Tracks
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Can't match this
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Post by Tracks on Dec 5, 2008 15:58:28 GMT -5
Tracks regards himself and anything but helpless. Thus, Dead End's memory serves him quite well.
A confident 'hah!' can be barely heard over Tracks's roaring engine when the reverberation and sound of the missile's explosion washes over his form. His celebration is short-lived as pain stabs through his systems and one of his back tires explodes with a sound 'bam!'. A rut of churned up dirt and twigs begin as his wheel-well cuts into the forest floor. With a cry and a growl, Tracks fishtails and finally skids back around to face the direction he left, transforming as he turns. A rifle appears in his hands once more and his final missile is prepped to aim.
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Mirage-3
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Post by Mirage-3 on Dec 5, 2008 22:23:21 GMT -5
The needed moment is gained, and Mirage has no intention of wasting it.
The hunter takes the time to fire a few more shots at Pee-Dee, then engages his cloak and fires one more time. Except this time, he's aiming directly between her optics. As soon as he lets the dart fly, Mirage leaps lightly to one side, making as little noise as possible, before fading into the jungle brush.
Dead End is on his own.
Not posting out yet, in case Pee-Dee wants to chase the ghost. If she doesn't give chase, Mirage will be out on his next round.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 9, 2008 12:39:25 GMT -5
The dart punches through the metal of Pee-Dee's face and goes deep into her head. Almost all the way through, in fact, and there's a nasty hole oozing a dark, oily liquid down her face.
Fortunately, Pee-Dee doesn't actually keep anything unique in her head. The sudden shredding of her memory momentarily disorients her until the backup takes over primary duties.
By then, though, Mirage has disappeared.
"Yeah, run! I'll find you and catch you and read you your lack-of-Miranda-Rights!"
Grumpy Pee-Dee is grumpy.
//You okay back there, razzle-dazzler?//
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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 Dec 9, 2008 19:30:50 GMT -5
Dead End gives himself a moment to evaluate the situation. Someone just vanished into the bush. There's a Junkion about, and it's not Screwdriver and not friendly, either. Tracks... has transformed and is pointing both missile and gun at Dead End.
Dead End dives for cover, tossing off a quick shot from the hip in Tracks' general direction, just to keep the Autobot alert. Tracks and a Junkion? Oh dear. Not good odds at all. Where is Runamuck or Wildrider when he needs them?
// Runamuck or Wildrider or anyone else out here at the East Coast, you're missing all the fun. Not only do I have an Autobot with more than the usual load-out of weapons, there's Junkion--probably the native version of Pee-Dee. Please, don't make me hog all the action; it makes the others jealous. Besides, after the Autobots kill me and disassemble my chassis for spare parts, they'll have access to all the interesting secre--er, memories in my memory banks, // Dead End radios on the Decepticon band.
He'll stay in cover, taking shots at Tracks for now, and at Pee-Dee if she threatens him. If there's no response from his true allies...
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Dec 9, 2008 21:34:01 GMT -5
Spy Shot climbs up to the rim of Pee-Dee's pack to peer out once more, having been jostled down by the fighting.
//I am okay,// he answers, scanning the surrounding area. For a moment, he wonders if 'Razzle-Dazzler' is also his name now, but decides the question is currently not important. //Is it over?//
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Runamuck
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Post by Runamuck on Dec 10, 2008 7:50:50 GMT -5
Finally, a fight!
Runamuck makes no attempt at stealth as he approaches. He sticks out like a sore thumb in this environment anyway, he might as well have some fun with it. He simply guns his engine, roaring in at top speed and firing a pair of rockets at Tracks's back. If the explosives don't move the Autobot, the Battlecharger fully intends to leave tire marks on that pretty blue paint job.
//That's a lot of guns around here?// Runamuck asks over the Con broadband. Where he comes from, anyone who doesn't have enough guns to arm a small militia is considered lightly armed.
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Tracks
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Can't match this
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Post by Tracks on Dec 11, 2008 1:47:30 GMT -5
The first shot Dead End tosses his way doesn't move Tracks much, but the following ones sends the warrior ducking behind his own piece of cover as he squeezes off rounds at the Decepticon.
---this doesn't last long at all, not with the rip-roar of oncoming engines and the patch of white jostling much too quickly towards him to be too friendly. Tracks twists slightly, angling his shoulders and torso so he can get some sort of look backwards.
Then come the rockets.
Tracks violently rolls away with a few unbecoming curses spilling out of his mouth, firing shots at the charging newcomer as he does so. This is starting to look rather bad for him, it might be time to start looking at a way out then continuing the fight. Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can.1
1 'Englishman in New York' - Sting
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Mirage-3
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Post by Mirage-3 on Dec 11, 2008 11:25:13 GMT -5
Once he's made it a relatively safe distance away from the furball, Mirage pauses to lean against a tree, panting a bit. A few moments rest while he checks over the stump that was once his lower arm. It hurts like blazes, but he thinks he can still transform.
