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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 20, 2011 13:42:37 GMT -5
The paramedics that Emirate Xaaron hitched a ride with aren't really the good, noble paramedics that are a credit to the profession. This particular crew is a bit more jaded and seems willing to just watch as Emirate Xaaron struggles with the plumed gang member. Some of the other crews may be more attentive and conscientious!
Ignoring the raining bees and beetles, Emirate Xaaron radios his Autobots, //Okay, I'm he...argh!// The cane hits him hard in the back, and he staggers a step forward, wincing. Then, he turns around and grabs the cane away from the plumed gang-member. It comes away awfully easily, Emirate Xaaron thinks.
The gang-member smiles a gold-fanged smile at Emirate Xaaron. The cane cover has come away, but the sword is still in his hand. Emirate Xaaron wanted to be run through today, right?
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Jan 20, 2011 21:36:12 GMT -5
Arcee has spent the last few rounds dealing with a sticky blob which engulfed both her and Slim. She manages to extradite herself from the creature in time to see Jetfire get himself unstuck.
"Ew ew ew... gah! I'll have to strip down to circuits to get that muck off me... Hold on Nightbeat, I'll help you with him."
Arcee catches up with Nightbeat and tries to do just that.
It is getting entirely too hot in here.
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Jan 23, 2011 16:06:35 GMT -5
If Jetfire weren't in the process of clutching one arm to his side to keep some of his vital components from getting left behind, he might have a tawdry remark or two about Arcee getting "hands on" with him. Especially with that nice optic-level view he'd gotten before.
Alas, the crotchety old coot is quivering in the vain attempt to scatter the beetles still worming their way through his circuits, and keeping that one hand cupped over the too-bright glow of his spark chamber, and is far too busy with rerouting what he can to cycle some plating back over those delicate components to enjoy the moment much.
"'M not a sack of meat, damn you," he grouses, kicking one leg weakly. "Get me level so I can stand up, or something... and stop wrenchin' my bloody flaps! I need those!"
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Post by SceneMod on Jan 23, 2011 21:10:57 GMT -5
The slug makes a noise something akin to "splut!" as Nightbeat punches him, and it automatically tries to fire one of its guns at the Autobot as it backs away. It's more interested in getting out of there than in getting Nightbeat back, however.
The bees are now too scattered to be very bright (they're smarter when they're closer together), so mostly they dart about. Slugslinger taking out as many as he does only makes them dumber, and so, like most animals, they start to work primarily to flee danger and get out of there. The well-dressed ruffian in front of Emirate Xaaron notices the new arrival, however, and turns a sneer on him. "Goldie's mine, got it?!" he demands. Anyone that color has got to have a lot of money! Or be worth a lot!
With that, the gangster stabs his blade towards the Autobot leader, attempting to impale him in the optic.
Inside, the Autobots will find not much more in the way of resistance, as the Atracians are mostly interested in getting out of the burning theater. By this point, the biggest problem they present is simply that their numbers make it harder for the Autobots themselves to get out of there.
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Post by Nightbeat on Jan 23, 2011 21:25:45 GMT -5
"You will be carried to safety and you will like it, slaggit!" Nightbeat snaps at Jetfire, even as he's attempting to shift the larger Transformer so he and Arcee are both supporting a shoulder in classic 'Our buddy has had too much to drink' fashion. This leaves one hand free for fending off Atrocitans, which Nightbeat does, waving a photon pistol vaguely at anyone who gets too close. Fortunately, most of them are on their way out.
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Post by Slugslinger on Jan 24, 2011 11:55:26 GMT -5
The lack of bees leaves Slugslinger without much more of a distraction, other than tripping or punching the thugs that happen close enough as they pass, which he does with no greater interest than if he was just kicking a can along the street. He doesn't know where the Autobots are headed, so he doesn't know where to be that he can best harass them; he does, however, grab the nearest guy in a uniform by the arm.
"That isn't everybody," he says like it's the most serious thing in the world. "I saw a few others when I passed over, before someone started shooting at me. They might be trapped!" It takes every ounce of dissemblance in his frame to sound gravely concerned and the paramedic still gives him a sceptical look before stepping away and trotting back toward the growing crowd of emergency personnel. He grins, but with his right side facing the cops, it's neatly hidden from their view. Then he looks at the Councillor's assailant and snorts, shrugging. "You can have him! Pyrite-plated snakes like him are just underpaid, overfed public servants anyway." And he turns to leave at a leisurely stroll like there isn't a building on fire just behind him and cops running down thugs all the length of the street.
He's not leaving so quickly that he mightn't hear some reaction, if any.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 24, 2011 12:41:11 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron is stabbed in the optic. Luckily, a brain module is a tiny little thing, in his reality, something that can fit comfortably inside a human-made remote control car. The coders of his reality write very, very efficient code and have excellent compression routines, as well as brilliantly miniaturised computing components. So while his depth perception is taking a hit, since he can't do the trick of rapidly adjusting his focal length in order to find depth, he isn't all that seriously injured. It really does look much worse than it is.
