Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>34320262
Stay focused

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>34320262
>>Stay focused, you need to get to the surface. (roll 1d100 Courage)

Got to stay focused here.

>>34320573
>>34320701
>Success.

You blink then slam your head into the side of the piping. Static swims across your vision for a moment then clears.

A way up had to be found. No time for old wounds.

The echoes caused by your banging gives you an idea. Tapping the spear against the pipe you let the sounds paint a picture for you.

>Roll 1d100 Perception.

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Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>34320821
Transformer Quest this early? What is this heresy and what have you done with the real telechan4 !!

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>34320821

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>34320821
>>34320898
I'm just got I caught it while it was running. Normally I come in right when a thread is wrapping up.

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>>34320937
Ya, he normally starts at like 11 or 12 est

>>34320898
>>34320910
>>34320937
the joy of spending days doing nothing but being ill has made me stir crazy
>Success.

The spear taps off the walls with a steady rhythm. Vibration move around you, enfolding you in a three dimensional world of varying pitches. Most of the area surrounding you is surrounded by steel but in places you feel the vibrations of pumps and turbines.

You detect a large cavity a dozen meters behind and slightly above you.

Creeping back you move just below the cavity and start to twist. Your bladed fins scratch the pipe as you twist until a nice jagged groove is cut then you peal it away with your teeth.

Chomping through several smaller pipes and cables you find yourself in a room with a large computer tower in the center and a pair of doors leading out. It has a red color of oxidized metal and the computer hums quietly.

Emerging from the pip rust dust sloughs off you like sand.

>Vent your frustration on the area around you.
>Check the area.
>See if you can contact your comrades at all.
>Open the locker you liberated from the shore wall.
>Use one of your nano-repair tubes.
>Other (please specify)

>>34321230
>Open the locker you liberated from the shore wall.

Should probably repair as well.

>>34321230
>Open the locker you liberated from the shore wall.

>>34321230
>>See if you can contact your comrades at all.

>>34321230
>>Open the locker you liberated from the shore wall.

>>34321230
>>Check the area.

>>34321230
>Check the area.
>See if you can contact your comrades at all.

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>>34320977
>pic related
>>34321268
>>34321295
>>34321326
>>34321385
Hissing like a boiler you activate your comm.

"Is anyone there? Can you hear me?"

Static burst through at first. Then:

"...ou Krack...barel..."

Not close enough it seems.

You grumble and growl, slithering about the room in pent up rage.

Remembering the locker you heft it up from behind you. The rust encrusted box looks alright, if filthy.

You place the locker in front of you and examine it. Barely as long as you are wide, it was as thick as your leg. Rubbing some grime off you find a Decepticon insignia on the front.

You pop the locker open and it does so with a squeal and you find most of it is padding.

Your optics narrow.

In the center is a vial with a crystal of red energon inside.

You had seen red energon before. They had samples in the bigger precincts. Never had you seen it in action before.

You almost laugh. Lucky day.

Using one of the nano-repair tubes you let the nanobots move across and into your hull, repairing damage as they go.

>HP 53/72

Much better.

>Examine computer tower.
>Check the exits.
>Pick a door and leave.
>Other (please specify)

>>34321751
>>Examine computer tower.

>>34321751
>>Examine computer tower.

>>34321751
>Examine computer tower.

Also, what's the deal with red energon?

>>34321982
Feels Good Man the Energon.

Boosts strength and speed if refined right... I think

>>34321802
>>34321821
>>34321982
>It makes Transformers Goes Fast.

The area is silent except for the faint whir and hum of machinery.

You examine the computer tower. Nearly twice your robot modes' height it has a smooth outer shell and is almost featureless except for a keyboard jutting from one side.

Your best guess is that it either controls the pumps around here or the structure of the surrounding area.

>Fiddle with the keyboard.
>Eat it, you could use the energon.
>Check out the exits.
>Other (please specify)

>>34322218
>>Eat it, you could use the energon.
what could go wrong?

>>34322218
>Eat it, you could use the energon.
This is the only choice here

>>34322218
>Check out the exits.

>>34322218
>Fiddle with the keyboard.

>>34322218
>Fiddle with the keyboard.

Ooooo shiny

>>34322218
>>Fiddle with the keyboard.

