Transformers2005 - Tuesday, July 07, 1998, 6:45 PM -------------------------------------------------- You return to reality... Last Chance Alley Contents: Last Chance Club, Abandoned Warehouse, Hole In the Wall, Loan Sharkticon Obvious exits: North leads to Olympic Stadium. Southeast leads to Casino Strip. The Loan Sharkticon slithers up to you and wraps a slimy fin around you. Loan Sharkticon whispers, "I am making you an offer you can not refuse." Springer enters from the Casino Strip to the southeast. You evade Springer's grasp attack. Rodimus Prime concludes, "And you can TAKE your pals and run back to Quintessa with-- hey!" Springer receives a radio transmission from Broadside. Springer transmits a message via radio. Springer spots you as he's trying to hurry to the stadium. "ROD!" Rodimus Prime shoves the slimy Sharkticon aside and turns at the sound of his name. "What?" Springer hurries up to you. "Come on. We're gonna be late." Springer grabs at your arm and tries to drag you to the stadium Springer transmits a message via radio. Rodimus Prime stumbles a few steps before yanking his arm free. "Late for WHAT?" Springer receives a radio transmission. Springer looks at you with an exasperated expression. "FOR THE GAME, Dimbulb!" Springer transmits a message via radio. Rodimus Prime rubs the back of his head. "Oh, 'zat now? I didn't hear any announcement." Springer grabs for your arm again. "Broadside said it'll start any minute." Rodimus Prime jerks his arm back out of reach. "I'm coming, Springer, you don't have to be so grabby." Springer sighs impatiently. He obviously is in the mood for some real action. "Come ON then. Before we're disqualified." Rodimus Prime spreads his hands, smirking as he moves forward. "I'm moving. I don't know about you." Springer shakes his head and moves towards the stadium. Springer leaves to the stadium to the north. You head north to the brand-new stadium. Olympic Stadium Obvious exits: West leads to Monacus Highrise Hotel. South leads to Last Chance Alley. East leads to PGI Office Block. Springer waves from in back of the crowd. "Yo, Broadside! Got our fourth!" Broadside arches an optic. "Really? Who." Springer points to Rodimus, trailing behind him. Rodimus Prime pushes through the crowd behind Springer, as if on cue. Swoop stands and looks around, still wondering where that pool is. Springer says, "The Main Man himself, Broadside." Broadside blinks. "He can play basketball?" he asks, a mischeviously grin crossing his face. Broadside offers a two finger salute. "Evening, Rodimus." Springer forces his way through the crowd to the other Autobots. Rodimus Prime smirks, "Yeah, almost as well as you can play pool. Who else is playing?" Springer mock-groans. "Rodimus plays basketball as well as Broadside plays pool??? We're lost!!! Where's Tradewind? We need her on the team." Broadside points down to the still slightly dripping Femme next to him. "Right here." Springer waits for the people obstructing his view to move, then bows gallantly to Tradewind. "The lovely lady herself. We're honored by your presence." Tradewind steps out of Broadside's shadow to offer a small wave. "Don't mind the water, the sailor here," she glares good-naturedly at Broadsider, "Decided I needed a bath." Broadside shrugs. "She said she missed the water, I obliged her." Rodimus Prime prods Springer in the back. "You can knock off the act, Sir Goofball," he teases. "We're all Autobots here." Swoop scratches his head, and waves to Rodimus, "Hi Rodee-mus." Springer's face grows saddened at Rod's rebuke. "But, Rod. You know I can't resist a pretty face. I'd die if I had to stop." He looks mortally wounded for a moment before winking an aside to Tradewind. Rodimus Prime snorts. "Remind me to set up an appointment for you with Siphon.." Lion arrives from the hotel to the west. Lundra has arrived. Lundra A fairly tall alien about 19' tall. He is blue skinned and wears a Basketball outfit with the numbers 01 on it. He's kinda goofy looking big nose spikey black hair and lanky looking. Lion pads in, looking a little restless.... Springer shoots a mock glare at Rod. Swoop glances over at Razorclaw, and then back to the other Autobots. Rodimus Prime makes a face that'd probably make a lot more sense if he had a tongue to stick out at Springer. Tradewind shakes herself a little, releasing the final few water droplets still clinging to her frame. Flonka arrives from the hotel to the west. Flonka It's a flonking odd-looking alien! He stands almost twenty feet tall and looks rather built, with long arms and legs. Springer claps his hands together. "So, when does the game start?" Flonka ambles out of the hotel. Broadside shrugs, "Soon as the competition shows." Broadside says, "The threat of facing Tradewind probably scared them off." Springer snickers. "Competition? They probably all flaked out when they heard who the Autobots were fielding as a team." Broadside winks with a good natured grin. Lion prowls around in a tight circle, eyeing everyone occasionally, giving the Alien a little more attention,............. Rodimus Prime pillows his hands behind his head. "We're such awful powergamers," he grins. Broadside laughs heartily. "So true, Rodimus." "Yeah," Springer agrees. "And we just love doing it." Flonka makes his way over toward Lundra and crosses his arms. Lion rolls his eyes at the Autobots banter, he finally lies down facing the group, and just stares. Lundra looks at Flonka and waves his long arm, "Uggh, Hi There Flonka. You reddy for this basketball event?" Flonka nods slowly, "Where are the others?" Springer says, "So, Tradewind, you're team captain, right?" T'Saalix arrives from the Last Chance Alley. T'Saalix A large reptilian alien wearing a shiny metallic loincloth with glowing eyes. Did I mention he's large? Tradewind starts at Springer, "I'm *what*???" Broadside shrugs. "Figured she'd be point. I'll take center, and you two can argue over wings." T'Saalix pads in with a hiss You say, "I thought you were the captain, Springer -- running around dragging people around by the arms..." Springer says, "Nah. I'm just rearguard action, making sure everyone else gets where they're supposed to be (he says pointedly to Rod)" Rodimus Prime smiles innocently. "So where'm I supposed to be?" Broadside says, "Yah, points are usually captains..." T'Saalix strides over to a judge. "Where do I regissster?" Springer grins. "On the court, Kid. Kicking tailpipe and taking names." Flonka glances over at T'Saalix, knowing he'll have a heck of a time trying to type that thing already. Rodimus Prime narrows an exasperated glare at Springer. "I'm not a kid." Blewn'ski arrives from the hotel to the