Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jul 31, 2007 14:54:14 GMT -5
Skyblas curses as he overshoots and doesn't even nail his enemy. As for the reply shots, he's smaller than a normal fighter jet, and when he's in the air, it's nothing but air that's going to touch him back. He is keeping an optic on Xaaron, who seems pretty useless to him. How does he even transform? He's a lot more interested in the blue jet. Hunting down Decepticons in their own element is Skyblast's kind of challenge. Quickly, he takes in what's going on. Slingshot's still after the car. Jazz is getting repairs. Two tiny little Autobots have joined them, and one is wearing a strange symbol. Frenzy has some competition, Skyblast sees. There is an exquisite light show in the sky. That reminds himH he really ought to get some spotlights and lasers that he can use for showing off his paintings. When the blue jet pulls up, gaining altitude, Skyblast loops over in the sky and dives. he looks like he's headed down into the ground, but he levels off his loop and pulls up under Starfighter, nearly undercarriage to undercarriage. By getting in close this way, Skyblast can avoid most jets' weapons. It takes a special sort to try to melee fight in mid-air. He spins on his longitudinal axis, trying to slice Starfighter with a blade-edged wing from below. Skyblast puts the knife back into knife-edge pass.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 31, 2007 15:27:56 GMT -5
While he's down, Emirate Xaaron considers a few things. Bumblebee was fighting a big flying shark, which is now gone. There was a dark blue Seeker engaging Omega Supreme, in addition to the other Seekers. The Wreckage fellow that Kup was fighting is pulling away. There was also a hovercraft - he shot at Omega Supreme. Starfighter really wants to pull out of here. Finally, Hook has been scarce the whole fight.
He licks his lips, thinking, and tastes only dry, black dust. The last he heard about Hook was from Perceptor, Omega Supreme's screaming aside. Perceptor had said that Hook took down the base's defences. There was no one to stop Hook from getting in, which just may explain the light show on the mesa.
There are Decepticons missing and Decepticons relocating, and there's a power plant acting strangely. Oh, Primus.
Flipping over, Treaddraft props himself up with one arm and holds up the concussion blaster with the other. He yells, "Get out of the way, Starfighter!" and pulls the trigger several times.
Naturally, as a civilian, Treaddraft has pretty bad aim, as the shots which he must mean for Skyblast seem more pointed at Starfighter himself, when they aren't going completely wide in a display that would make even Triggerhappy look good.
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Post by Perceptor on Jul 31, 2007 15:50:04 GMT -5
// I believe I have adequate assistance, Kup, if you are required elsewhere. Thank you. //
"My apologies. I did not mean for so many to be drawn away from the battle. Thank you Synapse. It is good to see you again, Wheelie, although I believe you will not know me yet. You are Holi? " Perceptor asks the littlest mech.
He starts to nod, reinforcing Long Haul's summation when Jazz's systems fluctuate, grabbing his attention briefly. Hands move almost of their own volition, working to set back what the sudden jar had pulled apart.
"Ah, yes. That is correct. Jazz is currently patched into my power relays to support his funct-"
Dizziness in a hard wave washes over him as Jazz tries to awaken, tries to move and claw his way back to consciousness. Perceptor reaches out, steadying himself against the side of Long Haul's bed as his own systems threaten to start shutting down at the sudden drain.
Energy Reserves: 30%
Initial warnings are starting to cue up on Perceptor's diagnostics, counting down the time remaining before his systems initiate emergency stasis protocols, and that time is dwindling far too quickly. The others do not need to know how quickly, though. He shakes his head, fighting past the dizziness of increased power drain with a faintly apologetic expression.
"He cannot afford an interruption of systems augmentation until he is more stable. Stability will be more easily achieved once I am able to retrieve certain parts," he continues explaining, studiously ignoring the brief pause as he'd fought to maintain consciousness. "Upper torso first, Synapse? Most of the materials I require immediately can be found there."
He's calm. He's cool. He's outwardly totally collected as the battle continues to rage and more injuries are racked up by both sides. He may not be a medic by protocol, but years of Ratchet's patient tutelage must surely count for something, correct? He can do this, and do it without flinching in front of the others when he's forced to carve into the shattered remains of the once-Prime he'd been unable to save. He can.
He must.
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Jul 31, 2007 16:10:39 GMT -5
Synapse can't help but worry when he hears that this Jazz has been patched into Perceptor's power relays. Fast and efficient work will have to be the name of the game then.
Upper torso, right. Synapse nods and makes towards the upper half of Optimus Prime. Funny how his first time encountering and touching the great Autobot leader would be when the Prime was dead. Slightly trembling arms wrap under one shoulder. Granted, one half of Optimus Prime is probably a lot lighter than one whole of Optimus Prime, Synapse isn't one of the strongest bots around. He looks in askance at the two newest additions to the two small mechs.
"May I ask for some assistance?"
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Post by Long Haul on Jul 31, 2007 16:43:05 GMT -5
When Xaaron gives his orders over the radio, Long Haul is about to correct him and point out that the annoying Decepticon car seems to have sped off to leave him alone, but then he reconsiders. If getting Omega Supreme to concentrate on the power station would save Hook's life, Long Haul can get behind that kind of order. Besides, the longer this battle goes on, the more the injuries pile up.
