Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
And I didn't expect a quest from 2018 to still be alive, but this thread's just full of nice surprises.
Super Robot Quest
- Thread starter Basarin
- Start date
- Original Sci-Fi
Do It. Give in to the power of Mad Science.
We have genetically perfect kittens.
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
SCIENCE!
And not genetically purrfect? *is shot with Kaus energy weapon*
Theunderbolt
"Prepare for trouble..."
- Location
- USoA
I forget that one dudes name who kept trying to sabotage the DFRI. I'm sure he's choking on his coffee or have a stroke right now.
I mean if the Navy doesn't want her I'm sure the Chair force will jump at the chance.
This would be a glorious moment in the animeverse!
"You know the one kaus that mentioned the absurd tech growth of humanity?"
"The free brothers are almost certainly gonna have a panic attack over them going straight into full space warships from out of nowhere!"
Thors_Alumni
Proud member of Thors Class VII from Liberl
- Location
- Liberl Zemuria.
I had a Hilarious thought earlier. The premier of the First space going Warship for Humanity would also probably be a good way to introduce Galbinus and his group as well.
Yeah see no that's bad. We're like 99% sure the chairforce is infested with westphalian sympathizers, and we haven't had a chance to clear it out yet like we have the Navy. Also, the chairforce guy may not be trying to sabotage us so much as trying to keep the westies from getting their mitts on our tech. It may also be something completely different, we don't know what his deal is, but he did tip us off to the Bismarck being stolen, so he's not just a jackass.
Thors_Alumni
Proud member of Thors Class VII from Liberl
- Location
- Liberl Zemuria.
It wasn't the Bismark that got Stolen IIRC.
Checking deployment #3 reveals that yes, it was in fact the actual, WW2-era battleship Bismarck.
Theunderbolt
"Prepare for trouble..."
- Location
- USoA
It was more a joke but it does prove I should reread the quest.
- Location
- USA
It was more a joke but it does prove I should reread the quest.
If it makes you feel better, I'm forgetting details that I wrote in due to just how long it's been.
Meanwhile! - Dockyard Meltdown
- Location
- USA
1800, 1 September A.D. 2072
Undisclosed Dockyard
"Would it offline ya to give us a little warning next time, Herald!?" Hotwire slammed his fist down, and a hardlight barrier flared to life. Almost immediately it began to buckle and cave beneath a barrage of blaster bolts. "I swear it's always something with the Free Brothers these cycles!"
"Annoyance: irrelevant." Herald knelt behind the barrier. His blank faceplate was flickering wildly, wireframe schematics crossing his face as he honed in on some particular readout. "Alert: Free Brother suspect - Crackdown - in vicinity of human freighter."
"You don't say."
"Mockery: annoying. Remains irrelevant."
"Haaaaaahahahahhahaha!" Both Legionnaires dove to both sides as a limp figure somersaulted over the barrier, and a flurry of bolts destroyed the piece of concrete the two of them were just standing on. A bright green colored figure landed, his arms extending in odd and painful looking angles while his head was tilted to the side. A menacing grin full of fangs was plastered over the faceplate, all while bright yellow optics blared at them.
"Gametime, law mechs!" Crackdown crowed, blaster after blaster unveiling from various weapon ports all across his frame. "How much high energy ordnance can you withstand without bleeding?"
"Hey, that's cheating!" Behind them, a blaring siren was screeching, red and black lights casting their shadows back and forth across the cramped building alleyways of the dockyard. A human fire fighting vehicle configured into a red and black mech, equally crazed yellow optics glaring at them. What would have been power washing hoses were emitting flames that were already beginning to melt some of the metal of the wreckage scattered around him. "We have to see what their melting point is first!"
"Why not test both at once!?"
"...good idea-!"
Before he could finish that sentence, the warehouse next to him exploded, sending building fragments and debris scattering all around. Even as the red mech turned to aim his flamethrowers at the newest arrival, only widened optics betrayed any surprise before a green and grey Centurion tank slammed into him, sending him flying into the water.
"Aw, Cinder doesn't want to play anymore. Oh well-!" Yet the moment that Crackdown leapt upwards, he collided into a hardlight barrier, abruptly arresting his momentum and sending him sprawling downwards.
"Metatrine below, he doesn't shut up," Hotwire grumbled as he got to his feet. "Guess your plan worked out alright, Herald."
"Analysis: no mistakes." Herald dusted off parts of his chest of dust as he stood up. "Galbinus: superb."
"There's no time to congratulate ourselves yet." The tank Reconfigured, unveiling the tall form of Galbinus-R. "Herald, status?"
"Scanning...complete. Free Brothers presence at freighter: growing. Potential high source of processed human energy."