west. Blewn'ski A large, black beret covers the head of this smiling, young alien. Her tentacles and feelers protrude from every which way, in an array of colors--blue, yellow, red, orange, green, even a few clear ones. *Three* eyes lay on her head, each a different color. What a slimy mess. Lundra crosses his arms, 'Over here T'nyseix...er.. T'Saalix We gud team 'ere." Springer throws up his hands in a surrender gesture. "Sooorry. Yeesh." Tradewind smiles indulgently towards Rodimus and Springer, looking rather amused. Broadside uhms. "Not to interupt the friendly banter, but the uglies have arrived." T'Saalix hisses, "You better be or I EAT lossssersss, yesss?" Lundra says, "We dine on Transformers tonight den!" Springer actually frowns. "Hey, Broadside. Be nice to the competition. Besides, they aren't Cons. Only Cons are truly ugly." Lundra chucklesnorts. Blewn'ski slurps into the arena, heading toward Lundra. "There would be a hello for you, Lundra." She sways her tentacles back and forth. "We need to be ready to be ready for these contendors!" Broadside smirks. "I'd beg to differ, but it would be pointless." Rodimus Prime folds his arms as he pivots to give the competition a once-over with his optics. "Be nice, Broadside," he undertones. Flonka nods to the others, "Yes. But enough talk, no? Let us prepare..for victory." Lion continues to eye Broadside and the others, and simply bides. T'Saalix's forked tongue licks over his lips. "Metal tasssstesss not ssso nice as flesh. Yesssss." Broadside makes a slight face, but nods. "All right, let's rock." Lundra looks at the transformers and rubs his small head, "We ghunna play or whut?" Broadside grunts an affirmative, backing down, and just folds his arms. "Was about to ask the same thing." Lundra says, "Gud den let'z go. don'tchaknow." T'Saalix grunts. "More actions, lesssss talk." Springer says, "Yes. Action time it definitely IS." Rodimus Prime looks around. "I don't see a judge. Maybe they're having more.. "technical difficulties?"" Combat Judge Eidos has arrived. Flonka crosses his arms, letting his third appendage hang back like a ponytail springing from the middle of his back, "So, when do we begin?" Springer's optics narrow slightly. "You think maybe the judges got kidnapped like the medals got stolen? Nevermind," he continues as the judge arrives. Combat Judge Eidos coughscoughs as he comes into view from the PGI building as he wipes his mouth clean from dinner, "Ahh hay are you guys here for the Basketball game?" Springer gives a nod in the judge's direction. You say, "Speak of the devil..." he raises his voice, "Yeah, that's us." T'Saalix hisses, "Not here for lunch, yessss?" Tradewind watches the judge's hasty arrival, then glances towards T'Saalix curiously. Combat Judge Eidos uses his robe as his napkin,still and then nods, "Lunch..Ahh well just had dinner there, *Brp* Oh my.." He puts his hand on his belly, "Excuse me." Tradewind makes a coughing sound of her own, covering her mouth. Springer taps his foot semi-impatiently, wanting to get to the game already. Lion digs a small hole in teh floor with a claw absently as he watches the game get underway.. Combat Judge Eidos snifffs his nose in and rubs it and looks at the group and gestures to the pit, "We have converted Combat Pit 3 into a basketball diamond for you to play." Flonka eyes the judge, back-tentacle beginning to thump, "Well, we ready to begin or no?" Rodimus Prime echos Springer's motion, not with impatience so much as skeptical anticipation. Blewn'ski clears her throat, batting all three of her eyes. "Well, I *must* freshen up before the game," adding a Southern accent for effect. She spins quickly in a circle, slimy goo flying everywhere. "There, all better." Springer mutters to Rodimus Prime, "Basketball diamond? Are... baseball..." Springer whispers "Basketball diamond? Are we playing a combo of baseball AND basketball?" Broadside looks down at the goo, and smirks. T'Saalix licks his lips in Tradewind's directions and heads for the arena. Rodimus Prime mutters to Springer, "... of... Monacus... I guess." You whisper "Not that I know of... Monacus rules, I guess." to Springer. Broadside subconsciously cracks his knuckles towars TS. Lundra looks at the goo and smiles, "heh Dat gud trick!" Broadside has left. From Combat Pit 3, Broadside walks into the area. Flonka grins at Blewn, "Save some of that for the court." Tradewind rubs fastidiously at a slimy smear on her armor, walking towards the combat pit. "Fascinating..." Tradewind has left. Springer mutters to Rodimus Prime, "... fun.... mean... drag... unwillingly into this if..." Springer whispers "Hey, Rod, I hope you have fun. I didn't mean to drag you unwillingly into this if you didn't want to play." Blewn'ski has left. T'Saalix has left. Springer turns after his mutter to head into the basketball arena. Flonka has left. From Combat Pit 3, Blewn'ski skooshes into the basketball area, dragging most of her tentacles behind her. Rodimus Prime smirks. He mutters to Springer, "... worrying so... not... uptight..." Springer senses "Rodimus Prime smirks. "Quit worrying so much about me. I'm not the uptight one around here."" Combat Judge Eidos picks his teeth with his fingernail and then uses his tounge to flush it out, "Ok then.... I'll see you there." Springer has left. From Combat Pit 3, Springer saunters into the area. Combat Pit 3 Contents: Springer, Flonka, T'Saalix, Blewn'ski, Tradewind, Broadside, Combat Judge Eidos, Lundra Flonka strides calmly in, back-tentacle idly bouncing on his back. Springer says, "Which do you want, Rod? Right or left wing?" Rodimus Prime strolls in whistling absently under his breath as he looks around the modified arena. "I'll take right." Lundra jumps around and grunts as he does what seems to be a warm up of sorts. T'Saalix looks at Blewn'ski. "Never ssseen this game before, yesss. Can we bite opponentsss?" Springer nods to Rod and focuses his attention on preparing for the game. Flonka smirks, tentacle waving, "I think that comes afterwards." Tradewind shudders as she overhears T'Saalix, offering. "Ummm, I've never seen anyone bite during this game." Rodimus Prime adds muttered, "I don't think we'd taste too good anyway." Combat Judge Eidos takes his seat and sits down and looks at the field, "Ok ok.. you all down there." Lundra drops Basketball. Tradewind directs her attention to the judge. Combat Judge Eidos tosses the ball onto the court, "The rules are easy." Combat Judge Eidos says, "We're playing upto 21. Now if everyone would look at the monitor on the screens above you you will see some important information."" Combat Judge Eidos resets the basketball scores. The