I'm afraid I'm going to bow out of the game. I'm just not clicking with the ruleset and I feel I need to study it before I play. Thanks for the experience and I wish you the best!
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"No mister Prime, I don't wanna go to the carnival to see the junkbots." Chatterbox mumbles to the airlock.
Chatterbox groans and prepares to shoot down an incoming warhead.
Chatterbox lets out a groan. "Robot I got mechanovores, Decepticons, Unicron and a wratcheting TRAITOR too?!? I HATE THIS STUPID PLANET!" Chatterbox tries to get out of the airlock and somewhere where he can blast a damn 'Con.
"NOT MY FAULT!" Chatterbox shouts over the comms.
Chatterbox hits the nearest airlock and heads for the surface!
Chatterbox starts. "WAIT, are the Decepticons the organics or are the organics NOT the Decepticons?" He looks confused, then snaps his lasers to hot. "Either way, shootin' time! YEE-HAW!" He scrambles to get to the surface.
"WAIT! Now they're slaves of UNICRON AND THEY'RE DECEPTICONS?!?" Chatterbox begins hyperventilating and cycling his weapons to hot.
"BUT THEY SERVE UNICRON!?! How can we ever parley with something that EATS MECHANICALS AND KICKS INNOCENT SPHERICAL OBJECTS FOR SPORT?!?" Chatterbox is checking his weapons and very clearly on the verge of a nervous breakdown as he starts pacing and staring at the walls, which are closing in on him.
"UNICRON HAS COME FOR US!" Chatterbox begins freaking out, running back and forth looking for weaponry to fight back against the horror of organic mechanovores.
Good luck on the job front!
I'll take your word for it, man. I have zero comprehension of the HERO system at the moment. I'll put the 3 pts into English, 2 pts into improving the Computer since it's my only ally in spotting the Threat of Unicron.
As I have no good grasp on how things work, I'll donate my five points to the ship.
CB heads back to base, rattled and freaked out by the obvious Unicronian connections on this wretched planet. He's starting at any noise and totally expects attack. He... he may have shot a tree that waved at him...
Chatterbox transforms and activates his Local Intelligence Entity module, which creates a holographic rider for his vehicular form.
Works for Chat.
"I think it thinks Unicron is real and maybe I think Unicron is real and maybe we landed on Unicron only it's Unicron cleverly disguising itself as an organic world until it strikes and eats us all and we scream and OH WHY DIDN'T WE LISTEN TO CHATTERBOX THAT GUY TRIED TO WARN US but if you want to ignore all the warnings and keep on then I guess I'm going to too because our sparks have to go out sometime and better they all go out together than I go out watching you all you get chewed on by organics while I watch from the safety of the ship..."
Chatterbox still looks wildly at everyone, wondering secretly if he's found himself in a cult.
"UNICRON? YOU LANDED US ON UNICRON'S PLANET?!? WHAT THE SCRAP IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?" Chatterbox freaks out, running around the room looking for an appropriate cord he can pull to shut down the evil AI that has crashlanded them on Unicron.
"Well we haven't actually met the lifeforms but I've studied their religion and it involves a great deal of patting each other on the lower hindquarters and cheering loudly and falling down and pretending to be hurt when you want to get a special kick at the other side's gooo-lees."
"Del-tor, interesting name. Your ship is falling apart and we crashed here and the natives probably don't eat mechanicals although I've never seen any conclusive evidence to the contrary and they seem to worship a god of sport whose temples are 'fields' where strange games with changing rules and different shapes of solids and air and sometimes it's okay to touch the 'ball' and sometimes it's not unless you're a special priest called a 'go-lee' and there are special priests who cast out those who sin by whistling loudly and throwing colored pieces of paper and I think there might be some sort of power structure that revolves around cups and rings involved..." "Oh yeah. I'm Chatterbox. Pleasedtameetcha."
Sorry, I thought we were still on the scouting mission while the murderous ship tried to kill the ones remaining behind to fix it.
Dude, you lost me during the math discussion of energon conversion. I'm more into the giant robots turning into tanks. I can't roleplay physics.
Energy, then allies!
"Maybe because they ate them all and now they're starving and looking for a new food source like us and they're only luring us into a false sense of security before BAM they eat us. Or you. You're probably more than a meal for the organic mech-ans."
"These natives really like to talk, I mean, I like to talk, but they really like to talk. I don't know what they mean but I definitely think it would be fun to talk to them.. I wonder if THEY eat mechanical beings? I bet they do! Fearsome tiny mech-eaters! GRRRRR!" Chatterbox begins to make shadow figures of horrid terrible mech-eaters.
Guys I am swamped at work. Will try to update tomorrow but today is a wash.
"I like these 80s. I too am hungry like the wolf!"
My good sir, I will have you know that Acme Incorporated is a time-honored Cybertronian corporation with deep roots in the community! Why, I have even used many of their products, from the cyber-anvil to the cyber-TNT I used to try to decimate my hated enemy, the Decepticon Road-Runner-con....
"Sure I could help the pilot, but do you feel funny? Like your transformation cog got jiggered in the crash? Maybe I've caught a virus? My commander caught a virus once and it made him laugh uncontrollably. It was the most fun he ever was, until he exploded. good times..." He helps to drag the larger bots toward the repair drones. "No can fly, but I can go so fast it looks like I can fly. Once I actually drove across a gap that was too big to jump by going as fast as I could and chanting 'ACME SENT ME ACME SENT ME' over and over again. Good times...
"Yeah, thanks for saving us and not letting us get eaten by organics because I wasn't entirely sure that I could be eaten by an organic but I ate organic fruit once and it didn't agree with me so I thought maybe it could eat me not fruit but maybe something bigger..."
"AHHH! Better hurry no time to waste!" Chatterbox cries out and shifts to motor-hover-cycle mode, shooting into the ship!
"Followed? Do you think they eat us mechanical types? Can organics eat mechanical types? One time I ate a biological 'fruit' and it bound up my innards for days. I was trying to process the thing and it hurt so much and I couldn't pass it and I swear it felt like I was passing a whole tire! I told my partner all about it and he told me "Chatterbox, shut up. I'm trying to power down." I swear he got really grouchy when he was trying to power down. This one time he actually shot me! Shot me! When I was trying to point out how the drop ship was on fire... Shot me!"
"Where do you think we landed? Is this where we were supposed to land? Do you think anyone else survived? Maybe if they survived, they would contact us, right? I mean I would contact someone if I survived, but I DID SURVIVE so maybe I should contact someone, right? But who should I contact? I mean I don't know if anyone else survived but how would I know because if I did know then I would know I know and since I don't know, I don't know. So I guess logically since I don't know, then no one else survived. I mean, that follows right? ...Guys? GUYS?!? Come back!" Chatterbox runs to catch up with the others who have inexplicably gone on ahead without telling him. |