Post by Hellbender on Feb 1, 2008 18:38:01 GMT -5
Hellbender thought he heard someone stirring above that might be Eye-Fire, but he wasn't sure. Whatever it was, was very quiet.
Hellbender's cutters whirred up to speed and he burst through the pavement a few dozen feet from the coordinates--
As the chunks of pavement heaved and tumbled, Hellbender thought he heard running feet, but amid the noise of his 'attack', he still couldn't be sure. By the time the dust settled, no one was there.
Hellbender's head slewed from side to side; what about the flag? He was just about to report a no-show to Hook when his radar pinged off a metal rod in the street, and his sonar told him that it was near the texture of cloth. Perhaps it wasn't just another chunk of re-bar after all.
Sensors pushed up to full sensitivity, with a crawling sensation in the back of his CPU compartment, Hellbender nuzzled the metal rod. It moved freely, and the cloth came with it. A flag! But was it the real thing?
Eye-fire could fly, couldn't he? He could move absolutely silently if he wanted to, and his gun was powerful enough to punch holes in Hellbender's armor. He could easily set up well outside of Hellbender's sensor range. What if this was all a set-up? Still, he had his orders.
Hellbender let one set of cutters spin down to a complete halt, and nuzzled the flagstaff with them until he was pretty sure the staff was laying between a set of teeth. Then he ever so gently started the teeth turning--and stopped just as they squeezed against the flagstaff, trapping it firmly between the cutting teeth.
Flagstaff gripped in the one cutter, Hellbender slithered back into the hole he came out of. Backing up was a slower process than charging forward had been; cold, crawly things seem to skitter and jump through his circuits as he waited for the lethal shot he half-expected to come from this perfect ambush.
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OOC: Flag being at the coordinates was a moderator decision in the interests of winding up this CtF thread. No godmoding of Eye-Fire intended. If Eye-Fire's player returns soon, there's the option of it being a decoy flag and an ambush. Maybe.
Hellbender's cutters whirred up to speed and he burst through the pavement a few dozen feet from the coordinates--
As the chunks of pavement heaved and tumbled, Hellbender thought he heard running feet, but amid the noise of his 'attack', he still couldn't be sure. By the time the dust settled, no one was there.
Hellbender's head slewed from side to side; what about the flag? He was just about to report a no-show to Hook when his radar pinged off a metal rod in the street, and his sonar told him that it was near the texture of cloth. Perhaps it wasn't just another chunk of re-bar after all.
Sensors pushed up to full sensitivity, with a crawling sensation in the back of his CPU compartment, Hellbender nuzzled the metal rod. It moved freely, and the cloth came with it. A flag! But was it the real thing?
Eye-fire could fly, couldn't he? He could move absolutely silently if he wanted to, and his gun was powerful enough to punch holes in Hellbender's armor. He could easily set up well outside of Hellbender's sensor range. What if this was all a set-up? Still, he had his orders.
Hellbender let one set of cutters spin down to a complete halt, and nuzzled the flagstaff with them until he was pretty sure the staff was laying between a set of teeth. Then he ever so gently started the teeth turning--and stopped just as they squeezed against the flagstaff, trapping it firmly between the cutting teeth.
Flagstaff gripped in the one cutter, Hellbender slithered back into the hole he came out of. Backing up was a slower process than charging forward had been; cold, crawly things seem to skitter and jump through his circuits as he waited for the lethal shot he half-expected to come from this perfect ambush.
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OOC: Flag being at the coordinates was a moderator decision in the interests of winding up this CtF thread. No godmoding of Eye-Fire intended. If Eye-Fire's player returns soon, there's the option of it being a decoy flag and an ambush. Maybe.