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Power Base Team-Up
Date of Scene: 27 April 2019
Location: Power Base
Synopsis: Another fight at the Power Base! Decepticons vs Autobots with a twist.
Cast of Characters: Blast Off, Nightlash, Vortex, Brawl, Hyperdrive, Scrapper, Goth


Nightlash has posed:
High in the sky, still cloaked up and flying an overhead pattern as her drone flies a proper counterpattern, Nightlash is still...observing, watching the comings and goings, the entries and exits, and tallying everything up for purposes of reporting.

Unlike prior cycles of observation, though, she's armed her thermal imagers to try and simply track thermal signatures. Even if they're vague, indistinct, and otherwise unidentifiable, at least there's something to be said about knowing just /what/ sort of volume of occupants, participants, and otherwise the place has going on...

Brawl has posed:
Yet another fight night at the Power Base has arrived. Tonight's event is promised to be a team event. There's been quite the flux of spectators, all eagerly awaiting to see who will be fighting tonight. Lounging in his spot is Legonis, peering out boredly at the assembly as names are registered. Seizer had been beside him earlier but was called away on something urgent.

"Alright folks! The deadline to register for this event is over! Now for the moment you have all been waiting for.... the teams!"

There is a chorus of applause as large screens show some glitzy animations of fireworks. Then TEAM 1 scrolls across, followed by the names Scrapper and Blast Off. Team 2 isn't really announced as no one cares about the names of the prisoners who are presently being hauled out of the kennel and placed by the east fate. Aforementioned prisoners does include Hyperdrive, however.

"Looks like we get a Combaticon, and retruning champion Blast Off, fighting alongside a Constructicon. This ought to be interesting! Alright, now that you have your teams, Team 1 start at the West Gate and Team 2 will be assembled at the East Gate. When everyone is in place, the horn will blast, and the fight will begin."

Wow this announcer is really dropping the ball in terms of introductions. Maybe he's new.

Blast Off has posed:
"Team number ONE! That makes sense, I *am* the returning Champion, after all!" Blast Off proudly proclaims to his newly announced teammate Scrapper, shoulders rolling back and armor fluffing in approval. "You must be quite pleased to be matched with a champion such as myself!" Modesty is not a trait the Combaticon is exactly know for.

"Well..." He rubs hands together, "Let's see who is Team #2. Did you catch their names?" He looks around the arena for these Decepticon opponents he assumes they're about to meet. "You think Quake is one? He's here, right?" He also takes the time to wave and pose for anyone in the crowd who seems to be cheering him. Yes, yes, you may adore him now.

Goth has posed:
     Goth is sat on the sidelines, having once again come in as a medical staffer, least for the decepticons. (Needed to keep up practice some how!) He was sat in his seat, boarderly with his elbow rested on the chair's armrest, with his cheek planted in his hand, and one pede crossed over the others knee. Well this should be somewhat entertaining at least.

Scrapper has posed:
There's a Constructicon here!... Wait, why is there a Constructicon in here? Okay actually that's not that farfetched, the group has a long history with arenas, but Scrapper isn't the one you'd expect it to be fighting in one instead of building one. Then again, he does have that sinister artistic side to him, maybe he feels like playing in that field tonight. Only time will tell for certain.

Well at least he knows Blast Off is a capable fighter, if flimsy as all heck.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex is also on the sidelines. Maybe he didn't want to embarass himself again. "Okay lets see who Blast Off can scrub the floor with this week!" He exclaims, watching the fighters prepare.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive finds himself being lead away from his friend. There's a little bit of hesitation which is punctuated by a swift poke of a shock stick but then Hyperdrive follows the other mech to his fate. In his mind he goes over the rules and the tips that Tap-out has laid out for him. His armor is already rather damaged and a good portion of his color is no longer right since they had to patch the damage he'd already received from Quake. He tries to mostly keep his head down now that he's headed toward the arena. Already he's not looking forward to this fight. His trademark weapons are kept from him and his forcefield also disabled. He's never felt so exposed. "Fight well, make it entertainin and maybe they won't off ya....what sorta advice is that...." He can hear the deafening yells of the crowd which obscure the names of his opponents. "Wonder if Quake wants ta stomp me in front of everyone..." He waits behind the door and the other mech.

Brawl has posed:
Legonis looks around as the teams assemble and the anticipation of a great fight ripples through the crowd. He lifts his flute of enerwine and peers through it at the announcer. Said announcer looks nervous for a moment at this gesture, then begins to speak. "Alright, let's get this started!" Forcefields around most of the spectators go up, and the eight-petal sectioned roof begins to retract, opening up to the night sky.

