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 Apr 4, 2008 20:35:47 GMT -5
No, Jetstorm had not just dove down and stayed down there. He wasn't that stupid! He dipped down just low enough to drop his bombs safely, and then was gone as soon as he zoomed down.
// You're a spoilsport, you know that? // He complains as he darts off into the distance, sighing.
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Sideburn
Rookie
Must not chase Swerve, must not chase Swerve...
Posts: 211
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Post by Sideburn on Apr 5, 2008 19:42:16 GMT -5
Sideburn has been trying to catch most of the shots on his shield, but with the attacks coming in from multiple angles, he still takes a few nasty hits. (Not to mention his roof will be one giant pain when he transforms.) Then there's the various dents and dings, and his audios off-lining again as soon as they could reboot.
He dodges most of the incoming fire and continues to shoot up at the shadowed forms of the jets even as he argues with Swerve and Wedge over the radio.
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Wedge
Minor
NOT a reckless teen-bot
Posts: 413
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Post by Wedge on Apr 5, 2008 19:45:29 GMT -5
The second roar that hits the desert nearly sends Wedge face-first into the sand as the Buildbot fights to remain upright in the pounding. Standing he remains, but that makes him pretty much a sitting target - a sitting orange target. Wedge continues to maintain to himself that the gritty and stinging cover of sand is a good thing.
Outside world still frustratingly muted, Wedge continues firing up. Every now and then he finds himself stumbling and vocalizing something as laser fire burns and impacts against his chassis.
//Fine. I'll grab Gizmo, can't tell if he's heard all this or not...//
He squints through the dark haze and spots the other not too far away. //Gizmo! C'mon we gotta go!// Wedge doesn't immediately take his own advice though. Squeezing off a few more shots, he glances anxiously at the swirling sand, reluctant to just leave.
You'll need the time provided to get out of here.
Smelt it.
Wedge transforms and plows towards Gizmo, his spinning treads kicking up their own dust clouds. //Hey guys, we'll meet at <insert (conveniently ambiguous) coordinates here>, alright?//
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Gizmo
Rookie
Blue and Nerdy
Posts: 147
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Post by Gizmo on Apr 6, 2008 12:17:06 GMT -5
Gizmo's heard, he's just been more occupied with dodging and keeping in one piece. His singed doorwing hangs at an awkward angle, and sand and char marks cover him from head to foot. And he still can't hear a fragging thing. Slaggit, if this was the action and adventure that more fight-worthy mechs spoke of that he was missing, they could fragging well have it for themselves.
//Heard!// he shouts over the line, his voice high with barely restrained terror. //Just -- busy...// He yelps as a blast from one of Jetstorm's bombs barely misses him. Too close, too close!
//Gotcha, Wedge!// he adds upon receiving the coordinates, and he lets fly a few more blasts of glue before diving down to transform. His wounded door doesn't want to close all the way, but he'll worry about that later. For now, he focuses on getting away.
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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 Apr 6, 2008 12:45:30 GMT -5
Thundercracker arcs around and is preparing to release a third sonic boom when he's caught by another blast -- this time something semi-liquid and sticky. The substance splats across his underside, and it startles him enough that he neglects to produce the sonic attack.
//Jetstorm, Skystrike, use caution!// he advises. //They've got some kind of chemical attack going.// Thankfully it doesn't appear to be acid, but still...
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Post by Swerve on Apr 7, 2008 21:55:31 GMT -5
With a momentary lapse in his brimming fury – and the rising internal temperature to go with it – Swerve notes the coordinates Wedge wires over.
//Yeah, yeah, just get going!// he barks back by way of acknowledgement, then holds his fire long enough to figure out just which way Gizmo and Wedge aren't going. Not that– There. He bolts, digging his feet into the sand for traction, needing the speed. He kicks up his own spray of sand as he skids coming out of the falling dust cloud and whirls to recover, scanning the skies. One… two…. He squints against the sunlight, trying to pick out if that speck up there is a pest or a pain in the aft. Three of 'em. Are they all blue?! None of them is either of the sludge-chugging lightweights that got between him and the grey Decepticon who shot up Omega, but they'll do.
