Fiddling While Alien City Burns

[Pee-Dee-3]

A rust-colored motorcycle jolts and bounces its way towards a damaged, burning section of the city. This area of town used to be in pristine shape, up until a few minutes ago when Pee-Dee used her shotgun.

Now, one building has had half its roof and most of its upper floors on that side blasted off, and all the surrounding buildings show either damage from the explosion or flying shrapnel. Fire burns merrily inside the building she hit, and the heat shimmer blurs the rising black smoke.

Pee-Dee transforms and laughs again. Judge Dredd was the best rolemodel ever! (Never mind, that she was more of a Dark Judge than a proper Judge.) Oh, how she loved her Arbitrator!

Now, how could she go about spreading the flames more without wasting another shell?

[Bluestreak-3]

A silver Datsun pulls up to the flaming building, then transforms. Bluestreak examines Pee-Dee's handiwork with a critical optic, head cocked to one side. Then he turns to the Junkion and gives an apprecetive nod.

"Nice shot," he remarks in a low voice.

He's a mech of few words, so Pee-Dee will be lucky to get more out of him than that. He raises his ion-pulse rifle slightly, as if asking if she wants company on this little mayhem-run. He's hardly a social mech, but two can wreak chaos better than one, and at the moment he prefers chaos to solitude.

[Pee-Dee-3]

"Ain't it just?" Pee-Dee rests her hands on her hips, then turns in a slow circle to scan the skyline. This looked like a pretty typical Gillanese city, which meant that maybe things here worked a lot like they did back home.

So a heavy bombardment of ions applied right... there it was!

"Shoot that," Pee-Dee instructs, pointing at a streetlight with a satellite dish atop it. "See if you can get it down the dish."

She loved the way light tended to be chained to a central node, and hitting the node with enough energy would make it go up like a magnesium flare, and then so would the other lights-!

"Dig through the ditches, and burn through the witches,"¹ she sing-songs to herself.

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1. "Dragula", Rob Zombie

[Bluestreak-3]

Bluestreak finds himself grinning again -- strange, he hasn't smiled this much in a long time. He likes the way Pee-Dee thinks. Well, his aim with the ion rifle isn't the best, but he'll give this a shot...

Hefting the weapon to his shoulder, he sets his sights carefully and pulls the trigger. A stream of blue energy slams into the light, sending it up in a flare of white light...

[Nightbeat-3]

There's a sound of applause as Nightbeat approaches.

"Bravo, dollface. Not half bad, especially for a dame."

[Pee-Dee-3]

"Oh, well done!" Pee-Dee beams as the streetlight goes up in a flare of white, and then spokes of them go up in an outward spiral from the central node.

Then Nightbeat just has to comment. She scowls as she turns towards him; his tendency to expect so little capability from her was getting very annoying.

"What would you say," she asked as she stalked towards him, the slight swing of her hips becoming a little more pronounced. "If I called you a brutish fossil, symbolic of a decayed era gratefully forgotten?"¹

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1. "Demolition Man"

[Bluestreak-3]

Bluestreak spares Nightbeat a look -- not a brief disinterested glance, but not a gawk or a stare either. Just a look that shows he clearly acknowledges the gangster's presence, then his optics drift away as he moves on to better things. Why those two like to harrass each other he'll never know. Why waste time and energy bickering when there's a city to level?

He continues to fire his shoulder missiles, electing to fan them out in widespread destruction rather than focus on a single building. He does keep an audial tuned to the conversation, however -- if one of them elects to get physical, he'll gladly help the other break his/her face in. Nothing personal, you too, he's just itching for a fight.

[Nightbeat-3]

"Aw, youse know youse like it, toots," Nightbeat snaps back, with what he thinks is a charming grin on his face.

[Pee-Dee-3]

That's not bickering, Bluestreak, that's flirting for evil people!

"No, I like it when you put an offer on the table to do some data-exchanges, mm." Her optics flicker dim and a sultry smile curves her lips. "I like that a lot."

"But!" Her smile turns into a sassy grin, and she jabs a finger at his chest. "It doesn't make up for all the 'for a dame's you keep tossing around. Oh, Bluestreak-!"

Pee-Dee turns on her heel and prepares to go sauntering back to her pretty carboi.

[Bluestreak-3]

Bickering, flirting, idle gossip -- all the same to him. Waste of energy that could be better spent observing, or better yet, shooting. Prime gave them an opportunity, and he's not about to waste it running his vocalizer.

At Pee-Dee's call he does perk up and turn her way. He tends to be a loner and prefers it that way, but Pee-Dee isn't bad company at all...

Then he hears Synapse's call over the radio, and the slight, mad grin returns. Jets approaching. Excellent. It's been a long time since he had the pleasure of firing upon an airborne target...

[Nightbeat-3]

If he lived to be twice as old, he was never gonna figure out them crazy dames. But he didn't have to understand 'em, he just had to... Well, let's leave this dirty little thought alone.

He hauls out his rifle. "Gonna be a hot time in the ol' town tonight."

[Pee-Dee-3]

All Nightbeat really needed to do to elevate himself to 'perfect in all the important ways' was to stop implying that it was weird that she was good at what she did. But then again, if he was perfect, she'd probably have to beat Arcee off with her truncheon, and hellcat-fights tended to lead to getting dumped in mud or Jello.

"Some like it hot, and some sweat when the heat is on. Some feel the heat and decide that they can't go on. Some like it hot, but you can't tell how hot till you try. So like it hot, so let's turn up the heat till we fry!"¹ The fact that that's usually a lust song does not stop Pee-Dee from singing it as death metal.

Then Synapse's warning comes in over the radio, and her face practically lights up. "Yes! I was hoping to find some more parts. But the silly jetbois are going to have all the fun!"

She scowls and hauls out her shotgun again, pumps it to reload (she really needs to leave it loaded before she puts it away, bad cop-girl), then fires- In the general direction of where the jets should be coming in from. It won't hit them, she well knows, but it'll make another fire blossom out there in the dark.

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1. "Some Like it Hot", Robert Palmer

[Bluestreak-3]

Bluestreak doesn't bother with aiming toward Synapse's coordinates just yet. When he fires, he prefers to actually HIT something. But he'll only need to wait, he figures. They will come... they will come...

[Nightbeat-3]

Nightbeat really can't help it. Playing to his cliche, after all.

"Remember what dey say. Dey pull an energo-knife, youse pull a blaster. Dey put onna our guys in the repair bay, we put onna dere guys in the junkyard. Dat's the Iacon way!"

[Pee-Dee-3]

Pee-Dee chuckles. "You know that's a copper's line, don't you?"