ROCK'EM SOCK'EM ROBOTS [BIG OPEN FIGHT LOG]

[sufferist]

Who: Signless, Robots, and YOU
Where: City Hall, and all over downtown LA.
When: April 14th
What: Signless bates the Cybetronians into having a big fight in downtown LA while attempting to get a valuable artifact. Earth civilians and superheroes are SUPER WELCOME to notice the fuss and try to stop the fighting/safe people from collateral damage.
Warnings: SUDDENLY ROBOT ULTRAVIOLENCE

Signless leaves himself, and the hammer, visible at first. He wants them to see him, to know that the battle is imminent - and with any luck, a conflict will start. He'll do his best to disappear and keep them hunting for him as as long as possible after he's initially been spotted. Maximum collateral damage is his goal.

It also helps that he's an empath. He'll be taking whatever opportunities he can to agitate people's emotions, whether it be anger, panic, or fear, in the attempt to make ever more chaos.

This is a party style log, meaning you can make you own threads and scenarios. Signless will be around with the hammer. LET'S MAKE THIS AS BIG OF A CLUSTERFUCK AS POSSIBLE, GUYS.

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[worstprime]

Rodimus shows up fashionably late to a scene that is nothing short of chaotic. He skids to a halt in his alt mode, dismayed by the sight. He'd thought he'd gotten here fairly fast but already things are looking messy. There are people everywhere. There's no way they're going to be able to handle this discreetly. Confirming this, he can see Arcee in the distance, decidedly NOT In alt-mode, and...Starscream? Every Cybertronian who 'd been in the war for more than a meta-cycle would recognise those legs.
Scrap, even the 'cons had gotten here first.

Rodimus transforms into robot mode, all flimsy-pretext-of-caution to the wind. It'll be easier to avoid humans this way anyhow.

Despite all the goings ons Rodimus still finds a moment, as he makes way toward the action, to smugly think to himself about the irony of Arcee being first to break cover on Earth.

[worstprime]

Rodimus doesn't know who or exactly what he's looking at when he sees the mysterious figure peace out, but he does recognise the Forge. And in that brief moment while Arcee is distracted, it looks like no one's going after it. Rodimus has already decided that it's probably for the best to avoid getting into any serious fights today, both for his own sake and the numerous civilians and locals scattered around the area. But that doesn't mean he can't do anything, and making sure this joker doesn't slip away with the hammer, seems like a good starting point.

He transforms back into his alt-mode as soon as he gets into a clear patch, engine revving as he heads after the mysterious Alternian, blowing past Humans and Cybertronians alike. It's difficult to get to top speed with all the humans around (and their streets aren't actually particularly conductive to going fast either) but he does his best to at least keep his target in sight.

[starscheme]

As soon as he was able (read: as soon as Arcee was otherwise occupied), Starscream took off in pursuit of the Signless. Not just for the forge; it's beyond that at this point. This time it's personal. He's going to crush that troll underneath his boot, guaranteed.

Just as soon as he can hunt down the damn thing. Keeping track of a small creature in a large city like this is proving trickier than he'd anticipated.

Starscream overtakes Rodimus easily from the air, although inadvertently. He doesn't even notice the Autobot at first, preoccupied as he is. He transforms and lands with a heavy thud in the middle of the road (oblivious to all of the humans frantically running for the hills), turning to and fro with wide, angry optics on a frenzied hunt. He looks like he's about two steps from throwing a full blown temper tantrum.

[worstprime]

One second the road is clear, the next there's a Cybertronian putting his landing gear right in Rodimus' path. He skids to a halt, tires squealing on the sun-baked pavement, transforming as he does so. He's annoyed at the derailment, but there's something about seeing the notorious Decepticon Lieutenant standing there, twelve feet of impotent rage, looking like he's two nano-cycles away from a full-blown tantrum that just....well it warms Rodimus' spark, to say the least.

"You're lookin' a little lost, 'Screamer," says Rodimus, training a gun on the Decepticon. He's not actually looking for a fight, but better safe than sorry. "You want directions before or after I blast your turbines off?"