Time for a distraction. Swerve takes aim on the jet to his left and flying away, the one dripping with whatever that stuff is Gizmo used on the sandflappers. The racer remembers how it went up like spilled fuel and if his shots hit, that should be one less Primus-fragged flier focused on the ground crew.
Swerve fires at the other circling jet for good measure, then stifles a groan as he dives into racer mode and takes off across the sands, kicking up a high roostertail. He bellows hoarsely for another Cyber Key, ignoring the way his steering bucks in response and focusing on the power surge instead, using it to prime his boosters this time but not firing them just yet; if that light show didn't get all optics on him, nothing will at this rate.
"Come on!" he roars, not caring if they can actually hear him so long as they follow the speeding red car.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Apr 8, 2008 9:10:58 GMT -5
//Chemical?// Paranoia demanded that she yell at Thundercracker to take a sand bath and get that stuff off right now. Skystrike restrained herself against the years of Autobot related sanity issues however, as such things took no precedence over trying to dodge lasers coming her way. The fact that Thundercracker didn’t further elaborate on the substance perturbed the berkut just bit, but oh well. At least if he fell out of the sky and/or started screaming in agony, she’d have some idea of what the chemical did.
A shot nicked her nosecone, drawing her attention back earthwards with an irritated growl followed closely by a tight roll to get out of the line of fire. She caught sight of a red car speeding away from the dust cloud and darted off after him.
//I have one Autobot in sight. Going after him—// Wait, was that laser? It didn’t look like laser. Didn’t sound like it either. What was that? The first time Swerve had called down the key, she’d been busy getting out of Thundercracker’s first sonic boom and got little more than a glimpse of the light flash from within the dust and quickly dismissed it as laser. Now Skystrike realized it was something very different.
//Thundercracker, watch out for the rest of the Autobots.// With that, she promptly switched tactics and sent a missile after the car instead. She wasn’t going after something she didn’t know about without putting a safe distance between it and her.
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Post by Slingshot on Apr 8, 2008 18:12:50 GMT -5
Orange blasts flash down from the sky, smashing into Skystrike's missile. An orange-white explosion briefly illuminates the black desert like a small star.
The cavalry is here.
//And... More blue jets. What, is it new union rules that you gotta be blue to be a Decepticon jet?// Slingshot jeers over a short-range general band.
The white jet dives down on Skystrike and opens up with his mortar cannons. He's confident that Skyblast can handle Thundercracker. Heck, Firebolt can handle Thundercracker. Thundercracker is a wuss.
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Nimbus Tsura
Major
Secretary to Mr. Breakaway
Sky-Painter Extraordinaire
Posts: 735
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Apr 8, 2008 19:39:29 GMT -5
Skyblast is still sulking in the general direction of Slingshot, having concluded that more Autobots jets does not equal awesome. More Autobot jets equal a bunch of losers who cannot appreciate the benefits of versatility.
Perhaps he'll take up with the race cars - all the sleek lines and thirst for speed of a jet with none of the air-headedness.
So yeah, if Slingshot is expecting Skyblast to have his back here, he might be a bit surprised.
He peels off after Thundercracker, quite confident that he can handle him. Skyblast tries to dart in close, to close distance with the blue jet.
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Sideburn
Rookie
Must not chase Swerve, must not chase Swerve...
Posts: 211
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Post by Sideburn on Apr 12, 2008 3:17:36 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Jetstorm due to timeout.
"Hey, are you 'Cons blind or something?" Sideburn jeers, running in the opposite direction from Swerve, attempting to split the Decepticons' attention. He fires up at first the darker one, then the lighter.
And then another pair of jets enter the fight. He grins in relief and calls on the radio to Swerve, Wedge, and Gizmo, //Our guys are here! Time to get out of here!// He transforms and drives in an arc--he wants to make sure Swerve's heading off as well before he gets too far away.
