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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Jan 8, 2009 19:28:27 GMT -5
It's cooler under the boulder Spy Shot has managed to squeeze under, huddled in a hollow between rock and still slightly damp dirt. It's hard to say how long it will stay that way.
Hearing Tracks, he replies: //If I am 'Flashy', then I am hiding under a rock.//
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Runamuck
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I'm not as think as you drunk I am.
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Post by Runamuck on Jan 9, 2009 4:36:52 GMT -5
//I don't fly, but I still got all my wheels. Let's burn.//
And, diving out of his cover away from the various Autobots, he transforms and rips away as fast as he's able, following Dead End as best he can through the jungle.
Out of thread unless stopped.
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Tracks
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Can't match this
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Post by Tracks on Jan 9, 2009 13:12:41 GMT -5
"Pee-Dee!" Tracks's fingers clench around nothing as the Junkion slumps over on the ground. He barely has time to register the sound of blaster fire over the crackling roar of the fire. The first few shots catch Tracks by surprise and he finds himself falling to the ground as well with a burning pain all along his back. No, there won't be any transforming and flying away with the gal at this ending. There's a slight flicker as his black-beam gun reappears in his hands.
One arm wraps around Pee-Dee's torso and Tracks's fingers tighten around his gun. A surprised look crosses his face when Singe appears. Who? "Actually my good sir. It'd be wonderful if you could find, ah, Spy Shot," 'Flashy' has a name now. "and have him bring you back to base. I need to take Pee-Dee out of here now. I suggest you get going too." He allows himself a slight flash of a charming and confident smile before turning back to the matter at hand: Slag.
'Three, two, one...NOW' Tracks hauls himself and Pee-Dee up, doing his best to ignore the insistent protests of his body to just take a break and get back down. His gun is trained at Slag and he begins firing, not stopping as he pulls himself and Pee-Dee away. It's only until Tracks breaks further into the forest that he halts his fire and just focuses on running with an armful of Pee-Dee.
// Fla--Spy Shot. Look out for that little bot who was with Pee-Dee. Do you know your way back to base? //
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Slag-3
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He just doesn't care
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Post by Slag-3 on Jan 11, 2009 0:23:24 GMT -5
Slag-3 is hit by Track's laser blasts. At last, a battle! He chases behind Tracks until he manages to get further into the forest. Not only was the Dinobot lagging fairly behind by this point, being quite slow, but now there's too much forest in his path, which is making progress for the much larger and kibblier transformer hard, to say the least.
Slag thinks. He could chase after the escapees, or... He could have a rest until called on to do something else. Hmm.
With a sliding of gears, Slag returns to his triceratops mode, and picks a direction away from where he saw others go, before slowly walking away. Right now, he decided that it was time to have another rest and he could deal with things much, much later.
OOC: Out of thread
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Spinister-3
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"I live for the day when no one has to fear."
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Post by Spinister-3 on Jan 11, 2009 14:47:58 GMT -5
Singe transforms to his humanoid mode and springs away from Pee-Dee. He checks himself and determines that he's not on fire - looks like the effect is local to Pee-Dee, the poor dear.
Then, he attempts to scuttle off and look for Spy Shot 6, because a man in armour with a transforming camera is slightly less likely to be stepped on than just a transforming camera.
Skippable.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jan 11, 2009 17:53:14 GMT -5
Something occurs to her as Tracks hauls her through the woods. Something desperately important.
//My hand! My Mirage hand! Don't let it burn up, strange blue car!//
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Still man-handable.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Jan 11, 2009 18:43:02 GMT -5
//Okay,// Spy Shot replies to Tracks. //I know my way back to the tunnels. I watched.//
Crawling back out from under the rock, the camera-bot braves the heat of the burning forest once more. He turns his gaze back in the direction he left Pee-Dee, searching for the bot he's supposed to lead back to base. Beginning to strobe his flash - to catch attention rather than to blind - he starts running back in that direction. He hadn't gone far to hide
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Tracks
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Can't match this
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Post by Tracks on Jan 12, 2009 19:58:26 GMT -5
Tracks is almost at a point where he's starting to feel a bit more safe when Pee-Dee voice cries over the radio waves.
Hand? She still wants that Mirage's hand?
