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2017-11-09 Force Of Reckoning

From Transformers: Lost and Found

Force of Reckoning
Date 2017/11/09
Location Rigard - Great Plains
Participants Strika
NPCs Elysium, !Tormentor
Scene GM Lieutenant
Summary Strika proves why she's a commander.

The air is dry on the eastern side of the colony capital. Tall grasses of green and brown and purple sway in the warm breezes, scraping with a soft susurrus. There are few trees to block the views of the mountains to the north or the savanna stretching southward.

Further east, the Spaceport is visible. There the bulk of the Lost Light looms, interrupting the flat horizon. The thin track of a transport tube connects the city to the spaceport surrounding the Lost Light.

The wide sky above is often clear; at night, the slightest wisps of the Mantle can be made out, reflecting light from the sun.


       The city of Tempo has been blanketed in soft, shimmering snow. The lake has frozen over completely, and most of the grassland foliage has withered under the frost. Within Tempo's structures, everything is warm and toasty! Volunteers keep streets fairly clear with their candy-striped snow plows, and offer free tire chains to those that need them. The snowfall occurs more frequently in the evenings.

The Great Plains were covered in snow recently, beautiful white outstretched all the way toward the spaceport. It certainly would have been a pleasure to play in had Rigard been left alone. Up above in the darkened sky is Elysium, still not as grand as he once appeared. At least no one can see that from how high he is. He keeps himself hovering in the air, shooting after some Rigardians that had the misfortune of being caught outside Tempo.

It seems to just be the pissy avian out, but through the shooting it might be unnoticed that the snow seems to be melting in a certain area not far off.

Strika has been running back and forth around the city helping keep her troops safe and in order, all the while fighting off whatever harbingers she can find. She doesn't arrive with snow melting and shining hero glory, but she does arrive in her tanky alt mode barrelling down the way as she yells at those unfortunate enough to be stuck, "Get back!" Transforming, the femme skids across the ground- getting between her people and the oncoming danger.

<FS3> Opposed Roll -- Strika=Fortitude Vs Tormentor=13 < Strika: Good Success (1 3 4 3 2 6 3 8 2 3 8 5 4) Tormentor: Good Success (1 6 2 6 5 2 6 2 5 7 8 7 6) < Net Result: Tormentor wins - Marginal Victory

Elysium hisses from above as Strika comes on the scene. No matter, he'll just shoot her down like the rest of those pointless mechs. However, his shot is interrupted when a tank near twice Strika's size barrels out after her. It's path clearing away the snow which melt around it. There is little intention of stopping either. The avian in the sky just rolls his optics. "Fine, whatever. Play with my toys, not like I was doing anything to begin with." he huffs.

<FS3> Opposed Roll -- Strika=Unarmed Vs Tormentor=13 < Strika: Great Success (7 4 7 4 2 4 3 1 1 4 6 8 7 5 4 7) Tormentor: Good Success (2 1 1 4 4 3 2 1 7 8 7 5 2) < Net Result: Strika wins - Solid Victory

Strika is too busy looking for the source of fire to notice the giant freakin tank speeding towards her, not until its too late. "SLAG!" Shoving the last injured mech out of the way, the femme can only brace herself before the two of them collide with a thunderclap of smashing metal. Wincing from the impact, she's sent skidding backwards as her feet leave scores in the ground.

Once she has her footing back, though, the femme doesn't run. Instead she strikes out to try and grab the tank beneath its front and lifts.

An unstoppable force may be able to push back the immovable object, but seems like the force can be flipped.

<FS3> Strika rolls Fortitude: Good Success. (6 6 7 6 3 3 2 1 3 7 6 2 8)

The tank is taken by surprise that Strika doesn't go down as intended. A challenge. !Tormentor just wanted her to get away from Elysium's shot but now, NOW he has to take her down. It'll be a great challenge and look like he's doing his job. His treads try to lock, he aims to try to stop her from turning him over.

Elysium only lets the Rigardians continue to leg it as he gawks at Strika. Well! This is going to be fun to see.

<FS3> Opposed Roll -- Strika=Unarmed Vs Tormentor=13 < Strika: Good Success (1 2 3 6 5 5 6 8 7 6 4 6 6 3 6 5) Tormentor: Good Success (5 7 3 1 3 1 7 5 8 2 1 5 4) < Net Result: Tormentor wins - Marginal Victory

Strika winces with a grunt as heat flares across her plating, centering on where her hands are pulling at the mech's alt. Great. She's probably going to be half melted by the time this is over, but either way, "Don't care if your kind are enslaved," Strika grits out, "You ain't getting any further than this!"

Squaring her stance, the Rigardian keeps at it but finds herself faltering as the heat- she can't keep holding like this much longer! So she does the obviously logical thing, drops him what little way she's managed to lift him and reels back to try and punch a hole through his chassis.