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Wedge
Minor
NOT a reckless teen-bot
Posts: 413
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Post by Wedge on Apr 12, 2008 10:41:28 GMT -5
Wedge shoots out of the dust cloud and heads towards his given coordinates, worry nagging at him as he goes. The light show back and sound of laser fire at the fight nearly has the bulldozer skidding to a sandy halt, but he forces himself to keep moving forward (after taking a quick glance back). He won't let that anxiety bug him, Wedge trusts that Sideburn and Swerve will get out of this alright. They have to.
The sound of more jet engines arriving to the scene combined with Sideburn's radio announcement has Wedge feeling many times lighter. //Alright! See you guys soon then.// Pretty soon. It won't be hard for anyone to catch up to him.
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Gizmo
Rookie
Blue and Nerdy
Posts: 147
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Post by Gizmo on Apr 12, 2008 16:35:02 GMT -5
Backup's arrived! Gizmo belts out a laugh of relief as he charges after Wedge, sand flying in his wake. They're going to make it, they're going to make it...
If I get back to base in one piece I swear I'm not setting foot or tire outside it again, he thinks. This is enough adventure for me, thanks very much...
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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 Apr 12, 2008 16:54:34 GMT -5
//I know to watch out for Auto--// is all Thundercracker manages to get out before Swerve's blast hits him -- and sets the goop on his undeside on fire. Any coherent answer or thought is pretty much a lost cause after that. After all, few mechs are going to respond to being set on fire with "Oh, that kinda sucks, doesn't it?"
With a shrieked series of virulent curses he dives, trailing smoke and flame, and smashes into the sand. No, he didn't crash, he's just desperate to smother the flames and get any remnants of that gunk off before another Autobot decides to take a potshot at him. In his pain he completely misses the arrival of Slingshot and Skyblast...
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Post by Swerve on Apr 13, 2008 14:39:41 GMT -5
It's a good thing Swerve got used to chaos and weapons fire being an integral part of racing a long time ago. The nova flare of missiles blowing prematurely doesn't faze him in the least, but he takes it as his cue to hit the brakes and steer hard to the right, sliding through a messy 180° and refocusing just in time to see a flame-wreathed jet hit the sands.
"HAH!" he belts out with what can only be described as a vicious sort of joy, gunning his engine and tearing off back the way he came. "Half-clocked gum-geared glitcher!" Unfortunately, as the missiles getting shot down and Sideburn's radio call remind him, he's supposed to be leaving, not closing in to shoot up the downed Decepticon some more. Setting the slag-sucker on fire doesn't entirely satisfy the racer's thirst for payback – neither does disabling his booster and arming his cannon to take potshots as he passes on his way to catch up – but he supposes it'll have to do. For now. Fraggit.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Apr 13, 2008 17:40:00 GMT -5
Skystrike uttered a startled hiss when she saw the mortar rounds rain down from above before pulling up and into a sharp turn to face her opponent. Her missile would provide only a second or so worth of distraction and she couldn’t waste any of that time staring dumbfounded when she had to get her nose pointed up in the right direction. She didn’t even give herself a spare moment to give Slingshot a low snarl over the radio at his heckling.
White hot pain graced the lower edge of her right wing before she managed to orient herself enough to get her guns to start shooting in the Harrier’s general direction. It was a sloppily executed maneuver due to lack of forewarning and her speed was bled off significantly, but at least now her back wasn’t vulnerable to the Autobot’s attack. That done, the berkut took in the rest of the situation, particularly Thundercracker’s agonized cursing over the radio and the distinct lack of the other Autobot, the more bladey flier, that’d always accompanied Slingshot so far.
//Thundercracker.// She growled, dodging the mortar rounds as best as she could. //The little jet is on your tail.// Hopefully, the other seeker would regain his senses enough to get off the ground and do something about it soon. Knowing his luck though, Skystrike was prepared to drag his unconscious body away in their retreat.
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