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 Congradulations Autobots for the Honest 
game...and your Win!"
Rodimus Prime asks, "How bad is it?"
Springer gives a bow to the judge. "Why thank you, Sir Judge. We 
appreciate your congratulations." He then turns to the drying slime all 
over his own chassis. "This just does not go with my paint job."
Broadside ehs, "He cut a couple of lines but good. Just got to stop the 
leaking, and hope noone takes advantage of the area. No way we're 
forfeiting."
Tradewind waves politely in acknowledgement to the judge, although she 
doesn't seem too enthusiastic. She ambles towards Broadside, moving 
around to survey his back, wincing. "Well, it certainly looks 
terrible... but I'm no expert."
Rodimus Prime addresses the judge, "Are there any mechanics on call 
around here who could patch this until we can have one of our medics 
look at it?"
Springer transmits a message via radio.
Broadside looks at the slime, and the way it seems to adhere, and gets 
an idea. "Put some of that slime back there. Looks like it will hold."
Springer quickly turns on his radio and sends a message.
Springer receives a radio transmission.
Tradewind gives Broadside a horrified look. "You must be joking."
Rodimus Prime makes a disgusted face. "That stuff's probably full of 
germs."
Springer transmits a message via radio.
Springer receives a radio transmission.
Tradewind affects a throat-clearing sound. "And it doesn't smell too... 
erhm, appealing either."
Springer transmits a message via radio.
Springer says, "I've got Maverick on the horn, Rod."

time passes...

Razorclaw has arrived.
Tantrum has arrived.
Bushido has arrived.
Divebomb has arrived.
Broadside stands up and cracks his knuckles.
Razorclaw walks in with confidance and coldness
Tantrum flexes his servoes
Broadside says, "One more time." he looks around at the others, then 
offers his hand. "We in?"
Divebomb hovers down from the stadium, landing lightly near his brothers 
and looking over the court.
Razorclaw idles his shoulder cannons a bit just for show before 
retracting them to subspace.
Tantrum's Electro-sword dissapears at his hip..
Springer covers Broadside's hand with his own. "We're in."
Divebomb's sword and rifle clatter slightly against his side. He isn't 
about to throw off his balance by shifting them to subspace.
Bushido gently makes his way near the other predacons. Still not quite 
sure what the whole rules here are....
...but better informed than he was. :)
Broadside grins at Springer, and waits on the other two.
Razorclaw folds his hands over his chest and just waits for the Autobots 
to finish their pep rally.
Tantrum sighs
Tradewind gives the posturing Preds a wary - or is that weary - glance, 
and adds her hand to the pile.
Divebomb glances first at Bushido, then grins ferally to his brothers.
Broadside looks over at the Preds and seeker, and waits for Rodimus, 
"Same deal as last time. Rodimus, take Razorclaw, you can match his 
speed. Springer, the seeker is yours. Tradewind, Divebomb. I'll take 
Tantrum."
Rodimus Prime strolls over and slaps the top of the pile lightly with 
one hand, rolling his optics at the silliness of the gesture, the 
majority of his attention on the PRedacons.
Broadside smirks. "Ready, break!"
Razorclaw looks to Divebomb's nightmarish smirk, then to Tantrum's 
enternal scowl, and no- He knows that they will do what they do 
best...He casts a worried optic toward Bushido, butiuickly returns his 
gaze to the Autobotsa.
Springer grins at his fellow Autobots. "Let's teach these Cons a lesson 
on who rules the court."
The janitorial crew comes in and cleans up a big slime puddle on the 
court floor.
Divebomb steps over to Tantrum, "Oh... Do make sure you don't puncture 
the ball with your horns."
Tantrum grins at his brother.."watch your talons."
Divebomb pats his knee, "They're safe."
Bushido watches Divebomb and Tantrum for a moment.....then turns his 
attention back to the Autobots. His expression is.......what else? 
Impassive.
Tantrum nods..
Springer brushes off as much of the drying slime as he can before the 
game starts. It flakes everywhere.
Tantrum just looked at you.
Razorclaw slowly walks around the arena, moving into the Autobot's 
court, bascially sizing up the grounds. He moves quite close To 
Tradewind and continues his impromptu tour...
Divebomb reaches back and thumps the rigid wings on his back before 
stepping onto the court.
Tantrum stands on the freethrow line at the Cons end..
Broadside says, "Who wants to take the tip?"
You say, "You go ahead, Broadside. You're tallest."
Bushido takes his own position, turning his glance to the ball for a 
moment.
Razorclaw completes his tour of the area and settles at the half-court 
mark, once again staring down the Autobots with his ever present glare.
Tantrum shoots a devious glance at Divebomb
Springer moves over to his position.
Divebomb strides forward to stand by Broadside, ready for the tip when 
the time comes.
Tantrum grinds a foot into the floor as he waits..
Referee has arrived.
Tantrum studies the Autobots..
Rodimus Prime eases into a comfortable half-crouch on the right side of 
the court, watching Broadside.
Razorclaw moves into a crouch, his optic band showing the first glint of 
zeal..
Tantrum hunches forward..
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 0     TEAM 2: 0
Bushido glances at Springer for only a moment....then turns his 
attention back to the ball.....
Divebomb gets ready to tipoff for team 2
Broadside gets ready to tipoff for team 1
Bushido crouches down slightly....getting ready. His wings flick for a 
moment.....helping his balance.
Springer looks around at the Preds, then grins at Bushido. It's a 
challenging grin, ready for action.
Divebomb crouches down a bit, ready to leap for the tipoff.
Tradewind looks rather grim.
Broadside sets up, looking at Divebomb.
Tantrum looks ready to charge at any second
Rodimus Prime calls out with a grin, "Remember, guys.. no biting."
Springer chuckles.
Razorclaw snarls
Divebomb idly pats the hilt of his sword, grinning up at Broadside, "And 
no guns.."
Referee blows his whistle, and tosses the ball straight up into the air.
Tantrum's eyes glint with hate..
The ref tosses the ball into the air, and Broadside and Divebomb both 
leap for it...
Broadside tips the ball towards Tradewind!
Springer immeadiately moves into position to block Bushido from getting 
near Tradewind.
Broadside slaps the ball away from Divebomb, grinning at Divebomb. 
"Tradewind, heads up!"
Divebomb leaps high, gaining height from his hovering, but can't gain 
the height fast enough to get the ball before Broadside.
Razorclaw blasts into action and immediately begins to shadow Rodimus' 
movements..
Tradewind catches the ball, beginning to dribble it as she starts down 
the gauntlet of bloodthirsty predacons. She scans around for someone to 
pass it to.
Tantrum rushes forward to cover the big Broadside
Bushido begins to move forward...but slows as Springer moves to block 
him. He then starts to dart around....moving to instead cover the 
triplechanger.
Divebomb glides down lightly, moving over to the femme. He uses his wide 
wingplate and slight height difference to his advantage, trying to block 
any passes.
Springer starts heading down the court, Bushido and him taking turns 
trying to keep each other away from the ball...
Broadside starts to run forward, putting a spin move on Tantrum as he 
rushes up court.
Springer switches off his radio.
Tantrum thunders after Broadside..
Bushido continues with his little.....gauntlet with Springer. Quite 
satisfied to hold his place for now......
Tradewind turns around, backpedalling as she looks for an escape route.
Broadside rises up to his full height and decides to use that advantage 
as he hits the top of the key. "Tradewind, go high!"
Springer calls out, "Tradewind... Rod." Satisfied that she'll understand 
what he meant, he puts his attention back on the Bushido.
Divebomb advances, holding one arm up while the other waves to the side, 
angling himself so his wing covers the other side. He quickly darts a 
hand forward to grab for the ball...
Rodimus Prime keeps a wary optic on Razorclaw, but the focus of his 
attention on the ball, as he tries to outdistance his Predacon guard and 
give Tradewind a free shot.
Divebomb steals the ball from Tradewind!
Divebomb snatches the ball away and sidesteps, spinning around as he 
dribbles and looks for an opening.
Razorclaw dashes past Rodimus and moves downcourt...
Tantrum comes around Broadside..
Divebomb takes a small hop backwards and snaps the ball toward 
Razorclaw.
Broadside goes to gaurding Tantrum, jogging down the court towards their 
goal.
Tradewind turns on the eaglecon, trying to return the favor by blocking 
him
Springer frowns as Divebomb snatches the ball. He angles around to block 
Bushido, somehow thinking one Pred will pass the ball to another...
Rodimus Prime immediately switches directions, shadowing Razorclaw.
Bushido moves as soon as Divebomb grabs the ball, sprinting down the 
court...revealing that he can move pretty fast considering his layed 
back attitude.
Tradewind blocks the ball from Divebomb!
Broadside gives a quiet cheer at Tradewind, and shifts, bursting 
downcourt from Tantrum.
Springer almost chases after Bushido, but stops when he sees Tradewind 
attempt a block. He sprints for the AUtobot goal, trying to get clear of 
the Cons.
Divebomb frowns as his pass is bloked, once again advancing toward 
Tradewind.
Tantrum clomps after the big lug
Tradewind blocks the ball, catching it almost spasmodically. 
"Broadside!" She tries to pass...
Bushido switches position just as fast..his wings extending and allowing 
him to change angle almost blindingly. He takes off after the 
triplechanger....wings still extended to increase his size.
Tantrum spreads his arms in a block attempt
Tantrum tries to block the ball from Tradewind, but misses.
Tradewind passes the ball easily to Broadside.
Broadside raises his arms way up above Tanturm, and continues to 
backpedal towards the goal.
Tantrum curses and whirls to try and hamper Broadsides' movement..
Springer shouts, "Go, Broad!" as he leads Bushido a merry chase around 
the court.
Broadside dribbles the ball, and looks around for an open man, eyeing 
the goal.
Razorclaw stops short as Tradewind intercepts and shifts his weight 
back, running back toward the Decepticon's goal
Rodimus Prime jogs around to flank Broadside on the other side of the 
court, clapping his hands to signify his availability if his teammate 
can't make the shot.
Tantrum reaches at the ball..
Tantrum steals the ball from Broadside!
Tantrum turns and runs downcourt
Springer erks as Tantrum steals the ball. He starts sprinting after 
Tantrum, hoping he can keep ahead of Bushido.
Bushido continues to cover springer.....then abruptly moves again in the 
blink of an eye...following after Tantrum.
Tantrum dribbles while looking for an opening..
Broadside drops back, and starts to pull up for the shot to only have 
the bal knocked down. He twists, and perues Tantrum, catching up, and 
shoves his hand in to try to take the ball back.
Divebomb spins around to look at his bovine brother, reaching above 
Tradewind, "Here!"
Broadside tries to steal the ball from Tantrum, but misses.
Springer follows Bushido closely while trying to get close to Tantrum.
Tantrum snorts, "not this time ya fool"
Tantrum passes the ball easily to Divebomb.
Razorclaw bolts down the court and drives into the Autobot's territory
Broadside says, "Now, Tradewind!"
Springer mutters, "darnit."
Divebomb snatches the ball out of the air and moves away from Tradewind, 
charging toward the basket...
Tantrum runs ahead of Broadsides big footsteps..
Tradewind follows the eaglecon, trying to block him.
Bushido continues with his forward pace...sprinting all out as the hoop 
gets closer, moving to keep himself -just- ahead of Springer.
Springer heads for the hoop himself. His goal now being to block any 
shots made at the basket.
Razorclaw lopes along as Tantrum blazes down courtt to catch up with 
Divebomb...
Divebomb pauses and takes a leap just inside the three-point circle, 
tossing toward the basket.
Tantrum stops short, trying to get Broadside to lose balance not trying 
to get tangled..
Springer leaps up right in front of the basket, hand outstretched to try 
and catch the ball before it gets sunk....
Springer tries to block the ball from Divebomb, but misses.
Tradewind tries again...
Tradewind tries to block the ball from Divebomb, but misses.
Tantrum throws back his metal elbows, as he tries to herd the 
ccolossus..
Divebomb takes a shot at the basket...
The ball hits the rim and goes in!
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 0     TEAM 2: 2
Tantrum snorts, "That's the way.."
Razorclaw does not cheer or say a thing, he moves back down court 
swiftly...
Divebomb lets out a screech as the ball goes in, grinning toward his 
teammates.
Tantrum runs back into position..
Broadside shifts and takes off in a very quick, very large sprint down 
court.
Springer misses his block as the ball shots past his other shoulder. He 
growls to himself as he lands. He walks around Bushido to pick up the 
ball and go out of bounds for the initial pass.
Springer takes the basketball.
Springer looks for an open teammate...
Divebomb lands and immediately begins backpedaling, ready to cover 
Tradewind.
Bushido moves to a position to keep covering Springer....or whoever he 
may pass the ball to....
Tantrum is on his man..
Rodimus Prime calls out, "It's all right, guys, we can make it up." He 
jogs backward down the court to his own end, holding his hands up in 
Springer's direction.
Springer starts to make a pass towards Tradewind, then switches mid-
throw, hefting it towards Rodimus.
Tradewind waves her arms, although the taller eagle Con has her pretty 
much out of the picture.
Tantrum tries to stand in front of both feet, again trying to inhibit 
swift movement..
Referee paces up the court, following the action closely.
Razorclaw moves quickly in front of Rodimus, trying to block the pass.
Razorclaw tries to block the ball from Springer, but misses.
Bushido gathers his legs underneath him...leaping into the air as the 
ball sails overhead.
Bushido tries to block the ball from Springer, but misses.
Springer passes the ball easily to Rodimus Prime.
Bushido's finger just miss the ball.....allowing it to soar past to 
Rodimus.
Broadside nearly trips this time, and ends up twisting about, spinning 
neatly towards the goal.
Springer grins as the Preds miss his pass. He jogs back on the court and 
starts heading to the other end...
Divebomb plays ring around the femme, trying his best to stay between 
Tradewind and th ball.
Tantrum moves ahead of broadside, just missing getting some illegal 
contact..
Razorclaw silently curses as teh ball passes through his arms and pivots 
on his vector, pursuing Rodimus once again...
Bushido is already moving as he hits the ground......following Springer 
like a perfect shadow.
Rodimus Prime catches the ball solidly in both hands and immediately 
changes course, dribbling it downcourt at an angle. Well aware of 
Razorclaw right on him, he yells, "Cover me!"
Broadside nods, mainly to himself, and brings himself and hopefully 
Tantrum downcourt.
Springer is instantly in action. He heads for Razorclaw, Bushido on his 
heels
Broadside cuts back as Springer covers it, and redirects towards the con 
goal.
Tantrum follows his man..
Springer tries to run right between Rodimus and Razorclaw, just to make 
Razor back up for a moment.
Tantrum stays between the ball and Broadside, mostly..
Razorclaw pushes harder and moves closer to Rodimus, trying to put some 
distance between himself and Springer.
Springer says, "Take it home, Rod!!!"
Rodimus Prime swings around to keep his back to Razorclaw, pivoting on 
one foot and bouncing the ball from one hand to the other, flicking a 
glance Springer's way and taking the split-second opening to vault the 
ball toward the hoop. 
Razorclaw immediately leaps and tries to block the shot.
Razorclaw blocks the ball from Rodimus Prime!
Tantrum looks around and then to the goal
Springer hisses under his breath as he jumps to block Razorclaw, but is 
still too far away to manage it.
Tantrum swivels around, backing into Broadside, legs and waist..
Broadside oofs and goes over hard as Tantrum barrels into him, 
immediately looking at the ref.
Springer lands, swiping out a hand at Razorclaw.