>>34322218
>Fiddle with the keyboard see if there is anything of interest
>If not, then eat it

>>34322326
>>34322404
>>34322417
>>34322459

Creeping up to the keyboard you raise yourself a little with your tentacles. The keyboard looks simple enough but the lack of a screen or anything to identify what it does throws you off.

You mentally shrug. Wouldn't hurt to see if you can make it do something.

You begin tapping away on it with the tips of your tentacles. Lights flash along the tower and you hear several loud whirs and whooshes, gears shift and levers click.

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>34322587

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>34322587
Woo

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>34322587

>>34322598
>Roll 66.

You hear a loud bang and a few clicks. Several seconds later they are followed by a massive crash coming from one of the exits.

Moving to look you see the ceiling has caved in and a number of pipes are pouring rust dust into the room. The room has two levels in it. The level your on, slowly being filled with rust, has a door on the side opposite of you.

A metal stairway leads up to the second level that consists of a walkway that wraps around the room and leads to a door directly above you.

>Leave through the door on your level.
>Leave through the door above you.
>Check out the other exit.
>Eat the computer tower.
>Fiddle with the keyboard some more, that wasn't so bad.
>Other (please specify)

>>34322916
>>Check out the other exit.

>>34322916
>>Leave through the door on your level.

>>34322916
>Eat the computer tower.
Then
>Check out the other exit

>>34322985
>>34323414
The sound of grinding machinery continues to echo throughout the area.

You decide to check out the other exit and crawl through the computer room.

Edging around the hole you tore in the floor and peeking through the door you see a large room with several vats set in the floor. Railing circles the vats and you see they are full of some kind of slurry made of rust and something else.

Unfortunately your chemical testers had long since gone to disrepair.

On the opposite side of the room you see another door. Like all the rooms you had entered in this area the place is lit by soft white lights.

A burst of static comes from your comm. You grumble again.

>Leave through this door.
>Leave through another (which)
>Other (please specify)

>>34323629
>>Leave through this door.

>>34323629
>>Leave through this door.

>>34323668
>>34323678
You move around the vats and head towards the door. The slurry in the vats is still as you pass and the grinding noise recedes as you leave.

The door takes you to a long walkway over pipes of various sizes. The walkway branches off into three other paths. Two lead to doors and the third continues for some distance before entering what looks like a large room.

Crawling along you hear a low humming and... something else.

>Roll 1d100 Perception

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>34324134

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>34324134

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>34324134

>>34324160
>Rolled zero success.

You hear a faint, repetitive banging that seems to come and go. Turning around and scanning the area shows you nothing though. You can not tell where it comes from.

Creeping along you reach the walkways' crossroads.

Another burst of static comes from your comm.

>Take the left path.
>Take the right path.
>Continue forward.
>Other (please specify)

>>34324443
>Continue forward.

>>34324443
>>Take the right path.

>>34324443
> Continue forward

>>34324556
>>34324719
Moving forward across old metal paneling, you pass under dull white lights spaced far enough apart that you cross small patches of darkness. Your tentacles grasp the railing and undulate beneath you.

As you approach the room it appears to be cavernous and almost completely dark. The far wall is beyond your sight but the wall to your left sports a metal walkway with stairs rising from a floor you can't see. An open door pours faint daylight out onto the walkway.

A small piece of metal lands on the ground next to you.

Spinning around there stand a figure standing in the darkness between lights. It leans forward, just enough that you can see that its face is hidden below a hood. It holds a finger up to its face and motions for you to follow it down one of the side paths.

>Call out to it.
>Follow the figure.
>Ignore it and head to the surface.
>Other (please specify)

>>34324962
>Follow the figure.
Break the ice by asking for its name.

>>34324962
>Follow the figure.

>>34324985
>>34325104
"Who's there?" You hiss lightly.

The figure hisses back, though they do it around a finger held urgently in front of their face.

Behind you, down in the darkness, you hear banging.

Deciding to follow the figure you crawl along the walkway. He turns down the right path and runs quietly ahead. You rush to keep up but trying to stay quiet at the same time slows you down.

Exiting the walkways you pass through a small room dominated by a large pipe going from the ceiling to the floor. The next room is another dark one, the right side a large pane of glass that shows dark rust on the other side.

The figure stands in the center of the room. Their hull is hidden under folds of some fabric.

Behind you you hear more banging and the sound of footsteps.