The East portcullis rises. A gruff Decepticon with just as much charm as Quakes Triggercon posse, pushes Dashfist and Hyperdrive into the open. The gates shut behind them, barring any retreat. "Alright Decepticons, this should be an easy win for you! Meet your opponents! And show no mercy. Ready or not here-" The announcer's sentence is cut off by the piercing blare of a horn, signalling the beginning of the fight.

Dashfist is already backing away to a nearby wall, not used to such an... empty arena. There's no plan sight to disappear into with his mediocrity.

Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash hrms, thermals are slowly coming online and she takes a look at what's showing up... Well, the 'crowd' is obvious, then there's the dark space that's probably the arena proper, and...oh, there's a few heat signatures. She takes stock, zooming in to work on building some size comparisons and cataloguing them.

Oh, wait, there's the actual...door opening? Well, at least she knows the thermals are functional through the roof. She cycles them off, reverting to proper imagery and relishing the high definition field of view that it affords her.

Huh...and there's one mech she'd have to run through her databases to ID, but the other? Yep...she knows that one.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off glances over at Scrapper, who doesn't respond to him. Ok, maybe he's the silent type. Focused or something. Not completely unexpected, since he assumes they're about to meet Quake again. He looks around for Vortex in the crowd and nods his head towards him, but doesn't wave now because he's decided that's too undignified. And then- Ah!

Here we go! "Finally, let's do this," He says to Scrapper anyway, bracing, stance wide, waiting for Quake's large form to come lumbering out.... wait he's not there. Where... The shuttleformer blinks... where *is* his opponent? He straightens up, a bit confused, then finally sets sight on.... He feels his spark sinking. Is that.... Hyperdrive? He stares at the frightened Autobot, his equally frightened looking companion, then back at the announcer. Blink. "Is this a joke?"

Scrapper has posed:
This is... actually a favorable turn of events. Scrapper would much rather terrorize some Autobot punks than other Decepticons.

Blast Off, on the other hand, doesn't sound to pleased with it. "WEll of course it wouldn't be a rematch yet, Blast Off. You need to beat up some shleps to promote your superiority to your fans while your rival is brutally training for the eventual faceoff. That's how arenas work." As someone having to constantly deal with the likes of Hook, he knows where to poke and prod at an ego to get it working.

As for himself though, he gets right to work. As Dash, well, dashes off to the side Scrapper turns to follow, drawing his combination laser/tracing device and fires a low intensity shot after the scurrying scamp of a prisoner.

Goth has posed:
     Goth rolled his optics as he watched this, and glanced to Vortex. "Doesn't seem like it will be anything too thrilling, plain slaughter isn't as fun when they don't put up a decent enough fight." He'd huff... Well, this was Goth, he'd never outright admit it, but he was much more a adrenaline junkie then he'd willingly admit, he prefered hunting down his targets then just throwing them in front of some heavy hitters like Scrapper and Blast Off, no creativity whatsoever!

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns as he sees that Dashfist is already falling back. He turns to the mech, "Comeon! Ya gotta fight! or somethin. If ya don't fight, yer as good as dead. So at least try and put a dent in them. Hit and run or somethin." His optics rise and he sees a constructicon and a...oh boy. Combaticon. He tries to steel himself against the bit of fear that rises. On a good day he could have some fun with this. But he'd have his friends and his weapons. This...isn't exactly the games he signed up for. And Dashfist has become an easy target by running. He isn't sure what to do except try and distract scrapper. "So yer one of Scavenger's ugly friends. Shouldn't you be tryin ta pretend yer a builder or somethin?" He comes dashing in and tries to knock the con off balance though Dashfist has already been hit once.

Brawl has posed:
"And the fight begins - but what is this? Blast Off is just standing around." There is a short snort, but one look from Legonis and the Announcer quickly adds, in a slightly higher pitch, "Surely, though, he is just taking his time to size up his opponent and aim a strike in true sniper fashion." Legonis nods and sips his enerwine. "But Scrapper is getting right into it - and that little Autobot is getting right into his grill! Where'd the other - oh look, is an Autobot scared? Well this will be over soon!"

Seeing that little laser dot only makes Dashfist more uneasy. But Hyperdrive is right, and the mech sets his face into one of determination. Spreading out won't really do much, so following Hyperdrive's lead, Dashfist draws out a weapon. It's a crude blade, but most fighters who have survived a few fights have managed to earn them. Dashfist charges at Scrapper, swinging the blade.

Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash slows her overhead pattern to help steady the cameras both her and her drone are using to monitor the combat taking place below, carefully following the...well, at least Dashfist is fighting back. That's good.