Divebomb steps back, wings barely missing smacking into Tradewind as he 
spins.
Tantrum looks back at the fallen Autobot, wondering how that happened?
Rodimus Prime ducks as Razorclaw flies past his face and knocks the ball 
off-course. He lunges after the Predacon commander at pretty much the 
same time Springer does. Yay for doubleteaming!
Springer tries to steal the ball from Razorclaw, but misses.
Bushido falls back somewhat...then leaps into the air again...allowing 
Razorclaw a chance to get the ball out of harm's way....if he can hold 
it long enough.
Springer misses his swipe for the ball, almost going off balance right 
into Bushido, but managing to keep to his feet.
Razorclaw spins on his heels and sees he is blocked from both sides, 
quickly he looks for a target to pass to.
Tantrum shrugs and runs towards the Autobot goal..
Tradewind ducks reflexively, as Divebomb's wings come sweeping towards 
her.
Broadside shoots the ref a look as he scrambles to his feet.
Tradewind moves for a move defensive position as the Predacons advance 
on the Autobot's basket once more.
Divebomb doesn't even know how close his wings came to the femme as he 
shuffles back, keeping his attention on the ball.
Tantrum glances over his shoulder, and sees the angry Broadside 
advancing..
Bushido takes advantage of Springer's stumbling....backpedalling waaaaay 
into the open. Facing Razorclaw the whole time.
Rodimus Prime ducks under Springer's flailing arm as he stumbles aside, 
whipping his hand around to try and knock the ball out from under 
Razorclaw's hand.
Rodimus Prime tries to steal the ball from Razorclaw, but misses.
Razorclaw passes the ball easily to Bushido.
Referee carefully eyes the ball and the action gathering around it. 
(Missing the Broadside-Tantrum collision)
Razorclaw jerks the ball quiclkly up and lobs it Tto Bushido, his faith 
in the seeker builing.
Tantrum watches theh ball sail..
Broadside cuts between Bushido and Tantrum. "Excuse me." he grunts, and 
swipes at the ball as it hits the seeker's hands.
Broadside tries to steal the ball from Bushido, but misses.
Bushido sets the ball easily into his fingertips...spinning fluidly and 
dribbling down the court....again showing how fast he can move when he 
wants to.
Divebomb lifts an arm to his mouth, "Make for the basket!"
Springer twists as the ball soars into the air to Bushido. He goes back 
after the seeker, as quickly as possible.
Tantrum flails his arms and tries to get back in front of Broadside..
Springer says, "Not today, Pal."
Razorclaw watches Bushido from his place, and does not bother to try and 
catch the speedy Decepticon
Springer is hot on Bushido's heels, getting as close as possible.
Tantrum manuvers around the ponderous Autobot..
Rodimus Prime slaps himself in the forehead and twists sideways to stay 
with Razorclaw rather than charging on ahead.
Tantrum snorts, "get away from that goal!"
Bushido continues in his forward momentum.....even as he runs, his four 
wings extend in an X pattern to try and make Springer's job more 
difficult.
Broadside slows down quickly, shifting directions towards the goal, 
ready to take a leap if need be.
Tantrum watches Broadside out of the corner of an optic..
Springer extends his movement by pushing off in a horizontal leap, 
almost sailing past Bushido before his feet hit the ground. As the 
seeker attempts to shoot, Springer lashes out a hand to block...
Springer blocks the ball from Bushido!
Tradewind has disconnected.
Divebomb stays near Tradewind as he watches Bushido go for the goal.
Tantrum's arms spread as he comes around..
Broadside twists, and takes off down court.
Bushido notes the ball go straight out of his hands and into Springer's. 
He dosen't show suprise....or anything...merely action. There isn't even 
a moment of hesitation before he's after Springer again.
Springer snatches the ball from Bushido, ducks under the seeker's wing 
and starts driving down the court.
Razorclaw cringes as the ball is intercepted and scrambles to the goal.
Springer glances at Rodimus and Broadside as he drives, looking for 
possible openings...
Rodimus Prime bolts downcourt in tandem with Broadside, yelling, "Nice 
catch!"
Divebomb takes a few bounding steps after the greenbot, moving to 
intercept.
Tantrum runs after Broadside, staying between him and springer..
Broadside laughs, and starts to extend his arms out in a hail mary 
style. "Go high!" he shouts.
Springer hits the key and starts that striding step of his which means a 
hook shot...
Tantrum glances at Springer over an outstretched arm
Bushido leaps forward as Springer begins to raise his hands to take the 
shot....not only can he run....but he can jump too.
Divebomb gets near Springer and....
Divebomb steals the ball from Springer!
Bushido tries to block the ball from Divebomb, but misses.
Tantrum quickly moves to cover Broadside
Springer starts to launch and then gets an expression of pure surprise 
as Divebomb dodges in and snatches the ball just as he got going good.
Razorclaw nods and begins a quick jog back down the field on the right, 
his optic band beaming.
Broadside trips ad slides, turning to chase after Divebomb.
Bushido misses.....but Divebomb dosen't, and he rolls evenly as he hits 
the ground...coming up to a crouching position...then taking off.
Tantrum undercuts his opponents arms, and plants his feet..
Divebomb leaps up and over Springer in a move reminiscent of the game 
from The Absentminded Professor. He snatches the ball out of Springer's 
hands and begins dribbling as soon as his feet hit ground.
Tantrum tries to cover Broadside as he's trying to get up..
Springer lands and twists around. "Hey! Give that back!" he calls, not 
really expecting to be heeded. He starts chasing after yet AGAIN...
Tantrum sneers at Springers remark
Springer tries to snatch the ball back as Divebomb starts down the 
court...
Divebomb grins as he sharges forward, using his flight thrusters 
sparingly to increase his stride..
Springer steals the ball from Divebomb!
Razorclaw barrels down the right side, trying to get to the end of the 
court before the others.
Broadside backpedals again. "Heave it, Springer!" he shouts.
Bushido is right behind Springer.....moving to snatch the ball as the 
autobot snatches it from Divebomb.
Springer reaches in just as Divebomb slightly engages his thrusters. The 
triple twists around, jumps in the air and launches the ball towards the 
net...
Razorclaw spins once again and sprints back down court.
Rodimus Prime skids turns, starts to move, skids again, and finally 
decides to just hold his position, shifting his weight from one leg to 
the other.
Divebomb snarled annoyedly as the ball is snatched away, quickly 
spinning around to face the ball again.
Tantrum manuvers in front of Broadside
Bushido tries to block the ball from Springer, but misses.
Springer takes a shot at the basket...
The ball rolls around the rim for a few moments, then goes in!
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 2     TEAM 2: 2
Springer says, "YEEEES!"
Tantrum snorts, "by the breath of Unicron.."
Springer lands in the exact same spot he jumped up from.
Tantrum stomps over into position..
Broadside cheers wildly, jumping upwards as he shifts backwards, chasing 
over to Tantrum.
Bushido turns back to his own position without a word.
Tantrum glances at Bushido..
Rodimus Prime lifts one hand, tossing a wave at Springer. "Good shot! 
Now leave some for the rest of us!"
Springer takes a defensive position, waiting for one of the Cons to take 
the ball and and toss it back in bounds. He throws a grin to Rodimus. 
"Why? So you can beat me at everything???" he jokes.
Divebomb takes position nearly at halfcourt, optics never leaving the 
ball.
Bushido glances back at Tantrum for a moment....his own body 
tensing....then moving.
Tantrum transmits a message via radio to Bushido.
Bushido receives a radio transmission.
Tantrum nods at Divebomb..
Bushido transmits a message via radio to Tantrum.
Tantrum receives a radio transmission.
You say, "Hey, I've got a reputation to uphold."
Springer chuckles at Rod's comment, keeping his optics on Bushido.
Razorclaw takes the basketball.
Tantrum smiles at Bushido..
Razorclaw snatches up the ball and looks his teammates over.
Springer watches the ball and keeps Bushido in the periphery of his 
vision...
Tantrum steps around Broadside, trying to keep him near the sidelines..
Divebomb slowly begins stepping back, then nods to Razorclaw.
With a quick flick of his head, he fakes with his right and rifles the 
ball at full force about five feet above Divebomb's head
Razorclaw passes the ball easily to Divebomb.
Tantrum intensifies his attampts to block Broadsides movement..
Bushido turns as Razorclaw fires the ball......rushing down the court as 
fast as he can. Which...as we've seen, if pretty darn fast.
Divebomb hops upwards, reaching for the ball. As he catches it, he spins 
around, already at halfcourt. He quickly moves forward to the three-
point line.
Tantrum watches Bushido burn court..
Razorclaw moves downcourt playing a shallow defense.
Springer is a twin to Bushido's movement, keeping to him like glue from 
Vortex's glue gun.
Broadside twists, and turns, and then, smirking, steps -over- Tantrum, 
and takes off after Divebomb.
Rodimus Prime turns to cover Razorclaw again as the ball changes hands, 
keeping him behind him in his peripheral vision.
Tantrum all but hugs Broadsides' legs trying to keep him at the end, a 
shadow darkens the sky over Tantrum's head..
Tantrum looks up
Broadside streches out to his full height as he goes vertical, slamming 
a hand out to try to get the ball away from Divebomb.
Broadside blocks the ball from Divebomb!
Springer says, "Go, Broad!"
Tantrum's face is a mask of rage as he charges after broadside..
Broadside flings the ball in a pass towards Rodimus as he falls over.
Bushido switches angle....using his forward momentum to leap uuuuuup to 
Broadside, his hands stretching out.
Springer reverses his momentum, allowing Bushido to keep going, heading 
down the court...
Razorclaw quickly tenses as the ball changes hands and goes on teh 
defense.
Divebomb lets the ball go...right into Broadside's hand. He narrows his 
optics and spins around, snapping up an arm to try and get it back.
Tantrum tries to get underfoot as Broadside gets the ball..
Divebomb blocks the ball from Broadside!
Springer erks as Divebomb blocks the ball. He stops at half court and 
turns back to face the crowd.
Tantrum snorts, "that's the way!"
Broadside's shadow continues to descend, even as Divebomb takes the 
ball. Uhm, Divey.. heads up.
Broadside misses Divebomb with his grasp attack.
Bushido extends his wings again, stopping him in mid-air......as 
Divebomb gets the ball before he does. He switches the angle of 
them....gliding down along Broadside's frame to the ground.
Razorclaw relaxes at half-court with Rodimus, moving along side the 
Autobot commander, basically giving a look of superiority to him.
Tantrum resumes trying to get as close to Broadsides legs as possible, 
without getting kicked..
Divebomb snatches the ball midair and prances between the taller one's 
legs, ducking as Broadside falls.
WHOOOM! The whole court shakes as Broadside hits the ground hard.
Divebomb hops up as Broadside lands, snapping off another attempt at 
three points.
Tantrum jumps back wondering who stole thae e Auto's gyros
Bushido folds his wings around him again as he lands...moving forward to 
what is essentially.......an empty court.
Tantrum looks at Broadside, on the floor..
Broadside pushes himself to get to his feet, unable to block.
Springer starts running back to the Con goal...
Tantrum stands back as Broadside gets up..
Divebomb takes a 3-point shot at the basket...
The ball misses the rim entirely!
Rodimus Prime makes a face of tight concentration and ignores 
Razorclaw's 'smirking' looks. Too far away to interfere, he nevertheless 
bolts, trying to close in time to catch the rebound.
Tantrum clanks a steel hand over his optics..
Tantrum waits for Broadside to move..
Bushido moves after the ball.....the wings on his left side extending to 
bounce it into his hands.
Divebomb snarls as his shot misses, and jumps forward, trying to contest 
the rebound with Rodimus.
Razorclaw shakes his head at both Divebomb's botched shot and Rodimus' 
eagerness to waste fuel.
Springer lunges across the court, long stride after long stride, trying 
to reach the ball before the Cons get it.
Rodimus Prime falls just short as Divebomb reaches the ball ahead of 
him.
Springer lunges in the air, attempting to block the ball...
Tradewind decides she needs a breather and steps out to allow Elita to 
take her place..
Springer blocks the ball from Divebomb!
Divebomb reaches for the rebound, only to grab at nothing as Springer 
snatches the ball.
Bushido is there too......his wings extending out as far as they can as 
he leans to smack it away from the Autobot
Bushido tries to block the ball from Springer, but misses.
Tantrum growls as he nearly steps on Broadsides' feet in an attempt to 
keep him right on the out-of -bounds line..
Springer isn't quite sure how he managed to grab the ball, but now he 
has it and he turns and tosses the ball the short distance to Rodimus 
instead of driving down the court.
Rodimus Prime backpedals a few steps. "Springer, here!"
Springer passes the ball easily to Rodimus Prime.
Springer calls out, "Show us your stuff, BossBot."
Divebomb hops backward to cover the femme again, narrowing his optics as 
he glances at Rod.
Rodimus Prime catches the ball easily in one hand and takes off 
downcourt, free for the moment.
Tantrum shakes his head, thinking about smelting the Green Autobot..
Razorclaw puts his limbs into a frenzy of actions as he chases the 
Autobot with more fury than before.
Tantrum throws a few warning shot elbows at Broadsides delicate knees, 
to ward him off
Springer starts pounding down the court after Rodimus and the ball, 
trying to keep ahead of the Pred competition...
skids and jinks sideways to throw
Bushido continues after Springer....sprinting easily after the 
triplechanger.
Elita One grins at the predacon and sidesteps bolting down court after 
Rod.
Elita One says, "Try and keep up Divebomb."
Razorclaw lopes over and tries to slip a hand between Rodimus' 
clutches...
Divebomb breaks off after Elita, firing his jets a bit to keep up as 
best he can, though he falls a bit behind.
Rodimus Prime skids and jinks sideways to throw Razorclaw off, even if 
only for a split second, and braces himself, hurling the ball across the 
court from barely past the midpoint, going for three.
Springer shouts out, "Razor! Your shoe's untied!" in an attempt to throw 
off the Predacon.
Razorclaw tries to steal the ball from Rodimus Prime, but misses.
Razorclaw swipes his clawed hand through, but to no avail
Springer laughs as Razorclaw misses the ball. He pounds over to a 
position where he can take advantage of any rebounds the ball might 
suffer...
Rodimus Prime takes a 3-point shot at the basket...
The ball misses the rim entirely!
Tantrum looks over each shoulder, in quick succession, looking for those 
feet to lift higher than for a step..
Springer makes a grab for the ball while it's still in the air, 
launching himself vertically at it...
Razorclaw tries to move with haste to make for the free ball
Springer steals the ball from Rodimus Prime!
Divebomb leaps forward, though he comes well short of being able to get 
the rebound.
Bushido moves right after the triplechanger....still following him like 
a shadow.
Rodimus Prime shakes his head as the ball falls short. "Take it, 
Springer!" he calls, jolting forward toward the goal.
Springer hooks it overhand and overhead straight for the basket before 
he even hits the ground.
Bushido tries to block the ball from Springer, but misses.
Springer takes a shot at the basket...
The ball rebounds off the backboard and goes in!
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 4     TEAM 2: 2
Tantrum goes over to his position..
Razorclaw clutches his fist and snaps his hands forward to retieve the 
bouncing ball
Springer hits the court with a small *thud*. "WHOOOOOO!" He calls out, 
tossing a high-five in Rod's direction...
Razorclaw takes the basketball.
Divebomb shakes his head, backpedaling again to near halfcourt.
Springer spins on his heel and takes a defensive position on Bushido.
Elita One claps and takes Tradewind's position on the court.
