Fireblade: Entrapment

[Pee-Dee-3]

Lounging against a lamp-post on the corner, Pee-Dee idly studies the connective wires on Perceptor's light-cannon. The torn tubing inside her abdomen had been pinched off with applied clamps, but she hasn't bothered to cover up the gaping hole in her abdomen yet.

It didn't look too difficult for her to integrate it with her own systems, though she'd have to rewire her left arm some and build a new mounting piece.

Of course, there was the minor problem that she still had no idea what she'd done to the lenses in it, but she'd find that out when she first shot it.

[Nightbeat]

Hmmm? What's this now? Pee-Dee all out by her lonesome? Of course, there's some question as to which Pee-Dee it is... But there's plenty of ways to find that out.

"Looks like they put you through the wringer, sweetheart."

[Pee-Dee-3]

Oh, it's Nightbeat! A good day just got better.

"Tell me about it. Not a lot of people out there who will fire off rockets indoors." Some more fiddling with her shiny new cannon, before she turns a sultry smile on Nightbeat. "Kiss it and make it better?"

[Nightbeat]

Quickly, Nightbeat pulls his gun and his antenna flip forward to gun mode. "Wrong answer, dollface.

He should just shoot her, but banter, particularly with a femme-fatale, is too hardwired into his systems to just let it go at that.

[Pee-Dee-3]

"What are you going to do, lover-boy, shoot me?" She smirks and digs her fingers into a seam in her upper left armor. There's a sound of tearing metal as she opens it up. "If you've got any brains, you should know how well that's going to work."

[Nightbeat]

"Good question," he replies, never lowering his gun. "Of course, I can still do plenty of damage. Sooner or later, I'll hit something important."

[Pee-Dee-3]

"Oh, I think I'll rip your arms off long before you reach that point." She's so nonchalant about saying that, even as she starts pulling wires out of her arm.

There's a soft rustle of metal as one foot slides up the lamp-post, stopping beside her opposite knee. "Besides, you'll never find anything vital if you stand all the way over there."

[Nightbeat]

Damn her, but she's making it hard to concentrate.

"Frankly, my dear," he snaps, "I don't give a damn."

And with that, he opens fire.

[Pee-Dee-3]

When the energy blasts start flying, Perceptor's scope is promptly stuffed into one of her packs. Not getting her shiny new toy damaged, nuh-uh.

Nightbeat's a better shot than her. Always has been, always will be. So most of his initial barrage smashes into her, blackening components and holing armor.

It just doesn't seem to bother her very much.

"You're going to regret that for the rest of your life - both seconds of it."¹ She swings her shield forward, the chromed metal gleaming- and reflecting back any blasts that hit it. Her hand tightens around her truncheon, and she charges.

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1. "Demolition Man"

[Nightbeat]

Nightbeat ceases firing for a minute, dodging out of the way of his own reflected firepower.

He holds up his handgun. "Now see this? This is one of the most powerful handguns known to Transformers. It's got a pretty solid energy charge. Now, you wanna ask yourself... Just where was he aiming?"

Nightbeat had, in fact, been aiming for the lightpole behind her, hoping he could cause it to fall down on top of her.

[Pee-Dee-3]

The lamp-post crashes to the ground behind Pee-Dee, and shards of glass go flying everywhere.

In mid-charge, she brings her toe down on a piece of slippery glass. It slips, throwing her off balance, and she throws her arms wide to keep her balance. Metal screams as her legs splay, and sparks fly as one toe scrapes against the metal sidewalk.

Pee-Dee catches herself with her shield, coming to rest in a crouch, one leg extended out to the side. There's a long scratch of red on the sidewalk where a layer of her metal scraped off, and her truncheon has vanished into subspace.

For a moment, her face is turned downwards behind her shield, then her right arm shifts. Abruptly, peeking out from the side of her shield, is the long barrel of pump-action shotgun.

"Oh, Nightbeat. You don't want to get into a fight with me over who's got the most powerful gun." Pee-Dee lifts her face with a smirk.

[Nightbeat]

"You ain't got the lugnuts for a weapon like that, sweetheart. Why don't you just put it down before you get hurt."

Now, it needs to be noted that Nightbeat is not as stupid as he looks here. An angry opponent is a careless opponent, and he knows how to push the buttons of any Pee-Dee.

[Pee-Dee-3]

"That sexism hardwired into your fragging skull or something?" This is followed by a sawblade-snarl as Pee-Dee slowly stands.

She doesn't fire, though, because even if she's not as smart as Nightbeat, she does know that dropping an Arbitrator shell on him when he's this close will get her slagged too. And that'd just be embarrassing.

[Nightbeat]

He laughs, but keeps his weapons ready. "Depends. You come with that face, or did you have an accident with a broken remote?"

[Pee-Dee-3]

All she has to do to subspace it is let go of her shotgun. Then it's a matter of cycling to a different frequency and grabbing her pistol.

Oh, and try to blast Nightbeat's knee into uselessness.

"Still haven't figured out I don't give a flying rat's hind leg about my appearance," she notes.