And so is Hyperdrive. But Blast Off is frozen and not doing anything, which is worrisome...because in her experience, much like the announcer's voice booms out in confirmation, is that it's the precursor to something big.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex lounges back as he sees Blast off freezing. "Carry on with the show. No freezing in place. Man if we're gonna execute prisoners in the arena do it right." he seems tense about something.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off looks back at Scrapper. "...." He frowns under his faceplate. "Oh. I... see." He... doesn't want to look *bad* to his fans! Or "soft" on an Autobot. But... he looks back as Scrapper gets to work on one Autobot, seeming to leave him.... Hyperdrive. Oh joy. Uh. He huffs at Scrapper, pointing to Hyperdrive. "How is beating up an Autobot schlep straight out of his *Academy* days going to prove my superiority?!? It's a slaughter, not a contest of skill!"

Yet... the fight goes on. Blast Off glances back as the Announcer makes remarks about his hanging back, then looks as Hyperdrive even joins in the fight. The shuttleformer is torn, not into this idea AT ALL, but... again, he can't look too soft on Autobots either. This seems like a no-win situation for him, not to mention the Autobots. HOWEVER... This is NOT a death match, right? Hmm.

He /can/ do something. Blast Off begins striding towards the combatants, but his protests remain loud as ever. "This is *outrageous*! I demand *worthy* opponents, not this Autobot riffraff! This is hardly worth my time as a mighty Combaticon warrior!" He puts his arms out wide, beseeching to the crowd. Then his arms drop down and he "gets to business". Though 'business' seems to consist of Blast Off attempting to shoot the ground from under Hyperdrive's feet, to stop his attack on Scrapper more than to really hurt the 'Bot. Still, it IS laserfire.

Scrapper has posed:
Scrapper gets bashed by one Autobot, and the other trying to stab him with a crude but effecient weapon. But that is exactly what the mad engineer wanted, knowing the easiest way to provoke an Autobot was to threaten another Autobot. "Tch. So predictable." The blade does manage to cut into his side a bit, but Scrapper takes advantage of it to grab onto Dashfist before he can run away again. "But I will still try make this, hehehe, interesting~" He grips the back of the Autobot's helm with one hand, and then slam him face first into the ground.

At least not Blast Off is getting into it. Some what. That's more like it.

Goth has posed:
     Goth quirked a ridge at Vortex's tense nature, as it was out of the normal for the rotary, at least that he knew. "Hrmm?" He'd hem, looking over at Vortex, before back to the fight, as he took note of what Vortex said over the commlink vs his posture, and crossed his arms. "Ahh, there's that prissy nature of his." He'd huff. "Seem's Scrapper is enjoying himself."

Vortex has posed:
Vortex seems distracted, almost disturbed by something. He moves his hand to a rotor "Hmm? I'll talk to you about it later Goth. This fights um Good right?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive gets the ground shot out from under him and he ends up faceplanting for a moment. Rolling to his feet he tries to focus on the combaticon. Letting the mech shoot from afar isn't going to help him at all. Blast off is too good. So, he's got to bring the fight to Blast Off. Hyperdrive purposely doesn't come at Blast off in a straight line, using what he can to help protect him from the sharp shooter. But he has to make this look good, so now he throws in that extra speed and launches himself at the combaticon to try and hit the mech.

Brawl has posed:
In response to Blast Off's outcry, there's a mix of booing and hollering. What is it. A chant? It comes into focus. "POWER UP! POWER UP! POWER UP!" The announcers leans over the edge of his hover platform, cupping a hand to the side of his helmet. "What's this? Blast Off is annoyed at how easy this fight is? Well, then we have a solution!" The announcer looks over to Legonis, who simply lowers his glass and gives a nod. Not much of a talker, that Legonis chap. "Time to Power Up! Bring in... THE BEAST!" There's calls of excitement throughout the crowd. Suddenly, there is a light on the North Gate Portcullis as it slowly rises. A horrible screeching noise can be heard until finally a pair of red optics peer out from the darkness. Then a long-bodied, quadruped darts out, a mess of tentacles acting like a mane squirming as it lets out a challenge roar. Around its slender neck is a glowing collar. "Looks like the Autobots will get a little help this time - although the beast is no respecter of persons. It's just hungry."

During all this Dashfist was indeed getting quite intimate with the floor, all thanks to Scrapper's expert matchmaking skills. Dashfist quirms a bit, spilling some spittle of energon in the process. He lifts his arm awkwardly, trying to stab at Scrapper's arm to encourage him to let go.

Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash sort of...freezes. Well, figuratively, not literally. Her cameras shift as the crowd yells and zooms in on the 'Beast' to take things in, just sort of...studying.

