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Tantrum wrote:"Looks like my kinda terrain,"
Headstrong wrote:”Rampage please. You had your tank full of Ore-13 for the Fallen campaign. Your memory is as short as your attention span.”
Divebomb wrote:"Every surge of new power makes is too quickly adjusted too, making it easy to forget what we had to subsist on previously."
Divebomb wrote:"Following provided coordinates. The extraction equipment I requisitioned is following us down on a Vehicon-piloted supply shuttle.”
Divebomb wrote:“So, where do we start?”
Razorclaw wrote:“Assume your alt modes. Now!”
Razorclaw wrote:“According to my scans there is an old lava tube about 10 meters down. Once we access it, the tunnel should lead directly to the Ore-13 deposit.”
Tantrum wrote:“What next? Patrol, stomping errant lackeys, or roaming mindlessly like this world’s lifeforms?”
Rampage wrote: “Aye. Need us to rock’em, sock’em and send them on a highway to hell?”
Headstrong wrote:”Nothing.” Headstrong snorted as he chimed in to give his opinion to Tantrum and Rampage and laid down. ”What the slag there is to do for a Predacon in a place like this but bore ourselves to death?”
Tantrum wrote:“What next? Patrol, stomping errant lackeys, or roaming mindlessly like this world’s lifeforms?”
Breakdown wrote:"Did we land or crash?"
Divebomb wrote:>>"Company,"<<
“Welcome, comrades, to what the fleshlings call the Congo. I trust your trip was uneventful.”
”Normally I’d tell you to Hakuna Matata, but honestly I’m feeling bored out of my mind as well.” Rampage sighed at the reality of things as Razorclaw reinforced the fact that all this was on Megatron’s orders. He pawed the ground, scratching the dirt and grass a little bit. Big oof. He, much like his fellow Madagascar-cast teammates, was not really feeling this. But then...Tantrum wrote:“Anything is better than standing here like… weaklings waiting to be preyed on. I am not weak!”
”Now we’re talking! That took long enough,” the pantherine mech said as he pawed the ground in anticipation. Soon enough, but also sure enough, a shuttle of familiar make had descended onto the ground.Divebomb wrote:>>"Company,"<<
Offroad chuckled. Breakdown would be fun to mess with. “Why, of course, Breakdown,” the daredevil said as he pierced his gaze into the Stunticon’s optics. “Why else would I be present here?” He stood back a little and chuckled. “I joke, Breakdown. I have no intention of killing you, or anyone else present here. You may calm your circuits.”Breakdown wrote:"The frag! You tryin' to kill me? Hmm....are you?"
”That seems like an understatement on its own.” It was true. Although some of the others were showing their distaste for the organic flora and fauna around, Offroad personally didn’t care too much. It was just another type of environment he was used to. A little mud wouldn’t do any wrong.Motormaster wrote:”Seems bit of an overkill from Megatron to send us all here.”
Rampage wrote: ”Normally I’d tell you to Hakuna Matata, but honestly I’m feeling bored out of my mind as well.”
Rampage wrote: “Hey, you see them? They look like they’re straight out of Fast & Furious,” he said, "Hopefully this'll be better than staring at a tree for another vorn or however long this takes."
Motormaster wrote:”They usually are Razorclaw. Doesn’t look like much. Seems bit of an overkill from Megatron to send us all here.”
Scrapper wrote:“I’ve seen this picture before.”
Scrapper wrote:"I've got my men started on the mining process. I trust you and the other Predacons haven't run into any trouble since being sent down here, eh?"
Breakdown wrote:"Bet we could help Bonecrusher clear away some of this green organic crud.”
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