Slaver Attack!

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Slaver Attack!

WHO: Soundwave, Quintessa, Velocity, Cal, Donnie, Ratchet
WHEN: Now
WHAT: Combat testing
WARNINGS: Violence

How you got here isn't that terribly important. It was a whole adventure that we don't really need to go into, but the end result is that you are now here, in the middle of a volcano after chasing down some Slavers whose activity you had detected while scouting the planet. Halfway through the chase, the Manchineel treekin slaver stops and spins around, raising her hand and calling out a commanding voice in a language you don't understand. The magma around you rumbles to life, as three rocklords rise out of the glowing sea of fire.

Behind the Slaverlord leader is a cactus plantkin, a butterfly insectkin, and a snail insectkin, all of stopping on a platform and preparing to finish the fight here.

Behind them is the echoing and dismaying cry of thousands of voices, each calling for help and for mercy.

"Star moving the cargo!" The Manchineel Slaver shouts into her arm computer. "High quality ones first, leave the old and sick behind, they're not worth it."

With that she, turns it off and sneers at the team of Cybertronians balancing precariously on the narrow strip of non-lava land.

"Hope playing hero is worth the fiery death you're about to have." She sneers at them, and prepares for a fight.

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"Ugh, you guys need a new hobby," Donnie scowls, gripping his tech-bō tighter. That there are more of these guys still operating just turns his stomach, and like when they'd come across such happening with the Star People in Anemone's village, it's just not something he can ignore.

...the lava's kind of concerning though. Okay, so he may be a bit anxious about the whole situation but clearly beating down some slavers will make things loads better.

Velocity bounced back and forth from pede to pede with furious energy, and pointed a shaking finger at the slaver. "You're going to regret... everything!" She shouted. "I hope being a morally bankrupt piece of scrap was worth all of the innocent lives you harmed along the way, except! It isn't! So I take that back, just go ahead and fall face-first in that lava right now and save us all the time, okay?"

Normally Cal might have a few, questionably heroic and undoubtably sassy things to say in such situations. However this situation happens to involve being surrounded by just WAY too much lava. Illegal amounts of lava

His ass is sweating. His shirt is drenched. His forehead is dripping.

He's feeling cranky.

"Why are bad guys so obsessed with volcanos! You sleemos suck!"

Spell: Energy Blast

Quintessa had agreed to come along mostly because she needed a change of scenery, having spent far too many hours recently in her crystal garden fretting about the state of the new Cube form. Yet when they'd discovered the Slavers inside the volcano along with their horrifying cargo, she was glad that she was there. They'd had precious little information despite her keeping a metaphorical ear to the stars about the Slaverlords' activities beyond the vague, and Quintessa has neither forgotten nor reined in her loathing of the one profaning her name in this universe.

The others have ready quips for the fight to begin (some more poignant than others) but Quintessa sees no need: her magic will speak for itself. She floats out above the lava, high enough to stay out of its bubbling reach, and focuses on the nearest Rocklord Bree. If anything, it might give her landbound companions a bit more room to maneuver.

They may not be Slaverlords themselves, but Quintessa has a metal bone to pick with Rocklords too.

She summons a ball of whirling, bright blue lightning and hurls it at Rocklord Bree.

Spell: 31 (critical success)
Damage: 128

Rocklord Bree lets out a loud grunt as a blast of pure power smashes into his side and blows away a chunk of his arm. He looks down at it and then back at Quintessa, its glowing red eyes shinning bright with fury.

"Oho! A magic user!" The butterfly shouts from way across the battlefield. "How cute! You should be worth something, I bet!"

Unarmed Grapple: 24 (success)
Quintessa's magical evade: 21 (success)

Rocklord Bree snarls and charges across the field, stomping through the lava with all the unstoppable force of a moose running through ten feet of snow. He raises his arms and attempts to get them around Quintessa to crush the life out of her, but she blinks out of existence and manages to avoid being caught.

The rocklord roars in challenge and slams his rocky chest with his enormous hands.