scoreboard reads: TEAM 1: 0 TEAM 2: 0 Broadside gets ready to tipoff for team 1 Rodimus Prime smacks his fist idly into his palm, rocking back on his heels. "What ARE the contact rules for this?" he asks. Broadside steps up to the center circle and smirks. "Good question." T'Saalix smiles a reptilian smile at Rodimus. Springer wryly mutters, "No biting, I hope." Tradewind glances skyward again, muttering. "Men..." Combat Judge Eidos idly taps his fingers on his chair, "No attacking, the instant I see a attack... it is immidiate DQ!" Broadside smirks. "Incidental contact a foul?" Flonka smirks at the judge, "No attacks, fine.. But what of the contact rules? Especially regarding the taller ones...." Flonka eyes Broadside meaningfully. Rodimus Prime tosses off a cocky salute. "No problem with that, judge. Yeah, I just wanna know what kind of blocking is allowed." T'Saalix snickerhisses Blewn'ski suctions to the ground with a tentacle, and then releases, making a loud noise. "I wouldn't *dare* take a swing at one of these opponents," she smirks deeply, each eye winking one after the other. Combat Judge Eidos says, "I'll limit it to a grasp for the ball. But I don't wana see any tackling, ramming, alot of pushing or shoving that could endanger someone's safty. I want this a nice relaxing basketball match." He sinks into his chair, "...please?" Lundra gets ready to tipoff for team 2 Springer nods. "Sure thing," he comments, confident that they won't have TOO many problems since their opponents aren't Decepticonish. Rodimus Prime chuckles, dropping into a slight crouch. "Let's go, then." Springer moves into position, ready for action. Broadside sets up in the center, looking across. "Good luck." he grunts to Lewd. T'Saalix moves over behind his teammates Flonka flexes his third arm, swinging it up over his head as he prepares. Combat Judge Eidos says, "Ok then.... Have fun you gys!" Blewn'ski slurps over to the halfcourt line, eyes watching 3 different opponents. The ref tosses the ball into the air, and Broadside and Lundra both leap for it... Broadside tips the ball towards Rodimus Prime! Broadside doesn't even jump. "Heads up, Rodimus!" Lundra gers and misses his arms flail about wildly, "Dat no fair he lots taller!! Rodimus Prime bounces forward, lashing out one hand to drive the ball alongside. "Got it!" Flonka's tentacle slowly weaves back and forth as he widens his stance, preparing to move in Rod's way.. Tradewind scampers for an open position in case someone needs to pass. Broadside lets Lewd complain. He's hustling down court. Springer moves in towards Flonka, covering Rod's drive to the end of the court. T'Saalix moves swiftly towards the others, biding his time for a block. Lundra looks at Broadside and gerrs at him as he chooses to make his game hell for him as he darts in front of him to try and block his everymove. T'Saalix runs to block Rodimus, surprisingly fast and agile. Blewn'ski skooshes down the court, guarding the goal with multi- tentacles. Tradewind follows the action from a distance, trying to keep herself in a position to receive. Rodimus Prime covers several strides before switching hands and spinning to put his back to Flonka. He shotguns the ball with a single bounce toward Tradewind, who seems to be open.. Broadside hmms as short stack ends up in front of him, and finds himself shifting back, just as quick and agile as T'Saalix, almost. "Yo, Rodimus, I'm open." Lundra says, "I'm going to get you!" Rodimus Prime passes the ball easily to tradewind. Lundra jumps around in front of Broadside with his long arms in the air. Flonka sticks out an arm, but the flaming Bot is a tad to big for him to reach for the ball. Broadside grins as Tradewind gets the ball. "Go get em, ambassador!" he cheers as he passes up the key, and slides short as Lundra jumps up and down, not wanting to step on the little guy. T'Saalix snarls and rushes over towards Springer as Lundra takes Prime. Springer suddenly zooms past Flonka, heading further down the court near the basket to help out with any blocking of blocking... Springer dances a bit with T'Saalix, trying to get around him. Tradewind takes the ball and dribbles it down the court, trying to deliver it to *someone*, hopefully on her team. Flonka shuffles backwards, keeping Rodimus covered with his flailing tantacle. Or trying to, anyway. Combat Judge Eidos twirls his finger in the air and thinks of playing for Springer, "I believe I can fly..." Broadside sidesteps quickly, and gets up under the basket. Blewn'ski slithers toward Tradewind, still keeping her main focus on guarding the *goal*. "Don't try nothin' you'll regret, sweetie!" She snarls out viciously. Rodimus Prime jogs around the pileup with one hand raised to ward off Flonka's tentacles, muttering, "Geeze, didn't know I was so popular." Tradewind tries to back around Blewnski and continue on her way. "I wouldn't dream of it, my dear." Springer feints to his left, watching T'Saalix and then "springs" to the right, trying to get to the basket. T'Saalix hisses and follows, not put out by the Autobot's speed. Broadside watches Srnger jump. "Now Tradewind!" he shouts, "Alley op to Springer!" T'Saalix blocks the ball from Tradewind! Tradewind catches the signal and stops, raising the ball as she looks around for the green machine. "Springer!" She groans as the ball is blocked. "Ooops..." T'Saalix leaps into the air, scaled hands blocking the pass. He rasps, "Not sssso easy, yessss?" Lundra looks behind him as Broadside is gone and he hasts lumber on over to him again his feet making flooping noizes on the ground and he continues.. or tires to block any shot to Broadside, "Someone get dem.. Yay! Goooo Blew!" He turns around and now heads down the court for his basket. Flonka turns his head toward the ball, tentacle waving manically as he now tries to shuffle past Rodimus. Springer's face is a mask of total concentration as he sticks to T'Saalix's side like a burr. He intends to get a hold of that ball. Blewn'ski quickly scoots down to her end of the court, tentacles passing her weight from appendage to appendage. Others wave in the air, ready to receive the ball. "Lemme at that big ol' ball, T'Saalix!" Broadside twists, and starts back down the court. "All right, we can get the ball back!" Springer jumps up, slamming his fist at the ball, trying to get ahold of it. T'Saalix snickerhisses and begins heading down court, trying to avoid Springer as he dribbles. Springer steals the ball from T'Saalix! Tradewind grins, following the action. "That's it, Springer!" Rodimus Prime scoots around Flonka's side to get those tentacles BEHIND him, hands spread wide to try and keep it that