Thundercracker
Minor
Accomodatus the Obliging, Costumer Extraordinaire
Maybe they should just move my berth to repair bay and have done with it...
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Post by Thundercracker on Oct 15, 2007 23:36:26 GMT -5
Thundercracker's head jerks up at the sound of rotors. Blades? Vortex? Neither of those options are good... Or is this someone else entirely, a mech from another universe? Or just someone he hasn't met?
The helicopter is bound for their direction, by all appearances preparing to strafe. No sigils on this thing... Autobot, Decepticon, or rogue? No time to wonder if it's going to attack. Thundercracker continues to support the still-woozy Starfighter while arming his drone rocket. Locking the missile onto the target, he lets it fly.
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Wreckage
Major
One of the Quiet Ones
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Post by Wreckage on Oct 16, 2007 14:32:05 GMT -5
Correct, Skystrike; Wreckage is not the type to pull out strange instruments and use them to render others unconscious. He is instead the type to draw his swords and use them to render unto others – Autobots, as a rule – slow, painful death. This approach is usually a poor one for practical jokes, so it may be for the best that he is not the pranking sort. Such things are apparently best left to Decepticons like Needlenose.
The low whir of rotors inbound draws Wreckage's attention from the Berkut and her explanation and he glances skyward. It sounds wrong for a Pave-Low. That helicopter is, indeed, not the massive hound of Lord Megatron; it is wholly unfamiliar… to Thundercracker, too, it seems, unless the Seeker makes a habit of firing on comrades. Wreckage lifts one machine gun to bear and it arms with a resounding clack as he takes aim, but he withholds for now. He can wait to see what the missile will do first.
And maybe, just maybe, he would like to see if the helicopter can manage to close enough for the sword.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Oct 16, 2007 18:16:22 GMT -5
"Why else? It's a prank-" She begins to answer until the sound of approaching rotors also attracts Skystrike’s attention. It was rather hard to ignore, especially when the only helicopter the Decepticons had so far was someone like Spinister. This, however, wasn’t Spinister, Skystrike realized as she looked skywards. For one, the stranger didn’t have bright hot pink as part of their color scheme. On closer observation the helicopter didn’t have a faction symbol, although it seemed pretty damaged which is odd considering the fact that it looked like it was about to strafe them—
She couldn’t quite help taking a step back when Thundercracker suddenly sent a missile flying. Making sure to give the other seeker a slightly indignant look at the lack of forewarning, she then lifted and aimed her shoulder cannons at the new arrival, preparing to fire. It would’ve been better to send off a series of warning shots first rather than jumping the gun and sending a missile, but who was Skystrike to question the methods of the Decepticon elite?
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Post by Sell Sword on Oct 17, 2007 8:40:29 GMT -5
If Sell Sword had eyes to widen in this mode, they would have fallen out. He was not expecting to be fired on as he came towards the Decepticon base, he at least expected Star Scream to broadcast they had sort of taken him on board.
Taking immediate evasive action, Sell Sword banked left and down hard, hoping the missile would start going wide and he'd be able to out turn it.
No such luck. As the missile kept its course, and began to near, sell Sword transformed in mid air, catching the blades from the transformation in his hands as he fell. As he slammed into the ground, he raced for a largish building, and using a double stroke with his two blades, collapsed a wall and dived in, unheeding of the floors blocking his path as the missile slammed into it, detonating and throwing rubble, grit and smoke up for quite a distance.
As the dust settles, and the pieces of rubble still airborne begin to strike the ground. Only a pile of rubble, and a few fires, are where Sell Sword dived for cover.
After a few seconds though, the rubble begins to shake, and then stir. A Figure eventually bursts from the stricken building, blades still in hand, and a lot worse for wear than when he dived in.
A stream of alien curses, most extremely loud and violent sounding, emanate from the dented and scratched Transformer. Despite this, he doesn't seem to be taking any hostile action other than waving his swords around.
Firing at him now would probably earn you a hacked off limb. Or two.
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Post by Starfighter on Oct 17, 2007 10:56:48 GMT -5
Starfighter lifts one of his guns and aims at Sell Sword in a rather wobbly fashion. Going by Decepticon records for hitting the broadside of a barn while sober, he'd probably be an expert marksman at this point.