>Ask what's going on.
>Get ready to meet whoever is coming.
>Other (please specify)

>>34325432
>Get ready to meet whoever is coming.

>>34325468
You press yourself up next tot he door, an audio receptor on the noise coming from outside and an optic on the shrouded figure standing in the middle of the room. They still have not moved.

You glare at them as the footsteps get closer. They sound heavy, and it sounds like something heavy is being dragged along behind them. It bangs off the railing as it approaches.

A moment later the steps reach the room the two of you are in and an ugly head pokes through the door. A dented face with a demented grin looks at the shrouded figure, who then nods towards you.

The ugly newcomer sneers at you.

"Fresh scraps." He says, then steps through the doorway revealing a hulking frame and a large hammer held in one hand.

An ambush. Delightful.

>Attack one of them (who)
>Try and get out of there.
>Teleport out.
>Other (please specify)

>>34326009
>>Teleport out.

>>34326009
>Teleport out.

>>34326009
>Teleport out
"Nope"

>>34326009
>Teleport out.
goodby

>>34326050
>>34326054
>>34326100
>>34326125
As the large Transformer moves through the door, swinging his hammer at you as he turns, you teleport out with a -zzap-.

>Energon Reserve-65/171

Appearing on the threshold of the pipe room you hear exclamations and angry yelling coming from behind you as well as a loud crash.

A glance over your shoulder reveals the large ambusher off balance from his swing and blocking the door.

>Attack him from the rear.
>Run to the surface.
>Other (please specify)

>>34326800
>Run to the surface.
Let's just gtfo. If they follow then we eat their face.

>>34326800
>>Attack him from the rear.

>>34326800
>>Run to the surface.

>>34326821
Glaring back at your would be ambushers you then turn away and rush back the way you were going. Reaching the cavernous room you jump down several flights of stairs and into the darkness below.

When you land you make out the silhouettes of a number of other Cybertronians all hiding down in the darkness but you pay them no attention as they recoil from you.

Dashing towards the stairway that spirals up towards daylight you hear two sounds.

The first is another burst of static from your comm, followed by Gyros' voice.

"...o you have a slaggin' commlink if you never use the thing you rust brained..." ...and it kind of goes on like that.

The second thing you hear is the sound of the pair of ambushers reaching the end of the walkway you just left and yelling.

"Get him!"

>Climb up and teleport out.
>Climb up and escape.
>Stand and fight.
>Do one of those and contact Gyro while you are at it.
>Other (please specify)

>>34327410
>Climb up and teleport out.
>Do one of those and contact Gyro while you are at it.

>>34327410
>>Stand and fight.
>>Do one of those and contact Gyro while you are at it.

>>34327410
>Climb up and teleport out.
>Do one of those and contact Gyro while you are at it.

>>34327410
>Climb up and teleport out.
>Do one of those and contact Gyro while you are at it.

>>34327449
>>34327465
>>34327469
>>34327470
Hauling your hull up some steps you activate your comm with a tentacle not occupied with climbing or carrying the Decepticon locker.

"Gyro," You say before a -zzap- brings you up and out the door at the top of the stairs. "Turn the volume down, this thing is too close to my audio receptors for your gripping."

"Kracken you tin-plated jerk where are you?" She asks.

Looking around you find yourself in an alley between some warehouses. The sky is a bright orange and the setting sun castes a long shadow over your dilapidated surroundings.

"Don't know, give me a second."

"You don't know?!"

"Do I ever?"

You hear ranting from the other side of the comm but ignore it as you move to one end of the alley. You come across a dusty road lined with warehouses. One is marked XX-63. You relay this to Gyro.

"XX-93." She repeats, a little calmer than before. "Well the good news is that's pretty close to us. We're over near XXII-22, there's a sky tower here that Copper and Quarry are trying to break into."

>Good, I'm on my way with company.
>Alright you guys do that while I lose some unwanted attention.
>Other (please specify)

>>34328190
>>Alright you guys do that while I lose some unwanted attention.

>>34328190
>Alright you guys do that while I lose some unwanted attention.
Cunning but brutal, not brutal but cunning.

>>34328190
>>Alright you guys do that while I lose some unwanted attention.
Could we perhaps lose them in our stomach?

>>34328190
>Alright you guys do that while I lose some unwanted attention.