Tantrum rushes downcourt, leaving Broadside behind..
Razorclaw simply bounces the ball to Tantrum and nods, knowing he will 
move down court like a train.
Razorclaw passes the ball easily to Tantrum.
Tantrum grabs the ball in both hands, and thunders towards the goal..
Bushido continues forward...then lifts both feet slightly, his anti-
gravs whining now and then...making him 'skate' along the surface of the 
court.
Springer starts heading after, keeping Bushido, he hopes, under wraps...
Divebomb hops along sideways, trying to keep between Elita and Tantrum.
Tantrum dribbles the ball as he runs
Razorclaw trots down the field, trying to flank Tantrum from a possible 
double team
Rodimus Prime slaps Springer's hand, scolding with a chuckle, "Quit 
jinxing me."
Elita One darts along trying to avoid Divebomb and get at Tantrum.
Tantrum drives to the three-point line..
Bushido's usual speed.....doubles from his little 'skating' 
action.....as he wizzes down the court.
Divebomb spins around, using his wide wings to try keeping Elita clear.
Springer tries to dart in towards Tantrum...
Rodimus Prime turns and takes off after Razorclaw, keeping one optic on 
the ball.
Tantrum leaps from the three point line, a dim "23" glowing on his back 
as he hurtles at the net, tounge out!
Razorclaw slows up and cuts into Rodimus, not exactly pushing, but 
leaning in hard noetheless...
Tantrum takes a shot at the basket...
The ball almost goes in, but doesn't!
Springer lunges for the rebound...
Divebomb leaps forward as Tantrum missed, leaping for the rebound along 
with Springer.
Tantrum lands heavily, leaning towards Springy
Elita One takes the sudden absense of divebomb's blocking to get into a 
better position to catch the rebound.
Elita One steals the ball from Tantrum!
Tantrum looks at his now, empty hands
Springer grasps at empty air as Elita dodges in between him and Divebomb 
and snatches the ball. He laughs in surprise...
Springer says, "GO E! Take it home!"
Bushido continues for the direction of the ball....actually using 
Tantrum as a springboard. He places one foot on the Predacon's 
back....flipping towards Elita One's hands.
Divebomb snarls as the rebound goes beneath his leap, spinning around 
midair, "Get it!"
Springer spins and moves to protect Elita from blockers and stealers.
Tantrum levers Bushido upward, and clenches his fists..
Elita One dribbles down court toward the con goal...
Rodimus Prime stumbles back away from Razorclaw, and keeps going, 
charging back downcourt opposite Elita.
Bushido steals the ball from Elita One!
Tantrum jogs after the pack, waiting for a possible reversal..
Springer gahs as he fails to keep Bushido from going in. He lunges at 
the ball, trying to get it back from the seeker...
Divebomb lands and moves near the basket, waving his arms to Bushido as 
the others leave him open.
Springer steals the ball from Bushido!
One of Bushido's wings knock the ball from her hands......tipping it 
into his own. He's only standing there for about a half a 
second.....before leaping upward....unfortunately Springer takes the 
ball from him again.
Elita One stops like a pro and pounds downcourt after Bushido.
Springer spins on his heels towards Rodimus, trying a difficult pass....
Tantrum growls incoherently as he resumes blocking Broadside..
Razorclaw bolts forward and thrusts his body into the aim
Razorclaw tries to block the ball from Springer, but misses.
Divebomb pounds forward, after Elita again.
Springer passes the ball easily to Rodimus Prime.
Springer starts heading back down the court once the ball leaves his 
hands. He'll trust in Rod's skill to catch his pass.
Elita One acks and spins again, this time planning ahead to get in a 
spot to make a rebound should someone miss.
Bushido resumes his 'skating' motions....passing Elita One....and 
rapidly closing on Rodimus.
Rodimus Prime throws himself forward into the ball's path and spins 
around Razorclaw's obstructing form, flinging the ball up over his head 
with a quick hook shot before the Predacon can get in his way again.
Razorclaw moves to block but can't get there in time...
Springer tries not to prematurely cheer Rod on this time...
Rodimus Prime takes a shot at the basket...
The ball hits the rim and goes in!
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 6     TEAM 2: 2
Elita One ignores the Con skating past her, simply ready if there should 
be a rebound needed.
Tantrum stands steadfastly in front of Broadside
Divebomb stops midstride as the ball goes in, narrowing his optics a bit 
and spinning back quickly.
Elita One says, "Yes! Nice shot, Rodimus!"
Referee blows his whistle, signifiny a score for the Autobots.
Springer laughs loudly. "Bout time, Rod. You holding out on us?"
Rodimus Prime lands awkwardly with a wobble and a stumble backwards, but 
grinning broadly. "Just waiting for my moment."
Several points on Bushido's legs open up as he comes to a stop again. 
The ports suddenly hiss and release a large cloud of steam....cooling 
his jets down.
Springer moves back into a defensive position...
Razorclaw takes the basketball.
Springer covers Divebomb since Bushido is over near Elita.
Razorclaw lobs the ball with one bounce to Tantrum once again
Razorclaw passes the ball easily to Tantrum.
Springer takes off down the court, heading straight for Tantrum...
Elita One covers the steaming Con.
Divebomb backpedals, trying to outdistance Springer.
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 6     TEAM 2: 2
Tantrum turns and , dribbling, carges downcourt..
Bushido takes his new position.......beginning to skate along just ahead 
of Elita One...but moving a little slower this time....so as not to 
overheat so quickly.
Springer puts a little "spring" into his step, giving his strides a long 
horizontal jumping type of movement.
Razorclaw brings up the rear, trying to open up the Autobot's defense.
Tantrum'head snaps in Springers direction..
Divebomb uses his jets to match Springer's stride, leaping a bit higher 
than the Bot and glancing at Tantrum.
Tantrum runs for all he's worth, and lines up a simple shot..
Elita One bolts alongside Bushido, using dexterity against his speed to 
keep him slowed down.
Springer continues catching up to Tantrum, not fast enought to block the 
shot, but fast enough to catch the rebound when it comes...
Tantrum pauses and jumps, jets aiding in height. he shoots!
Tantrum takes a shot at the basket...
The ball rebounds off the backboard and goes in!
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 6     TEAM 2: 4
Razorclaw skids to a halt and sighs
Tantrum lands with a thud, and returns to his side..
Divebomb snatches the ball as it goes through the hoop and bounces it 
toward Springer.
Springer damns as the ball goes in. He sighs and glances at Rod and 
Elita to see if either of them wants to take the inbound.
Rodimus Prime stops midcourt, shooting a look across at Elita to set her 
position in his head.
Springer grabs the ball Divebomb bounced to him and crosses out of 
bounds. He dribbles for a moment, then eyes his teammates....
Springer takes the basketball.
Tantrum stares at the ball, fire in his optics..
Bushido slows to a halt again. Landing briefly..his wings flick again as 
he gets ready.
Divebomb steps in front of Springer, ready to leap as soon as it leaves 
his hands.
Elita One points for Rod to take it as she moves back down court toward 
the Con goal.
Springer lifts the ball as if throwing a huge arc. "Elita, think fast!" 
he calls, instead throwing the ball to Rodimus.
Razorclaw steps in and put a little pressure on the Autobot commander.
Tantrum moves to try and intercept Elita..
Springer passes the ball easily to Rodimus Prime.
Divebomb jumps straight up, snatching for the ball!
Divebomb tries to block the ball from Rodimus Prime, but misses.
Elita One winks at Springer, and gets ready downcourt.
Springer sprints back on the court and starts doing his leap-run back 
towards the other end of the court, flashing a grin at Elita.
Tantrum trails behind
Bushido's anti-gravs whine to life again....and he resumes skating, 
closing the distance between him and the femme.
Rodimus Prime jumps to catch the ball over Divebomb's shoulder, and 
spins around, bolting downcourt.
Razorclaw does a quick take, glancing to Elita, and then sees the ruse 
and moves to blanket Rodimus.
Divebomb takes off after Springer, determined not to let the greenbot 
get the ball again.
Tantrum suddenly dashes over to hem in Broadside..
Deciding that subltety was ineffective, Razorclaw brings a giant hand up 
and tries to slam the ball from Rodimus' grasp.
Razorclaw tries to steal the ball from Rodimus Prime, but misses.
Rodimus Prime stops and turns his back on his guard again as the 
pressure gets tight around him. He glances back and tries to lob the 
ball back over his shoulder across the court. "Elita!"
Tantrum jinks back and forth in front of the huge Autobot..
Bushido puts on a burst of speed.....moving to intercept.
Bushido tries to block the ball from Rodimus Prime, but misses.
Springer hits half-court and rushes into the key as Rod tosses the ball 
to Elita. He gets ready for another steal/block tussle on the ball.
Elita One manages to get away from Bushido and open to take the passed 
ball.
Divebomb keeps up the energy to his thrusters, keeping up with Springer 
and doing his best to keep himself and his wide wings between the ball 
and the triple.
Razorclaw pushes in on Rodimus, trying to get him to make a sloppy pass.
Tantrum is like a net of steel in on Broadside..
Rodimus Prime passes the ball easily to Elita One.
Tantrum frowns
Springer calls out, "Push the envelope, E. Sink the ball!"
Elita One spins on her heel and shoots!
Bushido misses the ball the first time. And immediately backflips 
towards Elita.....arms outstretched to try and snatch it away.....wings 
extended to try and block her view.
Rodimus Prime bats Razorclaw back irritably but manages to refrain from 
comment. It is *just* a game, after all.
Bushido tries to block the ball from Elita One, but misses.
Razorclaw issues a quick hiss as Rodimus reacts. This may be a game to 
him, but for Razorclaw, it is the pinnacle of inactivity culminating to 
a head.
Elita One takes a shot at the basket...
The ball rolls around the rim for a few moments, then goes in!
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 8     TEAM 2: 4
Springer lets out another whooping cheer.
Referee blows his whistle, signifiny a score for the Autobots.
Bushido has disconnected.
Rodimus Prime lifts his hands, clapping them together over his head. 
"Yeah!"
Elita One smiles. A strange game this, but very satisfying.
Razorclaw takes the basketball.
Springer goes on instant guard over Divebomb.
Razorclaw scoops up the ball, wasting no time, flips it to Bushido
Razorclaw passes the ball easily to Bushido.
Tantrum looks like he swallowed an Insecticon, he seems to smoulder with 
hate..
Razorclaw passes once again to Tantrum
Razorclaw takes the basketball.
Razorclaw passes the ball easily to Tantrum.
Tantrum grabs it, and charges down court like a locomotive!
Springer turns and starts heading after Tantrum AGAIN.
Divebomb begins leaping backwards now, trying to outdistance Springer as 
he waves an arm to Tantrum, now open.
Elita One darts after the Bulls fan.
Tantrum throws a glance to Divebomb, and prepares to pass..
Springer launches himself between Dive and Tantrum...
Springer blocks the ball from Tantrum!
Rodimus Prime meets Razorclaw at halfcourt, but almost immediately 
changes course as Springer smacks the ball away from Tantrum, darting 
for open territory.
Divebomb quickly gives a boost of his jets, springing toward Springer as 
he tries to snatch that pass back.
Springer grabs the ball in mid-air, practically from Tantrum's hands, 
spins and starts driving down the court...
Elita One immediately moves to block Tantrum
Springer glances at Elita and Rod, seeing who is doing what....
Divebomb steals the ball from Springer!
Tantrum brings up a clenched fist, but lowers it quickly.. trying to 
keep up with Springer..instead he gets a face full of Elita
Tantrum tries to break away from Elita..
Razorclaw sprints quickly down court, trying to open himself up.
Springer acks as Divebomb snatches the ball away in mid-dribble. He 
spins on his heel and starts chasing after Divebomb this time...
Divebomb snatches the ball from Springer's hands in a move similar to 
the last. He smirks, "Don't learn, do you?" and spins around, his rifle 
flying up from the inertia of the spin and tagging Springer lightly on 
the back.
Elita One chases after Tantrum as the ball suddenly changes vectors.
Tantrum backs upcourt
Rodimus Prime skids to a halt, looking around wildly for Razorclaw with 
a muffled curse.
Springer grimaces as he gets smacked in the back by the rifle. Ignoring 
it, he sets his face in a grim expression and launches himself at the 
Predacon who stole HIS ball.
Tantrum skids, and changes directions suddenly trying to shake the 
Autofemme..
Divebomb spurts his jets as he charges downcourt for extra speed, 
preparing to shoot as Springer leaps.
Springer leaps into DIvebomb's way, hands outstretched...
Springer tries to block the ball from Divebomb, but misses.
Elita One smirks and manages to stay on Tantrum like glue.
Tantrum reverses and blocks Elita!
Divebomb ducks as Springer flies past and leaps toward the hoop himself, 
letting off a shot.
Tantrum waves his arms wildly, obscuring Elita's view..
Springer mutters something under his breath as he misses the ball. He 
lands on his feet, twisting towards the basket. He hopes the shot will 
rebound or miss and prepares to make a grab for the ball if it does.
You paged Gyroscope with 'What happened?'.
Divebomb takes a shot at the basket...
The ball bounces off the rim!
Springer launches himself up in the air at the ball....
Springer steals the ball from Divebomb!
Tantrum lets out a dangerous growl..
Elita One backpedals downcourt.
Being downcourt, Razorclaw moves to intercept the ball from Springer....
Razorclaw steals the ball from Springer!
Springer immeadiately bats the ball towards Rodimus while he's still in 
the air.
Divebomb spins midar as the ball misses, trying to snatch the ball back 
from Springer before he can send it off.
Tantrum is after Elita after a microcycle..
Rodimus Prime, still trying to catch UP to Razorclaw, is fortunately 
several strides away as the ball is batted his way.
Razorclaw continues his path and prepares to drive the ball over his 
head behind himself into the bastket...
..but it's all to no avail. ;)
Springer lands with a hissed breath and tries to jump again to block....
Elita One darts sideways as the ball changes hand yet again.
Springer blocks the ball from Razorclaw!
Razorclaw still drives the ball behind himself.....into Springer's arms
Tantrum tries to keep up with Elita, eyes blazing..
Rodimus Prime lets out a sharp exhalation and lunges forward to close 
again.
Springer *barely* manages to block, the tips of his fingers catching the 
ball and sending it flying in Rodimus's direction again.
Divebomb realizes his brother has the ball and..no, it's Springer again. 
Doncha feel sorry for the commentator? He growls and snatches at the 
ball, again.
Divebomb tries to block the ball from Springer, but misses.
Springer passes the ball easily to Rodimus Prime.
Tantrum sidesteps towards midcourt..
Razorclaw drops to one knee as he lands hard and looks up to try and 
snap his arms forward......
Elita One shifts to blocking Tantrum as Rod takes the ball.
Springer lands on the ground with a WHUFF and starts heading back down 
court, trying to run interference on Razorclaw and Divebomb as much as 
one person can...
Springer says, "Key it, Rod!"
Razorclaw makes for a quick steal.....
Razorclaw steals the ball from Rodimus Prime!
Tantrum looks over Elitas helmet at Razor's actions, and roars!
Divebomb misses the ball by inches (from his point of view) or a few 
feet (from the Autobots') though we all know who has the better 
eyesight. He grins as Razorclaw gets the ball again, trying to get 
between him and Springer to cover him.
Springer acks as Razorclaw snatches the ball before Rodimus can do 
anything....
Razorclaw snatches the ball and hugs it greedily for a moment and looks 
for a place to stuff it.....
Rodimus Prime fumbles the ball, trying to spin it away, but Razorclaw's 
swipe sends it tumbling out of his grip.
