Nightbeat
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Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
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Post by Nightbeat on Jul 30, 2007 13:52:00 GMT -5
Ah, Iacon/ The Big Circuit. Home to over a hundred million mechanoids of all shapes and sizes. And when they have problems, they come to me. My name's Nightbeat, and I'm a professional snoop. I've got a gun, and I keep it loaded. There's an energon cube in my desk. It keeps me loaded.
The dame walked into my office in a dress slit up to here. Legs to die for and a face that would've launched a thousand Arks. She was hysterical, then again, dames usually are. What mysteries lay behind that sweet face? And why did I have a feeling I was going to be sorry I asked?
"You've got to help me, Detective!"
"Lots of people say that, kid. Try and catch my interest."
"My father was a scientist. He's dead now, but before he died, he hid the secret of his greatest invention inside the Malteese Matrix. Only now that's gone missing to. You've got to find it for me..."
"Sounds like a bad reason to stick my neck out, dollface. Somethin' like that, bound to be pretty nasty joes involved."
She came closer, nearly leaning over my desk. This close, I could smell the sweet, seductive scent of her perfume, not to mention getting a good view of her... assets.
"Please. The police won't help me. Boss Thunderwing's got them all scared. You're the only one who can..."
Oh yes, Nightbeat was way out cold, but his imagination circuits were working just fine.
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Arcee
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Token Girl-Bot
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Post by Arcee on Jul 30, 2007 14:29:09 GMT -5
Arcee isn't firing because she has no vehicular mode weapons. Well, technically incorrect. She's got spikes and caltrops and some other anti-personnel weaponry, but nothing like a pop-up laser cannon or something.
The blast of fire, however, takes her completely bu surprise, washing over her bumper and forcing her into a skid, with a cry of pain.
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Cannonball
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Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest.
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Post by Cannonball on Jul 30, 2007 16:02:48 GMT -5
Cannonball is mentally throwing a piratey fit about paltry wenches being nothing but trouble that do nothing but get in the way, when not performing certain functions -- Which makes him wish he were back home, taking a lovely bit of shore leave at a bar on Cybertron, but alas, he's still here, trying to remain undercover, and now his "partner" has been torched.
And it seems his radio has been busted in all the hubbub. Slag it all.
Hmm. He -could- join up with the pink chopper and take the femme out and pin the blame on him when he finds the rest of the 'Bots...but that'd cast him in a shady light.
Well, slag. He's gonna have to play hero, isn't he?
"Ach, do try tae be more careful, lass!" he says, skidding to a stop, facing Spinister's general direction, firing off short bursts to keep him busy while Arcee recovers, or crashes, or whatever happens...
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Post by Spinister on Jul 30, 2007 21:26:33 GMT -5
Spinister watches Arcee skid with his one good optic, and he is not satisfied. Tsk, tsk, tsk. He should have taken out a tyre. He's getting abominably sloppy.
But he's done beating himself up over shot that aren't perfect. There is another 'enemy' here. He does have to make this look good, so that the Autobots won't suspect Hardwire, but he doesn't want to injure the other Decepticon too much. If the Autobot medics get a look inside him, they might discover something incriminating.
He takes light damage from Cannonball's shots. Idly, Spinister wonders where he's going to find replacement parts. He doesn't let anyone touch him for his repairs, unless they're extremely light and minor.
Spinister decides to transform to the helicopter mode, and Singe and Hairsplitter settle into their platforms, snug and cozy. This means that Nightbeat's gun is unattended. His blades whine and protest at him. The Apache strafes at Hardwire with his automatic particle beam cannons. It feels so weird to be aiming poorly on purpose. Spinister's not sure that he can even do it. As he strafes at Hardwire, he tries to move out of the area and closer to the main group.
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Arcee
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Token Girl-Bot
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Post by Arcee on Jul 30, 2007 22:52:23 GMT -5
Arcee transforms out of her skid, wincing in pain and she lands on her bad leg.
"Eat hot laser, Decepti-creep!" she snaps, as she fires off a few shots of her own at Spinister.
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Cannonball
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Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest.
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Post by Cannonball on Jul 31, 2007 21:21:03 GMT -5
"Hardwire" transforms, trying to stay light-footed and avoid the fire while popping off a few laser blasts, aiming to push the chopper away with warning fire.
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Post by Spinister on Jul 31, 2007 21:49:24 GMT -5
Spinister notes that the pink one has rather good aim. He would expect nothing less from one of her colour, but he isn't too thrilled at the little smoking pockmarks littering his frame.
Then a massive shockwave nearly knocks him out of the air.
Hairsplitter sputters, Wha-what was that?
Spinister knows, and he doesn't want to know. Rotors working furiously, he manages to stabilize his flight. Scorning wasting his ammunition and effort on the Autobots (ish), Spinister just puts on his preternaturally fast speed and tries to gain altitude, too. He is so out of here. Spinister got what he needed out of Nightbeat, and they're retreating, anyway.