Which he does, albeit much slower than he has before. He sips through the trees till he finds a road, and then Mirage is on his way toward the crater.
Toward his Prime.
And Mirage-3 is out of thread
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 12, 2008 18:11:43 GMT -5
"This opponent is, but the scene is still ongoing." She pauses. "Sequence. This is a sequence, since it's a running battle." Another pause. "Though, it could be a scene..."
Before the Junkion can get herself too mixed up in terminology, the sound of explosions reaches her audials. "Let's get dangerous!"
She dives into her vehicle-mode and takes off towards the sounds of trouble being caused.
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Pee-Dee will join the fight over there next round. First she has to find you people.
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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 Dec 12, 2008 18:35:16 GMT -5
Shockingly, reinforcements actually appear in response to Dead End's polite request. See? It pays to have good manners. Now he has to shoot at Tracks some more.
// It's certainly a lot for the older Autobots; they usually have nothing in vehicle mode. However, the Aerialbots, including Slingshot--whom I mention because he is on this planet--are ridiculously over-armed. Apparently we frightened Optimus Prime, // Dead End replies drily.
One of Track's shots zaps the side of Dead End's head; he tilts his head with annoyance, trying to clear the laser dazzle from his optics. He fires a few shots back, just so Tracks won't forget him, but his aim is badly off--though it does for some intervening trees. One rather large trunk is only partly chopped through and there's an alarming creak as the rest of the trunk starts to give way and the tree slowly, slowly starts leaning over...
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Dec 14, 2008 17:54:02 GMT -5
The idea of running towards a battle is still quite a new concept for Spy Shot, having spent most of his life making a point of avoiding conflict. Then again, that was with humans, and this is with robots, so it makes sense that the rules have changed. However, that doesn't change the fact that the camera-bot is in an unfamiliar situation.
Watching the scenery race by from one of PeeDee's storage packs, he decides that it's probably best for him to wait and watch. It would not be good for him to do something that would get in PeeDee's way. Much better to just wait and learn about combat.
...
Or he can ask what PeeDee wants him to do. Talking to people is an option now.
//What should I do?//
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Runamuck
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Post by Runamuck on Dec 14, 2008 23:52:43 GMT -5
Runamuck roars past Tracks with a loud woop, popping into robot mode and drawing his laser rifle. He hits the ground on one knee, tearing a groove out of the dirt from sheer momentum, and whirls about--
--only to lose that semblance of looking cool by diving aside to avoid return fire. He squeezes off a few shots of his own before one of Tracks's blasts nails him, and everything goes dark.
"What in the pit?! I can't see!" Wiping vainly at his optics with one hand, Runamuck continues firing with the other in Tracks's general direction. Whether he's attempting suppressive fire or just shooting wildly is hard to tell.
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Tracks
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Can't match this
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Post by Tracks on Dec 15, 2008 15:12:35 GMT -5
Hooligans, the lot of them...
Tracks ducks back behind his cover, taking a cooling breath before ducking into the open again to squeeze off a few more shots, this time switching out his black beam gun. Runamuck's shots punctures into his side as Tracks rolls behind another tree, someone a little closer to the warrior might be able to hear the frustrated cursing under his breath as he clenches the sparking wound. This just couldn't get any---oh yes it could. The low keening whine of a nearby tree alerts Tracks too late that he had rolled right into its falling path.
The world goes dark for a moment in a flurry of leaves and something rough and heavy crashes down onto his back. Tracks, meet dirt. How very unpleasant it is to meet you, dirt. Pinned, buried under branches, damaged and quite painfully irritated, Tracks still has one missile and his guns left. Just show yourselves, Decepticons, this Autobot is more than ready.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 16, 2008 16:56:23 GMT -5
"Flashy-thing the bad guys!" Pee-Dee yells as she spots one of said bad guys. Poor Spy Shot; if he wanted to avoid combat, he really shouldn't have taken Pee-Dee up on her offer to go out.
Now if this were not a forest, Pee-Dee would pull out Mr. Singe and 'xplain to these fellows why they should go someplace else. As it was, however, she'd have to do things more directly.
"KNEECAPPING TO THE OPPRESSORS!"
Dead End is about to get a motorcycle upside his head.
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Dec 16, 2008 19:42:39 GMT -5
Dead End closes swiftly on Tracks, heavy metal feet crushing tender magenta ferns underfoot--
And stops short as the tree falls in front of him. How inconvenient. Where in all this foliage did Tracks go? Dead End's mask shows no expression, but he's still quite put out not to have his radar online to locate people for him.
The chainsaw-motor roar of a motorcycle--in this brush? The Junkion!--and the battlecry alert Dead End just in time for him to turn around--
And catch Pee-Dee's front wheel with his upper leg. Dead End tumbles as his feet are rudely knocked out from under him and he lands with a heavy thud. Dirt, you know Tracks already, this is Dead End. Dead End, dirt.
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