way. "Go, Springer!" T'Saalix suppresses an urge to rip out Springer's optics and eat them. He growls, "Ssssstupid metal thing!" Springer manages to grab the ball in mid-dribble, reverses his run and starts driving down towards the Bot goal. "Come on, Team! Let's show these guys how REAL basketball is played." Blewn'ski slithers toward Springer, yelping, "Oh, you give that back, y'mean ol' thang!" She spreads her tentacles to get more width. Broadside shifts to block Lundra, trying to clear a path for Springer. "Drive it all the way!" Springer is driving straight for the basket. Flonka snarls, "Retrieve the ball..!" T'Saalix pads after Springer quickly, spitting mad. Springer takes one step, two steps, and the third step he bends his knees, wraps his hand around the ball and launches himself into the air, tossing the ball towards the basket... Lundra eeps and wants to get the ball as he is blocked by Broadside and grumbles and jumps aroud behind broadside his arms just showing now from behind him, "Mooove Big rawboot!" Blewn'ski's width is no match for Springer's heighth, and she is bounded over like nothing. Tradewind follows the action towards the other team's basket, clenching her fists in expectation as Springer leaps. Springer takes a shot at the basket... The ball goes in, nothing but net! The scoreboard reads: TEAM 1: 2 TEAM 2: 0 Flonka watches Springer leap, and his tentacle sags a bit as the ball goes in. Springer throws his arm in the air as the ball swooshes in. "YES!" he yells! T'Saalix spares Springer a hate-filled glance as he circles back around. "Yes!" Broadside cheers as he lowers his hand for a low five to Springer as he cruises by. "Defense, gang, defense!" Rodimus Prime punches the air with one fist. "Kick tailgate!" Lundra frowns and shakes his head, "Noo Dat not fair at all" Blewn'ski smacks her tentacles together. "Oh, goolantock! Come'on, fellahs, let's get this show on the RO-AD!" Springer high-gives Broadside and he hits the ground, swinging around to face the teams with a wide grin on his face. Some alien cheerleaders cheer from off to the side, 'Rahh! Rahh!' Tradewind clomps loudly back towards the bots' basket, preparing to keep the other team away. Springer steps into a guard position, waiting for the other team to take the ball. Rodimus Prime jogs back to his side of the court, keeping a wary eye on Flonka. T'Saalix pads over to out of bounds and takes the ball, waiting to pass it out. Broadside drops to the top of the bot key, and waits. Flonka perks his tentacles back up over his head, "Let's make that the last...." Blewn'ski gets back one quarter the way down the court, turning back to look for a pass. Lundra frowns and crack shis knuckles, "Wee get the next time." Springer moves in to block Blewn'ski. T'Saalix hisses and nods almost impercptibly at Blewn'ski, tossing the ball at her. Broadside looks around, finding TS and moving forward to gaurd someone almost his size. T'Saalix takes the basketball. T'Saalix passes the ball easily to Flonka. T'Saalix passes the ball and runs back out onto the court, trying to make towards the other goal and still stay open. Springer is right behind Blewn, trying to keep him/it from passing to anyone else. Flonka lifts his tentacle high, hopping to the edge of the court in preparation. Lundra runs around twards the basket and yelps, 'Give it to me! too me!' Lundra waves his arms to show that he is open. Broadside gets on speedy and tries to keep up. TS has the speed, BS has the size. Rodimus Prime sidesteps with Flonka, keeping the tentacled alien behind his back, arms spread wide. A loud *smoosh* can be heard as Blewn accepts the ball. She passes it from tentacle to tentacle with incredible manuverability. Making it down to their *side* of the court, she fakes it to TS, and back to Lundra, trying to pass it. Springer blocks the ball from Blewn'ski! Springer follows, trying to block the ball. Tradewind runs towards the open Lundra, determined to make him not so open. T'Saalix snarls and runs at Springer, trying to get the ball back. "Machinessss break and no one fix brain, yessss?" Springer spins on his heels. "Not today, Pal. BOTS! Look alive!" Broadside breaks loose as TS snarls, and starts to put some distance down the court. Springer doesn't try and dribble. He looks around, starts to toss to Broadside and in mid-motion, throws the ball to Rodimus. Rodimus Prime leaps forward away from Flonka, planting one foot against the ground and bolting sideways to give Springer a clear shot. Blewn'ski snarls and quickly resumes her composure. "Oooh, you horrible, horrible Autobot!" she sweetly calls. Out of nowhere, a deep bass voice screeches, "I'll get you, two-circuit!" Her eyes turn a dark red. Tradewind abandons Lundra just as quick, when she sees the ball has changed hands. Clanking softly, the femme sprints down to a more reasonable passing distance. Lundra looks as the ball is blocked and then at Tradewind as she comes closer to him, "I'm gunna get that ball! Just you watch!" Flonka reaches his tentacle around, trying to snatch at the pass.. T'Saalix fortunately happens to be mostly between Rodimus and Springer, or makes himself that way quickly. He jumps for the ball as its hurled. T'Saalix tries to block the ball from Springer, but misses. Springer passes the ball easily to . Flonka blocks the ball from Rodimus Prime! Flonka smacks the ball out of the air, rebounding it against the ground toward one of his hands as he begins dribbling. Lundra hardly has moved from the saem position he was in and he moves closer arm in the air, "I'll get us in dare! Gimmie the ball!" Rodimus Prime grumbles, jamming his weight opposite of his momentum, spinning around in a tight arc to chase Flonka back down. T'Saalix tries to circle around towards the goal, but is pretty much blocked. Springer hisses softly as his pass is intercepted. He stays on T'Saalix, trying to keep at least one of the competition out of action. Flonka nods, giving the ball one last hard bounce to get it to his tentacle, then flings it toward Lundra. Broadside cuts back around to search out Lundra, and gets in the way as they drop back towards the goal. Tradewind lopes back towards Lundra again, hoping to intercept. Rodimus Prime dives after Flonka, but can't quite reach the flailing tentacles in time to intercept the ball leaving them. Blewn'ski quietly scooches closer to their goal, just outside the 3- second zone. "Right he-yuh!" Broadside sticks his hand in just as it makes it, and tries to smack it away. Broadside tries to steal the ball from Lundra, but misses. Lundra looks at the ball and never ralized that he would have in in his possession and then looks