There's...something not quite too familiar but still...hrm.

She snaps herself out of the daze and just starts cycling her radio to hunt for any frequencies that might be broadcasting to listen in on. She's not sure what she's looking for...maybe just a burst of static that draws a response from Hyperdrive? Either way, she starts to take stock since...well, there's /got/ to be some way to offer help here.

Right? ...probably not without getting blasted down herself.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex sees the beast unlashed. "Oh slag!" he holds onto his seat tight enough his hands gdig in. "BRawl, Blast off, get it. Show them what Combaticons do!" He calls, his rotors flat against his back as itshes barely restrainign himself from coming to their aid.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off's protests mostly result in Hyperdrive running in and punching him anyway. It... doesn't actually do much damage. The shuttleformer staggers back, wiping his cheek and glowering at the 'Bot, then freezing as a roar fills the arena. Huhwhat? Power Up- Oh. Blast Off stares at this "Beast".... Oops. Well, he DID ask for a more worthy opponent. He glances towards Hyperdrive. "How the slag?..." Oh. OH. Wait, Quake had mentioned 'hunting Autobots' earlier... frag. He glares at the Autobot, but when he whips his ionic blaster around to fire, it's at this Beast.

Scrapper has posed:
Scrapper glances over his shoulder at the roar. Which is an oppritune chance for Dashfist to stab his arm. Though not quite enough to get the Constructicon to drop his grip even as the metal digs into his limb. "Well, this is unexpected." With a grunt he gets back to his feet, hauling Dashfist up with him. "Fortunately."

After a little roughhousing, he proves just how cruel he can be by tossing the Autobot towards the monster. "I have a sacrifice." Maybe if he hits one with the other it will think it was attacked and attack him instead. Yes, Scrapper is that sort of evil afthole when he wants to be.

Goth has posed:
     "...Noted." He'd state with a nod, looking back to the fight and raising a ridge. "The /smelt/ is that?" He'd ask, mildly surprised as he pointed a finger over. He'd then move a hand over and in front of Vortex to help him in keeping himself sat down.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive sees his 'allie' going to be a snack for the many tentacled critter. He has no guns, no weapons and, well...it looks hungry. Taking stock of the situation, and the fact that Blast off isn't attaking him he turns and runs toward the critter and the constructicon. "Slagger!" He doesn't have anything useful to really use and so he pulls his spoiler off. Oh slag that hurt....that hurt alot, but now he's got a weapon. Spinnning around he tries to actually do some damage to the beast.

Brawl has posed:
Legonis shifts his position, actually sitting up straight for a change, watching the battle with a bit more interest now.

THe Beast stands up straight, shaking its mane and, scanning all the potential targets. Then it receives a hit, causing some sort of thick, oily fluid to spurt out of its shoulder. It turns to glare at Blast Off, red optics growing brighter. BUt then movement catches its optics as a taste meal is tossed towards it.

The announcer seems tense. "The little blue Autobot is switching targets, not about to let Blast Off get off easy, while his teammate is still at Scrapper's mercy. Mercy? Who am I kidding!" The announcer chortles, as Scrapper tosses the prisoner towards the beast.

Dashfist has very little choice in the matter of his new dance partner as he is tossed towards the beast. He lands right in front of it and immediately begins backing away, holding out his sword at it. The creature crouches down, looking read to pounce when Hyperdrive spoils the moment. Getting whacked by Hyperdrive causes it again, to shift focus. Sort of. It pulls back its head and then spews some sort of acid in a wide spray at both Hyperdrive and Dashfist.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex hehs "Hey check out the little autobot. Think he can earn his freedom or maybe an extra day alive?" He continues to watched, transfixed and held back by Goth. "At leas.t. this isnt boring." his rotors spin a bit nervously.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off grimaces as the Beast spews acid. Yeeeaaah, gonna try to keep distance from THAT thing. Not a problem for a sniper, after all! He mostly ignores Hyperdrive for now and works to remain out of the Beast's range while taking aim at it once more. "Now THIS is more like it!" He loudly proclaims for all to hear. "A challenge for my skill! Of course, not too BIG of a challenge, I'm sure."

Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash seems a bit more collected and calm now that the initial...unease at seeing the Beast unveiled is over. That doesn't help the fact that she just watched it spew acid all over the poor...whoever it is mech and almost get Hyperdrive. She even goes so far as to prepare and arm up a few missiles...

But refrains. Priorities... She sights in on Blast Off and Scrapper... at least the Combaticon is turning against the big bad thing. That's...good. Ish. At least it's one less shot levelled at Hyperdrive.

