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Post by Sell Sword on Sept 28, 2007 0:26:52 GMT -5
A drab, olive green shape could be seen sprawled in the grass, two bladed weapons clutched in its hands, it is most definitely unconscious.
Time passes, a couple of insects crawl over the fallen shape, which shifts slightly as something that looks vaguely like a reptilian dog sniffs it and tries to chew on it.
Suddenly, there is an explosion of movement and action, one of the blades scythes forward and slices a swathe of the tall grass in half, as the other is viciously embedded into the ground, allowing the owners of the two swords to do a half flip over onto it's knees, blades held on either side of it and quite ready to disembowel anything in quite large arc.
After about half a minute of holding this pose and scanning his environment, he relaxes, allowing the blades to fall to the ground, still clutched in his hands.
Sell Sword stands up, sheathing his blades on his side as he rubs his head. He has a dull headache, and is somewhat confused and quite angry.
He had been in the middle of a mission, and he had been standing over the fallen corpse of his adversary and was about to start looting the area when suddenly everything went black. He had attributed it to him not quite finishing someone off, and had been smashed on the back of the head.
While it certainly felt like he had been smashed on the back of the head, damage reports failed to report any dents, or for that matter, very little damage. That meant that he’d been out for a time, and his self repair systems had taken care of the small cuts and bruises he had sustained.
Well, no point in sitting here. He needed to contact someone, and find something to hack apart.
// This is Sell Sword, and I have absolutely no idea where the hell I am. If I’ve been kidnapped to be hunted by some bored noble again, I’m going to cut you apart in small pieces. If on the other hand I haven’t, I’m both asking where the devil I am, and to offer my services to the highest bidder.// He broadcasts on all frequencies. Yes, he’d either get a customer, or he’d find a rich sap. Hey were just about the same thing to him.
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Post by Sell Sword on Oct 5, 2007 2:16:16 GMT -5
Sell Sword has managed to get himself a contract of sorts with the local Decepticons.... and he would see how things were going on this planet.
Maybe he'd even be able to turn a profit.
Transforming into his form as a Rooi Valk* attack helicopter, he moved off to the location given to him by Starscream.
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* Translates into Red Falcon
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Starscream
Major
"Sometimes I can almost feel it!"
strangely enough, male.
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Post by Starscream on Oct 6, 2007 19:45:12 GMT -5
A gray F-15 Jet appeared in the skies over the plains.
It had an appointment with Sell Sword, and it had arrived at the meeting point. The jet unfolded back into Starscream.
Not much to do, but wait for Spinister to join him and wait for Sell Sword to show up..
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Post by Spinister on Oct 7, 2007 0:35:36 GMT -5
A pink, purple, and teal Apache helicopter does not appear in front of the Rooivalk. No, rising up from the tall grass, the Apache appears behind Sell Sword. Beneath the beat of his blades, the waving stalks cower. The effect of him appear from out of the environmental cover may be unsettling, but a subtle show of force may help keep the mercenary in line. If Sell Sword opens fire on Starscream now, the mercenary will have to worry about Spinister getting a very clear shot on him in return.
Spinister radios just Starscream, //Reporting as ordered, my lord.//
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Post by Sell Sword on Oct 7, 2007 10:16:58 GMT -5
It would be unlikely that Sell Sword would fire at Starscream, he'd be likely to hit everything but the Decepticon emperor.
Sell Sword isn't also all that fazed by another chopper coming up behind him suddenly, Spinister is probably within in blade range if Sell Sword transformers quick enough.
Flying over to where Starscream is waiting, Sell Sword transforms back into robot mode a distance away from him.
"Well?"
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Starscream
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"Sometimes I can almost feel it!"
strangely enough, male.
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Post by Starscream on Oct 9, 2007 3:16:10 GMT -5
"Well what?" Starscream said, incredulously. "If your era's Starscream is supposed to bake you a welcoming cake, you're in for a very rude awakening. Whatever pedigree or boasting rights you've had in your own time, Sell Sword, no one here has heard of them." Starscream stood up, in an attempt to make himself look more regal. "And that includes this tone that you assume that you can use on me!"
"Now, state your terms."
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Post by Spinister on Oct 9, 2007 8:37:44 GMT -5
Spinister comes up behind Sell Sword and transforms, landing a socially acceptable distance behind, Singe the flamethrower drawn and in hand. Singe isn't aimed at anyone yet, but he's assuredly there. Spinister considers Sell Sword – a helicopter, but with a different style transform and different make and model.
He has absolutely nothing to say. He's just here to play spooky, silent henchman, and he does that very well. Spinister is quite content to let Starscream do the talking.
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Post by Sell Sword on Oct 11, 2007 6:37:49 GMT -5
"The Starscream from my universe had a reputation for bieng a violent, moraless killer. And a habitual traitor of note until he got killed." Sell Sword says, he doesn't expect to get much of a reaction from that, if its true that people from all over space and time have been bieng dragged here, then this Starscream probably knows about his fate already.
"My terms are what we discussed. You get someone who can slice through you in half a secound, I get somewhere that I can refuel and get repairs." he states cooly, his hands have moved to rest on the hilts of his blades now.
He doesn't say anything about Spinister bieng behind him, no, he's trying to figure the most efficent stroke to kill him if this goes bad.
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Starscream
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"Sometimes I can almost feel it!"
strangely enough, male.
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Post by Starscream on Oct 11, 2007 16:22:43 GMT -5
Starscream smirked. He knew something that Sell Sword knew about 'death'.