But he holds off on shooting, trying to get the fuzz out before he accidentally puts a hole through his own head.
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Thundercracker
Minor
Accomodatus the Obliging, Costumer Extraordinaire
Maybe they should just move my berth to repair bay and have done with it...
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Post by Thundercracker on Oct 17, 2007 12:44:04 GMT -5
Thundercracker takes an involuntary step back as the unidentified mech rises from the rubble, bearing wicked-looking blades and shouting violently. He holds off firing any more, as the mech doesn't appear to be attacking. All the same...
//Thundercracker to Decepticons, we have an unidentified mech at the fountain. Helicoptor alt mode, no sigils. Anyone have an ID for him?//
Yes, he's heard about Sell Sword on the radio. Nobody happened to drop a description of him, however...
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Wreckage
Major
One of the Quiet Ones
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Post by Wreckage on Oct 18, 2007 11:31:32 GMT -5
Wreckage simply watches, following cautiously with his machine gun, as the strange helicopter – Sell Sword, he is identified on the radio, apparently an ally – goes to ground and evades Thundercracker's missile. Another random building destroyed, and fleetingly, Wreckage wonders if Shortround managed to pick it clean beforehand. Ah well. Perhaps this end is for the best, really, collateral damage and flying rubble aside. If Thundercracker worries so for simply having fired, imagine his consternation should it have connected.
The ICV remains unfazed when Sell Sword bursts from the rubble of the building spewing raw vitriol; he need not understand the words to parse the anger fuelling them, but… really, he has heard worse in his time. Soldiers invariably learn first the foulest words of the local language when they arrive to foreign lands. Wreckage has served with several such warriors. He has also served with Brawl, and all other berserkers pale in comparison.
What brings Wreckage pause for a moment is neither the language nor the rage, but the sight of blades. Helicopter blades, crude but effective weapons that they make, wielded in hand like unmounted swords. Another close-combat fighter, then? Intriguing, if unimpressive in the way he wildly brandishes his weapons. All the same, Wreckage quiescently lowers his gun. It remains armed, however, and he readies the blade on his other arm. Simply precautionary measures as he takes several steps toward Sell Sword.
"I… suggest you stand down," he intones quietly. It is a suggestion the helicopter would be wise to follow.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Oct 18, 2007 22:59:34 GMT -5
Skystrike lowers her shoulder cannons by a fraction when it was confirmed over the radio that the new mech was not an enemy. Of course, the building he tried hiding in still collapsed spectacularly when Thundercracker’s missile hit it. She shaded her head with her free arm as the shockwave blew miniscule pieces of debris their way, idly listening to the soft ‘plink plinks’ on her armor.
Way to go, Thundercracker. At least they weren’t close enough for the explosion to cause anymore serious injuries. Smelter knows they didn’t need more of that.
The seeker watched with an unsurprised expression when the thoroughly damaged helicopter get up from under a burning pile— And, oh looky, more xeno cussing. As if the femme over the radio hadn’t been silly enough. Sell Sword right? Made sense what with the swords he was holding.
The berkut made a low bemused sounding growl, keeping her cannon trained on the bounty hunter. She watched out of the corner of an optic as Wreckage step forth and ask the mech to stand down.
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Post by Sell Sword on Oct 19, 2007 7:23:23 GMT -5
The stream of expletives dies down as he sees that most of the mechs assembled before him start to lower their weapons. He does so too, but he's still angry at whoever launched that missile.
Freeing himself from the rubble around his legs, he begins to stalk over to them, still quite firmly griping his blades, which he holds close to the ground. People haven't been taking him seriously, and the next joker who fires on him without provocation is going to be how well they can crawl to a medic.
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Post by Starfighter on Oct 19, 2007 10:36:56 GMT -5
Starfighter's arm flops down again at Starscream's order. Things were getting too loud here and he wasn't quite sure what was going on. If only Shockwave was here to explain...
"So...he's on our side?" he asked quietly, trying again to stand on his own feet. He managed to keep his balance, although leaning on Thundercracker helped.
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Thundercracker
Minor
Accomodatus the Obliging, Costumer Extraordinaire
Maybe they should just move my berth to repair bay and have done with it...