Scrapper has posed:
It's a monster. With tentacles. And slime. "Where did they even find such a --" Scrapper pauses. "-- On second thought, I probably do not want to know." And much like Blast Off, is keeping his distance.

Instead he pulls out a spherical device, giving a couple of what appear to be rings around it's center a few turns. Mostly to dial back the power a little to stay within the Power Base rules. Something about not bypassing a certain threshold. "Now we do the part I love the most... Experiment!" Scrapper tosses the orb towards the trio. It's actually not much, just one of the chemical bombs he has been tinkering with lately.

Unfortunately for the Beast and the Autobots, the chemicals the device sprays out reacts VERY much with the slime that's been spewed all around them, causing it to violently combust in a manner not unlike sticky napalm. That they're all covered with. Uh oh.

Goth has posed:
     Goth shrugged at Vortex. "Ahh I'm not quite sure, I don't think these sort of things have those kind of reward for prisoners, as they would say in other gladiatorial cultures." He'd muse as his pauldrons dropped. He'd blink at one of Scrappers devices going off. "Ahh, there's one of the bombs I'd been helping Scrapper with, seems he's gotten them to work rather well."

Vortex has posed:
Vortex shrugs 'I dont know anything about pits." He syas watching the explosions go off. "I do know this is the most fun I've had in a long time." He says, paying close attention.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive sees the monster open it's mouth and it starts spewing stuff. He dives under the Beast and also avoids any other shots at the monster. But he can't stay here very long. He needs to do some damage or someting. His Spoiler is still holding up and so he tries to slam into the beast, at least that's what he does before there is the sudden conflagration that envelopes them all The spoiler is yanked back with him and he holds it up like a shield, shuddering in pain and unable to focus as smoke rises from his singed armor.

Brawl has posed:
The Beast lets out another creeling shriek which then sputters down into a low, creaking noise. Another expert shot from Blast Off to its hind haunches causes an eruption of more of that dark, oily liquid, leaving a rather slippery looking spill on the ground, not to mention on nearby. The Beast's mane stands on end and it turns towards Blast Off.

"Oh and it seems everyone is focusing on the beast. Guess no one likes to take their chances with a wild card! But, ee-yuck, whatever it did to that Autobot does not look pleasant, so I don't blame them. Seems its got its sights set on Blast Off. Maybe it just has refined tastes!"

That's because it isn't pleasant. Dashfist a patch on Dashfist's face is partially melted, and his optical lense is damaged. He wipes furiously at his face, only to feel the sting in his hand. He hisses and glares. But the pain isn't done yet. While blindly flailing, trying desperately to restore sight and equilibirum, suddenly the area, including himself, is on fire. Dashfire yelps in surprise as well as pain.

The beast, now wreathed in fire as well as tentacles, lets out a wailing sound before turning towards the source. It rolls away from something poking at its underbelly, but mostly ignores Hyperdrive, other than flicking its tail at him as it departs. Squealing with rage, it changes targets and begins to charge at Scrapper. Also very angry, and not thinking straight, a Dashfist also seeks meager revenge against the constructicon, sword out.

"Well, so much for regined taste... but things are certainly heating up!" The Announcer quips.

Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash bites back the urge to simply counter Scrapper's explosions with explosives of her own. There's no...extraction even if she does blow everything up. All she can do is really cheer...silently... for the little mech as she zooms in to give him a quick look over to just...sort of see if he's holding up so she can transmit the image off with the rest of her collected data.

And then the Beast goes after Scrapper, and she smirks inwardly. Good. Give the Decepticon something to chew on for a bit. That'll really help things out. Good indeed.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off fires off another shot at the Beast, glad to have something besides scared Autobot prisoners to fight with... but Scrapper doesn't seem to share the same compunction. The napalm-like bombs go off and Blast Off has to work hard to prevent himself from wincing as they do damage to the hapless prisoners. Some conversations he's had recently with certain Autobots drift through his head as he recalls discussion of just who the 'good guys' are. This doesn't look like 'the good guys' to him. Not this.

Still, beyond acting like slaughtering weak Autobot prisoners is below his dignity as a warrior he's not sure what he can do. Speak out here? He'd lose status and... maybe his freedom questioning this, publicly. Right now, there's only one thing he can think to do- and he does it, firing off another shot at the Beast as it charges to attack Scrapper. The Beast, which is also technically probably a hapless prisoner, too, really, but.... he doesn't know its name. He does know Hyperdrive's. Besides, helping his teammate escape death is a good thing, right? "This needs to end, time to put it out of its misery." He squeezes the trigger a third time.

