#cobrastriker

[thecharcoalalchemist]

Officially deciding to put a few of my RP blogs on hiatus:

Pacific Rim hasn't been the same since the other Jaeger blogs went quiet

Star Trek has gone nowhere with so few TNGers to interact with

Sonic just plain isn't going anywhere lately

My G1 Transformers account is still undergoing revisions

And nobody seems to want to RP at all with my general TF mercenary band T_T

There are a few smaller fandoms I want to try getting my feet wet in, so I think I'm going to officially mark the above blogs as "On Hiatus", at the very least, while I test that out. I don't want to delete them - I put a lot of work into setting them up! - but they're not going anywhere, and it's about time I label them as such. T_T Maybe, with some luck, I can revive them later...

[friendshipstates]

Bragigas Prompt (cobra-striker)

Gentaro’s already getting in contact with someone who can help. “XVII! Can you move it?”

There’s silence for a moment, as he waits for a response from space. Finally, the orbital platform he befriended responds “I can. Just enough to avoid Earth, but it will continue to be dangerous on the next pass. I would need a source of gravity strong enough to pull it away from Earth and the Moon. I will attempt to reprogram my Graviton Beam. In the meantime, I suggest getting the planetary defense shield up.”

"Wait, we have one of those?" Gentaro asks.

"Yes. It is activated on Easter Island." XVII falls silent as he attempts to move the massive space rock.

"Tacit, is there a base near Easter Island? Maybe your friends can activate the shield." Gentaro asks.

[cobra-striker-deactivated201406]

"The shatterdome nearest to that location would be Lima." Tacit replied quickly. "It was officially closed some time ago, but unofficially, there’s still at least one Jaeger there." Already, the mech was opening a long-unused comm channel, hoping the Jaeger assigned to it was at least awake. "Solar? It’s Tacit, I-yes-wait-I’m sorry, friend, we’ll have to catch up later. We have an emergency on hand. I need you to go to Easter Island."

"No, we don’t have time to explain to the Marshal." Tacit had to interrupt a confused inquiry. I’ll handle that when this is over. Just get moving, and tell me when you’ve arrived."

[friendshipstates]

"Well, we've got ten hours left before it gets close enough to be a real threat." He looks out over the city, noting occasional explosions on the horizon.

"Looks like the local supervillains are trying to speed up their actions. How about we split the work? I'll fight on the street level, and you fight any giant monster that roam about. Sound good?"

[cybertronianwyvern]

Titans

Jackjaw curled her tail around her frame as she pulled every limb closer. This damp chill ate right through her plating; she'd much rather be in the dry arctic than this stormy mess. The femme could feel her core humming as it worked to keep her warm. Perhaps it would have been best to just abandon her investigation in favor of the warmth of a den... but when human masses got riled up over something it was worth bearing the chill. 

Her optics scanned over the waters below in search of whatever had the organic on edge... but saw nothing in the darkness. Perhaps it was time to take a dive. The femme rose up and scooted as close to the edge of her perch as possible. Below the waters were dark and churning, as if they too were disturbed by something from below. 

For a brief moment she hesitated. She was in the territories of the Jaegers. They were around to fight some sort of monsters that even they struggled with. So to jump into the waters might mean exposing herself to offlining by whatever was lurking. Was it worth getting killed? Before she could dwell on it any longer, the low thrum of approaching helicopters came to her attention. She stared up at their lights for only a short time before deciding to take a risk to avoid detection. 

Jackjaw tipped over the edge of her perch and dove into the dark waters. Upon submersion she opened her wings and began her swim, flipping through visual sensors until reaching the perfect one for diving. Time to watch the show.

[riptide-red]

Bloody Mess (( if you don't mind?))

((did this without the m!a and of course I don’t mind c: ))

Crimson slipped back into the Shatterdome as quietly as a 250 foot battle mech could manage. He knew he shouldn’t sneak out like that, but they hadn’t had a Kaiju alert for weeks, and he hadn’t been gone for too long. He could have sworn that he had closed the hangar door behind him, though…

He felt something slick underneath one of his pedes, and looked down to see a horrifically long streak of oil on the ground. It looked like some Jaeger had been dragged out… or in?

He followed the trail of fluids deeper into the hangar, concern mounting with every step. Someone was heavily damaged. Had there been an attack while he was away? Surely he would have noticed… he had only gone a little ways into the bay…

Rounding a corner, Crimson finally located the source of the fluids. Tacit was crumpled on the ground, having apparently dragged himself out of the water and into the Dome. He hadn’t quite made it to the repair bay- and it was clear that that was where he had been headed. He had suffered horrible damage to the side of his head and his chest and legs, oil and coolant still dripping from his chassis.

Crimson knelt down next to the wrecked Jaeger. He had gone offline, but his systems were still functioning. He hooked his arms around the Mark 1 and lifted him into the air, careful of the crumpled metal that had been the mech’s chest. He started jogging towards the repair bay.

"Hold on, Tacit. You’re almost there…"

[chernoalpha-aleksis]

//Ideas Rangers/Jaegers? I'm all ears.

[riptide-red]

cobra-striker started following you

Hello, Tacit. Looks like they made secondary models of you too? Or... Something.