>>34328315
>>34328344
>>34328519
"What's in the sky tower?" You ask while scoping out the area for ways to lose your pursuers.

"Well it's still locked, though the door is pretty messed up, so they figure there might still be some supplies in there."

You nod. There was not much to use out here, you could get on top of a warehouse or you could just run for it and loose them among the warehouses.

"Alright you guys do that while I lose some unwanted attention." You say while turning a corner.

"Yeah sure, tell me, was it you who ticked off that... thing that's running amok on the shore right now?"

"Big crab-legged bucket of bolts?"

"Yes."

"Na."

"Kracken..."

"Hey Kracken," you hear Coppers' voice cut in, "Why d'ya always run off t'have all th'fun while ah stay back an' watch the youngins'"

Behind you you hear the sound of angry hobos clamoring out of the warehouse.

"Who says I'm having fun?"

>Get on top of a warehouse and prepare an ambush.
>Run for it, hopefully they don't have fast alt modes.
>Other (please specify)

>>34329064
>>Get on top of a warehouse and prepare an ambush.

I like to think that deep down we are having fun.

>>34329064
>>Get on top of a warehouse and prepare an ambush.
Ambush solves all woes.

>>34329130
>>34329319
Your tentacles propel you across the ground as fast as they can and you quickly round the other side of the warehouse that lies between you and the emerging group.

Climbing up a stack of crates you creep up the side of the rusty roof with your body as flat as it will go, tentacles squirming underneath you.

On the other side, just below, you hear the dispossessed Cybertronians arguing amongst themselves about which way you went.

None of them guess up.

>Rip and Tear
>Drop a stun grenade on them then drop down and tear them apart.
>Transform and hit them with a stun grenade, then open fire.
>Transform and hit them with a stun grenade, then lay into them with the nightstick.
>Other (please specify)

>>34329783
>>Drop a stun grenade on them then drop down and tear them apart.

>>34329783
>Drop a stun grenade on them then drop down and tear them apart.

>>34329846
>>34329849
Sounds good, going with these

>>34329783
>>Drop a stun grenade on them then drop down and tear them apart.

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>>34329846
>>34329849
>>34329887
>>34329947
>Why did I even ask?

A tentacle slithers its way behind your right pectoral fin and opens a small compartment. Out rolls a small oval grenade that is instantly snatched up and primed. Slowly you reach out and hold it above the group below, and drop the grenade.

>Roll 1d100 Dexterity, +1 ranged weapon

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>34330128

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>34330128
WOLOLOLO

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>34330128

>>34330155
>>34330157
>Rolled one success.

The grenade goes off below you in a blinding flash. Small trails of electricity dance along the edge of the roof and the moment they stop you hurl yourself over.

For the second you are in the air you see the group consists of six individuals, including the two who tried to ambush you. All but two other shrouded Transformers are shaking and jittery as the electric pulse runs through their hulls, playing havoc with their nervous systems.

Opening your maw wide, tentacles fanned out around you, you can't help but enjoy the fact that the big one with the hammer is directly below you.

>Roll 1d100 Strength, +3martial arts

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>34330377
CHOMP CHOMP

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>34330377
HAHA TIME FOR THEIR WAILING AND GNASHING OF OUR TEETH

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>34330377

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>34330377

>>34330401
>>34330522
>>34330628
>>34330699
>Rolled 3 successes!

You land directly on top of the big lug nut and sink your teeth into his neck and shoulder. You begin grinding your jaws and rotating your razor sharp teeth. A horrible screeching sound ringing through the alley.

The ugly thug yells inside your maw and you coil your tentacles around his arms, immobilizing the one and swinging the other. The hammer clenched in his fist slams into a Cybertronian who has clamps for hands and a rusted steel chain around his neck. It crumples his chestplate and drops him.

With a snap the big ones' head comes off in your mouth and is torn to shreds.

>Energon Reserve-69/171

His hull collapses and you snarl at the rest of the group.

The pair who avoided the grenade circle around the side. One has a sparking baton in one hand, the other a piece of jagged steel.

>Roll 1d100 Strength, +3martial arts

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>34330949
We need a name for our fighting style. Sharknado?

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>34330949

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>34330949

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>>34330994
>>34331001
>>34331052
Sweet Primus. Can I get the final roll so maybe Kracken doesn't get shanked like a bitch in some alley?