Scrapper has posed:
Scrapper watchs the slime and those coated in it go aflame with the zeal more akin to an artist admiring his handiwork. "Unexpected but exceptional results." He dusts his hands off as he turns away. "That takes care of tha--ack!" True to evil genius form he spoke too soon, as Dashfist rushes out of the blaze to jump on his back and stab at him some more. A little occupied with that means Scrapper misses the beast rampaging until it slams into him, flailing sharp bits doing a better job at cutting deep.

Scrapper grunts, wiping some now leaking energon off his body. A setback, but a minor one at this point in the game. "Now, where was I..." Oh yes, tormenting Autobots. Scrapper grabs for Dashfist again, attempting to get a hold of his arm with the makeshift weapon and twist it violently in ways a limb is not meant to move. "A shame I can't kill you right now... but you'd be surprised what you can live though!"

Goth has posed:
     Goth chuckled. "Well, as long as you're enjoying it." A slight hint of the fact he'd caught onto the rotaries discomfort. "Hmm, Now if only drawing aggressions like that worked in siege fights." He'd muse, rubbing at his chin, at least he was less board.

     "Oop, there that one goes." He'd state boardly... For as board as he was, he wasn't as put off by this, unlike some of his fellow cons.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive isn't able to do much in the way of helping Dashfist right now. If the monster isn't stopped, it'll come and finish Dash off for sure, especially sincec he's unconscious. Hyper picks himself up off the ground and after Blastoff has fired, he holds the Spoiler up as a shield and puts what he can into speed and runs at the beast, aiming for the weakened frame of the monster.

Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash zooms in on Dashfist as the mech goes down and just surveys the damage...it doesn't look good. She does, though, still mark what identifiers she can for reference in the database later. Then her focus turns to Hyperdrive.

At least the mech is still going on in the fight and, perhaps not holding his own, but certainly holding up. That's good...but how long can that last? Even she's not too certain. Still, she keeps recording and watching.

Brawl has posed:
Yet another shot from Blast Off and the flaming creature's jaw is blasted off. It makes a horrid, shrill noise before it collapses to the ground, going suddenly still. Is it... defeated?

"Blast Off is certainly taking the challenge of the Beast seriously! True to form, he hasn't missed a single shot! Is that two knocks outs in one round?"

Sure enough, with all the damage Dashfist already sustained, his arm doesn't just twist but breaks clean off as Scrapper applies his superior strength to the brittle mech. Dashfist is too shocked to even scream, optics wide as he falls to his knees, one hand going to where his arm used to be. He looks up at Scrapper with fearful optics before they fade and he falls unconscious from the rapid energon loss. And it is, indeed, bleeding rather rapidly. Was this also a side effect of whatever the monster spewed at him?

"Scrapper has disarmed and knocked out his opponent, leaving the little blue one to go. But the clock is ticking and time is almost up. Will there be an unexpected change in the tide?"

As for the Beast, it isn't so dead as it might have wanted others to believe. WHen Dashfist goes down, it springs up to pick off what is left of the mech. Which is precisely when Hyperdrive ploughs into it. While Hyperdrive lacks the strength to knock the beast over, or down, the impact is enough to give the monster pause. And turn its attention on Hyperdrive. Hissing, it pulls back its neck before striking at Hyperdrive with snake-like speed, attemping to bite a chunk out of the smaller mech.

"Oh and guess the beast isn't down after all! But it sure looks like it won't take much more."

Blast Off has posed:
No, Blast Off is definitely putting this on his list of 'it sounded better before I did it' activities. This is just brutal. There goes Dashfist and now the enraged Beast, who has NOT been courteous enough to just FALL DOWN and STAY DOWN already, goes after Hyperdrive. As the creature strikes, Blast Off takes a step forwward and aims his rifle once more. "I said- DOWN!" Hopefully he'll take out the Beast, which isn't looking too healthy now, and possibly save Hyperdrive from further mauling, whatever good THAT is gonna do the poor 'Bot. Not that he'd ADMIT that's what he's trying to do.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex raises a hand as the beast goes down! "Combaticons victorious again!" he offers a fistbump to Goth, trying to hide whatever made him uncomfortable. "How can I not enjoy this? My brother is being superior. Again!"

Brawl has posed:
With continusous but unseen chemical chain reactions still occuring within the beasts body due to Scrapper's 'experiment' it may come as a surprise when Blast Off's latest shot at the creature suddenly causes it to explode. Rapidly, noxious vapours escape with great force as various bits of the creature and blown every which way. Even to the last, the creature is discourteous, for it doesn't go down so much as everywhere, a tiny spatter of far-flung goo even reaching Blast Off.