"First, let me get you to a good safe point, lady. Then I'll see to that hand." What's his excuse for risking more of his health just to go back for some severed hand? He owes her.
Tracks continues through the forest, weaving between trees and vines. The sound of someone chasing after them has finally stopped. Well, that brings some relief to Tracks's systems if nothing else does. "Alright, you stay right here, madame." He carefully places her down between the roots of a tree. "I'll be back before you know it."
// Spy Shot, quick change in plans. Can you come to <coordinates where Pee-Dee is> and watch over the lady. She left something behind and really doesn't want to be without it. I'm going back for retrieval and I'll be back as soon as I have her had. // --Or rather, Mirage's hand.
With that, he closes the link and tips the Junkion a slight salute before dashing back towards the fire. This had better be worth what's left of his paint job.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jan 13, 2009 11:49:52 GMT -5
Pee-Dee really can't do much other than stay where Tracks put her. Luckily, the fires are going out, and her joints won't fuse any more. However, they're still basically frozen in immobility.
The strange blue car - Tracks, was it? - was a polite fellow. She'd have to thank him later, especially if he really did bring her hand back.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Jan 14, 2009 20:26:57 GMT -5
//Okay.//
Making a slight course correction to head for, Spy Shot keeps on running, still flashing his attention-grabbing light - it'll probably help him with the business of not-getting-stepped on too. However, if Tracks is fast at finding that hand, it's entirely possible that he'll get back to Pee-Dee before the camera-bot makes it.
Well, hopefully going this way will get him far enough away from the forest fire that his plastic parts won't end up melting around his feet.
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Tracks
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Can't match this
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Post by Tracks on Jan 17, 2009 10:53:58 GMT -5
It's like an inferno back where the battle had taken place. The fire licks and crackles in the canopies and the forest floor is now a charred black mess beneath its carpet of flames. Tracks can feel the edges of his wings twinge and tingle in complaint at the heat.
If he finds that twisted Mirage's hand a half-puddle of slag in here--well, he better not find Mirage's hand a half-puddle of slag. That's bad new for Tracks himself as he wades around and through shallow patches of fire.
Not too far from Tracks, a tree keels over with a sharp crackle. He dances away, narrowly avoiding its crown of fire. But with that tree out of the way, he can now see a metallic sheen wavering through the heat-waves.
OOC: Tracks will be back to Pee-Dee next round
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jan 17, 2009 23:51:29 GMT -5
Pee-Dee continues to lay against the tree because she can't move. She sighs and counts blades of grass in her line of sight.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Jan 18, 2009 18:04:11 GMT -5
Little legs churning away, Spy Shot is pleased to find himself leaving the inferno behind, and hey, is that Pee-Dee he can see through the trees? It's still a ways for him to run, but he keeps on trucking; a miniature, mobile strobe light in the middle of the forest.
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Tracks
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Can't match this
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Post by Tracks on Jan 18, 2009 22:44:15 GMT -5
Tracks stumbles back through the trees, streaked everywhere in soot and grime---not to mention speckled with droplets of melted and chipped paint. He'd count all of this utter failure if it weren't for the equally battered limb clutched in his hand.
"Alright, mission accomplished," Tracks jogs the rest of the way up to Pee-Dee and kneels down to scoop her back up as well, settling the arm on her body. The methodic flashing in the forest catches his optics as well. "Spy Shot?" He pauses, still kneeling with Pee-Dee in his arms. "Do you have that little bot with you?"
Tracks waits for the camara-bot and tilts slightly, allowing the little guys to climb on if they wish. They have to get back to the tunnels quick.
OOC: Tracks is climb-on-able With promise for a wash and polish afterwards and shall be heading out of thread next post unless stopped
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jan 22, 2009 16:41:41 GMT -5
"Flashy thing!" Pee-Dee calls happily. "Mr. Singe!"
Except there is no Mr. Singe. Pee-Dee's face falls (not literally. this time). Metal in her neck shrieks as she cranes to look past Spy Shot 6 to where the Targetmaster must me. "Mr. Singe?"
- Well, there's Tracks. With her hand.
"Where's Mr. Singe?" Pee-Dee asks plaintively as the blue car scoops her up in his arms.
//Mr. Singe! Where are you? Please don't be hurt!//
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