So he doesn't scream, and instead, what comes out of his mouth is, "This is assault. Aggravated/ assault. There are multiple witnesses, and the cops are right there. On the other hand, this is self-defense."
The cane cover vanishes off into subspace, and he reaches out for the ruffian's sword hand, try to get Primus's grip of death on that wrist and squeeze. Emirate Xaaron has every intention of breaking his wrist and taking that blade out of his hand - it's still stuck in his head, and he'd rather do extraction himself, given that he does keep useful items in there.
His one good optic shoots a withering glare over at Slugslinger, showing an alarming lack of situational awareness, given that his attacker's still right there in front of him! Oh, does the Decepticon want to play? "And that is libel."
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Jan 26, 2011 22:59:25 GMT -5
Arcee tries to get Jetfire more upright, but she also tells the elder to, "Quit complaining, grandpa, we're doing the best we can."
Nice thing about theater is that they (usually) are required to have clearly labeled exits, and even after the building is no longer in use, exit lights are still usually powered on along with the lights.
"Hey!" Arcee coughs, "Looks like we can get out this way!"
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Jan 27, 2011 21:29:36 GMT -5
"Gram-- Why! I oughtta take you over my knee, for that!" Jetfire growls. The pained wince and half leer somewhat spoils the effect of his rather pathetic threat, though, and he manages to stumble drag his feet mostly under himself as they maneuver him around. He's at least carrying some of his own weight now, but one leg is a little too stiff, what with half the motor relays that run that side of his frame lying in torn shreds in the middle of the worst of the damage. He nearly trips as they drag him over smokey, uneven debris, one thicker chunk catching at his foot until he kicks it hard, dislodging--
"My cane! I need that!" he grunts. That's part of his alt mode, after all.
A beetle crawls out of his shoulder joint and heads for Arcee's chest.
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Post by SceneMod on Jan 27, 2011 23:41:32 GMT -5
The thug's wrist is boken, causing him to cry out in pain. He opens his hands to release the sword, then twists, trying to yank his arm from Xaaron. He doesn't argue or debate, just cries out, "Aaargh! Let me go! Let me go!"
By now, the thug-crowd is starting to thin out, as the majority of them have made it out of the theater.
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Post by Nightbeat on Jan 28, 2011 19:11:19 GMT -5
Nightbeat attaches his photon pistol to the side of his helmet, then bends down to pick up Jetfire's cane, presenting it to the older mech.
"Threatening to put someone over your knee does not help your 'not a grandpa' case, Jetfire," he explains, peering through the thickening smoke at the exit. It looks clear.
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Post by Slugslinger on Jan 28, 2011 21:11:00 GMT -5
Slugslinger pauses and turns, tilting his upper body so he can look back at Xaaron. Behind the strange tableau of Councillor and assailant, firemen are moving into position to combat the blaze; Slugslinger just leers at Xaaron and chuckles. The firelight glinting off his face does nothing to make his smile look anything like friendly.
"Gimme some credit," he says, stretching his arms over his head, then weaving his fingers together behind his head with his elbows pointed skyward. "It's only libel in print." Now, unfortunately, the fun is over and he never did find that address he came looking for in the first place. It's much too noisy now to keep searching; he sighs and shrugs to no-one in particular.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 28, 2011 21:59:09 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron lets the thug go but glares at him with his one good optic. He reaches for the handle of the sword and gingerly pulls it out of his head before doing a vanishing act with it. Is he tampering with evidence? Definitely!
Luckily, most folks seems much too busy with actual productive things to worry about the robot with the stabbed-out optic. He smiles pleasantly at Slugslinger, who has just revealed himself to be much smarter than he looks. Did Slugslinger meant to reveal that, Emirate Xaaron wonders. He replies slyly, "Do I look like a bank?" and he moves off to see if there is anything a Concerned Citizen can do to be helpful!
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Jan 29, 2011 22:27:55 GMT -5
"You try that, and I will- UGH!"
Arcee jumps back (which leaves Jetfire unsupported on that side). The beetle falls to the ground and she shoots it.
"I hate bugs!"
Oh look, there's that exit door.
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Jan 29, 2011 23:12:01 GMT -5
"Bah. Whatev-- AGH!" As Arcee suddenly jumps away, Jetfire goes toppling forward, not having had a good grip on his cane yet to try and catch himself. Nightbeat may be strong and stubborn, but there is an awful lot of Jetfire suddenly trying to displace itself in a downward motion; Jetfire is at least aware enough to let go of Nightbeat's shoulder so as not to drag him down, too.
The old jet lands with a dull flop on the debris, half in and half out the door. As he groans, several dozen beetles come scurrying out of his armor, fleeing--
And they're headed straight for Arcee, as if aimed like tiny little six-legged missiles.
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