Mirage-3
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Post by Mirage-3 on Nov 7, 2008 0:17:33 GMT -5
Finally! Finally his optics are coming back online, just as he manages to roll them both onto their sides- and just as he gets headbutted by the cop. Lights out, once again, and he crashes back down. Still on the bottom. "You Chaos-damned bitch!"
At least his arm is free. He can't move it much, barely at all, but he can move his fingers. Mirage tries to dig those fingers into Pee-Dee's waist seams, clawing for any purchase he can make. He jerks the knife out of Pee-Dee's arm joint, then aims the point at what he hopes is her neck.
He has got to get away from here. Rodimus and almost all the others are headed into the desert. His Prime can take care of himself. Still...not being by Rodimus' side- figuratively if not literally- makes the hound uneasy.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Nov 10, 2008 20:38:28 GMT -5
"Flattery gets you nowhere." Pee-Dee digs an omnitool out of her 'shoulder-blade' and brings it up to fiddle with the knifed bits of her chest and arm. Oh, there's her optics and rerouting of power to her frozen arm. Sweet.
The stab attempt on her neck gets a frustrated fist directed towards Mirage's chest. "Keep that up, sparky, and I'm going to have to lock you up and throw away the key."
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Dead End
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Yes, we're all doomed. I already knew that.
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Post by Dead End on Nov 10, 2008 20:53:55 GMT -5
Tracks' shot hits dead on Dead End--to no effect, as his forcefield absorbs it. The tree he plows into blindly has somewhat more effect; it stops the wayward Stunticon in his tracks.
"Botheration! Not very sporting of you, I must say," grumbles Dead End--then he transforms into his robot form.
Bringing his concussion rifle to bear, Dead End adds, in a faintly surprised tone, "Well, that's convenient! This set of optics still works."
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Tracks
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Can't match this
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Post by Tracks on Nov 11, 2008 0:04:55 GMT -5
Oh how wonderful. Tracks's mouth furrows into a frown at Dead End's proclamation. Just how on earth did that Decepticon get out a few rifle blasts and a head-on collision with a tree? "Not very sporting of me? Just what about yourself?"
One more solid yank and Tracks lets himself tumble backwards into the brush and hopefully away from Dead End's bearings. Those twigs are going to be murder to get rid of in those awkward places...
"I'll just have to get rid of the vision in that set of optics as well then. Don't count yourself too lucky yet." He rolls back to his feet, black beam gun pointing back at Dead End. He doesn't fire immediately, distracted for a moment by Dead End's lack face. He had really expected something slightly pleasant from that alt-mode, but than again, this is a Decepticon. A split second later, a dark bolt flies from the barrel of his gun. By this time though, Dead End might have enough time to move out of the way or fire.
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Mirage-3
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Post by Mirage-3 on Nov 11, 2008 16:39:50 GMT -5
"I am already bound more fully than you could ever manage," Mirage growls, as he takes that blow to his chest, plating crumpling under the attack. "And I am growing tired of playing bottom."
Mirage stabs again at her neck, able to aim better now that his vision is returning. Another knife drops into his other hand, and he tries to stab the blade into Pee-Dee's side as he once again tries to throw her off him.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Nov 19, 2008 18:09:05 GMT -5
Apologies for not responding sooner.
The knife goes into Pee-Dee's neck, slashing through armor and severing wires. She wriggles her hand in her chest to manually adjust the flows, then pulls out to try to force the knife aimed for her side away.
With her other hand, she grips her hatchet. Her legs shift as she gets ready to shove herself up to get good room for a swing.
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Nov 19, 2008 19:43:45 GMT -5
"Dear me, the same trick twice?" Dead End taunts as he throws himself flat, below the black-light gun's line of fire. "I am not Brawl or Ramjet, you know."
He returns fire, his concussion rifle blowing away the brush between him and Tracks like an invisible hammer smashing through the woods. Or, if one were a Marvellite, like Cyclop's eye-beam, only without the bright ruby red light to betray it.
Did Tracks get free of the thorns and duck in time?
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Tracks
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Post by Tracks on Nov 22, 2008 14:25:20 GMT -5
"It was worth a try," Tracks shrugs. "You never know."
He rolls to the side, but not in a short enough time to fully avoid Dead End's fire. "My wing!" The pain and anger in Tracks's voice is apparent. The end of one white and red wing is a ragged mess. A few more shots are fired back at the Decepticon before a dark blue (and slightly scratched) Corvette is where Tracks once lay.
Engines rev and Tracks's tires squeal as he makes an abrupt reverse and turn. It may look as if Tracks is going to attempt to ram Dead End, but the 'vette veers away at the last moment, hoping to peel around the Decepticon and perhaps draw him a little further away from the invisible skirmish between Pee-Dee and the other Mirage.
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Mirage-3
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Post by Mirage-3 on Nov 23, 2008 10:33:57 GMT -5
Pee-Dee's efforts to keep the knife out of her side are successful, and Mirage snarls in frustration as his wrist is grabbed and forced back. The shifting of her weight atop him, however, does allow him the opportunity to wriggle most of the way out from under the Junkion. Parts of Pee-Dee may become visible as she shifts out of his disruption field.