Spell: Battle Meditation

It could be his imagination, or a mirage of the heat... But Cal get's the distinct
impression that the already impressive Rocklords grew roughly three times bigger in the blink of an eye... His mind playing tricks on him, that's for sure.

He moves a short distance to where he hopes he won't get stepped on by either friend of foe and focuses on the Force.

Rocklord Bo
Unarmed Grapple: 20 (success)
Damage: 103
Soundwave Counterattack: 37
Damage: 51

Rocklord Ra
Unarmed Grapple: 24 (fail)
Damage (halved): 65

Rocklord Bo charges across the field, splashing aside lava as it charges at Soundwave and manages to get its big, superheated arms around the Decepticon, crushing him against his chest with overwhelming force. One of Soundwave's tentacles lashes out and smashes the Rocklord in the arm, dealing a small amount of damage, but not able to break his hold.

Meanwhile, Rocklord Ra ignores Soundwave and completely misses Cal to bring its fists down on the brightly-coloured Ratchet, grabbing him with his superheated rock arms and crushing him to his chest, trapping the medic in his grip.

Spell: Toxic Rain
Fortitude saves:
Ratchet: 0
Cal: 1
Quintessa: 23 (success)
Rocklord Bo: 28 (success)
Rocklord Ra: 21 (success)
Donnie: 5
Velocity: 10

Damage: 47

The Manchineel Slaver raises her hands and calls forth the powers of her ancestors. May all but her suffer the poison of the air and be drenched in the holy cleansing of her poison rain!

An explosion of deep green light appears over everyone, and before they could react, a torrential downpour of painful, poisoning rain drenches everywhere, seeping into every delicate part of your bodies and draining you of your essence.

"May you be destroyed by a servant of Bos'Kit!" The Manchineel Slaver shouts at them, her voice the unsteady and passionate howl of a preacher of an undying faith. "May her glory destroy your moral eyes!"

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Ohhh those big guys move a lot faster than one would expect of...big guys. Donnie yelps as one of them comes uncomfortably close and he's only glad that he's not on the other end of that hug. That's...probably not a good position for Ratchet though.

Before he can do anything, the sudden flare of green light has him looking up, and then he grimaces, pulling his goggles down just before something most definitely not rain comes. It hisses against his shield before that goes gutting out, and then it's like everything is burning except it has nothing to do with the excessive heat of the lava.

The culprit responsible is too far, but there's plenty of threats right here, so Donnie spins his tech-bō before changing it into its rifle mode to fire off some lasers at Rockin' Ra.

Ranged: 22 (success)
Damage: 28

For the Rocklord, it's as though the those lasers come completely out of nowhere, and it wheels around, squinting through the lava steam and radiating heat to find who the hell would dare attack it.

Perception: 14

Donnie goes unnoticed for now.

"Should I even try shooting?"

Dean the snail asks the Manchineel slaver, squinting over the lava at the group struggling with the rocklords. A very large and nasty-looking sniper rifle is by his side that he holds delicately.

"Seems a bit unfair if you ask me."

"Ratchet!"

It came out a weak, shaking vent that tore itself out of her chest as Velocity scrambled towards where Ratchet had almost completely disappeared within the hold of the rock creature that called himself Ra.

"No, no, nononono, you're okay, you're okay, you're going to be okay!" She babbled as she neared them. Ignoring her own pain, ignoring how big the creature was, ignoring everything but Ratchet, Velocity ripped open one of her medical kits and attempted to help Ratchet.

Even as she was in the midst of doing her best to heal the battered body of one of her only friends, her terror was building and building into something overwhelming that had her lips peeling away from her dentae as she aimed her pistol at one of the rocklord's eyes. She screamed, "I'll slagging kill you for this!" and fired.

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Medical roll: 20 (critical success)
Precision shot: 21 (success)
Damage: 135

Bam! The Rocklord reels back as part of its head explodes from the sheer impact of Velocity's shot. As it stumbles around, reaching up to touch its missing face, Ratchet wakes up, once again back in this horrible business.