OOC: Consider me out of this thread. If you need to take pot shots, you can head over to the Retreat thread.
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Arcee
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Post by Arcee on Aug 1, 2007 22:32:22 GMT -5
Arcee stops firing when the shockwave hits, partly because it causes her to have a lot of trouble standing. So much trouble, in fact, that she falls down, landing on her bad knee again and crying out in pain.
"What on Earth was that?!"
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Post by Kup on Aug 2, 2007 16:45:39 GMT -5
Kup chases Wreckage for a bit, but before either of them have caught up with the main fray, there is an incredible shockwave. Kup is already in his most stable form, and although the force of the blast causes him to skid impressively, he's able to pull out of it quickly and roll to a stop. "Damn. Not bad," he mutters to himself, and then he's rolling again!
It's obvious that the Decepticons are retreating, and Kup would love to give chase, but most of them can move a hell of a lot faster than he can, and from what he's been hearing, there are plenty of wounded Autobots that take priority, anyway. He slows down as he hits the debris cloud, but doesn't quite stop, and though it takes him some time to find anyone, eventually he happens on one small group of Autobots. Arcee, he recognizes. The other two are new to him. One's down and looks out, and Arcee seems to be struggling... Kup quickly concludes the unconscious mech must be Nightbeat.
He may be no detective, but you don't need a crystal ball to see the obvious.
The green-gray Cybertronian pick-up rolls up to the three, headlights on in the gloom of the dust cover, and asks, "Arcee, can you transform?" It's the first question a medic asks, and Kup's no medic, but he's heard it enough to figure it's important. To the other, he says, "I'm Kup. You the Hardwire fellow she mentioned on the radio?"
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Cannonball
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Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest.
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Post by Cannonball on Aug 2, 2007 19:53:21 GMT -5
The shockwave puts Hardwire on one knee, bracing against the ground with his one hand, glancing over at the pink femme. "Sounded like some kinna a'splosion, lass!" he replies, looking the other way to see Kup pull up. To the question, he nods. "Aye, suh. Weren't aware that I were talked aboot, though. Ah think me radio were damaged in the battle." he reports, standing back up.
---- OOC:
And this is my last post til' the 12th. Cannonball can load stuff up and kinda hang back, being Not Suspcious, trying to do Autobot things. Reckon I'll worry about radio repair when I get back.
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Arcee
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Post by Arcee on Aug 2, 2007 22:44:40 GMT -5
Arcee's face immediately brightens upon seeing Kup's grizzled old mug.
"Kup! Boy, am I ever glad to see you!"
She composes herself long enough to answer his question. "I'll be out a taillight, but other than that I can manage it."
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Post by Kup on Aug 3, 2007 7:40:14 GMT -5
"Glad to hear it, lass," Kup says. "Things ain't over yet, though. We've got to get the badly injured over to the medics, and we've got to keep an eye out for stragglers. From the looks of things, not all these Decepticons can fly, so it might be some are retreating a bit slower... could still be on the field." He backs up, then drives around and backs towards the group.
"Get Nightbeat loaded up, you two, and we'll go looking for who else needs the help. It may be awhile, though. Perceptor's been pretty busy." He pauses a moment, and considers. "And... I want you to brace yourself before we get over there. Have you been able to pay attention to the frequencies? We've had to bring Prime's body over."
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Arcee
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Post by Arcee on Aug 3, 2007 22:56:25 GMT -5
"I hadn't," Arcee replies. "Been too busy dealing with one Decepti-creep after another during the fight."
She moves as she talks, moving over to where Nightbeat lay (first collecting his gun). He looked fairly heavy, as Transformers went, so she waits until she has the help of "Hardwire" to get him loaded into Kup's bed.
Realization creeps its way into her mind. "You found him? That's... that's great!"
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Post by Kup on Aug 3, 2007 23:42:39 GMT -5
Kup grunts as Arcee and Hardwire get Nightbeat moved into the back of his truck bed. "You need to get better about that, Arcee. In the middle of battle, information's coming in from all areas, and that includes the radio. Ignore the wrong source, and you could be missing that one essential bit you need to save your own neck, or someone else's. Got it?"
"And we didn't find him so much as had him brought here, Arcee. Slingshot and some other Autobot flier." Kup hesitates, considering how to put this. He's never been one for tact, though, so finally he just plows ahead. "Perceptor is repairing a critically injured Autobot, his world's Jazz, apparently, right now. Guy took a lot of damage before we even got here - we think he took it against his world's Megatron. Literally torn in two, but he's hanging on by a thread."
There's another pause, and then Kup finishes. "Arcee, Perceptor is using parts from Optimus Prime to keep Jazz alive."
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Arcee
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Post by Arcee on Aug 3, 2007 23:52:59 GMT -5
"Understood, Kup," Arcee replies.
She could not be more shocked than if he'd slapped her in the face and it's a good, long moment before she replies. Arcee is a younger Autobot, one who's never known some of the true horrors of their war.
"I... what...?"
She manages, though, to regain some composure. "He would have wanted that."
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