So he just sits, carefully still, and goes back to hoping that no one dies back there.
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Holi
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Post by Holi on Jul 31, 2007 18:44:52 GMT -5
Holi's only reaction to Perceptor's query is, at first, a blink of his visor. It takes him a few seconds to get his vocorder working.
"Y-yes," he says, "of course I am! Doctor, don't you rememb–" Oh. Wait. This is a different Perceptor, isn't it? This one never met Holi, or gave him a systems check-up. Even though he looks exactly the same, he isn't the same. The Micromaster wallows for a moment, confused and upset by this newest turn. How can a familiar face be so unfamiliar?
Synapse's request snaps Holi back to the present. He blinks again before his slack, saddened expression firms with determination and he nods.
"I'll help." He starts over, then pauses and turns back to Wheelie. "Don't worry," he says, "we'll be safe here." Or maybe Wheelie just doesn't like the idea of getting near a dead body? "…You don't have to if you don't want to," Holi adds with an understanding smile that hides the uneasiness he feels at the thought. Then away he strides, over to help Synapse however he can. The body is much larger than he is, but he's stronger than he looks!
Strength doesn't help him much when sheer size makes things awkward, he decides as he tries to negotiate the shoulder opposite Synapse. It takes a little work to get his grip secured so he can lift. Do they have to hoist it up to Perceptor or will he reach down?
This would be easier if he still had that cable.
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Jazz
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Post by Jazz on Jul 31, 2007 19:29:02 GMT -5
Clawing. Fighting. Struggling.
He's been a fighter for a long time, often going up against warriors bigger than he is-- with mixed results. It may have been for his own protection that often times Jazz was sent to take care of the 'small ones'. Or it may have been that Optimus knew that sometimes the most dangerous ones were the smallest.
Just like Jazz.
He can't stay down, not when there's a fight going on. Jazz struggles against the quiet, against the dark... and for a single moment, a flash of red tells him that while there is pain, he's not in the grip of a giant. He's not alone.
"Perc..." Looks like vocalizer might have been one of the systems that crashed. He's not going to be able to finish whatever it was that crossed his mind. No babbling for now. Pale blue optics retain their light for a few seconds, then darken, as Jazz loses the tenuous grip on consciousness. The dark is deep, and slippery. And it will be a while before he'll be able to do that again.
Good news for Perceptor. The patient's not moving-- and the drain decreased the moment Jazz went under again.
No bad news, other than Jazz can't talk right now.
But that's probably only bad news for him.
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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 Jul 31, 2007 22:06:31 GMT -5
Dead End runs his radar as he flees--they know he's here, and he wants a good picture of the combat situation. So, only Slingshot is chasing him, the other Aerialbot appears to be mating with Starfighter in mid-air. How peculiar. Whatever he's doing, it's probably not helpful to Starfighter. Unfortunately, Dead End isn't the one with the long-range, vehicular-mounted anti-aircraft weaponry. That's Drag Strip.
He might be able to retrieve Starfighter if he fell, though. // Starfighter, take this fight northwest! // he broadcast, while dodging Slingshot's shots.
Now what could he do about Slingshot? Dead End was much slower than the ill-tempered Harrier jet; the Harrier was very manouverable; unlike say, Silverbolt, Slingshot could hug these buttes almost as well as Dead End. Not to mention there were no convenient buttes out this way.
Dead End swerved north, heading for the billowing dust and sand and smoke of the shattered mesa. There was more than one way to get an annoying jet off one's back...
OOC: Dead End zooms off to the Omega Supreme vs. Cons thread.
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Post by Starfighter on Jul 31, 2007 22:55:40 GMT -5
Not good not good not good!
Skyblast's blade carved a long, shallow groove into Starfighter's underside and he screeched as he pulled up and away. Nothing too impairing, but painful as all get out and enough to make him speed up past what he normally would have considered a sane velocity.
If Starfighter had been calm enough to listen to something beyond the furious screaming of his pain sensors and the roar of thrusters, he would probably have yelled at Treaddrift to stop helping him. As it was, all he noticed was that yet another person was attacking him and accidentally came to the right conclusion.
//Yes, sir! And Treaddrift's shooting at me, I don't think he's on our side anymore!//
As per Dead End's orders, Starfighter shot off towards the northwest and, hopefully, safety.
OOC: Moving to the retreating thread now.
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Wheelie
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Post by Wheelie on Aug 1, 2007 23:09:36 GMT -5
Wheelie is now more confused than ever.
"Big red bot knows Wheelie? How can it this be, does he mean it, really?"
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Post by Slingshot on Aug 2, 2007 13:22:13 GMT -5
Slingshot is hot on Dead End's tail and thus follows him to the Omega Supreme thread.