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>34330949
Prepare your anus

>>34331632
...Dammit

>>34331632
....well fuck
red energon anyone

>>34331667
I think it needs to be refined, we can't just munch on it and get results. Well, it'll maybe do SOMETHING but probably nothing good.

>>34331632
I saw a problem and I made it worse.

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>34330949
Relax I got this

>>34330994
>>34331001
>>34331052
>>34331632
>Pffft hahaha.

>>34331690
Normally yes, but I'm ruling that our fuel processor get a, somewhat lesser effect from the raw stuff

---------

The pair lunge forward. The sharp steel wielding individual slashes at you and as you attempt to parry it the others' shock baton scores a hit on the tentacle and sends electricity sparking through your system. You roar in agony. Your tentacles coil around you reflexively and the first vagabond lashes out again. This time the jagged metal slices along your snout and gouges your optic.

You recoil back, electricity arcing along one optic, a long scratch obscuring the other, and snarl.

>HP 38/72
>Perception reduced by 10!

The pair of shrouded Cybertronians advance and you see the other two shaking off the stun grenades' effects.

>Teleport into the warehouse behind you.
>Climb up the warehouse.
>Use the red energon.
>Other (please specify)

>>34332005
I say we juice it

>>34332005
>Use the red energon.

Considering what we are i'm sure nothing abnormal will happen.

>>34332005
>Use the red energon.
Shiny button

>>34332005
>>Use the red energon.
...eh. Might as well try the shiny.

>>34332045
>>34332081
>>34332182
>>34332227

Agony surges through your circuits. The ragged gash across your optic ruining your vision.

Before four vagabond Cybertronians advance. You were too wounded from the long journey from Uraya for this slag.

Creeping back you pop open the compartment just behind your dorsal fin and pull out the vial of red energon.

Placing it in your maw you slice through the glass container and gulp down the crimson shard.

Then the world goes red and the power of a sun surges through your spark chamber.

>Agility raised to 90!
>Energon Reserve-171/171

Your maw stretches open and crimson lightning dances between your teeth. A strangled roar rattles from your throat. The hobos take a step back.

>Energon Reserve-170/171

>RIP AND TEAR
>Leave them all behind.
>Other (please specify)

>>34332468
RIP AND TEAR

>>34332468
>>RIP AND TEAR

>>34332468
> Leave them all behind
Maybe we can get to the others with energy to spare

>>34332468
>RIP AND TEAR OUT THEIR GUTS

>>34332468
>>Leave them all behind.

>>34332468
om nom nom nom

>>34332468

>Your maw stretches open and crimson lightning dances between your teeth.

Badass.

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>>34332665
oh yeah i saw an idea for a melee weapon for kracken in robot mode except have it be on fire and made out of our teetg

>>34332468
>A bunch of hobos are so much of a threat to kraken he has to use a super power-up to beat them

Sadly, this is not surprising.

>>34332763
teeth

>>34332770
dice are fickle at the best of times and merciless at the worst

>>34332487
>>34332542
>>34332610
>>34332665

Red energy arcs from your optics. The damaged ones' lens shatters completely. Your tentacles uncoil and you seem to disappear in a flash.

>Energon Reserve-169/171

Before your disappearance even registers among the hobos you are among them.

>Roll 1d100 Agility, +3 martial arts

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>34332883

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>34332883

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>34332883

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>34332883
It'd be pretty funny if we failed this even after using the power up.

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>34332883

>>34332941
>>34332963
>>34332986
>>34332987
>Rolled 4 successes!

The vagabond with the sharpened metal weapon twitches slightly before he is launched into the air.

>Energon Reserve-168/171

The one with the baton finds his midsection wrapped in a pair of tentacles along with another and then the two are slammed into each other repeatedly. You pick the third up and spin, smashing him off the wall and ground before crashing all three together repeatedly.

You tear limbs from their battered hulls and pieces scatter like shrapnel.

>Energon Reserve-167/171

Tossing them aside you catch the first vagabond and slam him on the ground. Your mouth opens wide and the teeth inside begin rotating at absurd speeds. Sparks fly from your maw and a terrible screeching starts up again.

Then you slowly feed him, feet first, into your mouth. Slow for you at least.

