Hunting the Truck

[blackwingdove]

Jetstorm knew the tone in Motormaster's voice when he spoke to Dead End. The truck trembled on the edge of a berserker rage, and there was no one, no one at all available to stop him. Not native to this universe, anyway

Comments

[the_deadster]

Motormaster is not in a good mood. Motormaster is rarely in a good mood, but today, he's in a downright bad mood. He's in the kind of mood that is best assuaged by taking his Stunticons, starting at one end of Interstate 5 and rampaging to the other end, destroying everything and everyone that got in his way.

And now, out of nowhere, a strange, dusky-hued jet has appeared. The jet himself is unknown, but dangling from his wings are the heads of all the Aerialbots save one: their leader.

Motormaster transforms to robot mode, his sword coming out of its sheath on the one hand, his atomic rifle dropping into the other hand.

"What," he growls in that Stygian voice, "did you do with their leader? Where the slag is Silverbolt, and WHO THE SLAG DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"

[blackwingdove]

"Jetstorm." That is, in its own way, an answer to every question that Motormaster has asked, though he doesn't expect the truck to understand that yet.

He shifts slightly, and his own rifle falls into his hands. An electrostatic discharge rifle, almost twin to the one Silverbolt used for twenty too short years.

The Aerialbots remain silent for now.

Brawl

[dirty_halfdozen]

Brawl is outside the main building of the Combaticon base, policing the area and generally trying to keep himself amused since Onslaught won't let him hit anybody.

So it is that he's able to witness Jetstorm's arrival and the beginnings of Motormaster and Jetstorm's showdown.

Opening move

[the_deadster]

"YOU TOOK WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE!" Motormaster thunders.

He flips the gun muzzle up and charges, sword held with the point low and forward. He fires from the hip at point blank range, the proton beam searing through the air like blue lightning to smash into Jetstorm's hull.