Rodimus made a mental note, giving himself a 6.5...high points for situational relevance but, really he could do better.

[starscheme]

Starscream whirls around to face Rodimus before he even starts to speak, picking up on the sound of shifting metal that comes along with transformation. This is incredibly inconvenient: he has no interest in a fight either, since right now, his primary concern is hunting down that troll.

That's not to say that he isn't willing to give a cocky little autobot a few scratches for their trouble, though.

Blasters cycle out, and he fixes Rodimus with a vicious sneer. Primus, does he hate being called Screamer... it makes his damn circuits sizzle. Already this guy is going up on his shit list. He searches his memory banks, trying to identify the interloper (there were way too many Autobots to keep track of, which was another good reason to cull a good chunk of them out of the population if you asked him). Ah, now he remembers...

"I'm afraid you have me at something a disadvantage. It's Hot Rod, isn't it...?" he says coolly, completely disregarding Rodimus's attempt at a witty one liner. "From Nyon? Amazing that you're still alive, I would have thought you would have gone the way of your city by now."

[worstprime]

Rodimus bristles at the mention of his home city. It takes a lot of willpower to not let loose the energon blast charged in the chamber right into that smug face.

"It's Rodimus," he spits back, all pretext of his own cockiness gone. "Of Nyon. And I'll not hear another word about my city from you, Decepticon."

Nyon definitely wasn't Rodimus' only, sore spot, but it was definitely the last one he expected to hear about from...well, anyone, frankly. It was enough of a sore spot that he was seriously reconsidering his no-fighting-the-cons clause for today...at this point his injury from the last fight was the only thing staying his shot. But only just.

[starscheme]

"Rodimus...?" He doesn't look particularly impressed by Rodimus's bravado or his fancy new name; in fact if anything he looks sort of amused that he'd apparently landed upon a sore spot. "Now now, I didn't mean to criticize your actions... I might have done the same, in your position." He might have taken that further, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to risk getting distracted with scrapping this punk.

"But I digress. I suggest you turn around and go back to wherever it is you came from; I'm in no mood to be entertaining imbeciles." He gestures back down the road with one gun, for emphasis.

[worstprime]

You'd be hard-pressed to find a worse insult than Starscream saying he might've done the same in your shoes, and the comment makes Rodimus' spark burn. The energon charge in Rodimus' blaster is hot, and he can feel it sizzling against his internal circuitry, but he ignores it.

"I'm not interested in what you'd've done in my shoes, you slag-licking scum," he snarls, stepping closer to Starscream, right up in his hypothetical grille [except not, because he's a jet HOHO], blaster still raised and ready. "The Decepticons were JUST as useless in Nyon as you are now."

He pauses, glancing past Starscream; he can't see any sign of the Alternian anymore, and that fact only makes him more angry. He grits his teeth and looks back up at Starscream. "So how about you get out of my way before I have to blast a hole through you."

[starscheme]

Starscream doesn't look particularly phased by the name calling; petty insults didn't mean much without the weight of the right person and the right sentiment behind them, as far as he was concerned. What he doesn't appreciate is the blaster in his face. He narrows his eyes, considering the Autobot before him. "Do you really want to start an actual fight over this? Because I think we both have better things to be doing." It's half a challenge and half a diversion; scared as he is, he has no problem diverting some energy into thrashing this punk if necessary, but he'd really rather get back to his troll hunt.

[worstprime]

Scrap.

Rodimus lowers his blaster, and it causes him no end of hurt pride to do so. But there's too much at stake to warrant starting a fight he can't win right now. And now he's lost time and his target. Great. Just, great.

"Don't think this is over, 'con," he snaps before swiftly Transforming, engine roaring as he heads back towards the epicenter of the fight.

[buffedthat]

He's not sure who he's looking at, but he knows it's an Autobot. So, really, does it matter? Breakdown is here for a fight, he doesn't care who it's with. There's a smirk in place as he transforms his right hand into a hammer preemptively, folds out the shoulder-mounted blaster, and fires off a shot at Rodimus.

"Came to the wrong neighborhood, 'Bot!" he calls, because the battle taunts are just obligatory.