Jetstorm (BM)
Minor
Producer, Director, Actor, Writer, but not prop boy, Jetstorm, soon to be winner of some award.
Posts: 355
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Mar 24, 2008 12:56:36 GMT -5
// Mmm-hmm. // They can't see it, but he's nodding as well. // It's just the little group of 'em down there though. Oh yeah... I can do laser charged bombs... If you'd like, of course. // Cos that would mean getting closer, and he doesn't want that much. Leave the fighting to the bigguns.
So it's time to play the eye in the sky. He finds a good piece of cloud cover and ducks down in it, spying from there.
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Sideburn
Rookie
Must not chase Swerve, must not chase Swerve...
Posts: 211
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Post by Sideburn on Mar 26, 2008 12:19:53 GMT -5
Sideburn gives a sigh of relief as they get the last body in the pit. This doesn't last long, however.
He tilts his head as he hears something. "What's that noise?" After all, he's not used to 'Con jets.
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Wedge
Minor
NOT a reckless teen-bot
Posts: 413
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Post by Wedge on Mar 26, 2008 19:09:31 GMT -5
"Just a bit more to go."
With the body dumped with the help of everyone, Wedge can't help but feel pretty darn content as he steps away to finish the rest of the job. Though Gizmo's question brings him to a slight halt. Then in comes Rodimus's transmission.
He's screwed up. They should have gotten out of here much earlier. Wedge realizes this especially as he transforms and bulldozes a hasty covering on top of the burial pit - especially when an unfamiliar rumble fills the air - most especially as he catches sight of and identifies missiles homing in straight towards them.
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
"Wedge, transform!!" Right. Plan. "Comb--" Wait, wrong group.
He won't let himself make anymore stupid mistakes and he certainly won't let anyone else get hurt because of them. "Quick, get out of the way and stick together!" If the missiles don't hit them, the least they can do is blow up and create some sort of cover for the little group out of the huge upheaval of sand that is sure to follow any sort of explosion. There's a chance that they could get away in that confusion--as long as no one gets hit first.
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Gizmo
Rookie
Blue and Nerdy
Posts: 147
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Post by Gizmo on Mar 26, 2008 22:24:18 GMT -5
Gizmo's first reaction to Swerve is to make a face at him, but he manages to repress the urge. Fighting amongst teammates probably isn't a good idea, after all...
The new noise homing in makes him stiffen in fear. "That sounds like Seekers!" he exclaims, visor flickering in fear. His first impulse is to transform and bolt again, and it takes every ounce of his willpower to avoid doing so now. Instead he arms his shoulder cannon, just to be on the safe side, and turns toward the source of the sound...
In time to see the missiles homing in.
"ACK!" Well, a single shout is better than the long drawn-out Wookie-wailing of before, isn't it? Deciding that Wedge's advice sounds like a really good idea right now, he scrambles to get out of range.
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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...
Posts: 259
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Post by Thundercracker on Mar 26, 2008 22:35:59 GMT -5
Once Skystrike has fired her missiles and gotten clear, Thundercracker surges ahead, releasing a sonic boom that shakes the entire desert floor and causes sand to fly upward in a blinding reverse-rain.
//Take that, ground-pounders,// he thinks in satisfaction, pulling around to make another pass...
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Post by Swerve on Mar 28, 2008 1:34:41 GMT -5
Smelted Decepticon fliers. Swerve had enough of them at the mesa.
"This? This is a good reason we should've just stripped the things and left!" he snarls at no-one in particular, drawing his cannon and unlocking it with a follow-up cry of "Cyber Key Power!!" He holds his position as the Cyber Key splits the sky in a crimson bolt and he takes aim on the incoming missiles; getting out of the way won't matter as much as just getting gone if he can just shoot them down.
His shots go wide, however, when a second blue jet blasts in louder than any explosion he's ever heard – too loud. The shockwave knocks him flat and pain slams through his head while the world goes dead silent. No sound… his audio cluster's been knocked offline and his head's ringing, but he rolls to his feet, moving on his toes and turning, firing again. One missile explodes in midair, raining shrapnel down with the falling sand; the other slips past and the sand erupts with soundless fire. He can feel the impact through the ground and through the air, but he hears nothing. He can't even hear himself shouting curses at the Decepticons while he keeps firing after that second flier. He knows the command to his vocorder goes through and he feels the vibration in his frame, but he can't make out a single syllable of his own words.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 28, 2008 3:09:46 GMT -5
Skystrike banks hard, pulling into a sharp mid air U-turn as her canards and ailerons twist against the air, turning her back in the direction of the Autobots. The momentum from her earlier flight drags her a few dozen meters backwards before her thrusters win over and propels her forwards again. She could feel the residual shockwaves from Thundercracker’s sonic boom ripple through her frame, almost deafening even at this distance. With somewhat grudging respect, she watches the unsettled dust roil over the desert like a ground bound storm cloud. As dim as he sometimes was, Thundercracker still had power on his side.
The berkut arcs so that her path was perpendicular with her earlier run, bringing herself further away from Thundercracker’s fading trail and any laser fire that’d been following him. After that, it was a simple matter of speeding up once more and pelting the dust clouds with her own laser fire.
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Jetstorm (BM)
Minor
Producer, Director, Actor, Writer, but not prop boy, Jetstorm, soon to be winner of some award.
Posts: 355
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Mar 29, 2008 0:28:24 GMT -5
"Yeoow!" Jetstorm bolts to the side, just missing the blast from Swerve, which did seem to just blast the sky in half. He frowns, and shakes his head, muttering angrily. Those down there don't know what's coming to them.. OH! There it was.