His fingers claw at the ground and leave long gouges. He screams for a couple seconds before being drowned out by the sound of tearing metal.

>Energon Reserve-166/171

You roar a long, distorted roar.

>Hunt.
>Calm down, seek comrades.
>Other (please specify)

>>34333302
>Hunt.
What the hell, maybe we can try and take crab-kun before the power up runs out and kills us

>>34333302
>Calm down, seek comrades

>>34333302
>Hunt.

>>34333302
>>Hunt.
Crab battle!

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>>34333362
>>34333557
>>34333581

Vibrating slightly you raise your tentacles then snap them down and launch yourself into the air. Your tentacles extend to the sides and the tips find nooks and crannies in the alley walls. You surge skyward and practically launch yourself up and over the road between warehouses.

>Energon Reserve-165/171

Dashing across rooftops you search out your target.

There, towards the shore, you see a large, oblong creature prying open a moored ship.
Its legs driven into the metal pier and the vessel, claws tearing into the ships' bowls and raising bits to its mouth.

You skitter across rooftops and leap across roads and alleys. Vision red. Crimson electricity arcing along your teeth and buzzing in your damaged optic.

You close in on the beast, to fast for it to notice.

>Energon Reserve-164/171

>Cut its legs out from under it.
>Find its sensor array and tear it out.
>Other (please specify)

>>34333982
>>Find its sensor array and tear it out.

>>34333982
>>Find its sensor array and tear it out.

>>34333982
>Find its sensor array and tear it out.

Eyeballs are delicious

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>>34333982
>Find its sensor array and tear it out.

So we're using a berserker powerup?

>>34334027
>>34334049
>>34334090
>>34334183

Hurling your hull through the air you swing from a loading crane and fling yourself at its back. A tippity-tapping sound rings out as you skitter across its hull like an arachnid ad advance towards the front of the monster.

You hop up onto a large protrusion on its back and gaze out. you see several periscope-like devices emerging just above wear the mouth gapes wide.

One turns and sees you.

You snarl and charge.

>Roll 1d100 Agility, +3 martial arts

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>34334371

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>34334371

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>34334371

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>34334371

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>34334371

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>34334371
CHOMP CHOMP

>>34334421
>>34334431
>>34334492
>>34334514
>Roll 4 success!

Crashing into the periscope you bend one right over and tear another out with your teeth. Another two you yank out along with the wires connecting them.

A low wail shakes the beast and it lurches sideways, falling into the Rust Sea.

A loud splashing crash rocks your audio receptors. Fine rust engulfs you. Your tentacles scrabble to maintain your grip.

>Roll 1d100 Agility +3 martial arts

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>34334687

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>34334687

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>34334687

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>34334687
THERE IS ONLY ROOM FOR ONE RULER OF THE SEA!

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>34334687

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>34334687
THIS ISNT EVEN OUR FINAL FUCKING FORM THO

>>34334720
>>34334727
>>34334757
>>34334761
>Roll 4 success!

Your tentacles hook into the holes left by the periscopes, wrap another pair around the remaining sensor and ride out the turbulence. You whip one way then another, your grip constantly switching to best keep you from being sent tumbling through the depths.

Rust rushes around you.

Once the ride gets less rough you haul yourself closer then dig your tentacles into the empty sockets.

Another roar rumbles in your gullet.

>Roll 1d100 Agility, +3 martial arts

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>34334906

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>34334906
YOU STUPID FUCKING CRAB

>>34334906

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>34334906

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>34334906

>>34334925
>>34334931
>>34335008
>>34335019

>Energon Reserve-160/171

Your tentacles begin prying out machinery from the sockets. Wires, cables, cogs and transistors. Your teeth cut into the hull around the socket and you dig right into the beasts' face.

The wailing continues, vibrating the rust around you.

Digging in, devouring the innards of its face, you feel something swell within your hull. A heat seems to infuse your entire being.

>Energon Reserve-159/171

>Roll 1d100 Endurance

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>34335139
Goddamn fucking eye lasers.

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>34335139
Dammit we shouldn't be fucking around here.

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>34335139
Pfffft Eye Lazers

>>34335139
>>Roll 1d100 Endurance

Only one roll for endurance.

Though we should totally get a skill 'gullet eye laser resistance'

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>34335241
Woops.

Goddamn telechan, you've been running this for over 12 hours.