at the basket and hopes to make a shot and throws it twards the hoot and crouches down and eeps. T'Saalix dives under Springer's outstretched arms, waving his own wildly near the goal. Lundra takes a shot at the basket... The ball bounces off the rim! Springer runs towards the basket, hoping that someone will grab the ball. T'Saalix dives after the ball, too. Springer says, "Tradewind! Get it!" Flonka hops toward the basket, but is more than a bit tooo far to get the rebound. Broadside, being the big guy, goes after Lundra for the rebound. Tradewind erks as the ball whizzes by, trying to grab it. Tradewind tries to steal the ball from Lundra, but misses. Broadside tries to steal the ball from Lundra, but misses. T'Saalix dives after the ball, grabbing for it desperately. T'Saalix steals the ball from Lundra! Springer dives right beside him and OOMPFS on the court, missing the ball by an inch. T'Saalix hits the groudn hard, but manages to grab the ball. He looks around for someone to pass it to. Tradewind heads towards T'Saalix, arms outstretched to block. Lundra looks up from where he crouched down and looks, "Did I get it in?" Springer quickly rolls to his feet, trying to figure out where the ball went. He sees T'Saalix has it and tries to figure out where he'll pass it so he can block it and steal it. Rodimus Prime takes advantage of the confusion over the rebound to dive in front of Flonka again, trying to edge him backward out of contention. Broadside steps in towards Blewn, trying to keep her back as the other two work. Flonka grs as Rodimus blocks his line of sight with T'Saalix, writhing his tentacle and calling out, "To Blewn'ski!" T'Saalix hisses in anger and tries to lob the ball at Blewn'ski. Springer blocks the ball from Cyclonus! Broadside lords as the ball changes hands again, and starts to cut back towards the alien's goal. Springer flings out his hand desperately when he sees the alien toss the ball. To his utter amazement, he manages to block the ball. Starting a dribble, he backs away from T'Saalix, looking for an opening. Blewn'ski skooshes down the court again, "Oh, can we puh-lease get it togethah?" She follows Tradewind closely, trying to keep up with her every move. T'Saalix gets to his feet quickly and stomps after Springer, muttering oaths in his own language. Lundra shakes his head and darts in there and hopes to cause more mass confusion as he hops behind Springer and then to the side trying to steal the ball. 'Me make it up now.' Lundra steals the ball from Springer! Broadside breaks free, and comes to a halt at the three point line, waving his hands wildly while noone is around him. Springer sees Broadside heading to the other end of the court and grins... Then frowns as the ball is stolen from him. "HEY!" Springer says, "Give that back!" Tradewind tries to dodge Blewn'ski, her movements turning into a parody of a two-step waltz as the alien follows. Rodimus Prime weaves back and forth, shifting his weight uncertainly as control keeps changing hands, and deciding he's best off guarding Flonka for now. Lundra holds the ball in the air and cheers, 'I got the Ball!' Lundra starts to bounce the ball and run from Springer and smiles. T'Saalix bellows a laugh and stomps towards an opening. Flonka gallops around Rodimus, holding his tentacle up again, "Get moving!" Tradewind takes advantage of her position to now keep Blewn'ski out of the running. "Care to dance?" she chuckles. Springer chases after Lundra. "Alright. That's it. No more mister nice Bot." he mutters. Lundra looks around for someoen to pass it too and looks at T'Saalix, "Incomming!" Blewn'ski smiles lightly and cheers on her team, while she attends to other matters. "Go get'em!" As they hurry down the court, she waits for everyone to pass her, and slumps down a layer of slime, hoping the Ref doesn't notice. Rodimus Prime charges after Flonka, waiting for an opportunity to intercept. Broadside follows last, nearly stopping at half court, noticing the mess. He looks up at the ref, frowns, but doesn't do anything yet. Combat Judge Eidos is playing his NinGen-Station Boy. T'Saalix darts (maybe not the best verbs for one of his size) over to an unprotected corner as Springer gives up on blocking him. Springer tries to follow Lundra's bouncing around and when he sees the start of the pass, once again attempts to block it and regain the ball. Springer blocks the ball from Lundra! Springer blocks the ball, grabs it and spins on his heels. "BROADSIDE! Heads up!" Broadside grunts, and starts jogging backwards. "Send it air mail!" Lundra tosses the ball and see it swiped out of midair and he growls, 'Dat My Ball! Give it back!" Lundra huffs and is tired from running around back and forth he pants for a second. Springer passes the ball easily to Broadside. T'Saalix snarls, "You lunch next, sssstupid machine thing! Grrrah!" Tradewind doesn't notice the mess of slime, what she does notice is that one area of the floor suddenly has less traction than before. With a whine of abused servos and a shout of surprise the femme slips, doing the splits whether she was built to or not. Springer leaps into the air and throws it at his triple-changing "brother". "First class delivery," he calls. "Next day air!" Broadside takes off as soon as his hands touch the ball, racing down court, not noticing Tradewind fall. He hits the top of the key, and actually fades back towards the three point line to fire off a shot. Flonka snickers at the femme's slimey mishap, then continues running toward the taller triple. Rodimus Prime breaks sideways and runs down-court after Springer's pass, intent on getting the rebound if Broadside misses his shot. Tradewind flounders on the floor, scrambling awkwardly to her feet again. Springer lands and launches himself into a flat out run. He doesn't even see the slime on the floor... Rodimus Prime flicks a distracted glance back at Tradewind, calling, "Are you okay?" Tradewind looks sheepishly towards Rodimus. "Fine... I must have slipped." T'Saalix thumps towards the half-court line, bounding over the patch of slime with a less than pleasant grin. Broadside hmphs, and uses the last second of opening in order to fade back with a jumper, letting the ball roll off his fingertips and towards the goal. Combat Judge Eidos looks up and at Tradewind and at the court ant what he missed seeing Tradewind get up he relaxes and then keeps a eye on Blew with the slime. Springer's leading foot hits the edge of the slime. An expression of pure shock crosses his face as he falls on the court face down, his velocity lending his suddenly prone form enough momentum to go careening down the court. As he yelps, he slams