Tantrum tries to duck out from behind the speedy femme..
Broadside and Bushido are all over each other, neither able to get past 
the other.
Razorclaw chucks the ball upwards to Tantrum, but finds that avenue 
blocked, he just jumps up and over to the goal..
Tantrum does his best to occupy Elita..
Divebomb spreads his arms, doing his best to keep Springer away from 
Razorclaw.
Bushido pokes Broadside's leg with one of those prehensile wings of 
his..
Springer is dancing around with Divebomb, trying to get a clear enough 
moment to just SEE the ball, let alone do anything about it.
Tantrum and Elita are dancing to different beats..
Elita One looks for a way around Tantrum, but to no avail.
Rodimus Prime dives after Razorclaw, flailing one hand out ahead of him 
to try and nudge it out of his grip; though at this stretch he can't 
really grab it himself, he tries to bat it aside.
Rodimus Prime blocks the ball from Razorclaw!
Divebomb puts his beakhelm right in Springer's face, though he's careful 
to keep the sharp edge away from the Autobot. Wouldn't want to get 
blamed for anything now...
Razorclaw watches the ball go wild...
Springer ducks in towards Divebomb, stepping right underneath the Pred's 
arm and heading for Razorwing to block him from catching the ball from 
Rodimus...
Tradewind watches intently as her teammates jostle the ball around in an 
attempt to score.
Razorclaw lets gravity take over and descends on Rodumus but slides 
oblong thanks to Springer's quick move.
Tantrum does his best to smother Elita without touching..
Divebomb quickly flips back as Springer ducks past, igniting his 
thrusters and giving chase to the slightly taller Bot.
Referee follows the action closely as the game begins to intensify.
Rodimus Prime stumbles forward from the momentum, catching himself after 
a few steps. "Springer! Get it!"
Springer lunges for the ball...
Springer tries to steal the ball from Rodimus Prime, but misses.
Springer says, "Oops..."
Divebomb leaps for the ball as well, trying to snatch it midair.
Divebomb steals the ball from Rodimus Prime!
Tantrum whirls, trying to get open!
Springer backpedals, getting between Divebomb and the Con goal....
Elita One starts left, then spins and moves right to slip past and 
behind Tantrum. She moves down court after Divebomb.
Razorclaw still barrels forward, attempting to throw Springer off 
balance.
Divebomb gives a short burst from his jets to stop, tries to leap over 
Springer to shoot before Springer and Elita make him a Predacon 
sandwich.
Tantrum runs towards the Decepticon goal..
Springer jumps up right in Divebomb's face as Razor lunges into his 
legs, trying to block the ball.
Springer blocks the ball from Divebomb!
Razorclaw pushes the advantage and continues his movement into Springer 
as he tries to snag the ball into his possesion
Razorclaw tries to steal the ball from Springer, but misses.
Divebomb sneers at Springer as he snatches the ball midair, and comes 
down alongside him, grabbing for it.
Springer snabs the ball, landing on his feet. He crouches and lunges 
under Divebomb while the Pred is still in the air, dribbling, and 
heading down to his scoring basket...
Tantrum thunders towards the pack, heading for Springer..
Elita One turns and blocks Tantrum, keeping pace with springer.
Divebomb spins quickly, leaping after Springer to try and grab the ball.
Tantrum draws up short. faking left and spinning right, but Elita's too 
fast..
Divebomb tries to steal the ball from Springer, but misses.
Springer does his little "leap-run" thing again, closing the distance 
between him and a three point shot.
Springer lands in the key, arcs the ball up and towards the basket....
Tantrum watches from behind Elita's arms..
Divebomb matches Springer's pace, but isn't able to get at the ball. He 
instead opts for diving under the Triple's arms to have first grab at 
any rebound.
Rodimus Prime charges downcourt in Springer's wake.
Razorclaw takes up the chase as well
Springer takes a 3-point shot at the basket...
The ball misses the rim entirely!
Springer says, "NO WAY!!!!"
Divebomb snaps up from the ground, grabbing for the ball.
Springer ARGHS and lunges for the ball as his shot misses.
Divebomb tries to steal the ball from Springer, but misses.
Springer tries to steal the ball from Springer, but misses.
Tantrum growls incoherently and tries to force his way to the ball..
Elita One moves for the rebound, forgetting Tantrum for the moment.
Elita One tries to steal the ball from Springer, but misses.
Springer misses the bounding ball and has to twist around to try and 
grab at it again..
Tantrum runs to the threepoint line and waits for a pass..
Divebomb snarls as the ball bobbles around, spinning to chase after it.
Razorclaw follows up on Rodimus, making sure he can't get to the ball.
Springer steals the ball from Springer!
Tantrum tries to get the erratic ball too..
Tantrum grins as he waits for springer to turn..
Springer manages to grab hold of the ball again. He leaps up in the air, 
settling for a 2 point shot instead of his intending 3 pointer and hooks 
the ball towards the net.
Rodimus Prime tries to scoot sideways away from Razorclaw, intent on 
getting the rebound if Springer misses again.
Divebomb hunches down a bit as Springer gets the ball, and takes off in 
a leap towards it as he lets it fly.
Divebomb tries to block the ball from Springer, but misses.
Springer takes a shot at the basket...
The ball bounces off the backboard!
Springer curses this time, seriously annoyed...
Tantrum suddenly realizes what end he'at, and tries to get into the key!
Springer lands on the ground with a small *thud*, looking for the ball.
Divebomb rotates quickly midair, trying to get the ball -away- from this 
basket. He reaches for the rebound..
Divebomb steals the ball from Springer!
Razorclaw drives his body hard into Rodimus, trying to keep him at bay 
while Divebomb makes a play for the ball.
Tantrum backpedals, momentarily open..
Divebomb snatches thee ball and instantly snaps it toward Tantrum while 
still in the air.
Tantrum reaches toawrds the flying ball..
Rodimus Prime oofs and stumbles sideways, catching himself from a fall 
only by slapping his hand against the ground. "Hey, watch it!" he 
protests.
Elita One realizes Divebomb has the ball and moves to block the pass.
Referee blow his whistle "Foul!'
Razorclaw spares Rodimus a glance as he moves downcourt to flank his 
brother atgain
Divebomb glances at the ref, "Foul? We have possession!"
Tantrum straightens
Springer stops moving as a foul is called.
Elita One stops as the whistle is blown, not sure what it means.
Razorclaw cocks an optic at the Ref..."Problem?" he asks innocently.
:grumbles, brushing himself off. "I'm all right," he grunts to no one in 
particular.

Rodimus Prime grumbles, brushing himself off. "I'm all right," he grunts 
to no one in particular.
Tantrum just glares at the refree
Divebomb touches down on the ground as he locks gazes with the ref, ball 
balanced in one hand.
Springer takes a step towards Elita and mutters something to her.
Springer mutters to Elita One, "... means... broke one... offending team 
has... up the... team for... is... Razorclaw, gets... to... a free..."
Razorclaw has disconnected.
Elita One nods.
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 8     TEAM 2: 4
Divebomb glares at the referee anoyedly before slinging the ball toward 
Rodimus, hard.
Springer takes his position for the freethrow.
Tantrum gets into his..
Elita One takes her opposite.
Divebomb Steps back into position, near Springer,
Rodimus Prime takes the basketball.
Springer crosses his fingers, hoping Rod makes the shot...
Tantrum wishes he could just start shootin'
Rodimus Prime walks up to the freethrow line and spins the ball in his 
hands, bouncing it twice at his feet before sizing up his shot. His face 
set in concentration, he lofts the ball at the net.
Rodimus Prime takes a free-throw shot at the basket...
The ball rebounds off the backboard and goes in!
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 9     TEAM 2: 4
Springer claps his hands once, loudly. "Yes! Life is SWEET!"
Referee blows the whistle and takes the ball.
Elita One says, "Indeed."
Referee takes the basketball.
Tantrum scowls blackly,fingers cloding on the air where his weapons 
usually are..
Divebomb snarls as the shot goes in, "Just lovely." He glances at the 
ref..
Rodimus Prime smiles. "Watch it, Springer, I'm catching up."
Springer chuckles. "Dream on, poser. You don't have my gift for height." 
he returns cheerfully.
You say, "Yeah, I don't have to." He waves his hand over Springer's 
head. "I'm not short."
Divebomb crosses his arms as the ref takes the ball, quickly 
transforming.
Springer makes a face at Rodimus.
Referee blows his whistle, signifying Half-Time.
Divebomb's legs bend backwards at the knees as his arms fold into his 
body. His helm closes down over his head, and he spreads his wings 
majestically.
Springer chuckles and walks off the court with the Autobots, bantering 
back and forth with Rod.

<A lot of people had to log off, so we postponed the second half till 
the next night...>

Transformers2005 - Wednesday, July 08, 1998, 8:54 PM
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Broadside shakes his head. "She went over to do some sightseeing, guess 
she isn't back yet."
Swoop steps back in cautiously looking around.
Rodimus Prime grunts. "Probably got hung up with local trouble... eh, 
she would've radioed if she needed help."
Swoop ignores Brawl as he walks by and goes and sits over by Rodimus.
Broadside nods. "Probably just caught up in traffic or somesuch."
Rampage has left.
Salvo wanders out from the hotel
Brawl suggests, matter of factly, "Or... dead. Like Arcee...", he nods 
again to Springer.
FX says, "I can show you the world and that's prolly what's she doing 
and got caught up in the moment and is having The time of her like and 
she owes it all to you."
Blitzwing walks in, looking large and in charge. Charles in Charge, in 
fact.
Divebomb mutters to Sunflare, "Ready... go?"
Tower turns to Elita, as the crowd begins to grow within the vicinity of 
the stadium "Are you enjoying the games, ma'am?"
Broadside nods to FX. "Uh, yah sure..." once again he asks, "Elita, you 
want to fill in for Tradewind til she gets here?"
Sunflare mutters to Divebomb.
Salvo looks over the large group, and asks, "What's going on?"
Divebomb grins at Sunflare and makes his way toward pit 3, "Are we ready 
to begin?"
Elita One nods to Tower. "They have been most interesting." She turns to 
Broadside. "Certainly. She can replace me when she gets here."
Springer looks eager to start.
Rodimus Prime presses his hands against his knees, standing up. "*I'm* 
ready," he leaves the rest of the implication unspoken.
Broadside has left.
Springer throws a grin at Rodimus. "Go for the 3 pointers."
Elita One has left.
Blitzwing smirks, tromping in with a large basketball in hand.
Divebomb has left.
Blitzwing has left.
From Combat Pit 3, Rampage looks as the huge Autobot strides in. He 
grins and shakes his head then mumbles under his breath, "You're mine."
Salvo rolls his optics. "Not Autobots and Basketball again... Well, at 
least they don't have Air Optimus this time."
From Combat Pit 3, Broadside shrugs it off, and makes a small motion 
towards Springer, grinning.
From Combat Pit 3, Blitzwing points a finger at the red and orange 
flaming bot, cocks it, then 'fires', making a little boom sound effect 
from the side of his mouth.
Swoop sits in the first row looking down at the court.
Tower walks over to Kup, tapping the aging bot on the shoulder as he 
points down to the game "I think they're about to start, there are some 
empty chairs right over here. . ."
From Combat Pit 3, Springer saunters into the area.
Sunflare has left.
From Combat Pit 3, Divebomb smirks, striding onto the court and 
preparing for the game to reocnvene,
Kup glances over, and up, at Tower. "Ahh, yes... of course."

Combat Pit 3
Contents:
Tantrum, Sunflare, Springer, Blitzwing, Divebomb, Elita One, Broadside, 
Rampage, Combat Judge Eidos

Elita One walks onto the court, swinging her arms.
Broadside strides to the center for a new jump ball, looking about.
Rodimus Prime slaps Springer on the arm as he jogs out onto the court. 
"Try not to make too much a fool of yourself," he winks.
Sunflare looks around nervously.
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 9     TEAM 2: 4
Springer chuckles. "With you around, Rod, how can I help myself?"
Rodimus Prime mutters, "Yeah, I'm good at overshadowing other people.."
Springer seems to be quite at ease with the self-depreciating humor when 
it comes to his good friends.
Rampage strides to center court to face off with the huge 
Bot....luckily, Rampage has flight.
Elita One glances over at Rod and Springer. "Not as good as him," she 
says, nodding toward Broadside.
Divebomb steps over alongside Springer and glances levelly at him.
Springer doesn't seem to hear the muttered comment as he moves into 
position. He grins at Elita. "Ready to kick some Con tailpipe, Milady?"
Sunflare steps into position, facing Elita One.
Rampage gets ready to tipoff for team 2
Broadside finds Srpinger, and tracks him, Elita and Rodimus for a 
moment, finally picking one, and setting up for what would appear to be 
a jump.
Elita One nods. She turns to Sunflare. "Hello again."
Blitzwing faces off against Rodimus, only a one foot height difference 
between them.
Broadside gets ready to tipoff for team 1
Springer crouches down low, his knees bent deeply and his hands free at 
his sides...
Rodimus Prime affords Blitzwing a tight glare. Gee, something personal 
there? Nah. It's just a game...
Tantrum walks up to the court..
Rampage stands crouched ready to put all the power he can to his legs 
and outjump the mammoth Bot.
Blitzwing twists his mouth into a horrible, twisted, grinch-like grin...
Sunflare glances around the court nervously.
Blitzwing looks to Tantrum and mumbles, walking off to the sidelines...
Rodimus Prime glares after Blitzwing as he walks out and mutters 
something under his breath.
Divebomb smirks, looking at Rodimus a moment before returning his 
attention to the greenbot.
Springer glances at Rod, a hint of concern in his optics.
Combat Judge Eidos bows to the return players, 'I trust that you all had 
a nice time out and rest. For now Rest is over and the game is on again! 
Good luck to everyone!'
Tantrum walks onto the court, and smiling, walks over to guard Rodimus..
Tantrum mutters to Rodimus Prime, "... soft touch..."
Tantrum whispers "you'll find I don't have the soft touch of 
Razorclaw..."
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 9     TEAM 2: 4
Rodimus Prime affords Tantrum a derisive snort. "No kidding," he replies 
aloud. "I hear precision isn't exactly one of your fortes."
Tantrum glances around the court,
Tantrum shrugs
Springer turns his attention from Rod to the basketball held by the ref.
Sunflare waits. "Isn't this going to start?" she asks to no-one in 
particular.
Combat Judge Eidos takes the basketball.
Combat Judge Eidos says, "Get ready for Tip off."
Tantrum watches the ball
Divebomb glances at the judge, tapping his fingers against the hilt of 
his sword as he waits.
Elita One shrugs slightly. "Here we go." She eyes the ball and Sunflare.
Broadside grunts, and winks over at Springer. "Ready."
Rampage remains motionless, concentrating on the task at hand.
Sunflare tenses.
Rodimus Prime drops to a half-crouch, one optic on Tantrum, the other 
peripherally on the ball.
The ref tosses the ball into the air, and Broadside and Rampage both 
leap for it...
Broadside tips the ball towards Springer!
Broadside grins, and instead of jumping shouts out, "Springer, now!" As 
the green triple breaks for the goal, Broadside volleyball spikes the 
ball towards Springer a good ten feet above Divebomb's head, laughing, 
"Alley OOP!"
Tantrum curses and immediately begins to cover Rodimus..
Rodimus Prime breaks and bolts downcourt opposite Springer's rush, flat-
out trying to outrun Tantrum.
Divebomb leaps up, high, as the ball sails over his head, reaching up an 
arm to grab at it.
