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Dec 27, 2008 21:55:24 GMT -5
Post by Kup-3 on Dec 27, 2008 21:55:24 GMT -5
Not too far from where a certain boulder used to sit, and a rather short distance from a certain pit trap, a certain still-shiny elder kneels by the lip of the crater. He studies the situation inside, and quickly decides that it's a bit too hot for him... he wouldn't be of much help to his Prime, and is just liable to get killed while he's at it. So instead he pulls out his acid musket and, still in a kneeling crouch, lifts his weapon and begins to take aim at the battle below...
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Dec 28, 2008 21:03:22 GMT -5
Post by Springer on Dec 28, 2008 21:03:22 GMT -5
From within the crater, Springer rises, and once again, notes the familiar shape - the elder, Kup. At least, he thinks so. And still being new to this whole business with the alternates, Springer forgets a key detail...
He needs to verify that this is -his- Kup. However, he lands nearby, a few steps away from striking distance.
"Hey, you alright, Kup? Pretty sure that Roddy's got things covered down there...I hope."
Huh. Kup's oddly shiny...
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Dec 29, 2008 11:54:26 GMT -5
Post by Kup-3 on Dec 29, 2008 11:54:26 GMT -5
Springer? But they didn't bring a Springer over with them!
So. A local Springer, one who doesn't pay much attention to detail. So about what Kup would expect of a Springer - handsome, but a bit dense. It'll be a shame to add acid etchings to that pretty hide, but Kup figures he won't have long before the boy realizes his mistake.
Kup straightens, though he doesn't rise completely from his crouch. "Oh, I'm doing much better now that you've arrived here, my lad," he says, tones perhaps a bit more cultured than Springer is used to... and there's just something... off... about the way he says, 'my lad.'
Then, without further warning, he springs up, closing those few steps, attempting to bring the handle of his musket up and into Springer's chin. Hit or miss, his next move is to flip the muzzle up and hold it facing the triple-changer.
"After all, I was having quite a time picking a target, but you've just saved me the trouble," he finishes, smiling unpleasantly.
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Dec 29, 2008 22:16:09 GMT -5
Post by Springer on Dec 29, 2008 22:16:09 GMT -5
Wait, Kup's being ...nice? After all that banter on the general band Springer just got yelled at a few minutes ago? Somethin' ain't right. Springer tenses, wary, especially due to the way this Kup is toning his words.
Despite his sudden wariness, Springer is still caught off-guard by the stock-to-the-face, staggering back and pulling out his own rifle, aiming it for the truckformer.
"...so you're not the old-timer I know," he says softly, attempting to squeeze the trigger on his gun, but his hand locks up. Despite just being struck, and knowing that this is the Evil Kup...it's still Kup, dammit. Logically, one should not fire on Kup.
Still, he tries to pull the trigger, but can't manage to do that, even after gripping the rifle with both hands to try and steady the shaking that's started.
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Dec 30, 2008 0:20:59 GMT -5
Post by Kup-3 on Dec 30, 2008 0:20:59 GMT -5
Kup is ready to fire a glob of acid directly into Springer's face when he realizes something.
Springer is shaking. And not firing. In fact, Springer seems incapable of firing.
Kup puts on his slickest, most charming smile. "Can't fire on ol' Kup, can you?" he practically purrs. "Even knowing I'm not the Kup you know, you just can't bring yourself to do it."
Oh, the things he could do with that intensity of devotion, given enough time to work.
"You know, we needn't be enemies," he says softly.
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Dec 30, 2008 21:01:30 GMT -5
Post by Springer on Dec 30, 2008 21:01:30 GMT -5
Springer clenches his jaw, shooting a glare at the elder. "Oh, we most certainly need to be enemies. And...well, no, you're not the Kup I know. Hell, the Kup that I know here isn't even my Kup." Springer shakes his head, trying to re-steady his aim. Dammit. Why couldn't the Kup here look different? Why couldn't he look weird like Bumblebee? Or at least have something drastically different in appearance?! It'd certainly make this easier.
"And I certainly can fire on you, thankyouverymuch" he announces, sharply taking in air, and squeezing the trigger on his rifle!
...only to hit a spot in the sand, about five feet to the right of the truckbot.
...dammit.
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Dec 31, 2008 9:18:10 GMT -5
Post by Kup-3 on Dec 31, 2008 9:18:10 GMT -5
Oh, the things he could do, given time to work...
...but he doesn't really have the time, does he?
Kup doesn't laugh at Springer's complete failure to actually fire at Kup, though a faint flicker of amusement crosses his features. "Oh yes, I see. Very good," he murmurs. The problem is, Springer is still trying to hit him, and if he keeps trying, he might eventually succeed.
Kup shakes his head and says, tone sounding genuinely regretful, "What a shame. It didn't have to go this way, you know," as he fires his rifle towards Springer, advancing at the same time. If Springer has problems with fighting someone with Kup's appearance, Kup will make sure he can't get around it.
The politician can't help but wonder if a Springer here means that the reality he just came from has also gained a Springer. If that other one's feelings towards a Kup are similarly powerful, that could make for quite the return home!
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Dec 31, 2008 23:40:18 GMT -5
Post by Springer on Dec 31, 2008 23:40:18 GMT -5
Well, here's to hoping that there isn't enough time for you to work, then...
Springer does not move when Kup fires this time, taking a blob of acid in the lower torso, on the left side. He winces, feeling the pain that comes from the mass slowly eating away at parts of him.