Strika doesn't quite manage to punch through his chassis, but she does leave a fist print in the armor. Consider it a way of leaving her autograph. !Tormentor shouts at the impact but he isn't deterred, nor does he respond to her comment. Instead he transforms, reeling up to his full height. The snow melts and the ground around him starts to smoke from the heat. It's not at dramatic a flare as !Rodimus, but it's a much larger scale.

"Feel free to kill her, soon." Elysium sighs, lowering himself near the ground to get a closer view of the fight. Still distance so not to end up collateral damage though.

Strika doesn't flinch when !Tormentor rises to his full height, glaring up at him entirely unperturbed. It's definitely getting a little toasty but she stands by her words: she isn't going to let them past. Nothing has to be said, the sentiment is clear enough when she rises to her own considerable (just not as considerable) height to stare him dead in the face- her own optics blazing with anger.

Elysium groans, "Well not that this isn't fun but," with that he aims his sniper rifle to end another Rigardian. This is boring the avian, clearly. "Keep her busy."  !Tormentor, even though he no longer has to listen to Elysium, still follows order and reels to punch Strika.

<FS3> Strika rolls Reaction+Reaction: Good Success. (1 7 2 4 8 6)

<FS3> Opposed Roll -- Strika=Unarmed Vs Tormentor=13 < Strika: Amazing Success (5 7 1 4 7 3 8 8 1 8 3 7 3 2 8 5) Tormentor: Great Success (3 3 8 2 5 1 7 7 1 4 5 2 7) < Net Result: Strika wins - Solid Victory

Strika’s optics widen as Elysium dives down and begins to go after one of the last fleeing Rigaridans, “NO!” The femme almost doesn’t see the near flaming fist coming for her. Dodging just in time, Strika spins away in time for the punch to just miss- grazing her and leaving a seared line marring the plating of her shoulder.

As much as she might want to stop Elysium, !Tormentor is the biggest threat right now… Strika has to bring him down before she can take out the skinny one. Crouching after that spinning dodge, the femme whips around to slam a fist into one of the larger mech’s hip joints. If she’s going to fight him, he’s gonna be looking her in the optics whether it be bending down or on his knees!

<FS3> Strika rolls Reaction+Reaction: Good Success. (7 4 1 8 7 5)

!Tormentor just misses his punch and tries to move his momentum to uppercut Strika. His attack is thwarted when she knocks him down with a powerful punch. Down on his knee, he glares at her. He may not be able to get up, so he bursts into flames that engulf his frame. The surrounding area for a few yards catches fire, leaving Strika's path to the Rigardians blocked. The !Decepticon makes another grab for her.

<FS3> Opposed Roll -- Strika=Firearms Vs Tormentor=13 < Strika: Good Success (6 1 7 3 2 6 3 6 3 8) Tormentor: Amazing Success (1 8 7 8 1 8 7 6 7 8 4 5 8) < Net Result: Tormentor wins - Crushing Victory

Again, Strika is cut off from going after the other. Stumbling away from the barrier of flames, the femme sidesteps his next punch to hop out of his reach. Frag it, if he keeps that up she won’t be able to get close! She violently whips her shotgun out of subspace as the flames increase in intensity, scorching across her plating as she fires… only for the shots to bounce off the other’s thick plating. Frag it all to-

Forced to retreat a few more yards the femme winces as her roasted plating shifts. Ow, yeah that one hurts.

These fires aren't going down yet.  !Tormentor is unable to grab Strika but she's further away from him now. A side glance, he points subtly at Elysium who hits his mark on another Rigardian. The !Decepticon doesn't lunge to attack, he just kneels where he is, giving a bob of the head. Shoot the other mech. He will wait.

<FS3> Strika rolls Firearms: Good Success. (2 3 6 8 5 8 1 6 1 5)

Strika is about to fire again, lifting her shotgun, but pauses when she sees his movement. Its subtle, but its most definitely there. Leaving the pause barely lasting an instant, the Rigardian switches targets to aim for Elysium’s chest plates instead. No guarantee her shotgun will do much good at this range, but racing over to punch him isn’t an option at this point.

Pulling the trigger, Strika gladly takes the free potshot, “Hey, fights over here, fragger!” Better she gets beaten up than the rest.

Elysium cries out and from surprise drops out of the sky. Only a short distance before he activates his thrusters again. Months ago one shot would have been enough to make him seek out a place to hide. That or pretend he was more damaged and lie on the ground. However, that was months ago, before he was demoted to being a Decepticon servant.

"Of course you didn't kill this one, you soft spark." Elysium bares his teeth, as his points to shoot Strika. He'll just have to do it himself!