Scrapper has posed:
There is the satisfying sound of cybertronian alloy snapping as the arm comes off. Scrapper takes a step back and holds up the limb as if showing it off to the crowd. This is why you do not take the nerds in this faction lightly. They're damn dangerous when they want to be. He then tosses the arm on top of the rest of Dashfist so he can be collected and carted off the field. His work here is done.

It is probably a good thing Hyperdrive interveined to get the Beast's attention, because there is a very high chance that while the rules prevent him from killing any of the prisoners there is nothing saying Scrapper couldn't just let the monster eat one. Like it's now trying to do to Hyperdrive instead.

Until Blast Off does what he does best (besides huffing) and finally knocks the beast down and out. "THAT is the kind of show these mechs are looking for, Blast Off! Now they'll be twice as revved up for when you do finally take Quake on again!" He starts to cheer, but then winces and hunches back down, clamping both hands over his side where the beast gouged him to styme off some of that energon leakage.

Keeping himself from bleeding out is the only reason he doesn't go finish off Hyperdrive as well, lucky him. Or unlucky him, since he lives to be forced to fight another day. Maybe in the end that is more evil.

Plus there's now slime and viscera everywhere and on everyone. Which Dashfist is unconcious for... Maybe he's the lucky one after all.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive just barely avoids getting his head chomped by the beast but as he falls backwards, one of his legs is grabbed. He uses his spoiler and and other foot to kick as he's chewed on. He stifles a scream of pain, not wanting to feed the crowd's taste for blood. But then that is also satisfied as the critter EXPLODES. He is saved from worse damage by already being on the ground. Chunks are blown all around him and he is able to snag a bone or tooth to use as a weapon. At this point he looks toward the cons and trying to get to his feet but left kneeling in pain and exhaustion.

Goth has posed:
     Goth gave Vortex a.. /look/ one that said he wasn't one to believe like that and-- Oh the monster exploded, Ewwwww! "Well that's just repugnant." he'd state dryly, trying to hide the fact he was slightly squicked, and sighs. "...Disgusting as that is, I'm grateful Dustoff isn't here to have to repair these two." He'd lean on his hand once more and shutters. "That time of sludge in ones wounds? Just asking for something worse than a rust infection."

Blast Off has posed:
Well, that was certainly... a very distinct end to that battle as the Beast just explodes at his shot. Blast Off is a bit startled at that, just standing there even as some goo flicks onto his arm. "Heh." He's not sure whether to be pleased, disgusted, or probably both. Maybe a bit dazed too. Then... "Ugh," He flicks the goo away. "Well." Glancing over to Scrapper, Blast Off nods. "I would certainly *hope* so." He glances over to Hyperdrive and his unfortunate companion over there... Then turns and waves a hand. "Certainly a far more *worthy* opponent, after all."

Brawl has posed:
"Whew! What e turnout! What an explosion! What... a mess. Glad I'm not on cleaning detail! And to you folks in the splash zone, I commend your bravery!" Indeed, some of the Beast had got on those who don't have the protection of the forcefield. Some cheer, seeming to nejoy the grotesque, while others are quickly dabbing the goo off of themselves or each other.

Scrapper's lifting of the arm in victory doesn't go unnoticed either as some begin to cheer loudly and obnoxiously while stomping. It seems both Blast Off and Scrapper are beginning to get the crowd's favour.

And then the horn blasts announcing the end of the fight. "What a finale! What a finish! Team 1 are the undisputed victors! Let's hear it for Scrapper and Blast Off, an unexpected well suited duo!"

At this, Legonis actually bothers to stand. He tilts his head to one of his servants, who passes him a microphone. "Congratulations, Blast Off and Scrapper." And... that's it. He trades his mic for a freshly filled glass of enerwine and sits back down. He snaps to another one of his henchmech, and points towards the mess in the arena. The henchmech nods and scurries down via a lift.

Large mechs head onto the arena floor. One of them gathers up Dashfist' limp body, arm and all and begins to haul him off for shoddy patches. Hyperdrive is given a scrutinizing look before another one decides to grab him rather gruffly and drag him away as well, counting on his level of exhaustion to minimize any resistence.

"The hover platform that the announcer had been on slowly lowers and converts to a low-set stage. "Come on up, and accept your prize of 12 000 stanix each."

Scrapper has posed:
"Are we done? Yeah, I think we're done." Scrapper turns to walk out of the arena. "I've probably got alien goo in places I don't want to think about." But stops, and makes a detour to collect his prize first. Bonus!

