Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Aug 4, 2007 21:06:14 GMT -5
Omega Supreme out and out glares, despite his blue optics being blind and behind him. Did that Stunticon have the gall to drive right past them and shoot and run on Swerve? He was in bad water with Omega Supreme purely because he's a Stunticon. Then he made it worse by opening the big mouth that he doesn't have and running it off.
Hook is out of range. Omega Supreme will just have to take his ire on Dead End. He takes a few steps forward, tracking Dead End's movement as he harasses Omega Supreme's fellow Autobot. Looks like Bumblebee's out of it. Bumblebee was nice to Omega Supreme. Bumblebee's injuries are probably the tan guy's fault, but Omega Supreme has never been rational in his rationales.
His head turret – it's his little gun! – swivels, and he fires on Dead End. That will teach Dead End and the tan one not to know the meaning of retreat!
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Post by Demolishor on Aug 4, 2007 22:18:53 GMT -5
"Oh, great, you brought the giant on us!" Demolishor stopped firing and started running away from the both of them, forsaking all attempts at giving Dead End cover fire. Omega Supreme was not covered in the team loyalty agreement.
//Does this guy have a grudge against you or something? Because I don't want any part of it!//
He didn't look over at Wedge, or Dead End, or even where he was going. Omega Supreme was using the little gun now, he didn't want to wait for a taste of the big one.
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Aug 4, 2007 22:39:54 GMT -5
It's not as if Wedge is trying to play some sort of damsel in distress. For all he cares, he'd rather be in Kup's position as the dashing hero to the rescue. Well, he tried that already for Bumblebee and see how far that got him? Back past square one it seems.
Wedge watches in a sort of pained haze, too stubborn to give in to the urge to just shut down. Oh, in comes Omega Supreme. A groggy frown appears on Wedge's face. 'But I wanted to be the one to shoot both of them.'
So how many people are going to play rescuer to him and Bumblebee anyways? If Wedge had been feeling any better he might be feeling quite a bit more abashed than he is now.
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Post by Kup on Aug 4, 2007 22:48:08 GMT -5
"Damned straight it would be pointless, which is why I don't wanna have to do it!" Kup shoots back. But then the giant re-announces himself. The elder grunts softly. "Looks like I won't have to." He instead starts driving forward and back, moving himself closer to Wedge and Bumblebee to more easily protect them.
He has no more taunts or threats to throw at the Stunticon. Either he'll come to his senses and leave, or he won't, and get blasted. Either solution's fine with Kup, although he's kind of hoping for the later.
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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 Aug 4, 2007 23:12:32 GMT -5
Dead End turns slightly to present the undamaged leg towards Kup, rather than the damaged one--and Omega's shot just misses him. The concussion sends him sprawling, and a great deal of dirt flying.
"Oh bloody hell! I thought he was on the other side of the mesa!" The dark red Stunticon scrambles to his feet. "Sod this!"
Dead End lifts into the air and flies low after Demolishor.
"I've had enough of this party, how about you?" Dead End asks once he catches up with the fleeing tank-former. Then he grabs hold and hoists Demolishor into the air. Flying west and low, he soon puts the mesa between him and Omega Supreme again. For a short while.
OOC: And we exit towards the "Decepticons Retreat" thread. Demolishor moved by permission of player.
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Arcee
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Post by Arcee on Aug 4, 2007 23:22:49 GMT -5
Arcee pulls up alongside Kup in time to see the Stunticon and Demolishor run off. "Yeah, you better run!" she yells in their general direction. Even if she had nothing to do with it, it felt good to yell.
In the meantime, there were wounded. "Good grief... did anyone make it through this fight?"
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Post by Demolishor on Aug 4, 2007 23:41:19 GMT -5
Certain things in the universe are made for a specific purpose. Guns are made for shooting, humans are made for running away from Decepticons, Autobots are made for killing.
Cars are not made for flying.
"A little warning next time?" Demolishor bellowed in fear, his legs kicking and flailing as they left the ground. It's not that he wasn't grateful for the save, but he'd have preferred to have a little time to brace himself.
Dead End didn't even have wings, or any visible way of holding himself up or steering, and Demolishor was forced to cling to his waist and hope the laws of reality didn't kick in before they landed.
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Aug 5, 2007 9:13:54 GMT -5
What's with the pink bot? Did T-AI get a transfer? Oh wait...alternate realities, so he just has no idea.
"I'mmmm okay," grunts Wedge as he tries to push himself off of Bumblebee. With another shower of sparks, the servos in his arms gives out and Wedge collapses back onto the other bot. "'m not scrapped."