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Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 2, 2007 15:43:53 GMT -5
There's contact, and Skyblast can feel the blade tear into the blue jet - Starfighter, the guy on the radio said. He can tell it is just a shallow cut. He can't pivot enough to really sink the blade into Starfighter. For a moment, Skyblast muses that there's something grotesque about how readily, how easily he took to fighting these Decepticons, these people he doesn't even know. The battle was already started when he arrived, and he can't say for sure who started it. The doubts wash away when he remembers Jazz in two pieces in the back of a truck, half dead and half alive. These Decepticons may not have done it to Jazz, but being an Autobot clearly means the same thing to the red robot and the green truck that it does to Skyblast's people. He has to trust their judgement about these Decepticons. But man, do they have horrible aim. Several concussive blasts rock his frame as the blue jet pulls away from him. Was that lavender guy yelling at Starfighter to get out of the way? A disapproving slouch steals over the Valkyrie. He's supposed to scram and figure out where the Decepticons have gone, anyway, and he's all too glad to be away from the aimless Autobot. Before his repair systems can really sink into the concussion damage, a much bigger shockwave blasts through the air, and little, light Skyblast is sent spinning wing over wing. Full seconds pass before he recovers. To the wind, he grumbles, "What in the All... what in the blazes was that?" Skyblast pulls up, and he has his answer. Whoa, there was a power station there a minute ago. These Autobots do not mess around. Maybe if he tails Starfighter, he can figure out where the other Decepticons are. Looks like the Decepticon is pushing the envelope. He'd better be careful, or he might get a papercut. Skyblast throws himself into the chase and follows Starfighter. OOC: Follows Starfighter right out of the thread! Mind not me. I'm off to get my happy aft shot down by half a dozen Decepticons for being nosy.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 2, 2007 19:15:44 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron watches Starfighter and Dead End pull out of the area with grim satisfaction. Treaddraft has done his job. Perceptor can safely finish with Jazz. Speaking of Perceptor, the scientist needs his weapon back.
Emirate Xaaron stands up. Treaddraft said he might have a broken leg. Emirate Xaaron was lying. He has a habit of doing that. Tilting the rifle back to rest against his shoulder, he starts the trek over to where many of the other Autobots have gathered.
Why was this such a clusterfrag? They were too confident. They thought that Omega Supreme could get there quickly enough to handle anything. They thought that the Decepticons didn't have anything that could match Omega Supreme. They weren't prepared for wounded. He radios his fellows, thoughtful.
A shockwave knocks Emirate Xaaron over and out of his mullings. He gets himself up off the ground, shakes himself off, and continues walking.
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Post by Perceptor on Aug 2, 2007 19:38:35 GMT -5
A moment of quick systems checks proves that Jazz is merely back under again, rather than slipping quietly away. Perceptor heaves a small sigh of relief and sets his tools aside to stand and stretch to the limit of the cables and wires splicing the wounded mech's systems into his own.
"My apologies, Holi," Perceptor offers sympathetically. He cannot help but wonder what Holi's Perceptor is like, and if he'd have more in common with that alternate than he would with Xaaron's version of himself.
"If the date Holi transmitted to Kup is accurate, I come from a time in your future, Wheelie, where we have met," he explains as he leans down to assist with lifting their burden into reach.
Perhaps there is an advantage to being supplied with these remains, rather than any other; Perceptor is intimately familiar with the placement of needed components from his own failed attempt at repairs. That doesn't make Optimus any lighter, unfortunately. With effort - and an optic cast back at Jazz to be certain that Perceptor isn't about to dislodge vital cables - they almost get the partial body heaved into Long Haul's bed when the distant butte shatters and lights up in a massive explosion. Perceptor has just enough time to lament the loss of energy that Jazz needs very badly right now, when the shockwave rolls over them.
The greyed corpse is flung the rest of the way into Long Haul's bed, even as Perceptor tumbles down, narrowly avoiding landing on Jazz with a feat of frantic agility that will surely have strained servos not designed with that range of motion in mind. Perceptor's vision greys for a moment as the jarring impact of kinetic force and his own tumbling mass vibrate unstable connections, causing a brief power spike. The dragonette in the corner starts squalling most insistently even as Perceptor scrambles to check on Jazz and his work.
"Is everyone all right?" Perceptor calls.
Even as his hands work to set aright that which the shockwave pulled loose and jarred, sub-routines are already processing force calculations, applying them to known and estimated values of mechanism toughness. He worries for Omega Supreme who had propagated the explosion from point blank range.
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Aug 2, 2007 22:43:13 GMT -5
Saying that he's alright would be utterly optimistic. Synapse's main vision fritzes for a couple seconds as he had knocked his cranial against something hard and very unyielding in the midst of the shockwave. He's not the sturdiest or heaviest mech around, that's for sure. Well, at least Prime--the spare parts--makes it into Long Haul's bed. Another warning pops up, adding to the cluster already growing at the edge of his vision. At this rate, he's going to have to shut down his right surveillance node entirely. Having one third of his visual input coming in a blur doesn't help the situation.
"I'll be okay," Synapse murmurs rubbing at his right crest, pointedly ignoring the few pieces of glass from his windshield that come loose and drop to the desert sand. What about that little Autobot? Holi? "Holi? Are you alright?" Where is he again?
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