The Zone: Part Two

[re_alignedmods]

Thanks to the distraction caused by the various creatures and anomalies, and the interference from the ever-increasing radiation, pinpointing the fallen 'meteor' and likely source of the attacks may have been difficult up until now.

But efforts to locate it have paid off.

South-west of Haven, there is a ridged valley that did not exist a week ago. In it's center is a massive, sprawling power plant, exhaust towers rising up to the horizon. It is literally crawling with more mutants.

As if that was not ominous enough, it is a nuclear power-plant.

Anyone who has been to Earth or knows their human history - or happen to be from a Tyran universe - may recognize it for what it is: Chernobyl, straight out of some alternate Ukraine. The facility is tucked in the middle of the valley like it landed there, edges slightly off and melded into the landscape, but entirely intact in it's crumbling, ominous glory. Despite being of human-make, the building is devoid of functional electric lights, the very air around it seeming to leech the light out of the surroundings, but it is far from lacking in 'living' activity.

The concentration of anomalies, radiation, and Lambda-like energy signatures is at it's strongest here, surrounding the moldering facility. Any sensors point to the readings only getting worse on the inside.

Any organics or particularly weak-armored Cybertronians are going to want protective shielding of some variety to participate in this attack. The radiation in this valley is well beyond safe levels, and only on the rise. Any attempts to simply attack from the air (unfortunately) do little damage, the majority of any ordnance hitting some sort of storm cloud-like anomaly thundering with increasing intensity above the facility.

It looks like it might be growing. Time is running out.

You will have to enter to find the source.


[[Mod Note: Given modly time constraints, the following prompts are not intended to be NPC'd, but are instead to serve as a vague story-line for the assault. Feel free to use them, pick and chose only ones that interest you, or to thread your own attack as you please! However, once the Source is reached, a final prompt will be posted when it is destroyed, (or when the event comes to a close a week from today.)

And as a side-note, this plot contains SPOILERS to the end of the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. series.]]

Comments

[raceme]

[You need a warning siren or something, like Ratchet. That would help a lot. U JELLY OF HIS ABILITIES? 8) be jelly. He doesn't have many of those But Blurr is soon enough touching the ground as well. he rather not, because it's filthy here but he can tell by the wtf expression in Sentinel's face that he wasn't expecting him to fly.]

Who? ME? no...WHY? [Who told you.] You just surprised me, that's all.

[primest]

[HEY HE HAS HEAVY FOOT FALLS]

You did the... flying thing. [he shrugs. doesn't give a shit.] Found anything worth our time?

[raceme]

[Well Blurr was distracted investigating!.]

Yes I've been able to do it for six months or so. I thought you knew? I can do a few other things thanks to my Glyph. [Then he shocks his head.] No not yes I was deciding what way to go. Suggestions?

[primest]

I don't really care to keep up with everything that's happening to everyone.

[even if that is really cool]

The obvious answer is the way neither of us have been yet.

[raceme]

I can't do that either, it's understandable. I can also fly while in my alt mode.

[Imagine a flying racing car. He almost gave Blitzwing a spark attack once, it was great.]

To the left then. [He starts to walk towards the darkened corridor.] Are you feign alright? The radiation is heavier here.

[primest]

That's... [he just trails off and makes a 'hm' noise. that sure is a thing.]

I wouldn't be here if it was too much. Not without protection, anyway. [a pause] Speaking of protection, isn't your armour too thin for all this?

[raceme]

I'll show you one day if you want. [Blurr gives him a smile.] I'm still learning but I practice as much as I can. [And this is why more often than not Cliffjumper ends babysitting him and making sure he doesn't pass out.]

[Oh you had to mention that.] I...I feel fine. [Doooodging the real answer. And Blurr's not really feeling all that fine but he's not melting yet and he things that's enough.]

[primest]

...I'll pass.

[IT'S WEIRD OKAY, THE JETTWINS ARE THE ONLY AUTOBOTS HE'S COMFORTABLE TO SEE FLY]

Riiiight. Right. The guy who's famous for overexertion is feeling fine. I believe that.

[sentinel doesn't seem to care much, however, as he's barely even sparing blurr a glance. bess frand]

[raceme]

Oh. Okay. I was just thinking we could spend some more time together doing something that's not work related.

[Sentinel learn how to friendship better, can you?]

IAmnotfamousforthat! [He still huff and then...grabs Sentinel's arm to stop him from taking another step. Not like Blurr has the strenght to do that but he hopes it works.]

I think I've heard something. And it sounded like a growl.

[primest]

[blurr's offer is ignored because honestly? sentinel thinks he's lying. who would want to do that????

the arm grabbing, however, does make him stop. more in surprise at being grabbed than anything else. he primes his shield in response.] If you say so. Probably just another tiny pig thing.

[raceme]

[He still has doubts after all that happened here? Damn it sempai Sentinel what a guy has to do for you to nice the blooming friendship?]

Could be. Those thing go in pac...[he doesn't has time to finish as something bigger than the boars and far, far uglier, runs Btu of the shadows, charging at them.] WATCH OUT!

[primest]

[he's not great with trust okay oh god why is he senpai]

Wh--[clang. woops. something thinks he looks tasty! the air is turned as blue as sentinels paint job as he's knocked on his ass quite ungracefully.

thanks chimera. he was trying to look cool!]