Giving into defeat is not an easy thing for him, even if it's to his own body.
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Post by Swerve on Aug 5, 2007 10:46:38 GMT -5
He's late to bust up Dead End's face, but Swerve comes roaring in fast, covered in dents and scrapes, coated with dust, and more noisy than usual; one set of pipes is slightly out of place and rattling, the panel behind them poking out at an odd angle. He slows as he closes on the scene. Looks sort of like the tail end of a bad night at the track. All it needs is a severed limb or two lying around.
"…So," he begins awkwardly, illuminating the spider-webbed cracks in his left headlamp. He means to ask how he can help, but the words don't come easily; he doesn't usually help. "What can I do?" is what he finally manages. The most important word goes unsaid. He figures it goes without saying at this point.
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Aug 5, 2007 18:53:05 GMT -5
On the back of his head, Omega Supreme scowls as his shot misses Dead End. The little twerp has a force field, anyway. At least he and Brawl's tan cousin are skeedaddling. He doesn't waste the energy taking another shot at the Decepticons. Instead, he stands sentinel, head-gun pointed at their retreat. If they think to make one last pass to harry wounded, he'll out-and-out blow them all away. Omega Supreme will watch in this way until the danger has passed.
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Post by Kup on Aug 5, 2007 19:05:29 GMT -5
"I'm hoping we all make it through this fight, Arcee." Kup answers the younger warrior. "Just some of us are gonna need some more tending to to get there than others."
"Swerve, you wanna help? Help Arcee and Hardwire to get Wedge and Bumblebee into my back so I can get them back to the others for repairs." This might be a good time for those who know that Swerve can do repairs to actually mention it so! "And then keep an eye out for those 'Cons. They were pretty stupid for sticking around for as long as they did; make sure they don't suddenly get stupider and come back."
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Arcee
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Post by Arcee on Aug 5, 2007 23:33:48 GMT -5
Arcee transforms, somewhat painfully, but she manages it all the same. "Looks like we're gonna have some work for you, Swerve," she says.
And realization kicks in. "Bumblebee? I don't see..."
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Aug 5, 2007 23:59:20 GMT -5
"Bumblebee's right 'neath me," says Wedge, his attempts to wriggle off the yellow bot have stopped. He turns his head and tries to look in the direction of Kup and the others, a silly smile on his face. "Swerve says he cn' fix thing, yah know?" The smile pulls into a frown as his body complain quite loudly to him about his attempts a movement. "Mention'd it back after I dug him out of that hole."
Another stab of pain from his elbows and Wedge hides his face again, not quite willing to display his weakness of not being able to keep a stoic face. He's a tough guy, he wants to show that.
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Post by Swerve on Aug 6, 2007 6:26:25 GMT -5
Swerve will learn to keep his trap shut about some things one of these days.
"…Whatever," he mutters in a tone that implies, and correctly, that he's only letting himself be roped into unexpected repair work because he feels he owes Wedge something. He transforms with customary speed, his shoulder less noisy this time, and takes a moment to look over the prone orange mech, the scores and gashes on his own arms and chestplate forgotten for the time being. Wedge's knees are only superficial damage; some spare metal and the right tools could have new plating fabricated quickly enough. Laser burns and pits are nothing a little time and paint – maybe a quick application of a welder for the nastier spots – can't fix. Bending that shoulder… thing… back into shape could go either way. The elbows look thoroughly trashed.
Wedge is, to put it in technical terms, a slagging mess. He certainly isn't scrapped, though. Swerve hunches over and, player willing, sees to easing Wedge off the other mech. Bumblebee. What a screwy name.
"Let's get him loaded up first," he says, nodding at Bumblebee, with a quick glance to Arcee and that Hardwire fellow. She probably shouldn't be lugging around offlined mechs if she doesn't want to screw up that knee any more, so Swerve focuses on the one with the wacky paint job. Let's assume Hardwire's being helpful.
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Aug 6, 2007 9:24:23 GMT -5
Omega Supreme continues to glare at the specks that dart and swarm on the horizon. Is one of them that lunkhead Slingshot? The Aerialbots were a bunch of dumb kids, some days, but Slingshot made some days most days. Still, Omega Supreme couldn't help but want to look out for the kid, especially with a Stunticon on the prowl.
They're supposed to have another flier out there, too. He really can't fire at those pernicious little black dots, can he?
Sighing the sigh of the movement of continents, he collapses down into rocket base mode. To put it frankly, he looks like he took a shower in a meteor shower. His gangplanks extend out, and he waits to be boarded.
Omega Supreme has failed both his duties here, and he knows it. He shan't complain about playing taxi now.
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