Skystrike is moving again. Good. She is motivated. Even better.
"I will assist in wall placement," Wreckage declares and pivots away from the Berkut. The task requires a minor application of force and he seems the likeliest candidate of this trio to cut something. He offers no objections to Thundercracker's claim on the tripwires; he is quite content to leave that work to other, smaller hands. Instead, he sets to work, starting with the wall Skystrike has so conveniently marked already. Simply a matter of the appropriate tool for the job.
Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Jan 4, 2008 14:21:43 GMT -5
“If they’re going to be hidden, then it would be best to give me and Wreckage the location after you’re done.” Skystrike replies to Thundercracker, because prospect of setting off any of them off accidentally was always rather unappealing. She nods in answer to Wreckage, tilting her head up to ask him, “Do you need help with the walls or can I start with the supply gathering and trap setting right now?” He doesn’t look like he needs help with the walls, but it was better off to ask just incase, if only because moving pieces of walls to a place a few blocks away was rather time consuming to do alone.
//Oh, yes,// She the APC a rather large image file. //Here’s the aerial map of the area. The red dot is where we are right now and the green is where the three buildings are. I flew over some parts of the other two team’s territories, but I didn’t have enough time for further reconnaissance before we had to start planning.// There was a reason why she skipped the questioning after all.
Post by Thundercracker on Jan 4, 2008 22:53:12 GMT -5
"I'll let you know where the traps are once I've set them," Thundercracker tells the others. "Ah, thank you," he tells Skystrike upon receiving the map. "I'll add detail and transmit an updated copy once I've done a flyover of the area."
He begins to move off, making a mental list of supplies to scrounge for. Fabric, glass, something flammable, fine wire -- not so fine as to snap under tension, but fine enough to not be readily visible...
A moment to consider the wall, the distribution of weight. Could he remove sections in such a manner to leave the building unstable and ready to drop on an unwary interloper with the strike of a well-aimed missile? Something to consider as Wreckage snaps free one blade and rams it through the wall, then begins to cut. This is not what his swords were made to do; the sound his weapon makes as it slices through stonework is… unsatisfying. Perhaps there will be combat later to sate him.
"…I do not require assistance," he intones to Skystrike only after he processes the map, setting aside the freshly-cut blockade to start another piece. He is capable and strong; he can carry on well enough without aid. If his task goes more slowly than his teammates', they can finish up as a group. For now, laying as much groundwork as possible with such limited time is his priority. "Go."
If prompted again, his only reply will be the groan and scrape of his blade in the wall as he works.
Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Jan 6, 2008 15:03:34 GMT -5
Skystrike watches Thundercracker fly off out of the corner of her optic before turning her attention back to Wreckage and inclines her head slightly as she answers. “See you, then.” And with that, the berkut activates her antigravs and takes off towards the three buildings.
She only pauses on her way now and then to collect pieces of pipes and poles approximately the same diameter as the flag, snatching them off various buildings, roads and walls. They’d make flags once Thundercracker came around with the fabric. When she arrived at the designated spot, the seeker takes a moment to peer over everything before getting to work. First on the list was cutting down the trees that lined the area in between the buildings.
She sets down the metal pipes, looking momentarily at the flag still in her hand before shrugging slightly to herself and tying it to her forearm with a small length of fuse for the time being. She then unsubspaces her pipe cutter and begins to cut the trees down before hauling them off to the side for later use leaving only neatly sheared stumps, dirt and patches of grass behind. The seeker switches the cutter off after she finishes with the last batch, shifting a few stray branches aside with her heel before walking over to the center of the now cleared patch. Skystrike then digs in a shallow grove before pulling out the roll of fuse once again, this time accompanying it with a rather battered looking can of oil. After soaking the length of fuse in oil she sets one end of the roll on the ground near the groove before stepping back a few paces till her feet clanked against the concrete that circled the monument clanked against her soles. She snaps off the length and lets it drop to the floor, pouring the rest of the contents in the oil can in a line across it before moving onto repeating the steps on the other two cleared miniature parks. The explosives will have to be set up later.
