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Post by Ironfire-3 on May 6, 2008 12:50:34 GMT -5
Ironfire's turret whirls around, cannon's glaring, if such parts can be said to glare, at the grinning rodent. Then, pain rips through her. Fortunately, for her but not Rattrap, the explosion isn't enough to disable her. It does leave a nice scorch mark, and it does get her attention.
"You are going to pay for that." She spins around to rumble after him
//Looks like I won't need that support after all. Got other rats to fry.//
OOC: out of thread
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Post by Injector on May 6, 2008 13:15:31 GMT -5
The water rushes forward, and Injector rushes out. He bursts out of the tunnel in a spray of wet fish-insect glory. Spinning in the air, he rains a small shower of droplets down upon any below. With an excited yell, the most attractive of all Decepticons turns to find a suitable fight.
OOC: Out of thread
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Barricade
Minor
Knight of the Spastic Sword
Trust Me
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Post by Barricade on May 6, 2008 21:34:19 GMT -5
Oh YEAH! Barricade guns it hard, bouncing over the rubble strewn street hot on the Prime's bumper. He doesn't have Rodimus' strength or durability, but Barricade defnitely has speed and maneuverability to bull his way through where lesser mechs would balk.
// Hold on, // he rumbles to Frenzy still tucked away inside. // Time for fun. //
ooc: chasing/following Rodimus out of thread.
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Sky-byte
Minor
Worst Luck Ever
Posts: 334
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Post by Sky-byte on May 6, 2008 22:10:28 GMT -5
Sky-Byte sneaks between chaotic city streets, well, rather he hovers. There are a few close calls with some of traps that were unmarked on Mirage's map, the liberal cement dust and paint scratches covering his body attests to that much. There are also a few moments spent ogling some passing fights, but he arrives on location and quickly finds what he's looking for.
"Long Range!"
Okay, so 'who' would be a better descriptor.
With a shout, Sky-Byte transforms and lands with a dull 'thud' behind the artillery con's form. Laughter at the other's predicament is quashed down, but his large grin might be inadequately covered. Ah well, he's here to help and that's what counts right? "Alright, Long Range. Brace yourself." One hand and the length of his Anchor Arm spread across the Decepticon's back before Sky-Byte begins pushing upwards. Hopefully Long Range does not weigh more than a human skyscraper. If so, Long Range might be out of luck.
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Post by Long Range on May 6, 2008 22:23:13 GMT -5
Long Range is not as heavy as a skyscraper, thankfully. Though most con's can't tell the difference.
"Thanks for coming, I doubt those scrap headed fools would have come back to help me." He says as he is slowly pushed to his feet.
"So, where do you want me to set up?" He enquires once he's back on his feet.
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Sky-byte
Minor
Worst Luck Ever
Posts: 334
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Post by Sky-byte on May 6, 2008 23:05:00 GMT -5
Good, very good. Sky-Byte knows what it's like to hold up a skyscraper and he isn't keen on having a repeat of that experience again.
He scoffs slightly at Long Range's thanks, but ends up accepting it with a smug smirk. "Well, I--" his words trail off as he watches as Scourge clashes against some large Autobot. That show-off. It's always the ones with the swords.
"We'll be setting up somewhere a bit further away from all this action," announces Sky-Byte. "<nice coordinates that aren't actually too much farther away for Long Range's travel sake> should be sufficient."
OOC: Out to a new thread then?
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Post by Long Range on May 6, 2008 23:08:41 GMT -5
"Yeah, it's probably a good idea to get away from the dueling twosome over there." Long range says jerking a thumb over his back towards Scourge and Grimlock.
Long Range starts to move off, moving at a jog.
OOC:Fine by me.
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Blackarachnia (BW)
Rookie
She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on May 7, 2008 5:24:39 GMT -5
The Incy Wincy Spider crawls up the tunnel hole....
Everyone seems to have departed from the area or is otherwise distracted. This suits Blackarachnia just fine. The black widow scurries out of the tunnel that the worm dug, sticking to whatever shadows are available. She doesn't have to be too careful, everyone is busy with the battle and is therefore suitably distracted.
Time to see what she can find out...
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