<FS3> Opposed Roll -- Lieutenant=Firearms+2 Vs Strika=Reaction+Reaction < Lieutenant: Good Success (1 6 2 4 4 7 6 5 4 5 4 3 8 1) Strika: Failure (3 5 4 6 5 6) < Net Result: Lieutenant wins - Solid Victory

<FS3> Strika rolls Fortitude: Amazing Success. (6 7 7 5 2 7 7 4 7 8 2 8 4)

<FS3> Strika rolls Fortitude: Good Success. (3 5 1 2 7 7 5 5 4 1 8 2 1)

<FS3> Strika rolls Unarmed: Amazing Success. (7 7 1 4 6 8 8 6 2 4 6 8 7 1 4 3)

Strika dodges, or at least attempts to. The second she tries to lunge, the heat finally gets to one of struts on her frame and the femme’s leg nearly gives out. She manages to regain her footing but not before Elysium fires and the shots hits her dead in the chestplates. Falling back, Strika collapses to a knee. Using the shotgun as a brace against the ground, energon spatters across the dirt. She isn’t about to let that little shit take her down, though.

Pushing herself back up, Strika glares up at the mech. She’s really mad now, and all its directed at that fragger above. She is going to destroy him. Only the fire- ….. She knows how to get to him.

Spacing the weapon, Strika starts running towards !Tormentor through the flames. When she reaches him she doesn’t punch as she had before, she plants a pede on his chestplates and throws herself off of him like a springboard- hand reaching out to crunch one of Elysium’s thruster’s in a hand and drag him back down to ground level beneath her.

He’s about to figure out what a mistake it was to attack her mechs.

She gets back up. Strika not only gets back up but charges at !Tormentor. Elysium lines up the shot to hit Strika, but between the flames he misses and hits the !Decepticon instead. He barely has time to try again when he's dragged to the ground with a cry. "FRAG OFF!" He shrieks, using a hand to claw at her, "You're dripping blood EVERYWHERE!" It's only a trickle but it's a lot to him.

Strika gives no mercy to the struggling and screeching avian, viciously dragging him down and throwing him into the dirt where she smashes a foot against his chassis to shut him up. Strika roars down at him, “YOU’RE GOING TO BE BLEEDING A LOT MORE THAN ME SOON ENOUGH!”

There is a unsatisfying cracking noise as Elysium's frame starts giving under Strika's foot. He screams out, digging into the dirt with his heels as he tries to free himself. "!TORMENTOR!" he pleads, but receives no answer. The ginormous mech's fires begin to die down as the energon leaks down from his throat. He's not coming to the avian's aid. "Please! Please don't! I don't want to die!"

Strika stops pressing more of her own frame’s weight into the others’ but doesn’t release the already given pressure, pinning the mech as she turns to look back at !Tormentor. That’s right. He’s still over there isn’t he- well, frag.

Elysium shot him.

"Please... please.." Elysium's weapon was too far to grab for a cheap shot, so he could only beg.

!Tormentor slowly rises, gingerly touching his new wound. Just blood, and it's not like he used his vocals much to begin with. He only glances at Strika for a moment, then at Elysium. Instead of helping, he turns away and begins walking away while the avian starts screaming in panic. "W-WAIT-! D-DON'T LEAVE ME! DON'T! TORMENTOR!"

Those pleas fall deaf to !Tormentor's audios. He's not going after the Rigardians, he's going to find a way back to the Light Lost.

Strika calmly watches as !Tormentor stands, waiting to see what he does… Then lets him walk away. He let her get a shot in at Elysium and so long as he doesn’t go after her people or Tempo… she’s fine with him walking away.

Speaking of the whining pathetic heap beneath her pede… Reaching down, the femme harshly yanks him off his pedes and leans in close as her optics narrow, “I was going to destroy you but I have a better idea. You’re going to tell us exactly what you all are planning… and maybe I won’t rip those fragging wings off one piece of plating at a time.”

Elysium realizes he's alone now, he has no shot at coming out of this alive. What does one do when looking death in the optics? He crumbles. "Please, please, I don't know anything!  !Rodimus made me into a slave just like the rest!" He points at his collar, feet kicking frantically for the ground, to run away. "Anything I did know is old news! It's already been done! Please don't kill me!"

Strika listens to him, realized just how pathetic and small he is. He is practically a spoiled new spark in a well worn frame... but her grip doesn't loosen. "Being pathetic doesn't make up for being a monster." Ok, honestly it is starting to get to her a little. It would be a waste of her energy to kill him really... but frag if she isn't going to teach him a lesson and scare him half to death.

She shifts her hold on him, gripping the harbinger tightly by the helm while the other goes to put a vice like hold on his wing- as if making good on her threat to rip his wings off, strika voice drops to a dangerously, "You won't have to worry about your captain where you're going."

To the brig! But he doesn't need to know that.

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