Combat Judge Eidos sits back into his seat and watches the game, 'I hope 
this is a short match, I've got a pot roast in the oven.' He mumbles to 
one of the judge helpers.
Divebomb blocks the ball from Rampage!
Elita One runs downcourt alongside Springer, with Sunflare in pursuit no 
doubt.
Rampage backpedals and curses under his breath, "That won't happen 
again." He bears down at the three point line and awaits the large 
Autobot.
Tantrum harries Rodimus with waving arms..
Springer takes the basketball.
Divebomb tries to block the ball from Springer, but misses.
Sunflare chases after Elita, though she's not sure what to do if she 
catches up.
Springer launches himself into the air after the ball tipped to him. He 
grabs it, swinging in midair and launching the ball straight for the 
basket!
Broadside whews as he put just enough height on the ball, "Come on, 
Springer!"
Rodimus Prime ducks and swerves around Tantrum's side, one arm flung out 
to ward off any waving limbs to the face.
Springer takes a 3-point shot at the basket...
The ball hits the rim and goes in!
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 12     TEAM 2: 4
Sunflare arghs!
Elita One says, "Yes!"
Tantrum twitches..
Broadside jumps up, "Damn skippy!" he cheers, and throws a thumbsup at 
his brother. "Told ya it would work!"
Rampage turns and shakes his head as the ball drops in, "Unbelievable."
Elita One says, "Excellent, Springer."
Rodimus Prime pumps a fist in the air, swinging around to backpedal to 
the other side of the court, keeping relative position with Tantrum this 
time as he waits for the Decepticons to retrieve the rebound.
Tantrum growls something about Springers' creatoers and cleaning droids, 
as he walks back to his end..
Divebomb frowns as Springer makes a basket, and begins backpedalling to 
prepare for the throw in.
Springer launds on the ground, a grin from the rush on his face. 
"Alright!!!"
Broadside goes to block Rampage, having yet to leave the half court 
line, grinning at the morale boosting shot.
Springer sticks himself as guard on Divebomb...
Rampage takes the basketball.
Broadside waves his hands around Rampage, putting on a full court press.
Divebomb takes a quick hop to the side of Springer as Rampage prepares 
to toss the ball.
Rampage steps to the baseline and surveys the court. He snaps a quick 
bounce pass to Divebomb.
Springer lunges in front of Divebomb, trying to block the ball.
Springer blocks the ball from Rampage!
Tantrum lurches right and left to throw off Rod..
Elita One stays on Sunflare.
Sunflare tries to see if she has a chance to help out her team.
Rampage steps out from the baseline and bumps up against Broadside to 
stop him from gaining position.
Rodimus Prime flanks Tantrum with his back half-turned, keeping a slight 
distance so he can remain close to the Predacon's shadow without 
overcorrecting.
Broadside jerks as Springer gets the steal and starts working up under 
the goal, trying to give Springer someone close to throw it to.
Divebomb grs as the pass is blocked, quickly leaping forward again. He 
puts on a burst of speed and thrusts out an arm to snatch at the ball
Springer taps the ball away from Divebomb and starts dribbling it down 
the court. He glances at his teammates, looking for an open person...
Divebomb steals the ball from Springer!
Rampage pulls out from behind the large Autobot and breaks into a dead 
sprint up the court.
Sunflare hoorays!
Tantrum turns towards Ro and tries to keep him occupied, waving his 
arms..
Springer almost curses as Divebomb grabs the ball and doesn't lunge in 
time to try to resteal it. He almost trips over his own feet attempting 
it, but he's in the wrong position with the wrong momentum.
Broadside follows Rampage closely, able to keep up with his long, easy 
strides.
Divebomb quickly spins around, wings making a broad sweeping motion as 
he begins dribbling downcourt.
Springer manages to spin on his heels and starts chasing Divebomb down 
the court.
Tantrum suddenly breaks and runs downcourt with Dive, determined to keep 
the Autobots away..
Rodimus Prime starts after Springer, then changes course abruptly, 
overbalancing and keeping his feet by luck alone, spinning to charge 
after Tantrum.
Divebomb uses small bursts from his thrusters to increase his stride, 
glancing aside at Tantrum.
Rampage suts back quickly around Broadside and makes a cut into the 
paint towards the basket.
Sunflare dashes around Elita, trying to keep her busy.
Elita One runs downcourt, trying to keep Sunflare away from the ball.
Tantrum tries cutting in his flight thrusters to propel his bulky frame 
as fast as Divebombs running..
Springer starts doing his horizontal "springs" which give him a pretty 
good momentum as he bounds down on Divebomb's heels
Divebomb stops right inside the three point line, faking a pass to 
Tantrum before he shoots at the hoop.
Rampage has partially disconnected.
Tantrum looks over his shoulder and skids to an abrupt halt right in 
front of Springer, who will have to avoid a colision to get past..
Rampage stops in the paint and tries to gain as much position as 
possible for the rebound.
Tantrum fakes an elbow at springer's torso..
Rodimus Prime falls behind Tantrum, shouting a warning up ahead as he 
swings sideways instead, hoping to at least free himself for a rebound.
Broadside stays with Rampage, trying to keep him from having a chance at 
an offensive board.
Tantrum snorts, "shoot, brother!"
Elita One is busy with Sunflare, trying to outblock each other, and get 
in place for the rebound.
Rampage continues to battle under the basket, trying to undercut the 
mammoth Bot and stop a rebound attempt.
Springer lunges for the ball as Dive comes to a halt. He swings a hand 
towards it, trying to steal.
Springer tries to steal the ball from Divebomb, but misses.
Springer oompfs as Divebomb manages to keep the ball away from him... 
*for once*.
Divebomb ducks aside as Springer jumps at him, snapping off a shot.
Rampage yells, "Open shot, take it!!"
Divebomb takes a shot at the basket...
The ball rolls around the rim for a few moments, then suddenly falls 
away!
Elita One tries to steal the ball from Divebomb, but misses.
Tantrum surges forward for the rebound..
Broadside jumps up quickly to try to snag the rebound as it comes down.
Tantrum steals the ball from Divebomb!
Rampage leaps for the ball.
Elita One lunges for the rebound but it gets away from her.
Rampage yells, "Slam it, Tant!"
Tantrum waves the ball, pivots and looks ready to jump..
Springer spins around, looking for the ball. He sees Tantrum grab in and 
springs for the basket.
Broadside just barely misses, but contines to move forward, trying to 
block Tantrum's shot.
Broadside blocks the ball from Tantrum!
Springer launches himself in the air....
Divebomb shuffles aside, trying to keep between Springer and Tantrum.
Sunflare dances around in front of Elita, trying to block her.
Springer misses his block as Broadside deflects the ball due to sheer 
size.
Rodimus Prime tenses to move, but elects to hang back out of the chaos 
under the net for now, circling edgily in case the ball bounces loose.
Elita One sees Broadside with the ball and starts back down court.
Broadside one hands the ball away, and tries to fling it towards a flash 
yellow flames he saw.
Divebomb begins hopping backwards again, backing nearly into Springer as 
he covers him.
Rampage begins to swarm the Bot, infuriated, trying to steal the ball.
Rampage steals the ball from Broadside!
Tantrum turns and charges at the huge autobots' broad aft..
Tantrum snorts, "raaggh!"
Sunflare eeps! trying to switch directions and get back to blocking 
Elita...
Springer barely manages to avoid getting knocked over by Divebomb then 
mutters silently when he realizes if he hadn't avoided Dive, he might 
have gotten a free throw.
Rampage sends a quick dish to the charging Tantrum then backs away let 
him work the magic.
Tantrum tries to run to clear court..
Sunflare instead manages to stumble, landing on one knee.
Springer backs up near the Con basket, getting ready to guard it from 
baskets.
Broadside tries to knock the ball away, but can't get low enough quick 
enough.
Rodimus Prime yanks himself sideways, running to cover Tantrum, but it 
looks like the ball will get there before he does.
Divebomb moves along with Springer, all but pasting his wings to the 
greenbot.
Tantrum claps his hands and goes for the catch..
Springer blocks the ball from Rampage!
Tradewind has arrived.
Springer springs in the air, snatching the ball from Rampage's attempted 
shot. He doesn't even bother to land before launching the ball in 
another direction towards Rodimus. "Heads up, Rod!"
Elita One screeches to a halt as Rampage takes possession. "Primus!" She 
turns back down court only to be blocked by Sunflare.
Sunflare stands, shaking her head a bit. Elita's gotten away from her 
cleanly.
Rampage curses and moves back towards half court to defend his end.
Broadside cuts in front of Rampage, moving down court with him.
Divebomb narrows his optics and leaps up after Springer, trying to flip 
over him and rrepeat a maneuver from the first half.
Outsider has arrived.
Tantrum fires his jets and tries to block Rod's catch
Tantrum tries to block the ball from Springer, but misses.
Outsider takes a seat on the sidelines watching the game
Divebomb tries to block the ball from Springer, but misses.
Rodimus Prime throws himself forward in a bounding leap to get within 
Springer's line of sight.
Rampage runs under the basket to attempt to block Rod's open lane as his 
comrades fall one by one.
Springer passes the ball easily to Rodimus Prime.
Broadside takes off with surprising speed down the court.
Tantrum scrambles to his feet, cutting gouges in the court in the 
process..
Tradewind arrives on the sidelines looking hurried and more than 
slightly dismayed as the game's already started. A faint smudge of dirt 
runs along one of her legs, and her optics flicker fretfully. She sits 
down heavily to warm the bench.
Sunflare jogs back to the other end of the court, to start again with 
blocking Elita.
Elita One realizes she is going to run herself ragged this way and 
sticks with teamwork, just concentrating on keeping Sunflare away from 
the ball.
Springer tosses the ball at Rod, hoping the Boss will grab it in time. 
He lands with a whuff and starts springing back down the court, near the 
tail end of the crowd
Rodimus Prime snags the ball out of the air with one hand and drills it 
downcourt, sparing a glance over his shoulder to check Tantrum's 
proximity.
Divebomb fires his thrusters a bit so he can land on his feet, and 
shakes his head, moving a bit in front of Springer.
Tantrum is right on Rod, trying to block anything the 'Bot tries to 
throw..
Tantrum tries to block the ball from Rodimus Prime, but misses.
Broadside says, "Put it up, Rodimus!" the big bot yells as he stops 
suddenly in front of Rampage, trying to cut him off, "Stay here."
Rodimus Prime spins away from Tantrum, blocking his swipe with his back, 
and pivots on one foot, lofting the ball across the court.
Rampage squeezes through the legs of the Bot and makes an all out 
attempt at a block.
Divebomb suddenly sprints forward, heading toward the basket. There's no 
chance of him blocking the shot, but his run puts him in great position 
to grab at a rebound.
Rampage tries to block the ball from Rodimus Prime, but misses.
Rodimus Prime takes a shot at the basket...
The ball looks like it's going to fall away, then goes in!
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 14     TEAM 2: 4
Sunflare gahs!
Rampage misses the block and tumbles to the court, "Damnit!!"
Tantrum calls out to Rampage , "Now."
Outsider shakes his head at the way the con team plays
Springer says, "GO ROD!"
Elita One lets out a quite uncustomary whoop!
Broadside shotguns his arm, even though Rampy got by. "Got shot, 
Rodimus!" he looks towards the bench, and calls quickly for a timeout.
Springer stops, not quite halfway across the court and cheers for his 
Boss.
Divebomb sighs and grabs the ball from the ground, moving quickly out of 
bounds and preparing to throw while the Bots are distracted with 
congratulating Rodimus.
Rodimus Prime closes his upraised hand in a fist, letting out a 
satisfied, "Yes!" as he turns to jog back toward the other side of the 
court.
Rampage moves down the court as quick as possible in the switch hoping 
to catch the Bots off guard.
Broadside says, "Time!"
Tradewind looks at the score and is buoyed by the fact that the team 
hasn't suffered for her lack. She claps quite enthusiastically, her 
smile brightening.
....then he sees this timeout crap. :)
Divebomb scowls as Broadside calls time.
Sunflare huhs?
Elita One turns and, spotting Tradewind, smiles. "Tradewind, you signed 
up for..."
Broadside grunts, and heads over to the bot bench. "Ready to come in and 
play starter?" He notices the dirt, "What happened? You alright?" 
Suddenly, there is a hint of concern to his tone.
Tradewind gets to her feet. "I am so unbelievably *sorry* I'm late..." 
she lowers her voice, almost mumbling. "I had a little... incident."
Rampage stands up but limps to the bench, obviously hurt in his tumble.
Divebomb taps his foot as the Bots converse, "Let's not have this game 
spread out all day..."
Outsider sits on the cons bench looking around
Sunflare spots Rampage. "Is it allowable for me to run a quick scan on 
Rampage?"
Tantrum exchanges looks with Divebomb.
Divebomb nods to Tantrum.
Outsider gets up and joins the others waiting for the bots
Tantrum nods to Dive..
Elita One jogs over across the court. "Indeed not, Divebomb, no sense 
delaying the innevitable." She runs over to Tradewind. "I was covering 
the femme. Have fun, she's fast."
Tradewind shakes her head at Elita One's assessment of her performance, 
but doesn't contradict her. She smiles faintly to the femme commander on 
her way onto the court.
Outsider looks over at prime studying him and his abilities
Rodimus Prime snaps his fingers idly as he waits for time to be called 
in again.
Divebomb glances around, "If you're all finished conversing?"
Springer waits, then, backing up near the Con basket to keep any Cons 
from making any goals.
You say, "I think we're finished."
Tantrum walks over to the Loudmouth Garbage scow, "ready to set sail, 
Bilgeboy?"
Broadside goes over to Tantrum, and grunts. "Sure thing, Elsie."
Outsider moves over to prime looking up at him in aww but with an air of 
confadence
Divebomb smirks toward Rodimus, then grabs the ball in both hands.
Rampage has disconnected.
The @emitted judge blows the whistle, since his puppeteer is idle.
Divebomb, as soon as the whistle is blown, lifts the ball while calling 
out, "Tantrum!"
Tantrum jumps forward, ready to catch..
At the same moment, Divebomb, bounces the ball in a low pass to 
Sunflare.
Outsider snaps his head up at what is going on
Rodimus Prime crowds next to Outsider, shadowing him closely as he 
watches the progress of the ball.
Tradewind is near Sunflare, and tries to intercept the shot to the 
Seeker femme.
Tantrum brings back an elbow to keep Broadside from passing him 
incourt..
Divebomb takes the basketball.
Tradewind tries to block the ball from Divebomb, but misses.
Divebomb passes the ball easily to Sunflare.
Springer waits on the Con side of the court for the Cons to come to him. 
He's patient... Well, partially patient. He keeps bouncing up and down 
on his toes, preparing one of his famous jumps.
Divebomb breaks into the court as soon as he lets the ball go, glancing 
over at Sunflare.
Sunflare blinks for a moment, then starts dribbling the ball (as best 
she can) and heads for the basket.
Tantrum shoots his glare left and right, trying to watch Broadside 
behing him..
Tradewind misses the block and takes off after Sunflare, trying to 
disrupt her journey as much as possible.
Outsider moves down the cort ahead of sunflare
Rodimus Prime flanks Outsider, one hand partially extended to block any 
incoming passes.
Sunflare says, "Dive? What do I do?"
Divebomb rushes forward, calling to the femme, "Pass to Tantrum!:
Broadside suggests, "Give the ball to me!"
Tradewind tries to get alongside Sunflare, dodging her wings as she 
tries to slap the ball out of her grasp.