"HAHAHA ow. That looks like it HURT!" Jetstorm watches as he dips in and out of the cloud cover and then darts down as fast as his jets will take him.
// Bombs below, ha ha! // He cackles as he lets some bombs fly, being low enough to aim for the dust clouds that contain the Autobots.
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Sideburn
Rookie
Must not chase Swerve, must not chase Swerve...
Posts: 211
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Post by Sideburn on Mar 30, 2008 13:51:26 GMT -5
Sideburn scrambles at the missiles, pulling out his own gun. He doesn't get a chance to fire though before the sonic blast hits.
"Argh!" There's pain as his audios overload and offlines, and his entire frame rattles from the force. That doesn't slow him down much, as he immediately gets back up on his feet. Then with an activation cry that he can't hear, he's firing at the jets, trying to tracking them visually.
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Wedge
Minor
NOT a reckless teen-bot
Posts: 413
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Post by Wedge on Mar 31, 2008 20:07:48 GMT -5
In one moment he's upright, pulling out his cannon. In another moment Wedge finds himself hitting the ground as a shock wave seems to ram through his frame and the world is nothing but noise, spewing sand, and the sharp pain in his head. Then it pretty much just becomes spewing sand and a pain in his head. He isn't sure how much of that radio call he makes back to base makes it through.
Wedge forces himself up and starts firing up, aiming at any shadows above the flying sand. He can't hear his own commands, but his gun's firing. It throws the Buildbot off for a second, but when another explosion rocks the ground nearby, Wedge finds better things to worry about.
Then Rodimus Prime's return call comes through and he can hear the commands that quickly follow over the radio waves--not to mention the Decepticon's taunts over short-wave.
Quicky Wedge opens up a line as he continues to fire and dance around shots now peppering the ground, ignoring the unsettling vibrations that the screaming jet engines above are sending through his frame. //Guys! Don't know if you've heard or not, but we've got back-up coming up from base.// The next words are no where near as easy for Wedge. This Buildbot has a huge drive in proving himself and at the moment that is overwhelming. //They're only distracting the 'Cons from us so we've got to make a run for it while we still can.//1
1 Copy and pasted to Radio: 'Wedge to Sideburn, Gizmo and Swerve'
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Gizmo
Rookie
Blue and Nerdy
Posts: 147
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Post by Gizmo on Mar 31, 2008 23:43:52 GMT -5
Gizmo suddenly finds himself face-down in the sand, not knowing exactly how he got there. His audials feel as if someone took a sledgehammer to them, but strangely enough the world around him is silent. And with laser fire and bombs wreaking havoc all around, it SHOULDN'T be silent...
He could hug Wedge right now for his announcement that backup's on its way. But that's out of the question for right now. Instead, he scrambles to his feet and struggles to keep his cool, fighting the urge to take off in blind panic. Arming his shoulder cannon, he fires a few shots into the air, hoping he hits something.
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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...
Posts: 259
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Post by Thundercracker on Mar 31, 2008 23:55:35 GMT -5
Thundercracker would be grinning now were he in robot mode as he pulls around tightly to face the Autobots again. //Skystrike, Jetstorm, clear out!// he says in warning before sweeping the area again, letting another shockwave flood the area and peppering the resulting sand-clouds with incidenary fire.
Someone's shot -- most likely Sideburn's -- hits his rear stabilizer, and he wobbles in midair, leaving a thin trail of smoke as he flies.
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Post by Swerve on Apr 2, 2008 13:44:53 GMT -5
It's a dodging game down here in the dust, and a miserable one without sound to warn Swerve where the gunfire is coming from and only shadows to tell him where the Decepticons are. He avoids some hits and takes others, his plating peppered with dings, dents, and laser burns; one shot lands in the track of another, punching through, and he bites back a pained hiss. It reminds him of more than one encounter back home, in the dark of unlit alleys after sundown, vague shapes moving in the gloom with optics banked… for an instant, he's there again. For an instant, he's alone; the fluids in his lines run cold and he hears – not the scrape of feet or the hum of circling engines, but screams overlaid on the thunder of explosions ripping up the desert.
For that instant, audio processors bleating alarms and damage readouts scrolling through his periphery, Swerve can hear, and he answers the screams of his attackers with furious cannonading and long strings of curses on everything from their builds and alloys to the tilt of their wings and their torqueless fighting tactics. It's there and gone again, that moment, lost in another receptor-piercing blast of sound that slams the world up into him and throws a pall of silence over everything. That's when he finally hears the radio and remembers while he picks himself up again that he isn't alone out here and the surrounding blackness is from the dust and sand in the air trying to clog up his intakes.
//Backup…?// He looks around, trying to sight shadows in the dust, firing upward when he spots a likely target. //Clear out – fine, go. I'll stay.// He's gonna pay somebody back for the new ventilation in his hood.
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Post by Slingshot on Apr 2, 2008 21:20:41 GMT -5
Backup.
Like the pair of jets racing faster than the speed of sound towards the coordinates Rodimus gave.
They're too far away to be more than a distant roar yet.
But that will change very soon.
Jets are fast.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Apr 2, 2008 22:52:58 GMT -5
Skystrike pulled away rising higher into the air, a wing singed from some of the rounds that the Autobots had so graciously given, but otherwise no worse for wear than she usually was. The thunderous cacophony of Thundercracker’s sonic boom rocked the area once again, but this time the Autobots recovered a lot quicker if the trails of laser fire was any sign. Expected of course, but it still annoyed her to some extent.
She circled above the dust cloud to catch any potential escapees, but something nagged at her. Thundercracker had ordered her and Jetstorm to move out, which meant the smaller jet had flown down to join them sometime during the chaos. If Jetstorm was with them… then who was keeping watch?
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