Nightbeat
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Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
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Post by Nightbeat on May 12, 2008 22:54:39 GMT -5
Nightbeat grunts as he tries to sidestep the blast, taking the shot in his lower leg instead of his kneecap. Painful, but not as bad as losing a joint.
"Then you ain't much of a chick, eh?" he taunts, as he returns fire with his handgun.
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Pee-Dee-3
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"I know his name."
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Post by Pee-Dee-3 on May 13, 2008 15:44:19 GMT -5
"Like you even know what being a woman means!" She throws back at him, throwing herself to the side behind her shield. A few more hits and she's going to-
-Drop limbs in a forced reboot and reroute. "Slag."
Her optics go dark as she collapses into pieces.
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Nightbeat
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Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
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Post by Nightbeat on May 13, 2008 20:31:56 GMT -5
It's too much to hope that he killed her. Junkions, based on his observation, don't die quite that easily.
He heads over to her down form, prodding her with his foot.
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Pee-Dee-3
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Post by Pee-Dee-3 on May 13, 2008 20:42:48 GMT -5
Too many energy blasts make Junkions explode into pieces. Then they put themselves back together on the fly. Pee-Dee has a slightly higher threshold point than others, but in this case, she just forced herself to keep going past when reassembly would be easy.
She merely lays there, optics dark.
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Nightbeat
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Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
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Post by Nightbeat on May 13, 2008 22:37:33 GMT -5
Nightbeat, contrary to popular belief, is not as stupid as he looks. He gives several of the pieces a good toss, insuring there's plenty of room between each when/if she comes back on-line.
"Not good enough, sweetheart."
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Pee-Dee-3
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Post by Pee-Dee-3 on May 13, 2008 22:52:44 GMT -5
The corner of her mouth quirks up. "Plenty good enough. You're dicking around with me while Rodimus kills the other Autobots."
Now while being without her legs and wheels is annoying, unless Nightbeat was feeling particularly foolhardy, he hasn't reached for the shield and arm laying across her torso.
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Nightbeat
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Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
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Post by Nightbeat on May 14, 2008 22:44:02 GMT -5
"Aw, heck..." he growls. He points his rifle down at her and pulls the trigger. Probably wouldn't be lucky enough to kill her, but it would make him feel better.
Then he could look for some more trouble to get into.
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Pee-Dee-3
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Post by Pee-Dee-3 on May 14, 2008 23:31:33 GMT -5
No, Nightbeat isn't going to kill her by shooting her in the head. He is going to shatter one optic, blacken the other, and leave her with some ugly scorches, though.
Footsteps, then transformation and an idling engine. He shifts gears, crunching glass under his wheels, drives off.
Her blackened optic slowly brightened to standard operating levels. The scorching on it darkened her vision, and she cursed before turning her head to see where her other arm was.
Then she painfully began to crawl over there and work on rebuilding herself. "What did we learn today? Fighting like I forgot how doesn't work with Nightbeat. Still. Stupid skirt, ditzy dame, I wouldn't pull that crap with Kup- Dollface with doll brains, just because I can get Nightbeat in close enough to kiss doesn't mean I should rely on that. Stupid, stupid, stupid."
Five minutes alone, though, and she's got full functionality in her limbs back, and is fine-tuning a replacement optic for the one Nightbeat's parting shots shattered. What to do, what to do now? She could go assist in the assault some more, maybe chase down Nightbeat and fight him correctly-
Hmm, no. They wouldn't kill all the Autobots in one go. It'd be much nicer if he underestimated her when the time came.
Vaguely, she toys with doing a primal hunt on this Nightbeat, but the idea of letting that loose makes her lips curl back from her teeth.
No, clearly it was time to go find some material to deal with the gaping abdominal wound and all the little holes from Nightbeat's energy blasts. Then maybe find her Nightbeat and see what all he'd gotten up to since last she saw him.
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