right into.... (OOC: Volunteer?) Broadside takes a 3-point shot at the basket... The ball bounces off the backboard! Rodimus Prime leaps for the basket as the ball rebounds off the board, attempting to slam it in before it falls low enough for someone else to grab it. Rodimus Prime takes the basketball. T'Saalix continues to thump towards the Autobots, getting close. Springer just careens out of bounds, slamming into one of the side benches. "Ouch." He comments as he starts getting to his feet. Flonka rushes toward the ball as well, swinging out his tentacle for it. Flonka tries to steal the ball from Rodimus Prime, but misses. Rodimus Prime takes a shot at the basket... The ball bounces off the backboard! T'Saalix leaps up as the ball bounces, trying to grab it before anyone else does. Springer stands up, skirts the pool of slime and gets back on the court, heading for the crowd at the basket. Rodimus Prime's aim is knocked wild by a random flailing tentacle, and he lands hard on the ground, dropping to a crouch to keep his balance. T'Saalix steals the ball from Rodimus Prime! Broadside growls, and steps into the key, trying to snag up the bouncing ball to put it in. "Go in already!" he growls as his hands swipe at air, and he looks to T'Saalix, swiping a hand in to try to take it away. Broadside steals the ball from T'Saalix! T'Saalix snatches the ball in mid-air and begins pounding back towards the other side, dribblign madly as he tries to watch for opponents. Flonka spins around as the ball changes hands several times, using his tentacle for balance as he turns. Broadside looks down at the ball in his hands, and shrugs, swinging it over to Tradewind. "Free shot, you're open!" Broadside passes the ball easily to Tradewind. Lundra leaps around twards the otherside after some ungodly forces made his idle while someone made a trip to the restroom he runs to the other basket in hopes to screw up them getting a basket. Springer makes it back to the edge of the group, looking for someone to block. Rodimus Prime lurches out of the way, circling around the mayhem under the net to make a grab if the ball rebounds again. Tradewind gapes as she catches the ball unexpectedly, dribbling further down the court, trying to avoid the treacherous patch of floor as she looks to unload the ball to one of her teammates... Broadside yells, "SHOOT, TRADEWIND!" T'Saalix clenches his fists in rage as the Autobots won't even let them get near their own goal. Tradewind stops. "Shoot? Oh, right." The femme takes aim... Flonka whips his tentacle around and slaps it against the ground, using the added push to send him higher, trying to block. Flonka blocks the ball from Tradewind! Combat Judge Eidos stands up as Tradewind has the ball, "Shoot it....shooot it......." he mumbles as he's rooting for the Autobots. Springer steps back up to T'Saalix. He watches Tradewind with the blown and mutters something under his breath as it's blocked. Flonka snatches the ball out of the air and lands, knees flexing. He begins dribbling, glancing around for openings. T'Saalix shouts at Broadside, "Fat metal thing!!! Will rip your eyes out, yessss!" Broadside grunts something unintelligible at TS as he comes by. Rodimus Prime darts after his recurring nemesis Flonka, scolding himself for not covering him better. Springer says, "Not even in your dreams, Pal." Springer mutters to T'Saalix. Tradewind gamely looks for someone to block, but is momentarily distracted by someone's shouted comment. "Hey!" the femme retorts, "He's not fat!" T'Saalix glares at springer, heading around to give Flonka an opening. Springer tries to keep T'Saalix blocked from the ball, doing some fancy footwork to manage keeping up with the alien. Flonka charges forward, whipping his tentacle back and forth in front of Rodimus tot ry and distract him as he bounces it toward T'Saalix. Springer blocks the ball from Flonka! Broadside keeps up with TS, pssing it a bit more as he attempts to keep the big guy away. There is some very minor contact, but mostly Broadside swinging his hand back to keep T'Saalix away. Lundra yays as we have the ball again and then runs twards the other basket in hopes of a score. T'Saalix snarls and lurches at Springer, but is kept back by broadside nearly assaulting him. Springer dodges in, snabbing the ball as it bounces towards T'Saalix. He turns, dribbling and driving towards the goal to reach a three point shot area and launches himself into the air.... Lundra erks and sighs as he sees the ball is blocked and he prepares himself to run back down to the otherside again. T'Saalix points a clawed finger at Broadside, "Touch again and die, sssstupid thing!" Springer takes a 3-point shot at the basket... The ball rebounds off the backboard and goes in! The scoreboard reads: TEAM 1: 5 TEAM 2: 0 Springer lands with a loud WHOOP, estatic at actually making the shot. Less than a second later, Broadside's hand scrapes T'Saalix, keeping him from getting too close to the ball or goals. A good job of blocking, actually. Combat Judge Eidos looks at the game and cheers as the Autobots make another shot and then he quiets down as he is suposed to be Biast. The scoreboard reads: TEAM 1: 5 TEAM 2: 0 Rodimus Prime holds out his hand to high-five Springer as he jogs back to his side of the court. "Watch it. You're gonna make the rest of us look bad," he winks. T'Saalix roars in anger as Broadside bump him again. He shouts, "Cheat!! I kill you now!!" He slashes at the Autobot with his claws. Springer grins at Rod. "Come on, Rod. You're supposed to be showing ME up, remember?" Flonka snarls and grabs the ball as it lands, hissing sidelong to Broadside, "Save brawling for combat, not basketball!" T'Saalix misses Broadside with his grasp attack. Springer high-fives his best friend and turns around to look for T'Saalix... Springer's optics widen as the alien slashes at Broadside. "Hey!" Broadside jerks and twists towards T'Saalix. He blows him off though, turning away agin, to pay attention to the game. Flonka points with his free arm, "Tall one should not try to jostle T'Saalix." Combat Judge Eidos looks at T'Sallix and slams his gavle type staff onto thr ground with a Wam...making a echo throughout the pit, "Team Number two, T'Saalix had attacked another player and that is grounds for a DQ." Broadside says, "Rodimus, get that balll..." Flonka hasn't thrown it in yet after the basket :) T'Saalix hisses at Eidos, "Blind thing!! It bumpsss me, yessss!" Rodimus Prime drops his hand, shifting his weight to alter course and move toward the confrontation. When he sees it appearing to clear, he waves to the judge. "Hey, doesn't he get a free throw for