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Post by Thundercracker on Oct 19, 2007 11:08:04 GMT -5
"Yes, Starfighter, he's working for the Decepticons," Thundercracker tells Starfighter, not taking his eyes off the mech as he approaches. He's not about to take his gaze off of Sell Sword -- it's been said that the only mercenary you ever turn your back on is a dead one, and even then you want the corpse in a few pieces just to be on the safe side.
Nor is he about to admit it was his missile that was chasing after Sell Sword. He's not stupid, after all, even if his recent actions have been proving otherwise...
"So you're the merc I've been hearing about on the Broadband," he tells Sell Sword evenly. "Have to say the name fits."
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Dead End
Major
Yes, we're all doomed. I already knew that.
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Post by Dead End on Oct 19, 2007 18:05:10 GMT -5
Dead End strolls back into the plaza with the fountain with a small box in one hand and looks from person to person. His visored gaze lingers on the demolished building for a moment.
"Would it be possible to keep the dust, ash and random explosions to a minimum for the next several hours? Since someone so kindly located a public source of running water, I intend to get polished up again."
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Wreckage
Major
One of the Quiet Ones
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Post by Wreckage on Oct 20, 2007 21:33:29 GMT -5
It seems Sell Sword is upset with having been fired upon after coming in unannounced at an apparent attack vector. How very unfortunate.
Wreckage keeps such thoughts to himself, however, and lets the mercenary pass, maintaining a cautious gaze. Dead End is spared a quick glance with a faintly tolerant cast to the ICV's stony non-expression. Polishing his armour? That seems rather… pointless, really. But whatever amuses the morose car and leaves Wreckage uninvolved.
Once Sell Sword has passed him, Wreckage flicks another quick sidelong glance, this time at Starfighter.
"You should stand on your own," he rumbles at the ineffectual Seeker, and if there is a hint of censure in his voice, he considers it well-placed. "Suppose a commanding officer saw you like… that."
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Post by Victoria Raines on Oct 20, 2007 21:35:38 GMT -5
How typical. Starscream prattled on at him the entire way back to base, then, once they reached the area, immediately left Shockwave to his own devices1. And of course, Starscream also failed to make any sort of announcement regarding Shockwave's position. Not that he cares too much about the courtesy; he is accustomed to leading, and one only has to observe him to guess that. However there are those who will need to hear it from their own "Commander." Hook, specifically.
He lands a short distance off and walks up to the group. Which means, oops, that a commanding officer does see a wobbly Starfighter. Thundercracker, Dead End- the others he does not recognize. He simply nods at the group, wondering which will know him, and which will not.
That one though- that one has a rather interesting body structure.
1 per a PM from Starscream's player.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Oct 21, 2007 3:29:09 GMT -5
Skystrike decided that she didn’t like the way Sell Sword was acting but she, nonetheless, lowered her weapons and opted instead to keep a very close optic on him and his swords. As far as she was concerned it wouldn’t do to have one’s attention averted from him with his weapons still out and maybe not even after that. Her encounters with the bounty hunter kind were, to say the least, quite unpleasant. She only cast a slightly indignant look that said ‘wasn’t me!’ around to Dead End when he appeared and commented on the ruins, mostly ignoring the little exchange between Thundercracker and Starfighter and— Polish? Her thoughts were momentarily derailed for a moment as the seeker idly wondered why Dead End would bother to polish with so much building work to do still ahead of them. Of course, that was none of her business and she certainly wasn’t complaining and that little distraction ended the moment Sell Sword walked past anyways. Skystrike bristled slightly as she turned to continue keeping an eye on the new fellow before she suddenly tensed.
If Skystrike were to ever look like a deer in the head lights, she’d probably look like a very unsurprised deer. Still, there was no denying that slightly startled look that flickered across her face when Shockwave showed up, only distantly hearing Wreckage's comment. The fact that she already knew she was probably going to see Shockwave at one time or another after he announced himself over the broadband wasn't so surprising. She just wasn’t quite expecting him to show up like this. Really, the berkut should know better; formalities were a long lost art from where she’d been in, and Starscream’s lack of formal introduction shouldn’t have startled her.
Her Shockwave or not, he still had more of Skystrike’s respect than Starscream would probably ever have. So the flier’s immediate reaction was still to straighten up and square her shoulders before hesitating and idly wondering if Decepticon salutes stayed the same over different universes.
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