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Date Posted: 17:18:17 07/08/01 Sun
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Just because I can. :) A few Spoiler scenes from my MST series and part 9 of Phases.
(whaps self with a crowbar) NO MORE EPICS! NO MORE SLAGGING EPICS! :) Yes, Phases is an epic....(sigh)
Heya all, on another note....updates any time soon?
taao!
Taratron
from "Savage Planet" MST
"I approve, Smokescreen," she mused. "Your beast mode may not be physically strong, but it has its uses.
Manterror (Scarblade): Yes…it looks like a chicken!
Taratron (Smokescreen): So?
Manterror (Scarblade): I’m hungry.
Assist Gambit with the Maximals. We need them operational, and on our side, as soon as possible."
"Of course, Scarblade," Smokescreen offered
Manterror: A bowl of peanuts.
Ligare: Fuzzy dice.
Taratron: Illicit photographs.
, bowing her head as she left the Vendetta's bridge with Gambit.
Taratron: And you know what those Maximals are thinking.
Ligare: Either they are wetting their armor right now, or they are so bored with this plot they don’t care.
Manterror: I vote the second.
The clicking of razor-sharp talons against the strong deck plates could be heard as Steeltalon approached Scarblade from behind.
Taratron (Steeltalon): Sneak….sneak…..sneak….POUNCE!
Manterror: HAH! You’re It!
Steeltalon was visibly annoyed, narrowing her saurian eyes as she came close to her commander.
Manterror (sighs): Do I even need to mention Dinobot?
Taratron: No.
Manterror: Good.
Ligare (Scarblade): Were you trying to Tag me?
Manterror: So he’s attacking a base of females with himself and one other bot? What do we call that?
Ligare: Vast stupidity?
Taratron: Maximal thought?
Manterror: Lucky males. (is swatted by Taratron)
Ligare (holds head in hands): And here it comes…
Taratron: What?
Ligare: Lines. Dear Primus LINES!
"Don't bother coming out," Trotax growled, giving Scarblade and her crew an evil grin as he pulled out his quasar rifle. "We'll let ourselves in.
Taratron: Delivery points?
Ligare (grudgingly): 7.
Manterror: A rifle? WHERE are the big guns!
Clawstriker, demolish their computer!
Manterror (computer): NEVER!
Taratron: And suddenly all the computers activate the defense system. The resistance ENDS!
Manterror (perking): Really?
Taratron: No.
Manterror: Aw….
Windstrike, Darksphere, destroy the rest of them.
Manterror (the rest of the computers): Never! DIE!
Taratron (pats him on the shoulder): Let it go. Just let it go.
Scarblade is mine."
Ligare (blinks): Bug?
Manterror: Hm?
Ligare: Yours.
Manterror: Hm? Oh! Right. (reads the line) EWWWWWW! Mental pictures! OUT! EWWWWWWWWWW!
Taratron (laughs)
Scarblade viciously fired her laser pistol at Trotax as he gloated over his apparent defeat of the Vendetta's defense systems.
Taratron: Defeat? He opened a wall!
Ligare: Apparent? Yes, this one is NOT doomed to fail…(sighs)
Manterror: Why is he gloating? He has not even fired a shot yet!
Taratron: Males.
Manterror and Ligare (glare at her)
and from part 9 of Phases:
"You don’t remember anything?" His face, so twisted in raw fury and pain, and his words seemed to explode from him, racing expulsions of dead heated air.
"Dinobot, perhaps? Bazil? The damned Draconians or the Predacons or slag even the Maximals, someone playing with chemicals, someone mixing, someone twisting and testing on organic animals and suddenly one was lost? One little rat, mouse, bird, something free and alive and pressing with disease? Out into the wild and into the force and then death, and we all know how messy death is…and then something passed it by, sniffed it over, touched it, and then spread on? And died? Or attacked something and then died? And we repeat the sniff cycle and by then whatever slagging idiot made this, made this Armageddon in microtube form, has figured it all out, hey this is fatal and throws away the bodies, burns them…touching them still and maybe forgot to sanitize everything before touching someone else? A hand, a slipped finger, an embrace, a kiss…
"You don’t remember how Tigatron and Airazor and Fullforce or Halfcrash or Crazy Eyes, all the patrollers, never came back? How their ComLinks were found mangled, dead, torn apart? How we found body parts and by then the new patrollers had touched the parts and then they came back to Axalon, back to DarkSide, with the parts, the bodies, and they couldn’t transform anymore? How Tarantulas was found locked in his lab, trapped in beast mode and little more than a metal exoskeleton? How he attacked everyone who came near him? How he ripped Inferno apart, and then died, bloody and screaming in spider tongue? No more bot speak for him? And of course someone touched the bodies, we always touched the bodies, and then we began to transformation lock, and then the bases were losing sides, the war was losing fighters, but everywhere outside them were bodies, and more bodies? More carriers, passed by blood and touch and by Primus perhaps even a mutated strain in the air, touching and striking everyone and thing save plants?
"So then we start to notice the bodies…all these animals piling up, and it seems, why, by Primus it gets BETTER because this viral attacks the mind and circuits alike, and then you start to lose reality and your gears strip down, your beast mode rotting away even as your mind does? And parts and bits of you the CR chamber never saw start to decay off? Acid and rabies and all! Metal and flesh alike. This thing…this thing had to be damn GOOD!"
He leaned back, snarling, his grip iron.
"You sit there with those innocent eyes and tell me that you don’t remember attacking Rattrap, attacking Optimus, and now he’s dead too, though Rattrap was shredded long before then by some freakish wolf that may have been Firstborn or Larkspur or even a natural wolf, because this lovely disease, viral, whatever, rips through those systems, and madness follows, and rabies is all Sentinel could say. Before Rhinox took his horns through all the systems. I bet he’s still there, dead by now, I’m sure.
"Or Dinobot or Sabretalon, and I’m sure it’s some act of irony somewhere that they ended up dead themselves by themselves…or Waspinator and BuzzSaw disappearing and then parts found, mangled and chewed on, and wolves and foxes with their carcasses. Eating metal. Metal. Of all the things to do…"
--Noctorro to Cheetor
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