Tradewind steals the ball from Sunflare!
Divebomb shoots a glare at Broadside, "And ignore the Autobots."
Springer tries something. "Hey, Sunflare! Pass the ball to me!" he calls 
out gamely.
Sunflare oh rights, and tries for the throw.
Broadside laughs as he and Springer both distract Sunflare for Tradewind 
to steal, "Hey, it worked!" he laughs, and reverses, darting up court.
Elita One claps.
Tradewind takes control of the ball, dribbling an awkward turn as she 
starts back towards the Con's basket.
Sunflare oh nos.
Outsider takes off down the curt moving along with prime
Divebomb sidles to the side, moving to guard the basket.
Tantrum runs to keep up with Brodsides' legs..
Sunflare yells, "Hey! Come back here with that!" and runs off after 
TRadewind.
Springer starts heading back to the good side of the court, springing 
along to keep Sunflare away from Tradewind. "Oh, no you don't!" he says 
as he runs interference.
Rodimus Prime lopes after Tradewind, putting on a burst of speed to try 
and outdistance his blocker and keep himself open if she needs to get 
rid of the ball.
Broadside's stride extends into a bound, trying to keep open for 
Tradewind, just in case.
Tradewind clanks along, sounding like a herd of metal elephants.
Tantrum swreves deep into Broadsides path, getting stepped on, over, or 
cutting him off..
Broadside grunts, and using a dexterity of someone not expected of his 
size, cuts around the bull, and picks up an even faster pace.
Divebomb suddenly springs forward as Tradewind nears, using his 
thrusters to help keep his balance as he reaches out toward the femme.
Divebomb steals the ball from Tradewind!
Elita One moves up into the stands with her fellow bots.
Springer instantly backpedals, preparing to move in on Divebomb when he 
comes back into range.
Outsider whoops and takes off down the court following divebomb
Elita One has left.
Broadside grunts and this time plants himself in front of Tantrum to 
block him.
Tantrum take sadvantage of his distance from Broadside, and runs into 
the open..
Divebomb grabs the ball and leaps, up and over Tradewind with a little 
help from his thrusters. As he lands, he takes off, running and 
dribbling toward the basket.
Tradewind turns as the ball is snatched and clanks stoically back the 
way she came.
Rampage has connected.
Springer runs up to alongside of DIvebomb. "Fancy meeting you here," he 
quips as he tries to steal the ball back.
Sunflare skids to a halt, turning as the rest of the players are 
seemingly going back the way they came.
Rodimus Prime calls out, "'sallright, Tradewind -- you'll get the next 
one!"
Springer tries to steal the ball from Divebomb, but misses.
Tantrum runs at Springer trying to keep him off of dive..
Tantrum snorts, "Hello, triplechanger!"
Rampage cheers from the bench, "Take it to the hoop!"
Rodimus Prime charges after Outsider, paralleling Divebomb down the 
court with one optic covetously on the ball.
Divebomb grins, ducking to the side to avoid the snatch, "Why yes it 
is..." He takes one more step and throws it for a three-pointer.
Springer mutters, "...damn..." as he misses his attempted steal and 
nearly runs into Tantrum. He dodges one predacon and increases his pace 
to keep up with the other (Dive)...
Tantrum looks from in front of springer..
Springer cries out in agony, "No!" as he tries desperately to get to 
that ball....
Tradewind chuckles at Rodimus' words, making her way back to guard 
Sunflare, her long-suffering counterpart.
Broadside cuts across as Tantrum takes Springer, and goes at Divebomb.
Tantrum turns to get Springer away, not dodged so easily..
Outsider charges up to the hoop waiting for the rebound if any
Springer blocks the ball from Divebomb!
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 14     TEAM 2: 4
Springer cuts right in front of, and I do mean RIGHT in front of, 
Divebomb, snatching the ball away. He lands, spins and starts driving 
back to halfcourt...
Sunflare is very easy to guard, since she's not doing anything right 
now...
Broadside cuts back, and starts bolting down court.
Outsider growls as the shot dosen't happen and moves back to get infrom 
of prime putting his hands out to cover anything thrown
Divebomb snarls as his shot is blocked, spinning around, "No you -don't-
!" He takes a few long strides after the triple and snatches for the 
ball again.
From his long springing steps, Springer is obviously going to try and 
toss the ball in at the 3 point range right past half court....
Tantrum crouches and fires his thrusters at full burn and arcs across 
the court, landing near the other bucket.., he turns ready for 
Springer's drive..
Divebomb steals the ball from Springer!
Broadside goes in hard, breaking out and then shifts back, running back 
down court.
Springer ACKS! as Divebomb grabs the ball again. His optics narrow. He's 
getting REALLY serious about this little rivalry with Divebomb now.
Tantrum runs at Springer, all humor gone, intent on blocking him, or 
more..
Sunflare looks around in confusion.
Divebomb grins as he snatches the ball back, faking around Springer. He 
keeps green Bot and himself as he quickly sidesteps down the court for 
another shot.
Rodimus Prime jinks backward, ready to run out into open court to assist 
Springer, but dives sideways as Divebomb charges right past him at 
center court. "Hot potato!" he yells with a grin as he tries to smack 
the ball out of his hands in a rush past.
Rodimus Prime tries to steal the ball from Divebomb, but misses.
Tradewind erks, caught halfway between, and goes back towards the 
defense of her own basket.
Outsider dives infront of Prime spoiling any chance as he keeps up with 
the autobot leader.
Divebomb snatches the ball up in both hands, pulling it away from 
Rodimus. He ducks a bit and lets the ball go...
Springer's face is grim. He WANTS that ball back. He moves around to 
grab at the ball again and nearly barrels into Tantrum.
Rodimus Prime stumbles pretty much right over Outsider, lurching 
awkwardly to keep his balance.
Tantrum rushes around and beginds a VERY aggressive block on Springer, 
elbows and sudden stomping bar his way..
Springer backpedals quickly, trying to dodge to the side of Tantrum so 
he can see the ball...
Broadside finds himself alone, and sneaks backwards towards the Con 
goal, and stops at the three point line and waits, quiet. I am a tree, I 
have branches and leaves, pay me no mind.
Divebomb takes a 3-point shot at the basket...
The ball bounces off the backboard!
Tantrum will have none of that, shadowing springer with small bursts of 
thrusters giving him much-needed speed..
Rodimus Prime yells, "Broadside, catch it--!"
Outsider watches the ball but keeping one optic on prime waiting for him 
to move
Divebomb leaps forward as his shot misses, trying to get at the rebound 
before any of the Autobots do.
Springer finally gets frustrated with Tantrum's blocking and springs 
into the air, just to be able to see what's going on. When he sees the 
ball bounce, hope flares in his optics.
Tantrum staggers back as his opponent rises out of reach..
Tantrum snorts, "come back here!"
Tradewind wades into the fray near the Bot basket, not completely sure 
of what's going on.
Sunflare guesses she's supposed to stop Trradewind from trying to 
score...
So Sunflare follows her into the fray.
Tantrum backpedals, trying to anticipate Springers' landing point..
Springer, having jumped up in a straight vertical spring, isn't quite 
that close to the ball, but he tries valiently to grasp for it as it 
passes near him.
Springer tries to steal the ball from Divebomb, but misses.
Divebomb spins and reaches for the ball as Springer misses it.
Divebomb tries to steal the ball from Divebomb, but misses.
Springer frowns as his swipe misses and he lands back in front of 
Tantrum again.
Tradewind is a bit closer and tries too make her own bid for the ball.
Broadside jerks himself into the fray, swatting a hand hard at the 
rebound, and trying to take control.
Tradewind tries to steal the ball from Divebomb, but misses.
Broadside tries to steal the ball from Divebomb, but misses.
Tantrum's optics burn with rage, "playtime over."
Broadside goes back to his original plan, and moves backwards, stopping 
at half court.
Outsider tries to move around Prime shouting "I'm free I'm free!"
Tantrum, with sudden speed puts Springer under a net of moving arms and 
pivoting body..
Springer taunts Tantrum. "What you going to do about it? Run home to 
Papa Galvatron?"
Divebomb glares at Outsider as he leaps for the ball again, "Then go for 
the ball!" Unfortunately, it's all but out of bounds by now...
Tantrum twitches
Divebomb makes a final grab for the ball...
Divebomb tries to steal the ball from Divebomb, but misses.
Tantrum struggles to follow the pathetic "rules" of ythis cowardly human 
game..
Rampage sees the ball going out of bounds and stands to get a better 
view as Dive makes a leap for it. He walks to the scorers table and 
calls out to sub back in.
Springer dodges around Tantrum's arms, trying to figure out who has the 
ball. He makes a smirking face at Tantrum.
..which leaps out of bounds.
Sunflare looks around for where Tradewind went...
Outsider watches the ball as it finally falls out of bounds
Broadside backs up, even further, and soon, he's at the other end of the 
court, and simply louges around the three point line for the inbound 
pass.
Divebomb scowls, stepping over to retrieve the ball, "Time..."
Tantrum looks at Springers back, grinding his teeth..
Outsider looks up at prime and just shrugs
Tantrum has disconnected.
Rampage awaits the arrival of his teammates at the sidelines.
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 14     TEAM 2: 4
Rodimus Prime sighs and rocks back on his heels as the ball is 
retrieved. A faint smirk outlines his expression.
Broadside walks over to the group. "So, what's tricks?" he grins.
Divebomb bounces the ball over to the flame-bearin' Bot as he walks back 
onto the court.
Divebomb passes the ball easily to .
Tradewind moves back, adopting a crouch.
Outsider moves away from prime as he takes postition near him but far 
enough so he can pass
Rodimus Prime takes the basketball.
Brawl has arrived.
Rampage starts onto the court, "Outsider, who is your Bot?"
Divebomb walks over to his brother and Outsider, "I'm taller... I'll 
take Prime."
Outsider looks over at prime and moves his hand in his general direction 
"Prime"
Springer moves to a clear spot as Tantrum abandons him. He looks around 
at where the Cons are and where his other teammates are.
Sunflare says, "I'm sorry, I think it's best I just get out of this..."
Brawl strides down into the court-area. "All right, somebody here needs 
a breather..."
Outsider dosen't look winded at all
Rampage nods, "Outsider, take Springer, you're quicker. Brawl, you want 
broadside or tradewind?
Outsider nods
Combat Judge Eidos curious he sees Brawl enter the pits ad he keeps a 
eye on him while he tries to focus on the game.
Brawl tags hands with Sunflare, replacing her. "I'll take the big ugly 
doofus."
Rodimus Prime catches the ball lightly and spins it in his hands, 
waiting for the Decepticons to sort it out.
Sunflare says, "Whatever."
Outsider smerks "which one?"
Rampage shrugs, "Ok, let's do this."
Brawl says, "The BIG ugly doofus."
Sunflare has left.
Divebomb nods, stepping back and taking position near Rodimus.
Divebomb receives a radio transmission.
Divebomb transmits a message via radio.
Broadside steps back into poistion, and looks ready to have some fun.
Outsider smiles and heads over to Springer smerking "well tripple looks 
like its us...lets see if your as good as you are shiny
Tradewind glances over to where the Cons chat, shifting restlessly in 
her crouch. Her faceplate betrays no emotion.
Brawl runs out onto the court, looking at Broadside, pondering how to 
guard him.
Rampage steps to Tradewind, "Isn't there a femme league for you?" He 
chuckles and takes position for the inbound pass.
Rodimus Prime turns and starts dribbling downcourt at a leisurely pace, 
picking up speed with each stride.
Outsider scoots along with springer keeping easy pace with him
Tantrum crosses his arms on the sidelines..
Springer starts heading down the court, optics on Rod, the ball and his 
"guard".
Brawl tries to nudge inbetween Broadside's legs, ready to fly up and 
snatch the ball if it's a chest-pass, or snatch it on the bounce if it's 
a bounce.
Broadside just laughs at Brawl and starts downcourt, giving Rodimus a 
very high target to toss to.
Combat Judge Eidos looks at the game again then sits back.
Divebomb jogs backwards, keeping pace with Rodimus as he locks his gaze 
on the ball. After a moment of getting used to Rod's rhythm, he angles 
around, coming right in front of him and reaching for the ball.
Broadside lifts his hand and waves it, like an open wide reciever.
Outsider ducks infront of springer holding his arms out intent on not 
letting a ball go threw
Divebomb steals the ball from Rodimus Prime!
Rampage sees the steal and bolts downcourt heading for the baseline.
Brawl tracks Divebomb down court, and reverses his direction, taking to 
the air. "gimme an Alley-oop, divebomb!", he says, flying towards the 
basket.
Broadside cuts back, and goes to defending Brawl, and even lets him get 
some leeway, confident he can get the ball back easily, if Divebomb 
tosses it.
Outsider takes off with the others as he cuts infromt of springer 
smerking
Rodimus Prime turns to block Divebomb with his back, but is a fraction 
of a second too slow. Letting out a muffled curse, he shakes his head 
and cuts his forward momentum sharply, diving backward after Divebomb.
Brawl tracks DB down the line and breaks for midcourt, trailing him 
slightly from across court.
Divebomb snatches the ball away mid-dribble, and quickly spins away, 
rifle and sword flying up from the quick movement. He dribbles twice 
then quickly snaps the ball toward Rampage.
Rampage hits the baseline and cuts for the hoop, apparently unguarded.
Tradewind hurries towards the bot's defensive lines, trailing Rampage.
Brawl moves to set a block for any bots coming down court after Rampy.
Rodimus Prime throws himself in Divebomb's path as he pauses, aiming to 
smack the ball off-course in a teammate's direction.
Tradewind tries to get around Brawl, then. She smiles down at the 
shorter robot as he greets her mid-court. "Hello."
Rodimus Prime blocks the ball from Divebomb!
Broadside cuts back as Divebomb blocks, and runs, quickly, and 
unattendant towards the basket.
Rodimus Prime shouts, "Broadside!" rifling the ball in the tall 'bot's 
direction as he hits the ground from his leap.
Broadside says, "On it, cap!" he responds, and huffs, "Bring it home, 
baby!"
Rampage slowly moves up court, looking for a chance to make a play on 
the ball.
Divebomb stops short as Rodimus intercepts his pass, putting on a burst 
of speed after him.
Brawl lets the bots have their fun and comes back down the con basket, 
waiting underneath the basket and about 5 feet in front of it.
Rodimus Prime passes the ball easily to Broadside.
Rampage picks up the pace into the 4 on 3 and makes an attempt to get 
into rebounding position.
Rodimus Prime hits the ground and rolls on his shoulder, climbing slowly 
to his feet and dusting himself off as he watches the ball arc across 
the court.
Outsider moves down court while watching springer
Broadside drives hard, and fast. No funny 3 point stuff this time, 
though it would expedite the game. Instead, he hits the keys, and leaps, 
high, legs kicing as he goes up, daring anyone to get in his way.
Tradewind advances slightly towards the Con basket from her position at 
half court, watching Broadside make the shot. "C'mon sailor!"
Springer dodges around Outsider's flailing arms and heads for the good 
side of the court. He's ready to catch any rebounds that come off the 
board...
Rampage takes up the challenge and engages his thrusters to try and put 
back the attempt from his position in the lane.
Divebomb spins around and moves toward the hoop, not getting in 
Broadside's way, but getting close enough to catch a rebound.
Rampage tries to block the ball from Broadside, but misses.
Broadside takes a shot at the basket...
The ball rolls around the rim for a few moments, then goes in!
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 16     TEAM 2: 4
Rodimus Prime whoops, "Yeah!"