>>34335147
>Roll zero success.

The heat intensifies. Your innards seem to roil.

The force inside swells and you vomit a raw, plasma like substance directly into the creatures insides. White hot, liquid steel and raw energy burns deep into the creature, sending it into a flurry of spasms and twists.

>Energon Reserve-129/171

The entire creature thrashes. You find yourself rattling around inside its hull.

>Roll 1d100 Agility, +3 martial arts

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>34335303

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>34335303
I'm guessing we're going to feel that once the energon wears off.

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>34335303
We not finished yet you dumbass crab

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>34335303

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>34335303

>>34335303
And here's the character development for why kraken wants fire breathing in his flight alt mode.

>>34335319
>>34335333
>>34335361
>>34335368
>Roll 3 successes.

Jumbling around as you are, there is a good chance of being thrown into your dinner.

You hook your tentacles back through the sockets and pull yourself out. The rust is slowing you down but only marginally.

You crawl across the beast too fast for the harpoons firing at where it feels you on its hull. You even manage to tear one out.

Then your sensors detect the rapidly oncoming wall of the shore line. The beast was trying to crush you.

>Roll 1d100 Agility, +3 martial arts

>>34335470
I thought Kracken would be more like
>Damn this a tasty ass crab
>Shit I gottah Burp
>{Hot Plasma Intensifies}
>Da fuck?

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>34335533
This is one persistent SOB

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>34335533

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>34335533

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>34335533

>>34335540
He was, but afterwards he went
>Damn, breathing fire into its innards was pretty sweet.

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>34335533
This goddamn crab...

>>34335558
We haven't even seen its robot form yet.

>>34335625
Doesn't Matter when facing the Kracken in the end nothing matters. All is reduced to energon.

Unless your some type of heavily armored deciptifuck dropship in which case
NOPE NOPE NOPEE NOPE NOPE NOPE

>>34335678
Yeah, I don't see us trying teleport assaults on flying fortresses anytime soon.

Poor Pins.

>>34335558
>>34335569
>>34335576
>>34335592
>Roll 4 success!

>Energon Reserve-128/171

Skittering over the creatures hull you climb onto its belly just as it slams into the wall. The whole creature shakes as thunderous vibrations shake you.

You find nooks and crannies to sink your tentacles in on its underside. Your grip shifts and in an effort to hang on you sink your teeth into one of its leg joints.

>Energon Reserve-127/171

You tear out a piece then sink your teeth in again and wrap your tentacles around the appendage and hold tight.

>Roll 1d100 Agility, +3 martial arts

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>34335898

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>34335898

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>34335898

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>34335898

>>34335921
>>34335932
>>34336016
>>34336050
>Roll 4 success!

Tearing another piece of the leg your sensors detect movement. You hurl yourself to the side and one of its big claw like manipulators snips the area you were just gnawing on, taking the leg with it.

You swim around its flailing limbs, dodging and weaving. Boiling steel leaks from your mouth.

>Energon Reserve-126/171

The beast was in its death throes, but still dangerous. A dark sludge seems to be oozing out of its wounds, staining the brown/red surroundings dark black. Down here though, it was all dark.

>Dismember it.
>Go for the face again.
>Dig into its underside.
>Leave it to die.
>Other (please specify)

>>34336200
>>Dig into its underside.
It has huge guts

>>34336200
>>Dismember it.
Take no chances.

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>>34336200
>Dig into its underside.

I can taste the Xp.

IT. TASTES. LIKE GIANT. ENEMY. CCCRRRRRAAAAABBBB

I'd imagine people are starting to get real tired of our shit we get sidetracked by rage a hilariously ridiculous amount of times

>"Kracken where the fuck were you?!? What wss it this time? Giant Killer Bees?"
>"Giant Enemy Crab."
>...
>Getting real tired of your shit Kracken"

>>34336228
>>34336261

You loop up then arc down towards its exposed underside

You spiral as you descend, weaving between flailing limbs that move far to slow to hit you.

>Energon Reserve-125/171

You slam into its gut, maw open and teeth revving, your tentacles searching for holds to press you against the universal weak spot.

>Roll 1d100 Agility, +3 martial arts

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>34336465

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>34336465

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>34336465

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>34336465

>>34336483
>>34336596
>>34336599
>>34336614
>Roll 4 successes!