Damnit, that hurt... Geez. Well, this guy's definitely not the real deal. Kup wouldn't fire on me like that, after all--
Waitaminute.
Springer glares, aiming his rifle, more steady this time, and fires back.
"You just made a crucial mistake, old-timer. And where I come from, you only make mistakes with Wreckers once."
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Jan 1, 2009 13:30:14 GMT -5
Post by Kup-3 on Jan 1, 2009 13:30:14 GMT -5
The shot connects with Kup's left shoulder, blowing off the outer metal and tearing at circuitry beneath. It's a decently powered shot, but then, Kup, even this Kup, is a tough old mech.
"I've heard similar boasts before, lad," Kup replies, cultured voice dipping into the lower registers, right hand going up to instinctively cover the blast wound while his left hand still holds his rifle. "I'm still here."
With that, he lunges forward, free right hand moving away from his wound to ball into a first and deliver a punch aimed towards Springer's lower torso, left side - the same spot already weakened by acid.
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Jan 2, 2009 14:26:32 GMT -5
Post by Springer on Jan 2, 2009 14:26:32 GMT -5
Huh, he actually hit him. This brings a smirk to the Wrecker's face, and now he starts planning. One shot is good, but as Kup stated, he's still there. Gonna take more than that to bring this old bot down.
Hm... Don't know much about how this world's Kup fights, so I don't know what exactly to expect from this one. If they're anything like the one back home, I'd best be careful.
However, Springer isn't careful or quick enough to dodge the lunge, and he cries out at the punch to the acid-blasted part of his body. He staggers back a fair distance, bits of armor falling away from the spot. He grits his teeth, glaring at the geriatric mech. Definitely not his Kup. Definitely not messing around. Definitely not worth holding back.
Springer stows his rifle, replacing it with his pistols. If one can't be accurate, then fill the sky with fire, and you're sure to hit the target a few times. A bit of Misfire-esque thinking, and not quite logical when you take into account the energy expenditure, but when you're fighting a creepy, lecherous evil alternate-universe counterpart of the alternate-universe counterpart of your former mentor, logic goes out the window. With that, Springer flexes his arms at the elbows, putting the forearm bits flat against the shoulder sections, and holding his pistols sideways. He rotates his arms so that the gun barrels on his shoulders and forearms (which now point in the same direction) are all aimed at Kup-3, and he unleashes a barrage of laser fire.
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Jan 2, 2009 17:51:37 GMT -5
Post by Kup-3 on Jan 2, 2009 17:51:37 GMT -5
Who the hell gave Springer so many damned guns?
Kup dives forward, transforming as he does. This presents a lower target, and gives him a bit more speed if need be. Even so, Springer's weapons fire shatters well-kept front window, dents, blasts, and blackens his ultra-waxed hood. Still, his engine revs, and he drives straight for Springer...
...and then he's hit by a sudden wave of anger, followed by a feeling of searching. He pulls his attention to the fight below, and shouts, "No! They're killing him!" His words seem to continue genuine fear and concern.
He continues his way towards Springer, but changes course. If he does hit Springer at all, it'll just be a sideswipe, and whether he hits or not, he won't be turning back, but instead driving down the inside of the crater.
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Jan 2, 2009 18:43:29 GMT -5
Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Jan 2, 2009 18:43:29 GMT -5
The high pitched whine of a motorcycle hightailing it the hell out of the vicinity can be briefly heard. This is Phobia practicing the currently-not-so-well-kept Decepticon tradition of retreating.
OOC: In an out!
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Jan 2, 2009 19:32:09 GMT -5
Post by Springer on Jan 2, 2009 19:32:09 GMT -5
Springer's armory comes courtesy of Don Figueroa!
And the trajectory of his fire dips down as Kup transforms, though it lets up after a bit so Springer can jump out of the way of the incoming truck. However, Springer stumbles on landing, and hits the ground as the peculiar sensations of Rodimus-3's pending defeat start.
Old glitch is gonna ruin the plan!
Springer growls, clenching his teeth and clambering to his feet, running off after the truck, soon springing after it. If he's lucky, he'll land in Kup's bed, or in front of him. If not, he'll land behind him, and try again. "Damn right we're killin' that pathetic excuse for a Prime!"
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Jan 2, 2009 21:36:05 GMT -5
Post by Kup-3 on Jan 2, 2009 21:36:05 GMT -5
"Pathetic?!" Kup exclaims, enraged. "I'm sure that's easy enough for you to say when someone else is doing all the work!" Springer does, in fact, land in front of Kup, but this doesn't cause Kup to slow down in the least. He's thick, built sturdy, and he has momentum on his side.
"You let everyone else do the hard work while you can't manage a single, decrepit old man? Very big words, Springer my lad, but I'm not seeing much else!"
Wait a minute. What was with that motorcycle that just ran through? Oh well.
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Jan 3, 2009 22:06:57 GMT -5
Post by Springer on Jan 3, 2009 22:06:57 GMT -5
Springer opens fire again, but is cut short as Kup hits him, knocking him aside and putting a nice dent in his shins. Painful, that.
Even more painful is transformation, causing Springer to cry out in angry discomfort as he folds up into a chopper, and gives chase after Kup, unleashing a barrage of missiles in the old fart's general direction. "I'm doing my part, dammit! Rodimus has this covered now! And I'll manage you but good, you out-dated junk pile!"
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