Mirage has never fought a Junkion before. Until his Pee-Dee showed up, he'd never <i>seen</i> a Junkion. Yes, he'd been lectured on how hard they were to kill; he'd seen his Pee-Dee walk away from thing she shouldn't have. But still, the fact that he has sliced through what should have been vital lines, and she's still fraggin' attacking him, is shaking the Prime's hound up somewhat.
He's completely missed her reaching for her hatchet.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Nov 24, 2008 15:04:43 GMT -5
Knives are pissant little weapons against Junkions. Mirage really should invest in something he can hack off limbs with.
Pee-Dee shoves herself up, which will almost entirely give Mirage a chance to get wholly out from under her. She's still got him by one wrist, though-
Except she shoved herself up to get swing room, and her hatchet comes slashing in towards Mirage's elbow.
"Which to bury, us or the hatchet?"1
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1. Song title
Abuse of Mirage done with player permission.
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Nov 24, 2008 20:49:28 GMT -5
Dead End dodges to one side and transforms himself; spinning tires fling dirt and leaves everywhere as he peels out in pursuit of Tracks. Through the trees. He could care less about Mirage-3 and Pee-Dee, not that he knows they are there, but he would have to work hard on the whole "depression and apathy" thing to do so.
Tracks, on the other hand, is that droll flying car who beat Dead End up and imprisoned him in the Ark's brig (along with Motormaster, who was fortunately too dazed in the aftermath of playing chicken with Prime to beat Dead End up more). Tracks is much more interesting.
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Tracks
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Can't match this
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Post by Tracks on Nov 25, 2008 20:04:57 GMT -5
Ah what fond memories Dead End seems to have of Tracks...unfortunately, this bot doesn't share the same memories. Oh the disadvantages of being pulled out earlier: people already have quite merry impression of you and you don't even know them yet! But he'd be flattered to know that Dead End found him interesting, flattered but not extremely surprised at the fact.
Tracks swerves and squeals around trees, sending up a flurry of leaves and twigs with ever pass. It's when he feels that they're a proper distance away from that little skirmish of Pee-Dee and Mirage's that Tracks locks his brakes and spins back around towards Dead End in a whirlwind of foliage and mulch. Oh he owes himself a good cleaning after this battle. Missiles fold out from beneath his undercarriage and Tracks quickly takes aim.
"Fire one." One heat-seeking missile heading Dead End's way and Tracks is peeling off again.
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Mirage-3
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Post by Mirage-3 on Nov 26, 2008 22:17:53 GMT -5
Too late, Mirage sees that hatchet swinging down, and though he tries to jerk free, all he succeeds in doing is pulling Pee-Dee back toward him- complete with hatchet.
The sharp blade bites through his elbow joint, shearing through cables and conduits with little resistance. The shock and pain disables Mirage's cloaking system, and he screams- as much in anger as in pain- as he scrambles back and away from Pee-Dee. The Junkion has earned herself a trophy, yes. But this hound has no honor, and knows better than to let his pride get in the way of his own safety.
He pulls his rifle out of subspace as he stands, firing off multiple shots even before he brings the gun level. He knows he can't take her down; all he wants is to slow her down so that he can get away.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 2, 2008 23:21:54 GMT -5
Trophies can be collected after the battle. Even so, there's a momentary hesitation as Pee-Dee's combat instincts clamor at her to take the limb so Mirage can't reattach it.
That hesitation costs as Mirage pulls out his rifle. The spray of energy punches through Pee-Dee's armor, and she squawks indignantly. Once more, Pee-Dee has to stuff a hand inside of her body to manually adjust herself before she can give chase to the miscreant.
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Dec 3, 2008 8:35:47 GMT -5
For an Autobot, Tracks is annoyingly heavily armed. Especially for an Autobot in car mode--they're generally helpless like that. Not Tracks; Tracks is dangerous in any mode. Dead End has not forgotten this.
However, there's only so much one can do about an incoming heat-seeker at short range--and that's not much. Dead End braces himself as the missile impacts low on his front grill--
BOOM! The explosion flips him backwards and end-for-end. Dead End lands hard, on his roof; brush cracks and breaks under his weight. Forcefields hold, but he's severely rattled by the impacts, and his radar is offline.
He struggles to right himself, but no go; apparently his lifters are offline as well. Finally, the Stunticon gives in and transforms with some alarming creaks of maladjusted joints that reluctantly snap into place.
"Well, that went as well as can be expected," Dead End vocalizes to himself as his concussion rifle materialises in his hands. "I wonder when the catastrophic forcefield failure comes in?"
He tosses off a concussion shot at someone fleeing through the brush who's probably Tracks. On the other hand, it might be Mirage-3 or Pee-Dee. With his radar offline, running bots are all a bunch of similar violet-tinted shapes. It's just registering on Dead End that there seems to be another fight going on nearby.
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