for having the fleshling's life-force touch him. But the end was finally here as he thundered into the oil refinery, his form reverting back to that of the Ford Mustang Boss.
Three humans came running his way, waving their arms frantically as the hammered on the wind shield of the Mustang.
'Huh? They think I'm here to help?...heh heh.. oh this is gonna be a hoot!'
"Please!!!! Please help us!" cried one of the humans
"Oh I'll help you alright..." Runabout growled as he began to transform to reveal his true self. The humans froze in fear as Runabout reached down and plucked them up from the ground in one hand.
"C'mere ya meatballs!... I'll
help you alright...right back to my friends who can
really use with
your help!"
Making his way into the main area of the Refinery, Runabout spied the freshly transformed
Motormaster standing over
Octane and he was already barking out orders. "Stunticons! I am initiating phase four! Transform and stop playing around! I want enough fleshlings rounded up to circle Octane with to shield of living meat!"
Runabout looked down and noticed the group of stunned humans at the feet of the Decepticon Terrorist.
"And don't think I forgot you Earthlings." Motormaster snickered as he turned his gaze down towards several workers of the refinery that were standing near him, their mouths wide open of shock due to the events transpired before their very eyes. "Move it! I will not ask twice!"
Gleefully, Runabout held the humans in his grip and approached
Motormaster. He knew the Stunticon Leader would be in a pissy mood because he was late to the party - in fact, when was he
never in that type of mood? Runabout deposited the humans in an ungainly heap.
"
Motormaster... I found these three trying to make a split out the main gate. They came running from that main building there...could be the processing facility for this place...want it checked out?"
He commed Runamuck to see what was taking his twin so long.
++Runamuck ya lout, whats taking ya so long to get here? Double M is gonna beat us purple and black if ya don't hurry your aft up!++
++++++++++
++++++++++
Route 56 - Overdriven Insanity Part 2Runamuck thundered down behind his rampaging brother. There was a slew of black and whites on their tail. It just wouldn't be fun if they had turbocharged ahead of the earthlings. Where was the fun in that? Really? Still, being in Battlecharge mode, it gave them more of an edge as they smashed and hammered their way through the slew of traffic, cars tossed left and right like a child throwing its toys out of the box.
Runamuck was quiet since they left Phoenix. His merry little rampage on his way into the city had trumped what
Runabout had already done on the desert highway, and smugly he had one-upped his brother. Runamuck was, as the humans say it, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
He had listened to the incoming transmission from the Stunticon's resident bully and leader, and had thought of dignifying the growling anger filled transmission with an answer - but
Runabout had already beaten him to it.
'
Better him than me...I've had a beating from Motormaster before..I don't want another one anytime soon....'
++Yeah don't worry Double M...we just have a few loose ends to tidy up here and we'll be with you in a few nanoclicks!++
Runamuck watched as
Runabout pulled a one-eighty and opened fire upon the pursuing Police Chargers, and not one to be outdone, Runamuck carved through some electrical, and telephone pillars, the splintering chunks of wood littering the roadway, and amidst the broken shards of glass from ruined cars, it made the humans tyres very succeptible to going...
"Ah there we go!" Runamuck exclaimed as one Police Charger spun out as its tyres blew from the large splinters of wood and the broken glass. The car came off the roand and slammed straight on into a concrete bridge support, whilst some of the others dodged the falling wooden pillars.
Another Police Charger wasn't so lucky, as one of the pillars cam crashing down on the hood of the car and was forcibly thrust in through the wind shield of the car.
'
Thats two down to me....' Runamuck grinned as he joined his sibling in pulling a one-eighty and opened fire with his weaponry taking out another Charger shortly after one already went up in flames from
Runabout's less than graceful shooting, and, watching as the remaining Chargers scattered into already wreaked and lifeless vehicles, Runamuck pulled another one-eighty and hit the gas - opening up his turbo charged functions as he thundered up the battered highway.
He was only seconds behind Runabout, when, out of the corner of his optic, just in front of him was a recovered, speeding Bugatti Veyron. It was a gleaming smart looking car, and Runamuck - giddy like a protoform in a sweetshop - just had to play with it! Its driver, stricken with panic at what had been happening on the road, had initially slid off the road and came to a stop. But now recovered from the initial road rampage, he was desperately trying to escape the next wave of rampaging metal coming thundering up behind him. Only this time, this wave of thundering metal was playing for keeps!
Runamuck thundered up, the top of his turbo-charged engine visible through the top of his Battlecharger mode, the menacing rambars and ramplates grinning as he bashed and banged the rear of the expensive luxury car.
The human driver thought it was too much, and in a sheer fit of absolute total panic, misjudged the exit ramp and shot straight into the dividing wall - obliterating himself and the expensive supercar in a ball of fire and shredded metal and concrete.
Runamuck came rumbling up to the burning heap and transformed into robot mode. As he did so he looked wistfully at the broken and early ended chase, his optics narrowing at what might have been something to remember this mudball for...still...
a communication came through from
Runabout - and he sounded nervous.
++Runamuck ya lout, whats taking ya so long to get here? Double M is gonna beat us purple and black if ya don't hurry your aft up!++
++Correction Runabout...its you that's gonna get beaten purple and black... you're there... I'm not!++
Runamuck could almost pick up the groaning whine from his sibling as he transformed into his alternate mode and gunned his engine hard and fast before switching to Battlecharge mode and engaged his turbo-charger.
He took off down the highway towards the Refinery, leaving a burnout on the tortured asphalt, the smoke dissipating like a ghost as a soft breeze fanned the small flames of the ruined cars.
Sometimes it was a hard life being a Battlecharger, Runamuck thought to himself as he closed the gap between where his chase abruptly ended, and the entrance to the refinery, and as he arrived there, he caught a glimpse of the back of
Motormaster standing and growling orders. He was quite aware that the terrorist had managed to do something to the human workforce that was in the refinery..now where was... ah there he was!
Runamuck spied his erstwhile twin, gleefully holding a few of the planets resident meatbags in his hand before depositing them on the ground along with the other terrified workers, and - with any luck - it looked like Double M's temper hadn't broke yet! But then again, Runamuck and Runabout both knew that it didn't really take all that much to set
Motormaster off.
And so, driving into the compound, Runamuck resumed his robot mode once more approaching Runabout from the left and standing to the side of his sibling. He noticed that there was a streak of bright red against
Runabout's forearm, and he couldn't resist the jibe.
"You been hugging humans again
Runabout?" Runamuck said as he suppressed a snigger of enjoyment at tormenting his brother.
"Sorry we're late Double M..those humans and their black and whites can be a pit of a nuisance..its been like that ever since Runabout slagged one of their own outside of Phoenix City..." He conveniently glossed over his own little rampage through the city.
"So.. we're here...where do we start?"