Techbot Alpha

People seem to forget that love doesn't instantly mean an item. People can love each other as friends, people can 'love' their boss, their job, whatever is liked so much it's like an emotional A++.

I'm sure the same goes for the Phalanx; they've all been through some pretty harrowing stuff, time in and time out. I'm pretty sure Posi wouldn't want to see a close friend die (again(?)))

Either that, or they may yet be another couple in the pipe....*sigh* Because stuff out of the blue is so in this season... /eyeroll

There was no sudden rush of water, or any change on the interior of the Autobot's vehicle mode for that matter. In fact, aside from the rippling water outside, it was as if they were still driving perfectly normally.

"Hide? T'hell with that, lady. Jump me once, you get lucky. But the second jump will be mine, especially on a Decepticon," Silver shot back, weapons systems retracting temporarily while he got used to the handling underwater. Oddly enough, it wasn't too bad. He was pretty sure the odd readings were coming from Mirel on the roof but, for now, he was more than grateful for them.

Of course, what that might mean about the looming mass coming towards them at speed was a whole different issue.
"Uhm....lady?" Silver asked warily, as his lights flicked on to illuminate the massive, orange bulk of the giant Octopus, Lusca, bearing down upon them...

((when did it become night time? XD
Also, just as a heads up, that wasn't a broadcast. Secure comms channel tuned to frequencies Skycracker would know. Given who is sending them, 'secure' is pretty damn secure ))

Beneath Steel Canyon, something stirred again. The cybertronian spiderbots paused for a moment, before scurrying quickly back to work.
At the heart of a mass of wiring and cables, looking for all the world like some kind of alien boombox, was sat the apparent base commander.

"Skycracker, acknowledged. Soldier status, identified. Orders, secure the Autobot. Decieve human forces; Pretence, hunting known fugitive. Human Police and Protector units, allies. Authorisation code; Sierra Whisky Alpha. Out."

Silver hadn't lived as long as he had on Cybertron without being sharp. Hells, that was mostly how he got his name.
"Frag, frag, frag! I knew it was too good to be true!" he yelled, skidding round to face the edge of the quey and accelerating. "This better work, lady!"
Wheels left tarmac, and free-wheeled in midair...

-and hit water. The silver Autobot drove across the water of the port, as if he were cruising on perfect tarmac.
"...Oh, hell yes!" came his triumphant whoop a second later, handbrake-turning in a perfect 360 and slamming into reverse, now driving backwards. "Time to even the score!"

Silver's form shifted and changed. Bodywork and plates slid back and shifted, his form becoming far more alien within moments. Panelling on his bonnet shot back, twin missile-launcher pods jerking into life, as the boot converted to allow room for his rail-rifle to extend.
"Bring it, Decepticreep!"



Meanwhile, beneath Steel Canyon...

Something stirred. Mechanised spider-bots, small scurrying automata powered by a faint purple glow, with gun-metal and amethyst tinted bodywork scuttled too and fro. Already the base was becoming operational.
Of course, that had come second to the situation regarding communications...

Atlas. Skyway. Faultline. And now Steel Canyon.]
So, why was there a signal that had just dropped onto the grid in the docks, this Independence Port?

"Extending Data-nodes 3, 5, 7, 9. Commencing transmission frequency operation. Standard authorisation, active. Weblink, online. Data analysis and aquisition, online. Broadcasting to all Decepticon Agents upon Alternate Earth. All Hail Megatron."

Several dials flashed amber and red on the Autobot's dashboard.
"Into the water? Look, lady, I can swim. That doesn't mean it doesn't play havoc with my tracking, targetting and movement speed. Same goes for the vast majority of Cybertronians. Except Bumblebee. Still dunno how the dude does it...."

Silver roared out of the tunnel, and at least headed for the quey. Their pursuers followed, the nearest of the Paragon Protectors chancing a thrown fireball, which ended up cruising off target and scorching a bit of pavement.

Threads like these should be a symbol to some people that, maybe, they should be doing some self examination if it's such a tragedy to have the serves go down for a few hours, prime time or no.
(And yes, I am EU side)

Just saying.
/puts on flame retardant suit

A better way of putting it, in my opinion, would be;

Before, it was fine...
Then suddenly everything started lagging during the prisoner phase. ANd every stage on both has power lag. Godawful bloody power lag...

Yup, Bots are terrible for it too, don't believe they aren't.

"Hurrrr, me punch Warwalker in KNEECAP, DERRRR!" <_>

Me no gusta... *sigh*

Edit: Oh, and /Signed to nixing the ruddy rediculous end cost on the pet upgrades. If you're going to kill them off every 3 seconds, then don't make me sacrifice my end bar just to use my Primary set, damn you...

Tips manage it just fine, I see no reason why Radios can't too. Keep Mercy, Atlas and Galaxy free as they are now, no problems.
/Signed

/Signed
There is room for 5 more costume slots at various levels, without breaking the current system. This should have been done ages ago.