Best Elite Guard agents right now right here, ladies and gentlemen

[raceme]

[Noticed. Don't stress yourself, he sucks at it.

Weeep. Did you broke your tailpipe, buddy? Blurr only managed to avoid that thanks to his speed. He wants that thing away from Sentinel and dead if possible, so he's going to use that modified gun he got from Blackarachnia and put Cliffjumper's shooting lessons to good us.

He almost blow off Sentinel's head.

So much for having good aim. At least that got the monster's attention, it's running towards him now.]

Re: Best Elite Guard agents right now right here, ladies and gentlemen

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[You know what would be pretty excellent right now? A completely random and ridiculously good timed save. And that's exactly what you dudes get.

A ceiling panel right above Sentinel is apparently chopped to pieces, and the thing falls down right on top of him. Sorry Sentinel. Oh, and then Drift drops down through the ceiling too, also right on top of Sentinel. Drift launches off of his chin head towards the critter, easily catching up with the mutant thing and chopping it in half. Hot dog style. It's very gross.

Sorry if you get splattered with guts, Blurr.]

[primest]

[considering sentinel's already on his ass, drift's landing only really knocks him back onto his... well, back.

he's a little confused on what he should be getting angry at; the panel, the growling organic thing that had the audacity to scare him or the heinous ceiling weeb that landed on his magnificent face. all three? all three. before the string of expletives makes it to his vocaliser, however, drift's finished making the sushi and all the fun is over.

propped up on his elbows and with a quirked optic ridge, he just about manages to get out an uncomprehending] ...What?

[raceme]

[Blurr just states at the whole show in shock and, to be honest, more than a little bit of disgust.

Thanks Drift for covering him in mutated blood that probably is also radiated as hell. His thin armor really appreciate it. If Blurr had a stomach you all would be seeing its contents.]


....thankyoudriftbutwasthatentrancereallynecessary?

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Drift gives his sword a flick to get the blood and guts off and slides it back into it's scabbard, grinning sheepishly at Blurr.]

Oh, um. Sorry about that. Reflexes.

[and THEN he glances over at the guy he dropped on top of.]

I didn't hurt you, did I?

[primest]

[SORRY HE'S JUST SO OFFENDED???]

You landed on my face! Why did you even--- what?! What the frag just happened!?

[raceme]

W-what were you doing in the ceiling I don't understand...[He's still a bit in shock, excuse him.]

He saved us Sentinel. You don't know Drift? [There's two of him around and you don't know at least one?

Blurr brushes off the creature's entrails from him as he looks at Drift.] Thank you, by the way. You are really good with that sword.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[YEAH YOU BE OFFENDED YOU WEENIE. Drift holds his hands up defensively, trying to give Sentinel an apologetic look.]

I really am sorry about that! That was just the most convenient place to hop down.

[For some reason. He turned to Blurr and. Uhm. Gently plucks a bit of GUTS from that weird head spike of his.]

Don't mention it. You looked like you could use a hand.

[Yep still not explaining the ceiling thing don't worry about it]

[primest]

[he gives drift a look that could curdle milk and gets up, dusting himself off. another scowl at some of the splatter that got on his chest.]

You couldn't go one panel to the right? [UGH WHATEVER MAN

BESIDES, NEW THING TO BE OFFENDED ABOUT:] We had it under control!

[raceme]

[Gee thanks, Drift. He still feels disgusting but finally there's less organic stuff on him. And Blurr doesn't feel just disgusting, he's starting to feel nauseous too but that might be the radiation around him. Blurr's going to ignore it because that's clearly how problems go away.]

Guys let's not fight, we have other problems to worry about. [Case in point, there's more chimeras approaching. This time Blurr's ready at least. He shoots at one of the chimeras and the fifth blast even hit it. It moves more slowly but doesn't stop.]

Maybe Cliff is right and I need to get me a bigger weapon.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

That was under control? Gosh, I'm so embarrassed! I completely misread the situation!

[That's a nice hippie way of saying UP YOURS SENTINEL. Kind of. But since Blurr is such a cutie, Drift will leave the sassing at that. Also the chimeras are kind of a big deal. He readies his blades, waiting for Blurr to finish shooting before he charges in to attack the closest critter.]

[primest]

[his face flushes red with...anger, embarrassment, pick one. the battlemask is up before he's done going scarlet however, due to the chimeras appearing.

SORT OF AT A LOSS OF WHAT TO DO, so he activates his own Totally-Not-Pillar-Gifted gun (forgetting, in the heat of the moment he'd lied to blurr about it) before... not shooting anything. thanks again, drift! your weeb ass is in the way! (like he couldn't make the shot if he wasn't a shitty marksman.) sentinel then swears, deactivates it, brings up his shield and shoves it at blurr before going the same route as drift: stabby shanky with his lance. maybe kicking one of the chimeras as well.

all this in the space of several seconds while yelling "GOD FRAGGING DAMNIT"

he's credit to team!]

[raceme]

[Blurr grabs the shield if only because he's confused again about what is going on. He swear, his brain is usually not this slow, but it seems the radiation is catching up on him. He must be imagining things too because he doesn't remember Sentinel having a gun before.]

E-Ey wait for me!

[That's probably the first time he ever said that. Blurr runs after them, jumps and kicks a chimera on the head (one of them) and keeps moving forward.]

Maybe we ca trap them somewhere?