You chomp down into its underside. Tentacles straining to push you deeper as razor sharp teeth tear and grind into its armour. Aided by white hot metal and glowing red plasma you bore your way into its innards.

>Energon Reserve-124/171

Cables and intricate machinery are torn apart and consumed as you gorge yourself on your prey. You tear your way into its stomach and find yourself covered in a slurry of various materials.

>Devour it from the inside out.
>Seek its power source and end it.
>Other (please specify)

>>34336756
>Seek its power source and end it.

Eating its heart will grant us strength!

>>34336756
>Seek its power source and end it.

>>34336756
>>Seek its power source and end it.

>>34336792
>>34336802
>>34336907
Nosing your way through the mix of well chewed material you press your snout against the beasts' stomach wall. Attempting to detect a power signature stronger than the ambient power cables is somewhat difficult, until you decide to follow a particularly powerful cable back to its source.

You edge along the wall, pushing bits of shipyard and deep sea refuse about in the rust sludge.

>Roll 1d100 Perception, +3 Tracking

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>34337036

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>34337036

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>34337036

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>34337036

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>34337036

>>34337041
>>34337072
>>34337081
>>34337091
>Rolled 3 successes!

You follow a trail of energy until you reach a spot just of the side of the creatures' esophagus.

Luckily it is fairly close to where you tore your way in originally.

You move par of the way out of the wound of the still thrashing beast and slip between its armour plating and internal mechanisms. The few bits of machinery are fairly soft and require little effort to rip through.

>Energon Reserve-123/171

You come across another power cable and it leads right back where the first one did.

Before you is a large box, nearly twice your size and made of an exceptionally hard material. A number of cables and wires hook into it.

>Roll 1d100 Agility, +3 martial arts

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>34337267

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>34337267
if nothing else, we can rip out all the connecting cables.

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>34337267

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>34337267

>>34337304
>>34337312
>>34337347
>>34337363
>Rolled 3 success!

Your teeth begin to spin and whir again. The spinning blades lining your maw emit sparks from their raw speed, moving through the rust dust making a terrible noise.

You sink your moving teeth into the outer shell of the core and the sparks create a veritable blaze. The heat from the friction is enormous.

After a few seconds, the shell gives way.

>Energon Reserve-122/171

Inside you find a brilliant light. The reactor within the beast pours energy from its wound, out into its hull and your waiting maw.

Once again you feel heat boiling within yourself, threatening to explode.

>Roll 1d100 Endurance.

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>34337654
Oh boy

>>34337672
based anon. We actually passed an endurance check.

>>34337672
Haha! We passed!

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>>34337672
>Rolled 1 success!

The energy and matter roiling in your gullet threatens to spill out, burn you from within, explode.

You allow none of it.

As the plasma surges you focus it and force it to erupt as a brilliant red beam. It lances through the beasts heart, right through its inner mechanisms and its tough outer armour. The beam carries on for some distance before dissipating amongst the dust.

>Energon Reserve-97/171

The creature shudders once, then goes very still.

You slither out of its hull and spin through the rust. Below you the beast drifts ever lower.

You zip up towards the shore, rocketing from the dusty sea and land on the pier in a crouch.

Rumbling in joy, you transform.

"Always the life of the party, aren't you brother." A voice says. You look up and see the robust form of Cetus standing on the shore.

His arms are crossed before him, and a dark, wedge shaped ship rests in the sky above.

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Thus ends Transformers Quest 13

Sweet Primus we went what? 16 hours. Wooo.

Questions, concerning, comments all welcome. Don't know how coherent I'll be in a bit, I really have to start in on this booze now.

>>34337839
Goddamn gunship-kuns.

>>34337839
Yeah, you kinda went crazy with this episode. It was fun, though.

>>34337839
Thanks for the crazy ride and can't wait until next time.

I get the feeling trouble just follows us everywhere.

>>34337877
>>34337903
>>34337930
Thanks for joining me!

Red energon is a hell of a drug.

>>34337839
On a scale of 1 to 10 how boned are we now that Cetus has showed up?

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>>34338075
Could be anywhere from 5-9. Dude is rocking the brooding enigma, emissary of destruction dealie.

Also we still have more than half a tank of red energon to enjoy.

Have a picture of the visual inspiration for Copper that i finally remembered to find.