The 42nd Gecko Member

Yeah, I mean, if an airstrike can beat a Transformer, even a bad one, then... The Transformers aren't really a threat to the world. Sure, the Transformers may be awesome, but if you can hurt one with an airstrike, then modern military forces will start sending hundreds upon hundreds of aircraft to whack you in the face if you start making a real bid for world domination.

Second Vid: For a transformer whose been at war for so long, he sure does have terrible aim. In a firefight that lasts like, what, 7-8 minutes, he hits three targets?

**Raiden and Blade Wolf - Crew galley, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir** The nearly empty and silent mess hall, only the quiet flipping of pages over the hum of the engines, was about to have its silence slightly disrupted. "I do not see the point in reading a book when I can simply download the contents to my neural network." A robotic tone was heard, as well as the repetitive tack-tack-tack of metal on metal. "Just knowing what's in a novel isn't the purpose. Sure, that's fine for technical manuals and the like, but a good book is an experience, a journey." A deep baritone responded. "... I will try it, then, we have an abundance of time." Blade Wolf and Raiden now visibly entered the room, both coming over to a table adjacent to Blake's. "Speaking of time and reading, do you happen to remember what we supposed to be guarding this ship against? And what parts of the ship? I wasn't paying attention at the briefing." Raiden slid a few books that he was holding onto the table. Neither of them had brought any food. "Raiden, I am an AI. I am incapable of forgetting such data." "Oh, so you weren't paying attention in the first place either." "..." "I'll just call up Dlanor." Raiden put a finger to the side of his head, and his codec began dialing. "Hey, Dlanor, you happen to have a recording of the mission briefing or a document you could send me. I need to review our objectives and mission details." Blade Wolf looked away from Raiden, towards the only other person in the room, Blake. Taking one last glance at Raiden, busy with his call, he padded over to her. "My sensors indicate your bow is heated. I am unsure as to the purpose of this." Blade Wolf's head tilted slightly, and one could almost see the parallel between the murder machine AI, and the canines it was named after in this look of confusion.

Dlanor is in her office, so I don't exactly feel comfortable barging in. I could give her a codec call though. :P

Hah, yup. But I do like being able to actually use the forum, rather than not. :P

Then, in my next post I'll be calling them and asking them about it. And if they have it, spaceship time.

Eh, save that for the epic showdown theme. :P

Well, there's one bio in the characters thread I can't read without "Life Fibers, son" materializing in my mind.

So, I'll give it another 12 hours if anyone wants to use Ultra-Dimension's ship to go grab a dragonball tracker, if we don't have one on hand for the tournament.

Well, considering Mordheim is a slightly jury rigged version of Warhammer, I can see how I got confused. :P Anyway, glad to be on board and yes, Setsuka is very vulnerable, nary bit of armor on her, only relying on regenerative nanobots (my explanation for her multiple wounds and Player Character save.)