"Well, here's the thing. I am going to need some proof of these abilities you speak so highly of." He gestures to the silent one standing behind him. "This here is Spinister, one of my trusted aides. Defeat him." If you can.
OOC: And here is where Starscream is going to go out of pose order for any and all combat that takes place. I'll get a pose in from time to time, but please, you two just battle each other and don't worry about me.
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Post by Spinister on Oct 12, 2007 15:53:26 GMT -5
Spinister may not be saying anything, but he's listening well, and he does hear how Sell Sword is bragging about prowess with a blade but any mention of ranged skills is curiously absent. One would think them a selling point, if he possessed them. Perhaps Sell Sword is holding back, but he's bargaining on thin ice.
It is interesting to note that in the Mayhem Attack Squad, Spinister outranked Bludgeon, the famed martial artist and Master of Metallikato. Not only did Spinister outrank Bludgeon, but when Spinister told Bludgeon to stand down, he stood down, no matter how much he disliked it.
Now, why would such a whirling dervish with a blade stand down to a spindly fellow like Spinister?
It's a simple little thing. Bringing a melee weapon to a gun fight is generally a bad idea.
For example, when Bludgeon wanted to have an honourable duel with Carnivac, Spinister just shot Carnivac, and the problem was solved. Guns are clean and efficient.
It does not need to be said that Spinister thinks little of honour, seeing it merely as a hobble to his comrades and a weakness of his enemies. He is quite fine with taking the first shot. His only regret is that he has Singe in hand, not Hairsplitter, who is at his hip. Spinister is not about to waste the time to draw hairsplitter. Instead, he opens fire with his double-barreled nuclear-powered flamethrower, cranked all the way up to 3200 degrees Fahrenheit. Spinister aims at Sell Sword's hip joint, aiming to fuse it and leave Sell Sword an immobile wreck. Spinister has very good aim, and this is close range.
He then flips back and transforms into his helicopter mode, Nebulans taking their places as weapons on his side platforms.
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Post by Sell Sword on Oct 13, 2007 8:52:36 GMT -5
To be honest, Sell Sword was expecting something like this. He's done this a few times before.
The Flamethrower burning him, badly, was slightly unexpected. His side is burnt up, and he's probably going to have to have that entire section f his armor replaced, which is still crackling and bubbling, but he is still mobile.
Diving sideways, he arrests his trajectory with his hand, flipping back onto his feet his blades now drawn, but is disappointed to see that his foe has taken to the air. He'll have to do likewise.
Transforming into his helicopter, which is painful, the metal hasn't cooled down yet and is quite warped from the flames, he fires a barrage of highly inaccurate missiles at Spinister, which he completely expects to miss, he charges Spinister down, rotor blades angled to slice into him, and maybe provide a shield of sorts.
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Post by Spinister on Oct 13, 2007 11:16:42 GMT -5
Spinister does not get furious in battle. Anger is an untidy emotion, and sloppiness leads to mistakes. He is rather disappointed that he did not manage to fuse to Sell Sword's hip joint and end this here. The Apache flies backwards, so that he can present his weaponry to the enemy, rather than his tail boom. It is almost painful for him to note just how bad Sell Sword's aim is. Misfire has company, he sees. He doesn't even need to dodge. Spinister shifts the pitch and inclination of his own blades, accelerating back and up, trying to put some distance into this fight. This Apache is more than twice as fast as any Terran Apache should be, and he's certainly fast enough to pull up and out of the Rooivalk's charge. With Hairsplitter, his twin lock-target laser rifle, in place under his platform, he takes a moment to line up a shot. Then, Spinister fires on the hub of Sell Sword's blades and intones, the first thing he's said the whole time here, "Crash and burn." The Apache has a soft, quiet voice, with a whispery tone to it like wind whistling through a graveyard.
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Post by Sell Sword on Oct 14, 2007 7:46:14 GMT -5
Sell Sword recklessly charges forward, not bothering to dodge as the shot slams into the rotor hub, which causes him to nearly crash for a second.
The only reason he didn't go down, and why the rotor hub didn't go bang, is because it happens to form part of the hilt of his blades, which are nigh unbreakable.
Surging forward, and recovering any lost altitude, he attempts to ram Spinister again with his blades.
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Post by Spinister on Oct 14, 2007 8:39:24 GMT -5
Spinister can drop an armoured shell, forget waiting for the soft, chewy inside. Just because he can aim doesn't mean he ain't packin'. It strikes him as quite interesting that this Sell Sword shrugs off the shot to his hub, especially because the Apache himself has always had problems with blade breakage. Any number of solutions exists, but Spinister decides, considering forcefields and other more exotic ideas, that perhaps Sell Sword just has a reinforced blade assembly. How handy.
The Apache's engines whine and whirr as he continues to push himself backward and up, but it occurs to him that he either needs to get under Sell Sword or otherwise out of the way of those blades. It also occurs to him that he could just switch ammo. Why assault a brick wall with a toothpick? Infrared tracking system engaged, the Apache launches one of his two remote control-guided fusion bombs. Even if the bomb 'bounces' on the blades, the explosion may rock the other helicopter enough that Spinister will have a shot on his side.
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Post by Sell Sword on Oct 14, 2007 9:57:27 GMT -5
Sell Sword curses as he sees the fusion bomb bieng launched, and tries to swerve to one side, but the bomb impacts with one the his rotor blades, detonating.
Spinning wildly from the explosion, Sell Sword manages to transform back into his robot mode before he crashes, and manages to avert n outright crash, instead skidding to a halt on his hands and knees.
Propping himself up on one knee, he releases another barrage of inaccurate fire, though this time there's so many projectiles he may get lucky.
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