"Well, c'mon then!" Hotwire looked ready to beat feet. "Let's-!"
The hardlight barrier shattered, and another flurry of energy bolts just barely missed Hotwire as he pivoted on his heel. "Don't ignore me, this is a laughing matter!" Crackdown snarled. "Now, stay still, and let me make art-!"
A powerful roar echoed in the dockyards, followed by the hollow sound of a casing clattering onto the concrete below. "Agreement: too much conversation," Herald noted as he cocked his shot blaster, ignoring how Crackdown stumbled slightly before his systems forcefully entered restore mode. He paused, Crackdown's collapsing body echoing loudly, then his faceplate flared a deep red. "Alert! Incoming-"
"Galbinus!"
A moment later, a Kaus body crashed into the nearby crane, crumpling metal and sending a loading arm collapsing into the drink. The freighter in the distance exploded, with containers and packages of goods scattering all around the harbor. Cinder momentarily emerged from beneath the surface - only for a container to land on his head, an undignified yelp cut off by the water.
An enormous red human aero emerged, massive rotary blades right above it spinning at massive speeds as it ascended. "So good to see you've taken advantage of this fascinating human innovation!" The aero began to shift, and Hotwire and Herald began to take a few tentative steps back as a towering humanoid form landed atop the nearby building. Groaning, Tracker's form barely clambered out of the wreckage, but still looked as if some parts of his operating systems were rebooting from the impact.
"Tyrannous." Only Galbinus stood his ground, his left arm raised as energy began to swirl in the cannon.
"Oh, such a grouch whenever we encounter each other." The red titan's blue optics glared menacingly towards more subdued gold, the face mask obscuring the plating twitching slightly, as if he were chuckling underneath his breath. "I told you all those megacycles ago, didn't I? I would become far more powerful than your pathetic dictatorship by committee ever could!"
"Replacing the Mekaen Council with your own iron fist, Tyrannous?" Galbinus took a step forward, and the cannon began to shift and twist, until the cannon had become a halberd, bright red energy forming a lanced tip that crackled beneath the sunlight. "Terrible enough that you've thrown so many orbital satellites into ruin by your efforts. I will not let you inflict the same fate onto Earth!"
"Oh, you misunderstand me, Galbinus." The rotary blades snapped into Tyrannous's palms, and the leader of the Free Brothers slammed them together, forming into a two handed sword as the bottom unfolded into a crosshilt. "I do not intend to do anything of the sort. I have an altogether different plan in mind for this surprising little primitive mudball."
"Not so long as I remain online."
"So fortunate that I have a solution then!"
With that, both leaders charged, and like so many times before, battle was once again joined.
Undisclosed Dockyard
"Would it offline ya to give us a little warning next time, Herald!?" Hotwire slammed his fist down, and a hardlight barrier flared to life. Almost immediately it began to buckle and cave beneath a barrage of blaster bolts. "I swear it's always something with the Free Brothers these cycles!"
"Annoyance: irrelevant." Herald knelt behind the barrier. His blank faceplate was flickering wildly, wireframe schematics crossing his face as he honed in on some particular readout. "Alert: Free Brother suspect - Crackdown - in vicinity of human freighter."
"You don't say."
"Mockery: annoying. Remains irrelevant."
"Haaaaaahahahahhahaha!" Both Legionnaires dove to both sides as a limp figure somersaulted over the barrier, and a flurry of bolts destroyed the piece of concrete the two of them were just standing on. A bright green colored figure landed, his arms extending in odd and painful looking angles while his head was tilted to the side. A menacing grin full of fangs was plastered over the faceplate, all while bright yellow optics blared at them.
"Gametime, law mechs!" Crackdown crowed, blaster after blaster unveiling from various weapon ports all across his frame. "How much high energy ordnance can you withstand without bleeding?"
"Hey, that's cheating!" Behind them, a blaring siren was screeching, red and black lights casting their shadows back and forth across the cramped building alleyways of the dockyard. A human fire fighting vehicle configured into a red and black mech, equally crazed yellow optics glaring at them. What would have been power washing hoses were emitting flames that were already beginning to melt some of the metal of the wreckage scattered around him. "We have to see what their melting point is first!"
"Why not test both at once!?"
"...good idea-!"
Before he could finish that sentence, the warehouse next to him exploded, sending building fragments and debris scattering all around. Even as the red mech turned to aim his flamethrowers at the newest arrival, only widened optics betrayed any surprise before a green and grey Centurion tank slammed into him, sending him flying into the water.
"Aw, Cinder doesn't want to play anymore. Oh well-!" Yet the moment that Crackdown leapt upwards, he collided into a hardlight barrier, abruptly arresting his momentum and sending him sprawling downwards.