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive clutches his spoiler and his prized piece of Beast. Hopefully he gets to keep it but as is stands, ....well he can't. So he's dragged off hopefully to be reunited with his friend and 'repairs'.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off remembers to put up an arm in a sort of victory gesture, but it's more half-sparked than it was after his victory over Quake and Sinnertwin. THAT was hard faught with worthy opponents. This was... he's not even sure. It leaves an empty pit in his fuel tank. He watches Hyperdrive being hauled off... at least the Autobot is alive. For now. But how long? Still, when the announcer mentions prize money.... well Blast Off isn't going to REFUSE THAT.

Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash can't do much more than just record the aftermath of the fight before simply working on sending the cloaked drone back with the recorded footage and her report, the droneship remaining where she's at to just...continue watching. Eventually something would present itself. Eventually. Just...a matter of doing something she loathes doing... waiting.

Brawl has posed:
With the event now coming to a close, there's some fans used to suck away and vent off some of the fumes caused by the monsters explosion. But when enough of it was pumped out, the roof closes up once again. The winners are given their money, and Hyperdrive might just be able to hold on to one of those teeth after all as the mech taking him away isn't being too careful. And certainly isn't careful when he later drops Hyperdrive off to be queued for some painful repairs.

Now the spectators are free to mill about or head out as they choose as the forcefields are released. Cleaning crews, which usually wait for the audience to be gone, are already out cleaning up monster bits.

Goth has posed:
     Goth slipped a familiar medical sash on around his arm and stepped out onto the field and made his way over to Blast off and Scrapper, tending to their rounds enough to where they could move back to the medical bay propper. "Well, not /my/ cup of enertea, but it at least wasn't too boring." He'd state dryly, placing a hand over his chassis seam. "Well, least I learned something new."

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off remains still and nods to Goth. "Thank you." He is mostly silent, unlike his bragging after the last fight. He does look at the bat, though, and ask, "What did you learn?"

Goth has posed:
     Goth would lean over and whisper to the slightly taller bot. "Vortex was /awfully/ tense about this." He'd smirk, merely leaving it at that as he tended to Scrapper, before making his way to leave the power up base, he had a medical bay to get back to, after all.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex grunts 'I was not it was just. so many twists and turns!" he says, risig to leave as well. "It was a good fight, that's all."

Goth has posed:
     "Relax Vortex, I am not one to judge if you have a line, after all we are not /born/ monsters." He'd hem. "We're made into them" He'd add as he walked a head. "After all I have my own lines as well." he'd wave a hand as he spoke.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex snaps "I do not have a line and Im a bigger monster then anyone its just.. you dont know." oh but he is so very close. "You dont know whats got me nervous." his rotors flatten. "Its just.. warriors should die fighitng warriors. There I said it. And it sounded stupid. But I said it."

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off looks over to Goth, then Vortex. "Well, yes... what Vortex said. I'm sure it was simply the thrill of the game, that's all." Yeah, game, that's it. Then Vortex speaks of warriors. "Or... that. Yes, I'm not sure why they wasted my time with scared low ranking Autobots fresh from the factory, tsk."

Goth has posed:
     "Vortex, I come from a tribe of Mech's that pride themselves on being warriors, that is by far /not/ the dumbest thing I've heard." He'd huff, looking back with half-lidded optics... Unfortunately, some of the dumber things he's heard have been from other machines on this planet. "I myself do not enjoy having to use force against those that work under me, it's sooo.. counter productive." He'd spin his hand as he thought it over.

     "Why waste time and energy beating someone into doing something correctly, causing them to only work out of anger to get back at you at a later time, when you can merely teach them proper, if not better, or just fire them and get someone propper? Now that's to say, not to be careful about those you let go, as sometimes you do need to smelt a body." He'd nod.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex nods "Yeh. Thrill of the game. thats it." He says trying to cover up what he blurted out. "Yeah, I guess it could be a waste eh?" he says. "Guys like me should like to watch things like that though. I dont know whats wrong with me. Maybe i need to torture someone or something. Havent done that in a while. Or maybe I Need a drink." he shrugs.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off gives Goth a look. Well then. He makes a mental note never to work for the bat. Primus, medics... all medics... are kinda scary, aren't they? All the ones he's know are, at least. "I... right. Exactly." He very subtly edges away fromt he bat towards his bro, then gives his teammate a quirked optic ridge. "I thought you were off the drinks?" Oh if only he knew! He waves a hand. "Come to think of it, though, *I* could use a drink. If you will pardon me, I shall go find one. Good day." With that, he walks off in serach of a good glass of wine. And perhaps some introspection on how 'good' the 'good guys' are conducting thyemselves these days.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex chuckles. "Naa Im back on them. Im boring without em." He says, relaxing a bit some as he watches the others.