Fortress

The giant cactus narrows her eyes at the group across the lava and pulls out her shield. She stands directly in front of the beautiful butterfly slaver and vows to protect her with all her might. A shimmering white dome appears around them, protecting them from any future harm.

"It would be a little mean, wouldn't it?" The Butterfly Slaver says, tapping the side of her face with a perfectly manicured nail.

"But that one had such a good shot!" She points at Velocity. "Such a pretty thing! I'd love to have her face on my wall next to all the others."

Healing @ Cal
Normal Magic Attack @ Rocklord Ra

Quintessa was fortunate that she had evaded the Rocklord's crushing grip, but the others were much less fortunate as behind her, the rest of her team had a few tough few seconds. Especially poor Ratchet, although Velocity's fierce healing brought him around again quickly enough.

Still, they were looking a bit worse for wear. She moved back toward the others and focused on Cal, calling upon her healing which inexplicably also worked on organics. Magic!

With that done, she took aim at the Rocklord Ra who had crushed Ratchet and flung a blast of blue light at it.

Magic: 18 (success)
Damage: 53

Crack! Now looking a bit worse-for wear and Rocklord stumbles again as it's attacked with a burst of magic from the front. Ah, a magic user, the worst kind of user. Furious, Rocklord Ra bellows and beats his chest in challenge.

Unarmed Grapple: 23
Damage: 120

Rocklord Bree snarls and grabs Lottie and pulls her to his chest. The last thing she feels right before darkness takes her is a horrible crushing in her chest and spark, and a terrible burning as the Rocklord hoists her body and throws it into the lava behind him.

Spell: Force Pull

No sooner has he waved and shouted a thank you to quintessa for magicking (or whatever she did) off the lingering effects of that noxious poison Does he see poor Velocity's rag dolling body go sailing through the air to plunk into the lava.

Eyes widening he abandons thought of attaching the monsters, the Force singing in his blood from his meditations. He reaches out before she submerges completely with a giant invisible hand and carefully lifts her and draws her towards him, laying her down next to him before releasing the telekinetic hold he had.

She's obviously not out of the woods yet but at least she's not in lava.

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Both Rocklords start humming, raising their fists as the air around them crackles.

Their next attacks are bound to be devastating.

"Every time! Every time with the crushing!" Ratchet laments as he steadies himself on his feet, taking stock of the battle arena. Nothing good, but that's not new. He throws his barrier down to give Donnie and Quin a bit of shielding from whatever the hell the Rock Lords are doing now, then bolts away across the rocky terrain over to where Cal has brought Velocity back onto land.

"Great idea! Right, okay, I'm making us even right now, Velocity, as best as I can." Even though he's somewhat sure they're all gonna die. Hey, you still gotta try though, right?

While the intruders are still being distracted by the Rocklords, the Manchineel Slaver gets on her knees on the hot ground and clasps her hands together with a bowed head.

And she prays.

These are by far not the most favorable circumstances. While he's glad for his small size he's also quite aware of how very smashable he is, and after seeing how easily the gargantuan rocklords have dispatched of even his bigger allies, Donnie isn't all that reassured that he'll remain unseen for long.

"What are they..." No attacks? That could be good or bad. He does not like the reverberations coming from the two, nor their proximity to them. A shield springs up from seemingly nowhere and he almost jumps, but it's small enough a comfort. That doesn't mean he's inclined to wait to see if it'll help.

He hefts his tech-rifle up again and fires this time at Rocklord Bree.

Ranged: 23 (success)
Damage x2: 60

Rocklord Bree reels as cracks spiderweb through it, its outer shell crumbling away under this abuse from all sides. However, a series of attacks catches his attention and he squints around the battlefield, trying to find it.

Perception: 7

Stil, Donnie evades them.

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Quintessa

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Rocklord Bree

Cal

Rocklord Bo and Rocklord Ra

Manchineel Slaver

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Slave Snail Dean

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Cactus Slaver

Butterfly Slaver

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Rocklord Bree

Cal

Rocklord Bo and Rocklord Ra

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Manchineel Slaver

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