"Metatrine below, he doesn't shut up," Hotwire grumbled as he got to his feet. "Guess your plan worked out alright, Herald."
"Analysis: no mistakes." Herald dusted off parts of his chest of dust as he stood up. "Galbinus: superb."
"There's no time to congratulate ourselves yet." The tank Reconfigured, unveiling the tall form of Galbinus-R. "Herald, status?"
"Scanning...complete. Free Brothers presence at freighter: growing. Potential high source of processed human energy."
"Well, c'mon then!" Hotwire looked ready to beat feet. "Let's-!"
The hardlight barrier shattered, and another flurry of energy bolts just barely missed Hotwire as he pivoted on his heel. "Don't ignore me, this is a laughing matter!" Crackdown snarled. "Now, stay still, and let me make art-!"
A powerful roar echoed in the dockyards, followed by the hollow sound of a casing clattering onto the concrete below. "Agreement: too much conversation," Herald noted as he cocked his shot blaster, ignoring how Crackdown stumbled slightly before his systems forcefully entered restore mode. He paused, Crackdown's collapsing body echoing loudly, then his faceplate flared a deep red. "Alert! Incoming-"
"Galbinus!"
A moment later, a Kaus body crashed into the nearby crane, crumpling metal and sending a loading arm collapsing into the drink. The freighter in the distance exploded, with containers and packages of goods scattering all around the harbor. Cinder momentarily emerged from beneath the surface - only for a container to land on his head, an undignified yelp cut off by the water.
An enormous red human aero emerged, massive rotary blades right above it spinning at massive speeds as it ascended. "So good to see you've taken advantage of this fascinating human innovation!" The aero began to shift, and Hotwire and Herald began to take a few tentative steps back as a towering humanoid form landed atop the nearby building. Groaning, Tracker's form barely clambered out of the wreckage, but still looked as if some parts of his operating systems were rebooting from the impact.
"Tyrannous." Only Galbinus stood his ground, his left arm raised as energy began to swirl in the cannon.
"Oh, such a grouch whenever we encounter each other." The red titan's blue optics glared menacingly towards more subdued gold, the face mask obscuring the plating twitching slightly, as if he were chuckling underneath his breath. "I told you all those megacycles ago, didn't I? I would become far more powerful than your pathetic dictatorship by committee ever could!"
"Replacing the Mekaen Council with your own iron fist, Tyrannous?" Galbinus took a step forward, and the cannon began to shift and twist, until the cannon had become a halberd, bright red energy forming a lanced tip that crackled beneath the sunlight. "Terrible enough that you've thrown so many orbital satellites into ruin by your efforts. I will not let you inflict the same fate onto Earth!"
"Oh, you misunderstand me, Galbinus." The rotary blades snapped into Tyrannous's palms, and the leader of the Free Brothers slammed them together, forming into a two handed sword as the bottom unfolded into a crosshilt. "I do not intend to do anything of the sort. I have an altogether different plan in mind for this surprising little primitive mudball."
"Not so long as I remain online."
"So fortunate that I have a solution then!"
With that, both leaders charged, and like so many times before, battle was once again joined.
I didn't have time to set up the post, so have an interlude.
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ConfusedCanuck
Where did it all go wrong?
- Location
- Neverland
Looks like the Not!Autobots are busy.
And I couldn't help but notice that they have a few toys they've kept for themselves as well. Which I can't blame them wanting to keep a few aces up there sleeves.
And I couldn't help but notice that they have a few toys they've kept for themselves as well. Which I can't blame them wanting to keep a few aces up there sleeves.
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
So... it's tuesday with the Mekaens?
- Location
- USA
Yup. I was aiming for a tone that they could treat this snippet as a stand-alone episode shot.
- Location
- United States of America, Michigan
I like the imagery of a fire truck turning into a flame thrower mech.
- Location
- USA
He's not even the first one!
Okay technically he was a Brave, but Guard Fire from Fighbird kinda did it too.
Things like us getting a Marine support formation? We never did get the results from Over There, one way or another.
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
Kind of a dick move to disguise himself as a fire suppression vehicle when he started the fire.
- Location
- USA
I know I know. 😬
I mean, you can kind of understand his confusion, it's called a Fire Truck, not a Fire Stopper Truck.Kind of a dick move to disguise himself as a fire suppression vehicle when he started the fire.
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
...I'd call bullshit if he wasn't a literal space alien.I mean, you can kind of understand his confusion, it's called a Fire Truck, not a Fire Stopper Truck.
- Location
- United States of America, Michigan
Does this mean Cinder (the fire truck Kausen) has a Legion rival who uses an ice cream truck as his 'disguise'? Cause I would totally be down for that