that?" Flonka eyes the judge, "Autobot is using his size to excuse from smashing into him!" Broadside shrugs. "He didn't touch me. Incidental contact. Free throw, no?" T'Saalix hisses, "Big metal thing be thrown out, yessss!" Lundra looks at his teammate and shrugs, 'Rawboot big.. it was accident.' Springer says, "Now wait just a second. If he gets thrown out, then which ever one of you put down that slime puddle (he points to it) gets thrown out too." Flonka glances at the puddle, "That's natural excretion. She cannot help it." Tradewind follows Flonka's gaze. "She's incontinent?" Combat Judge Eidos says, "It looked different from up here, This is warning #1. The Autobots will be awarded a free shot. So as I have ordered.. so it shall be. Autobots pick your member to take the free throw." Springer snorts. "Oh, come on. A puddle that big has to be deliberate." Springer shuts up as the judge makes his decision. Broadside looks around the group. "Who do you want to take it, cap?" T'Saalix growls, licking his lips as he looks at the judge. Flonka mutters and tosses the ball down, letting it bounce near the hoop as he steps aside. Rodimus Prime nods to the judge and waves at Broadside. "You take it," he says. Cyclonus mutters to FX, "Thisss... not fair, yesssss?" Broadside frowns. "Not the best free thrower in the world." He shrugs and steps up to the line (Flonka, you mind passing it over? :)) Lundra grumbles and stomps his big foot down. Springer passes the ball easily to Broadside. Springer moves into place in the freethrow positions. Rodimus Prime saunters over to take up position as well, smirking slightly at the disgruntled opposing team. Springer says, "Come on, Broadside. You can do this...." T'Saalix snarls, "Autobotssss not defendersss of ssstuff. Are cheatersss!" Blewn'ski mutters to T'Saalix, "... show them." Broadside closes his optics, dribbling the ball a couple of times, and then sends up the first free throw. Broadside takes a free-throw shot at the basket... The ball hits the rim and goes in! The scoreboard reads: TEAM 1: 6 TEAM 2: 0 Springer jabs a fist into the air. "YES!" he cheers. Flonka steps forward and snatches the ball again as it goes through the hoop, "Our turn now.." Broadside starts dropping back, barely missing T'Saalix as he cocks his elbow in a mock rifle shot. Tradewind positively beams at Broadside. T'Saalix snaps at the elbow Flonka takes the basketball. Flonka holds the ball in one hand and lifts it, faking toward TS before tossing it up tennis style and slapping his tentacle over his head at the ball, sending it toward Lundra. Broadside yanks his elbow away in time. "Hey watch it." he grunts softly as he goes back to guard. Springer moves to block Lundra since Broadside seems to have taken T'Saalix. Springer doesn't move in time to actually block the ball though T'Saalix barely moves, just glaring pure loathing hatred at Broadside. Rodimus Prime jumps forward as Flonka raises the ball, determined to do SOMEthing right as far as guarding him this game. Flinging an arm out, he tries to bat the ball away as it leaves Flonka's tentacles. Rodimus Prime blocks the ball from Flonka! Lundra looks at Springer and sizes him up, getting ready to try and block anyting that comes to him. Tradewind scrambles noisily for the opposing basket, so far unimpeded. Flonka mutters something in an uncertain language as his pass it blocked, and leaps into the court, moving right in front of Rodimus. Rodimus Prime shouts as the ball sails loose, "Tradewind! Get it!" Broadside jumps slightly, "Alright, Rodimus! Put it in!" He goes frigid, knowing T'Saalix is coming up behind him, and tries to keep him out. Tradewind half-turns as she runs, trying to take the pass. T'Saalix as expected keep right on Broadside, just /waiting/ for the not much larger Autobot to try something illegal. Rodimus Prime passes the ball easily to Tradewind. Springer keeps himself in Lundra's way so Lundra can't get at the ball. Combat Judge Eidos watches the game now and thinks somethig bad is going to happen soon. Tradewind snatches the ball and begins dribbling, looking for a opening, or a path to the net. Flonka waves his three upper limbs as he skitters about near Rodimus, tossing a look at the two tallest participants every so often. Rodimus Prime keeps one arm upraised to fend off the interfering tentacles, and makes his way down-court at a jog. Springer tries to force Lundra back with some fancy moves to give Tradewind an opening. But he is careful not to touch the alien... Lundra tries to get around Springer to run twards Rodimus hoping to break away. T'Saalix keeps right on Broadside, his attention focused more on the Autobot's movements than the balls. Tradewind doesn't see anyone to take the ball off her hands, and presses her silver lips tightly together, determining to make the shot herself. Broadside sticks close to his opposite, keeping him back away from the ball and watching Tradewind go. Tradewind makes as much of a jump as her awkward legs will allow, trying to sink the shot. Tradewind takes a shot at the basket... The ball misses the rim entirely! Flonka glances back, reaching his tentacle toward the ball for the rebound. Flonka tries to steal the ball from Tradewind, but misses. Lundra over heard this on a terran broadcast someplace or a Junkion, "Air ball!" Rodimus Prime reaches out at the same time to, well.. interfere. Tradewind proves that boatfemmes can't jump, and casts around to see who ends up with her rebound. Broadside says, "Come on Tradewind, get your rebound and try again!" Flonka gets, well.. interfered, his tentacle coming short of the ball. Rodimus Prime shouts, "I've got him! Try again, Tradewind!" Springer watches Lundra through narrowed optics as he takes a half step back, preparing to do something if someone other then Tradewind gets the bal. T'Saalix tries to get around Broadside and towards the ball, just 'accidentally' nudging him with a spiked shoulder. Tradewind turns in time to snatch the ball again as Rodimus saves it. "Aye, cap'n..." she mutters, preparing to try again. Tradewind takes a shot at the basket... The ball almost goes in, but doesn't! Broadside winces as the shoulder spikes him, and jerks a bit, reaching back with his hand to keep him back, not being aggressive, just searching out the agressor again. Flonka lashes his tentacle out again, but is unable to get past Rod's arms. T'Saalix makes a point of visibly stumbling as Broadside pushes him away defensively. "Touch me again yesssss!" Rodimus Prime tangles with Flonka, stumbling a bit as a flailing tentacle knocks him off-balance, but he doesn't call foul. Price of trying to guard a multi-limbed