Broadside slams the ball in, and hangs off the rim, swigging for a 
moment. "Ahhhh, that's the stuff!"
Outsider trucks over to the hoop waiting for a rebound..then seeing it 
goin backpeddels back to the other side
Rampage ponders getting out the guns and making things interesting, but 
instead heads back down court.
Brawl is down about 5 feet in front of the con basket, and waives his 
arms frantically to whomever takes the ball out.
Tradewind jumps gleefully into the air (well, a few feet of the ground, 
but for her that's major airtime). "Yes!"
Divebomb hops forward, snatching the ball. This time, he lets it go 
before a time can me called, blazing a pass across the court to Brawl.
Broadside drops off, and takes up a position in defense. He snags up 
gaurding Rampage. "Find your man!":
Divebomb takes the basketball.
Tradewind looks around for a Con to block.
Divebomb passes the ball easily to Brawl.
Outsider makes it to the end of the court while screaming and flailing 
his arms calling "hey I'm open!"
Rampage yells, "Dunk it, Brawl!"
Divebomb calls out, "Put it in!"
Brawl tracks the ball across the open air towards him. He leaps upwards 
to catch it in mid air, then twists and jams it towards the basket, 
completely unguarded.
Brawl takes a shot at the basket...
The ball almost goes in, but doesn't!
Broadside laughs, "BRICK!"
Outsider dives for the rebound
Brawl groans as his jam slides off the top of the rim. "Well frack..."
Divebomb takes off running, but has a good deal of court to cover...
Outsider tries to steal the ball from Brawl, but misses.
Springer, free from Outsider, starts following Brawl closely, but 
obviously not fast enough. He launches himself for the rebound...
Tantrum puts both hands on his helm.. how could the Cobbaticon miss?
Rampage stays slow, hoping BS will stay with him.
Springer steals the ball from Brawl!
Tradewind tries to shore up the Bots defenses - then again, maybe not... 
noisily she clanks towards the centre line as the ball changes hands 
once more.
Outsider twists his body around and dives into springer intent on not 
letting him have it anymore
Springer snabs the rebound, arcs in a tight curve and starts dribbling 
and driving it towards the bot side. One step, two steps, three steps 
and he's in the air, going for the long shot.....
Brawl takes off down the court again, headed for the Autobot side in a 
fast trot, wondering how indeed he missed..
Divebomb quickly alters his course, running at the green triple and 
leaping, arms outstretched for the ball.
Divebomb steals the ball from Springer!
Brawl skids at mid-court, seeing no one else is following, and finding 
this odd. He turns to see Divebomb with the ball, and sprints back 
towarsds the left side of the three point line.
Broadside catches up to the rest of the group, using a quick burst of 
speed to catch up to Rampage and gaurds.
Divebomb snatches the ball, taking a few long strides to the three point 
line. He nods to Brawl and snaps up a shot.
Springer hits the ground with an audible growl. He spins and chases 
after Divebomb like it's a personal vendetta.
Outsider crouches down waiting for the rebound
Brawl goes towards the net, ready to rebound if there is one.
Rodimus Prime runs after Divebomb from the other side, attempting to 
assist Springer, though he's a bit farther away.
Springer springs into the air, swatting at the ball, hoping it'll go 
vaguely in Broadside's direction...
Springer steals the ball from Divebomb!
Springer swats the ball in Broadside's direction with a triumphant grin 
at Divebomb... 
Brawl waits... and waits... and waits for the rebound, but to no avail. 
He turns once more, befuddled to find Springer with the ball. "Frack!"
Outsider jumps up infront of springer sticking out his chasse to block 
the ball
Brawl sprints down the court, not very quickly, looking to gain a 
defensive position at the top of the Autobot key.
Divebomb isn't about to lose the ball -that- easily. With a short burt 
from his thrusters, he leaps at the ball, snatching at it and, if he 
gets it, tossing it at the basket in one fluid motion.
Divebomb blocks the ball from Springer!
Brawl catches Divebomb out of the corner of his otpic, but is too far 
down court already to do anything but watch.
Springer GAHS and snarls this time. This really IS getting personal.
Outsider lands with a thunk crouched down waiting for the rebound
Headstrong has arrived.
Rodimus Prime swats Springer with a light backhand on the upper arm as 
he jogs past. "Take it easy," he chides.
Tantrum lans close to Headstrong..
Divebomb takes a shot at the basket...
The ball rebounds off the backboard and goes in!
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 16     TEAM 2: 6
Headstrong mutters to Tantrum, "... winnin'?"
Tantrum mutters to Headstrong, "... fast.."
Brawl does a little hula dance at the top of the Autobot key. "YEAH!"
Springer hits the ground and shoots a glare of pure menace in Divebomb's 
direction as he lands the shot. He then snorts at Rodimus's comment, 
trying to wind down.
Headstrong nods slowly in agreement, folding his arms and leaning 
against the wall to watch.
Tantrum shakes his horned head, we're team2
Rampage has frustration in his optics, but is relieved to see a shot 
finally fall. He walks back downcourt knowing what he has to do.
Outsider smiles and takes off down the court
Broadside sighs, and grins, knowing they're still up 10, and starts 
jogging towards halfcourt, letting Rampage keep up for now.
Divebomb lands lightly, lifting both arms as the ball goes in. He ends 
his celebration quickly, flashing a saccharin smile to Springer before 
moving to cover him.
Springer clenches his fists, his face utterly determined. He looks to 
see who is grabbing the ball to inbound it.
Brawl waits for Broadside to get his big aft on this side of the court 
so Brawl can non-guard him.
Rodimus Prime scoops up the ball and chucks it at Springer, loping back 
toward center court.
Broadside ... or vice-versa, Broady keeping up with Rampy.
Outsider waits at the far end for the rest of the players
Brawl plays a zone, basically covering the court from the 3-point line 
back from Springer, keeping the triplechanger in his view at all times.
Rampage takes a position under the basket daring anyone to come near 
him. "Bring it down here, I'll send ya back you sorry excuses for ball 
players!"
Springer turns and starts dribbling and driving right for that 3 point 
line...
Divebomb sticks right by Springer, and, guess what?, he tries to grab 
the ball from his dear green friend.
Brawl comes to meet Springer at the 3-point line. "Ya ain't got no 
skillz, <censored>!", he yells.
Broadside takes a casual pace, keeping up with Rampage, and falls back 
to the three point line, looking across at his brother, as he takes up 
the center of the key.
Springer glances quickly at Broadside and Tradewind as he heads down the 
court, his strides getting longer and longer...
Outsider moves to intercept the green tripple and roars past him 
skicking his hand out intent at getting the ball
Divebomb tries to steal the ball from Springer, but misses.
Outsider steals the ball from Springer!
Rodimus Prime calls back, "Keep talking!" as he picks up the pace to 
interfere with Divebomb... just in time, it seems. His hand entangles 
the Predacon's attempt to steal the ball back.
Springer dribbles the ball away from the Pred this time and right into 
Outsider's hands. "DAMNIT!"
Tradewind follows, not straying too far from the centre line in case the 
ball changes hands.
Brawl shouts, "YEAH!", and drives down the court, inbetween Broadside's 
legs and through, towards their 3-point line. "Take the 3, take the 3!"
Outsider roars down the court and with little or noo oppisition slows 
down for a tactical 3 point
Broadside shakes his head, and jogs backwards, "This is getting 
ridiculous.
Springer reverses course, right on Outsider and playing interference as 
much as he can.
Divebomb glares at Rodimus, spinning around as Outsider gets the ball. 
His wing sweeps rather close to both Rodimus and Springer as he turn, 
"Shoot it!"
Outsider takes a shot at the basket...
The ball looks like it's going to fall away, then goes in!
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 16     TEAM 2: 9
Rampage calls a timeout and motions his team to the sideline.
Tantrum rages and fumes
Tantrum walks up to Rampage..
Outsider moves over to the con bench and sits down resting his survos as 
he listnes in
Brawl jogs over to the bench. "what's up doc, can we rock?", he says, 
all excited and stuff.
Rampage starts, "Tantrum, you're in for me. We're losin', so it's time 
to play for keeps. Take it to them and use the miracle blocking and 
stealing potion for longer arms and higher jumps those dirty Bots have 
gotten ahold of. (in other words, we can make unbelievable plays too)
Divebomb grins as the shot goes in, once again backing to Springer.
Rampage kicks over the bench and takes a seat on the scorers table, 
fuming.
Outsider falls back with a yelp as he lands on his aft
Tantrum walks onto the court, faint wisps of steam drifting behind him..
Headstrong glances over toward Rampage as he takes a seat and then goes 
back to watching the match.
Outsider gets up and moves back onto the court taking postiion next to 
springer
Brawl shakes his head. "how the charr did I miss that jam? It was SO 
right there!"
Tantrum flexes his servoes, and shudders under the weight of his anger..
Broadside stands at half court and waits patiently for the start.
Tantrum walks up to, and regards with passionless optics, Broadside..
Tantrum gets into position..
Rampage stands from the table and walks over to the ref. He sticks a few 
credits in the refs pocket, "Keep it fair ref." He then walks away, not 
waiting for an answer.
Tantrum nods at Divebomb..
Broadside stands up and streches to his full 50 foot height, and adds in 
raising his arms, bringing him up to almost 60 feet.
Brawl prances back out onto the court, taking position up again in the 
middle and a few feet back from the bot 3-point line.
Springer is busy getting ready on the court for the end of time out. 
He's anxious to win this game already.
Divebomb readies for the Bots to toss the ball in again, smirking at 
Trantrum. He steps closer to Springer, accidentally (?) brushing the 
triple with his wing.
Rodimus Prime picks up the ball and lofts it toward Tradewind, jogging 
back toward center court.
Springer glares at Divebomb, clenching a fist. He won't lash out. He 
really won't. No matter how much he wants to shove the arrogant Pred's 
face in the dirt.
Brawl receives a radio transmission from Onslaught.
Divebomb isn't one bit arrogant. He's just enjoying tormenting Springer.
Brawl transmits a message via radio.
Tradewind comes out of her crouch, snagging the ball as it's passed to 
her. She scrambles towards the Con basket, not really dribbling that 
well, but managing to keep hold.
Brawl receives a radio transmission from Onslaught.
Tantrum immediately goes into action, keeping between Broadside and the 
rest of the action..
Brawl guards the three point line, and travels with Tradewind as she 
makes her way down towards him.
Springer tries to keep Divebomb out of the action by guarding him 
closely.
Tantrum glances at Brawl..
Broadside stands in place, letting Tantrum stay put too.
Divebomb keeps up against Springer as he calls to the Combaticon, "After 
the femme!"
Springer says, "Push the envelope, Tradewind.""
Brawl moves directly in front of her and tries to slap the ball out of 
her hands before she can put up a shot.
Tradewind sees Brawl and tries to duck around him. "I don't see any 
envelope!" she shouts in exasperation, finally deciding to take a shot, 
already.
Brawl tries to steal the ball from Tradewind, but misses.
Broadside says, "Shoot now, Tradewind!"
Springer says, "SINK IT!"
Tradewind takes a shot at the basket...
The ball looks like it's going to fall away, then goes in!
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 18     TEAM 2: 9
Broadside says, "Yes!!!!"
Tantrum glares at Brawl..
Springer SPRINGS into the air, jabbing up a fist. "YES! Way to go, 
Gorgeous!"
Outsider has disconnected.
Brawl groans. "How can I guard something THAT big, eh?", he justifies, 
and steps OOB to take the ball.
Springer lands on his feet and makes a "neener" type of expression to 
Divebomb.
Tantrum transmits a message via radio.
Brawl receives a radio transmission.
Broadside shoots a playful glare at Springer, and keeps with Tantrum, at 
half court.
Rodimus Prime calls out, "Nice shot..." trailing off with a LOOK at 
Springer and a smirking shake of his head.
Tradewind passes the ball easily to Brawl.
Brawl takes the basketball.
Brawl stands in back of the baseline, looking for an open man to hit.
Broadside looks like he'll let Tantrum have the ball.
Onslaught has arrived.
Rodimus Prime shadows Divebomb, with a meaningful look in Springer's 
direction. Tempers are getting too frayed.
Brawl looks around for Outsider.
Onslaught stomps down towards the sidelines, looking for someone to whom 
to complain.
Tantrum leaps forward, ready to catch..
Headstrong heads over toward Rampage.
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 18     TEAM 2: 9
Springer harumphs in Rod's direction, almost insulted at the implication 
in that look, but he steps away from Divebomb accordingly.
Brawl fakes towards Divebomb, then dumps it off without looking towards 
tantrum.
Broadside drops suddenly, a coiled serpent as he looks evenly at 
Tantrum, ready to defend.
Divebomb grins semi-triumphantly toward Springer, then, not so oddly, 
moves closer to Springer.
Brawl passes the ball easily to Tantrum.
Onslaught grumbles, trying to spot a judge...
Rodimus Prime moves with him, keeping his body between the two.
Springer eyes Divebomb out of the corner of his optics as he starts 
moving in towards Tantrum.
Brawl comes inbounds and rushes right for Broadside. He doesn't look 
like he's going to stop, even though his 17 ft. tall fram comes up to 
about BS's mid-thigh...
Tantrum grabs the ball, and turns..clipping Broadsides' thigh with his 
shoulder as he thunders past..
Tradewind lurks just beyond the centre line, waiting for Tantrum as he 
comes barrelling her way.
Broadside drops back with Tantrum, and doesn't care about looking for a 
foul, wanting to stop Tantrum.
Tantrum rushes downcourt, running down the Autobot goal like a Train out 
of control..
Broadside thunders after Tantrum, and waits for it...
Divebomb suddenly spins, breaking past both Rod and Springer, as he 
rushes after Tantrum to back him up.
Rampage has disconnected.
Springer starts pounding along the court on the other side of Tantrum 
from Broadside. He throws a quick grin at Broadside...
Tradewind tries to steal the ball from Tantrum as he zooms past...
Tradewind tries to steal the ball from Tantrum, but misses.
Tantrum chugs past the 3-point line and looks ready to dunk..
Brawl looks at BS's foot and gets an idea. He puts on a burst of speed 
and slides as he's right behind BS's leg, then outstretches his hands to 
throw the leg away when it comes to step on him.
Broadside returns the grin at Springer and nods, taking the first shot 
at a block, just as Brawl physically tackles him.
Broadside blocks the ball from Tantrum!
Springer veers away from Tantrum, heading for the basket itself...
Divebomb pounds forward, skirting around Broadside as he watches the 
ball, ready to leap for a rebound.
Tantrum tries to rebound, frantically reaching..
Tantrum steals the ball from Broadside!
Broadside hits the ground hard, and covers the ball with his whole 
frame, curling up until the ref blows the foul this time.
Springer laughs as Broadside blocks and reverses his course. Literally 
running backwards while glancing over his shoulder until he can turn 
around and run forward.
Tantrum ignores Broadside, and goes for the net!
Combat Judge Eidos whistles and yells, "Hey you two watch it out there! 
What's going on?...Oh where are my glasses?"
Broadside says, "Yah, ref, I fouled Brawl."
Tantrum tries for one of those hook shots..
Broadside sounds guilty, and waves his hand, smirking.
Springer stops and STARES at Broadside, trying to figure out what's 
going on.
Tantrum takes a shot at the basket...
The ball rolls around the rim for a few moments, then suddenly falls 
away!
Rodimus Prime cranes his neck from the far end of the court, his pace 
slowing to a jog, then a halt. "What happened..?"