That done, she switches a few setting on her shoulder cannons as she grabs a few pipes from the pile she’d left in the center of the area before activating her antigravs and hovering up the side of one of the buildings, stopping somewhere above the reach of most ground bound Decepticons she’d seen and low enough to make most fliers trying to snatch the flags have some problems. Aiming and blasting three holes into the walls was easy enough, albeit they turned out to be slanted after she slips the pipes into them. Hnh. Ah well, she still had two other buildings to go through.
Post by Thundercracker on Jan 7, 2008 0:04:48 GMT -5
Thundercracker finds fabric easily enough -- there's a shopping district not too far away, and it's a simple matter to break in and snag what he needs. Glass is also plentiful due to the number of windows in the storefronts. Wire is trickier. Slag it, isn't there a hardware store or some equivalent around here? Finally he settles for some kind of filament line from what's probably this planet's version of a sporting-goods store.
He swings by where Skystrike is working and drops off the cloth and glass, then goes airborne and sweeps the area for likely locations to place his tripwire traps. He finally decides to place one on either side of the true flag.
//Sending an updated map// he reports to Wreckage and Skystrike, transmitting the map with some more details added and the locations of where his traps will be set pinpointed in vivid orange. //Will continue to update as I map out more of the area.//
//Understood.// That is all the answer Thundercracker should require and that is all the answer he gets from Wreckage while the Stryker hoists stacks of cut wall with either arm. Time has nearly run out; whether they have their decoys set or not, they will have to carry on with the exercise. The sound he makes as he strides, quickly but not in a disorderly rush to avoid unbalancing his load and ruining what work he has done, for his destination is a resigned sound, both ventilation release and vaguely discontented hum. If that is the case, they will have to improvise and that is simply… well, that.
His pace remains steady and brisk as he places the first and second groups of barriers, mindful of the fuses left in place. He does, for a brief instant as he moves to the last blockade site, give the sections of concrete in his arms a faintly sour look. He can almost hear Brawl chortling derisively now; the lummox was useful in battle, but never did understand the necessity of preparations in a disadvantageous situation such as this. Bonecrusher would condemn him for not simply charging in to destroy the other teams or die in the attempt.
…And why do thoughts of those two occur to him now? Troublesome. He schools his expression back to neutrality as he comes to a stop and sets down the last stack of barriers. He stands straight, lifting one section, then pauses mid-reach. His internal chronometer is sounding an alert; the official preparatory time has expired.
"…Hnnh." The last group of barrier sections is set into place before Wreckage decides to cue up his teammates' frequencies. //We should regroup. Proceed with caution. Enemy contact may occur at any time from this point forward.// He will not charge in mindlessly.
Last Edit: Jan 7, 2008 23:47:25 GMT -5 by Wreckage
Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Jan 8, 2008 5:16:44 GMT -5
Skystrike finishes setting up the flags just in time, tying a grenade to a decoy flag before stepping back and examining it. It was a simple trap with a thin wire strung between the wall and the pin; three in all scattered about randomly attached to the decoy flags. The berkut only managed to make eight, all of them attached to the sides of the buildings along with the real flag, but that would do. She idly sends her thanks to Thundercracker for the updated map as she hops over one set of the walls Wreckage had finished setting up, pulling a missile out of subspace and worked quickly to hook the fuse up to the explosive before dragging the cut tree tops over to cover it and moving onto the next section.
The seeker briefly glances over the wall at Wreckage’s radio message before finishing the second missile and dragging the tree canopies over it. //Time to see how well we’ll do, I suppose.// She murmurs in reply as she vaults over the wall and leaps over the last one. It wasn’t something terribly inspirational to say but Skystrike had never been the inspirational type anyways. She simply finishes setting up the last missile before standing up, pulling the last of the cut treetops to cover it leaving only a small sidewalk for Wreckage to get through before she walks over and leans against one of the walls and looking over at the aforementioned mech.
“You two will have to move out soon,” the statement was said calmly as she glanced down to contemplate the pieces of glass the other seeker left on the ground before glancing up as Thundercracker arrived to set up his traps. The blue jet swings her legs over the wall and walks over to pick up the glass, privately radioing Wreckage, //Don’t rely on Thundercracker too much for good back up. He’s better at creating distractions.//