being... Tradewind catches the rebound again, dribbling it fretfully. "Umm, does anyone else want to try...?" Broadside says, "One more time," the triple grunts, "You can do it!" Flonka waves an arm out,t rying to get around Rodimus, "Yes, give ball to me!" Lundra slips around Springer and runs in front of him and smiles as he heads for Tradewind. Tradewind chuckles, preparing to make another shot. Springer gets distracted by seeing the rebound and almost moves for it. Just as he does, Lundra gets round him. "Hey!" He yelps. T'Saalix makes a dash towards Tradewind, daring Broadside to interfere. Broadside keeps right in the way, offering T'Saalix nothing but his back to go through. Rodimus Prime grits his jaw, bracing himself to hold Flonka back, though his guard is cracking under the continuous onslaught of lashing tentacles that can still reach around his body. T'Saalix hisses, unable to get past. Flonka only has one tentacle, actually, but it moves fast :) Springer tries to manuever back in front of Lundra, yelling, "Tradewind, shoot it now! Before he gets there to block!" Tradewind takes a shot at the basket... The ball goes in, nothing but net! The scoreboard reads: TEAM 1: 8 TEAM 2: 0 Broadside steps back, accidentally bumping one of T'Sallix's shoulders as he positively beams, "Alright, Tradewind! I knew you could do it!" T'Saalix's claws flex as he's bumped for the last time. "Thisss it, metal thing...." his voice is menacingly low, "Now you lunch..." With a snarl, he slashes at Broadside. T'Saalix strikes Broadside with claw. Broadside's looks of delight quickly turns into a wince of pain as he is nailed. He lets out a painful, angry yowl of hurt and surprise. T'Saalix dances back, hissing, "Sssstupid thing. Think I sssee not you cheat?!" Combat Judge Eidos stands up and intones, "Stop this right now!!! The Aliens have been DQed! If you do not stop this fighting this instant I will have no other choice but to have you taken away by the Monacus Police!" Lundra says, "Yes hit him!!!" Flonka crosses his arms as he looks at TS, "Calmness..." He pauses and lashes his tentacle, glaring up at the judge, "Autobot started it! He is trying to act innocent!" Broadside jerks around refexively, energon streaming from his back. T'Saalix jabs a clawed finger at the judge, "You dessssert!" Rodimus Prime huffs, dropping his guard against Flonka's pressing limbs as the shot finally makes it. Looking up with a blink, he starts puzzledly, "What's.." then trails off as he sees Broadside leaking. Broadside yanks out his rifle and shoves it in T'Saalix's face. "Gimmie a reason." he growls, barely able to contain himself. Tradewind is snapped out of her post-basket daze by Broadside's sound of pain. She spins around, running towards the tallest triplechanger, uncaring of the alien. "Broadside, are you alright?!" Springer glares at Lundra for its comment, then turns in concern to Broadside. "Broadside! Easy! Put the gun away." Flonka points at the gun, "Tell Autobot to put his weapon away." T'Saalix grins unblinkingly. "Ssssso you are not all coward, yessss." Lundra claps and enjoys the show and laughs. Springer has his back turned to Lundra as he raises his arms in an attempt to calm down his fellow triple. Broadside sneers for a moment, then yanks his rifle to port arms. Combat Judge Eidos says, "I will hav eyou ALL taken away if this dose not stop this very instant!" Tradewind's optics flicker worriedly as she watches the scene. "Broadside...?" T'Saalix cackles, ignoring the judge. "Sssseems with all that metal sssssome has to be not coward, yesssss? Maybe no" Broadside puts his rifle away, and steps back. "Don't worry, Tradewind." he murmurs. "I 'memebered promise." Combat Judge Eidos picks up a phone of sorts near his chair and presses a few buttons and brings the reciever upto his ear. Flonka stalks angrily toward the side of the court, making sure to give Rodimus a good hard thump with his lashing tentacle. Springer moves up to Broadside's side, eyeing T'Saalix suspiciously before turning back to Broad. "What happened?" He asks quietly. Rodimus Prime oofs, taking a stumbling step forward. "Poor losers," he mutters. "Broadside, are you all right?" Broadside grunts. "He got cute and sliced open my back." Lundra laughs and snickers as he joins Flonka off to the side giving a goofy sneer at the Autobots. Tradewind gives the others an imploring look. "We should get him out of here, he's hurt." T'Saalix's tongue darts out of his mouth like a snake's, eyes glowing. Combat Judge Eidos says, "I will notify the Monacus Mechanics to take a look at him and have thoes 4 taken away." Broadside shakes his head. "I'll live. So, who's next in the ball game?" he asks, just grinning as he realizes they won. Flonka stalks off the court himself, muttering about biased judges as he uses his tentacle to help climb out of the pit. Springer glares at T'Saalix, itching for a bit of retribution, but he manages to keep complete control. T'Saalix walks over towards Judge Eidos and hisses in his face, "Fat little man make nice ssssnack. Yessss?" Tradewind watches T'Saalix posture threateningly. "That poor little official..." Rodimus Prime grumbles, "Better keep an eye out for them... could be trouble. Make sure Maverick or someone has a chance to weld that shut, Broadside." Combat Judge Eidos looks seriously afraid and scurries behind his chair. T'Saalix hiss-snickers and heads for the edge of the arena. Flonka has left. Lundra leaves the pit and giggles. T'Saalix has left. The Monacus Police arrive, and start rounding up T'Saalix and their gang. "Come on." Lundra has left. Springer turns and stalks up towards T'Saalix to help the judge. But then T'Saalix leaves so he stops "stalking up to." Combat Judge Eidos says, "Take them away officers!" Broadside just grunts to Rod, and heads out of the pit. "Full contact basketball, who'd a thunk." Springer grins at Rod. "Well, at least we got off to a good start." Rodimus Prime shrugs, tossing a wry smile back. "Yeah, I guess so. Let me have some of the action next time, huh?" Springer says, "Sorry. I *did* try and pass you the ball, though." Rodimus Prime slaps him on the shoulder. "Yeah, I noticed. Fumbled it, though... slaggin' tentacle-guy wouldn't lay off." Tradewind folds her arms, then looks down, realizing they're still tainted with slime from her fall. The femme grimaces, wiping ineffectually at the... *stuff*. "So much for a nice *safe* match with 'neutral' opponents." Broadside sits down on the edge of the court. "If we're going to play again, I'm gonna need to patch up this hole." Combat Judge Eidos says, "And Congratulations Autobots for the Honest game...and your Win!"