Springer calls out, "Broadside, are you nuts???"
Divebomb hmphs, glaring at Broadside. He motions to Tantrum, "Brawl was 
fouled..."
Tantrum lands heavily, turning towards Broadside..
Broadside mutters to Rodimus Prime, "Brawl... way. I fouled... he's... 
dunk... indication."
Broadside whispers "Brawl got in my way. I fouled him.. he's a horrible 
shot if that dunk was any indication."
Broadside grins wryly, taking the foul, and heading to half court.
Tantrum puts his foot on the ball..
Divebomb steps over to Brawl and leans over. He mutters to Brawl, "... 
to miss,... go for..." 
Rodimus Prime grunts, hiding an unwilling smirk of appreciation under a 
resigned sigh as he takes up his spot in the lineup.
Tantrum glowers..
Springer throws Broadside a Look, trying to figure out what's going on 
in the mind of his triple-changing brother.
Combat Judge Eidos says, "Oh my Well.. then Brawl gets a shot at the 
basket to make up for it. A foul shot."
Springer takes his spot in the lineup.
Broadside winks at Springer, and mouths, "Remeber the dunk? Better 1 
than 2, right?"
Brawl looks at the Judge. "1?! That was a 2 shooter, he kicked the heck 
outta my gut!" Of course, there's no mark, but...
Springer blinks. Then a wide grin splits his face. He nods.
Tantrum lightly kicks the ball over to Brawl..
Broadside stands at half court as the offender. Gee, did he plan this? 
You think.
Combat Judge Eidos says, "Argue with me, and you'll have 0. Gotta roll 
with the punches here.. or in this case.. kicks."
Divebomb nods to Brawl, "Just shoot."
Tantrum transmits a message via radio.
Brawl receives a radio transmission from Tantrum.
Brawl takes the basketball.
Divebomb flexes his knees as Brawl prepares to shoot, edging a bit 
around to the hoop.
Tantrum lines up near the net..
Brawl seizes the ball and steps to the line, waiting for his teammates 
to get their positions in.
Tantrum is ready..
Transmission from Broadside: If he hits, fast break, I think I can hit 
the three.
Broadside transmits a message via radio.
Rodimus Prime crouches, flexing his fingers as he readies himself to 
leap on the ball if it bounces wide.
Brawl bounces the ball once, twice, pauses, flexes, aims, and shoots.
Brawl takes a shot at the basket...
The ball bounces off the backboard!
Divebomb leaps as soon as the ball rebounds, putting a bit of thrust 
into the jump as he grabs at the ball.
Divebomb steals the ball from Brawl!
Tantrum lurches across at Springer, keeping him on the ground..
Onslaught groans from the sidelines, and motions to one of the sideline 
judges, complaining about something.
Divebomb lets the ball back up before he even hits the ground.
Springer gets ready to leap and suddenly gets a face full of Tantrum.
Tradewind moves to defend the Bot's position.
Brawl charges the basket and readies himself to rebound should the ball 
bounce away from Divebomb.
Rodimus Prime leaps at the same moment, punching an arm out before 
Divebomb's face, trying to knock the ball aside.
Rodimus Prime blocks the ball from Divebomb!
Broadside waves his arms wildly, trying to get Rod's attention.
Springer steps back from Tantrum, moving around to Tantrum's right 
(towards the Bot side of the court) to try and see what's going on with 
the ball.
Rodimus Prime tangles rather messily with the Predacon as the ball flies 
wide, and he lands roughly, stumbling with a clatter of metal..
Tantrum curses as he backs from Springer, and turns on Roddy..
Broadside says, "Tradewind, grab it and pass!"
Brawl leaps for the ball before it hits the floor, as he was already 
charging towards the net.
Onslaught frowns, as the judge just ignores his complaints.
Divebomb lets out an annoyed squawk as Rodimus knocks the ball away.
Tantrum tries to grab the wild ball!
Tradewind tries to steal the ball from Rodimus Prime, but misses.
Broadside remains, oddly enough in place, and takes a couple of half 
steps backwards in all actuality.
Tantrum tries to steal the ball from Rodimus Prime, but misses.
Tantrum's arms close on air..
Springer also makes a snatch for it, twisting in the air...
Tradewind tries again
Springer tries to steal the ball from Rodimus Prime, but misses.
Divebomb rolls quickly to his feet with the help of his thrusters. He 
leaps at the ball as well...
Brawl fdives for the ball now as two bots miss.
Brawl tries to steal the ball from Rodimus Prime, but misses.
Springer acks as Tantrum's arms get in his way and make him leap back to 
avoid getting swatted.
Tradewind tries to steal the ball from Rodimus Prime, but misses.
Divebomb tries to steal the ball from Rodimus Prime, but misses.
Ball dribbles out of bounds at Divebomb's miss.
Onslaught sighs, and makes rude gestures towards the Head Judge, waiting 
for a stoppage of play to log his protest.
Rodimus Prime clambers over Divebomb's leg as he scrambles away, lunging 
after the loose ball since no one else seems capable of pinning it 
down... but he falls short an instant late as it rolls out.
Divebomb waves to Headstrong and gestures to the OOB ball.
Combat Judge Eidos is quite buzy with watching the game he dosn't see 
the gestures as he continues to think about his prolly now dry potroat 
in the oven at home knowing his wife prolly burnt it or something by 
now.
Tantrum gets ready for the play..
Headstrong steps to the side of the court, watching the ball itself and 
growling as he notes that the preds.. er cons are still behind.
Tantrum levels a mocking gaze at Springer, mouthing obscenities as he 
does so..
Combat Judge Eidos stands up and gets read for another tip off.
The ref tosses the ball into the air, and Broadside and Rampage both 
leap for it...
Broadside tips the ball towards Springer!
Divebomb glances first at Brawl, then toward his brothers as he readies 
for the tipoff.
Springer moves in position for the tipoff that's been called.
Divebomb gets ready to tipoff for team 2
Rodimus Prime glances at the judge and saunters toward center court, 
facing off across from Divebomb.
Broadside sets up camp at the top of the key, looking to Rodimus and 
grinning. "Hey, if I can do it."
Rodimus Prime gets ready to tipoff for team 1
Tantrum leans in on Springer...
Springer keeps himself loose and focused on the ball, ignoring Tantrum's 
attempts at intimidation.
Headstrong realizes that somehow, he's ended up facing Rodimus.
Combat Judge Eidos nods to everyone and tosses the ball in the air.
Brawl sets up opposite of Rodimus, in back of Divebomb. Not a lack of 
confidence, just... taking care.
The ref tosses the ball into the air, and Rodimus Prime and Divebomb 
both leap for it...
Rodimus Prime tips the ball towards Broadside!
Springer instantly attempts to make sure Tantrum can't lunge for the 
ball.
Headstrong stands there on the court, he's good at that.
Brawl races towards Broadside and begins to guard him roughly, using the 
occasional elbows and swipes at the ball.
Broadside blinks, and grabs the ball, open for a moment as he turns 
towards the goal, making sure he's behind the three, and starts to leap 
for the shot.
Divebomb continues his upward leap as Rodimus tips the ball away, 
isntantly moving toward his favortie greenbot, Springer.
Tantrum jumps in the air in front of Springer, blocking his Blocks..
Tradewind follows the action from a cautious distance.
Headstrong decides he SHOULD do something, whether he wants to or not 
and with a grunt goes after Rod, albeit slowly and not with much 
enthusiasm, glaring at the larger Autobot, and looking confused as to 
what else to do.
Brawl swipes his hand as the ball comes down to dribble, trying to palm 
it away from the 3x bot in front of him.
Brawl steals the ball from Tantrum!
Broadside takes the basketball.
Brawl tries to steal the ball from Broadside, but misses.
Rodimus Prime slides around Headstrong's massive but slow form, trying 
to distance himself.
Springer, getting occupied by TWO Preds, yells out, "Do it, Broad!"
Broadside takes a 3-point shot at the basket...
The ball goes in, nothing but net!
The scoreboard reads:     TEAM 1: 21     TEAM 2: 9
Headstrong hrmpths and move in some vague attempt to follow Rodimus.
Tantrum turns, too late..
Springer doesn't even see the shot, he's too busy trying to fend off 
Divebomb and Tantrum.
Broadside lets out a joyous shout as he hits the ground as the ball 
swishes through.
Headstrong slows to a complete stop, he doesn't have far to go and 
stands there again.
Tradewind looks in disbelief as the shot goes in. "Alright, sailor," she 
crows, "You did it!"
Rodimus Prime lets out a war-whoop. "Yaaah-woo!"
Headstrong growls, "What, that was IT??"
Springer turns to see what all the commotion is about...
Brawl looks -so- dissappointed. "All right... we lost. The olympics are 
over. Let's go home and destroy Iacon before the Bots get back!"
Divebomb spins around, scowling as he sees the ball go in. 
Unfortunately, as he spins, he doesn't take his wing into account. The 
wing smacks into Springer. -Hard.-
Divebomb succeeds in grasping Springer, throwing him off-balance.
Tantrum, twitching as he goes , walks over to the reinforced concrete 
walls of the arena, and slamms his head into it. again. again. 
again....soon there is a dent in the wall where he has been venting..
Broadside just sits on the ground, grinning wildly as he relaxes in the 
middle of the court.
Springer gets SLAMMED onto the ground by something he doesn't even see. 
And it *hurts*
Brawl leaves, liking this idea he has.
Brawl has left.
Combat Judge Eidos says, "Congratulations, Autobots. You had some really 
hard compatition with the Decepticons here. It was a good game."
Headstrong looks around slowly, not noting Divebomb spinning , but 
hearing Springer go down, "Yea! So if the Olympics are over, no more 
playin' nice, right??"
Divebomb doesn't even bother to see what he bumped into. He hovers up 
and transforms. As his wings spread, of course, a slight flash of 
Springer-green paint is visible.
Divebomb's legs bend backwards at the knees as his arms fold into his 
body. His helm closes down over his head, and he spreads his wings 
majestically.
Tradewind runs towards Broadside, nearly bouncing in her excitement. 
"What a shot!"
Tantrum looks up at the crash, a feral grin slahing across his face, 
like a gash in a corpse's belly..
Rolling forward, and re-arranging himself, Tantrum shifts into low gear, 
and his impressive bull mode
Bull trots over to where Divebomb hovers..
Rodimus Prime turns in time to see Divebomb lifting off Springer, and 
with an angry growl, he demands, "What the slag is this, Predacon fair 
play?"
Springer grunts as he carefully gets to his feet, mindful of the painful 
slash on his upper back shoulder he got from somewhere.
Broadside grins at Tradewind as she runs up, and snags her up to place 
on his shoulder, "Hey, you made some good shots, too!"
Eagle glances back at Rodimus, "What are you spouting now?"
Bull snorts, "Gloating"
Headstrong hrms, looking toward the comotion and slowly making his way 
to it, wondering perhaps if he can get in on it.
Tradewind frowns from her new vantage point atop Broadside's shoulder. 
"What happened to Springer?"
Broadside grunts, "Come on, gang, they're gonna be jerks, as usual."
Headstrong shifts and falls forward in Rhino mode, grunting his 
displeasure.
Springer turns around, looking for the culperate. His optics are 
narrowed in extreme anoyance.
Eagle, still basically unaware of the fact he smacked into Springer, 
nods to Rodimus, "In any case, a game well played."
Broadside reaches out, and puts a restraining hand on his smaller 
brother's shoulder. "Game's over, we won. Let's go celebrate."
Bull snorts acrid steam and charges towards where the ball is, trying to 
stomp it flat, all the while snort-grunting about trick balls, and 
sabotage..
Headstrong is too lost to do anything, so stands there, snorting at the 
bots, since that's all he's allowed to do right now, upon some rather 
dire punishment if he doesn't.
Rodimus Prime mmphs, seeing Springer's all right. "Yeah, you too," he 
replies as if by rote rather than really meaning it, asking immediately 
afterward, "You all right, Springer?"
Springer turns towards Tantrum's antics, wondering if it was Tantrum who 
knocked him over. "I'm fine. Who did it?" His voice is tight. He really 
wants to do something about this.
Broadside says, "Don't worry about it, Springer. We've been here. We'll 
get it looked at. Now come on."
Bull gores the Basketball, occupied with it's demise..
Eagle spreads his wings and begins gliding toward the lip of the pit, 
bright line of green paint highly visible on the underside of his wing.
Rodimus Prime clamps his mouth shut and walks over, trying to guide 
Springer tactfully for the exit. "Not important. C'mon, let's get a 
drink or something -- you need to wind down."
Springer catches the glimpse of his paint on Divebomb's wings and almost 
growls. He starts moving forward, ready to leap up at the Predacon to 
teach him a lesson.
Bull snorts, "pit slagging ball.."
Eagle lets his brothers destroy the ball :)
Bull looks over at Dive leaving.. he grunts, "c'mon Headstrong.."
Rhinoceros is just sitting there, staring at Springer.
Rhinoceros stands up and slowly stalks toward Springer, head low.
Bull nudges Rhino, "let's go.."
Springer crouches, his fists clenched...
Broadside reaches down, and sighs, physically lifting up Springer. "Make 
room Tradewind." he complains, and carries the both of them out.
"Come on Springer..." Tradewind entreats from her favorite perch on 
Broadside's shoulder. "Let's not ruin the fun we've been having, 
please?"
Bull snorts, "you don't wanna bite it, tonight..Go""
Springer says, "HEY! Put me down!!!"
Broadside ignores his older brother's rantings as he carries him out, 
"Coming Rodimus?"
Bull watches Springer lift into the air..and nods..
Rhinoceros snorts at Tantrum, "What if I don't wanna go right now?"
Rodimus Prime steps back as Broadside lifts Springer clear out of his 
grip. "Coming," he agrees.
Eagle glances back to his brothers, sweeping a wing forward, "Let's GO."
Broadside has left.
Bull grunts, "then don't"
Tradewind has left.
Springer glares at Divebomb as he is uncermoniously carried out of the 
stadium
Rhinoceros repeats his earlier question, "Is it OVER??"
Bull snorts, "yeah.."
Bull climbs up to the pit rim..
Rhinoceros grunts, "Ok, so now I guess I'm going back to Cybertron."
Bull has left.

Olympic Stadium
Obvious exits:
 West <W> leads to Monacus Highrise Hotel.
 South <S> leads to Last Chance Alley.
 East <E> leads to PGI Office Block.

From Combat Pit 3, Rhinoceros stalks forward after the others, muttering 
to himself about not enough time.
Rhinoceros has arrived.
Springer has arrived.
Springer saunters into the area.
Standing tall, Tantrum changes into robot mode
Caterwaul stretches as he padspads into the area
Longsight waves at rodimus, "Heya rod! It's Roddy roddy piper!!!"
Thrust sneers at Caterwaul.
Springer doesn't bother struggling as Broadside carries him out of the 
arena. "You're never gonna let me live this down, are you Broadside?"
Broadside carries out Springer and Tradewind. Springer he sets down 
after they are some distance away, and he looks like he is starting to 
calm. Tradewind he leaves there as he shakes his head at Springer. 
"Maybe in a million or so years."
Longsight gives rodimus a big thumbs up, "Good game man!"
Eagle has arrived.
Tradewind enjoys her perch on Broadside's shoulder, waving like a 
homecoming queen. She reaches down, trying to pet a disgruntled Springer 
on the head. "Relax..."
Swoop walks over towards the Autobot team and glares a little at 
Divebomb as he enters.
Springer mutters several depreciating comments about Predacons and their 
origins in various scrap heaps arou