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Post by Makeshift on May 5, 2008 22:39:12 GMT -5
Inside Autobase, Makeshift waits at the computer core while Firebolt wipes the files from the control room. His job is pretty simple; as soon as she signals a particular component is wiped clean, he takes it, smashes it against a wall, and shoots it a few times just to make sure. Good luck trying to get coherent data out of a pile of fragments.
The work is taking a bit, however, and he nervously eyes the exit. Hopefully it won't be too much longer. They need every gun they can get on the field.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on May 8, 2008 19:26:33 GMT -5
Blackarachnia wasn't expecting fragments, she was expecting information and access to the Autobots' defense systems! And she certainly wasn't expecting someone smaller than her here either! Well other than Rattrap, but smashing harddrives during a battle isn't his style ether.
The Widow scurries in over the ceiling. The moment she notices someone is there, she launches a web at him in an attempt to stop him destroying them.
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Post by Makeshift on May 8, 2008 19:46:43 GMT -5
Makeshift's first thought is, that's one big spider. Then it occurs to him that if there was something that big around, somebody hopefully would've warned him. Only then does it occur to him to get the slag out of the way.
So, naturally, it's too late. Makeshift tumbles, legs and one arm pinned. Panicking slightly, he raises his free arm, firing off a railgun shot at the giant spider.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on May 8, 2008 19:57:08 GMT -5
The Widow leaps just in time to avoid the railgun blast. One howl of "Terrorize!" later, and its' landed on the ground, completely unfolded as Blackarachnia.
He swiftly brings her leg up in an attempt to disarm the Mini-Con. "So what're you, a Maximal? Or one of those organics packed in a metal shell, like a sardine?"
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Post by Makeshift on May 8, 2008 20:04:38 GMT -5
Makeshift doesn't carry a gun, per se. His fingers are his guns. It's tough to disarm him without literally disarming him. Still, the kick is enough to knock his aim off, sending the shot he was about to fire into the wall.
"Rattrap and Airazor's build type," he notes out loud. "Sorry, I'm not organic at all. Hate to disappoint, but I guess that confirms I'm still the only one of my type here."
He's hoping chattering will distract her from the cutting laser in his other palm cutting through the web.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on May 8, 2008 20:15:44 GMT -5
So far, yes, she's distracted. With his arm away, Blackarachnia points her own weapon at him. "Just making small talk, I didn't come for your life's story. Now. Why don't you tell me where I can find the hard drives that haven't been shattered." She shakes her gun. "NOW."
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Post by Makeshift on May 8, 2008 21:11:36 GMT -5
"Over the river and through the woods," Makeshift deadpans. "C'mon, we're supposed to banter first, maybe go down a few false trails, then we get down to the hardcore cat-and-mouse game. That's how the movies go, right?"
Just a little more....there! Makeshift's other arm pulls free, thick fingers grasping for Blackarachnia's leg, aiming to throw her off so he can finish cutting himself free.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on May 8, 2008 21:19:36 GMT -5
"Banter? What are you some kind of B-Grade holovid actor? Tell me where the data is and I'll--AH!" She's triped up by the diminuitive Makeshift.
Blackarachnia recovers quickly however, getting up and turning it into a jumping roundhouse kick. Of course that could just be what Makeshift needs to be freed from the web...
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Post by Makeshift on May 8, 2008 21:41:04 GMT -5
"You'll what? Let me go? Call off the attack and go on your merry way? Sorry, lady, I don't trust Cons." Yes, he's technically a con too. Mini-Cons don't really look at it like that.
Finally freed from the web, Makeshift stands up just in time to get kicked across the faceplate, stumbling back. He fires off a quick trio of shots from his right arm; even if he doesn't hit, it'll still smash up more of the delicate equipment in the room, and that was his job down here to begin with, wasn't it?
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on May 8, 2008 21:48:42 GMT -5
Scrap, this isn't what she had in mind when she got here. Blackarachnia does a tumble-roll, trying to escape Makeshift's laser-fire. A few stray blasts tag her, all the same. As she rights herself, he levels her blaster at Makeshift, returning fire.
"I was going to say make it painless. But no, always has to be the hard way with you lot, doesn't it?"
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Post by Makeshift on May 8, 2008 22:00:06 GMT -5
Makeshift ducks behind a console, taking a skimming shot across his tail boom that burns off the paint and warps the fin. "Don't tell me you actually expected any less. I may not be one of the big guns, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna roll over and die just because you ask nicely."
As he talks, he swings around the other side of the console, bringing up his hand and firing another railgun shot. As far as he can tell, he has the firepower edge, but she's got the agility. And even those claws of hers are probably more dexterous than his. Better to keep his distance if he can.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on May 8, 2008 22:15:32 GMT -5
The Railgun shot gives her a clean wound on her leg. Fortunately, she's got eight in her altmode.
"Surely one of you have a logic chip that isn't malfunctioning. You have noticed you're outnumbered two to one, right? Beast Mode!"
Leaping from her good leg, Blackarachnia turns back into a spider, intent on pinning down Makeshift.
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Post by Makeshift on May 8, 2008 22:22:52 GMT -5
"Logic is subjective. You say it's logical to let you have your way, I say it's illogical to submit to slavery."
Peeking out from his cover, Makeshift has just enough time to notice the flying spider before getting knocked back to the ground. He doesn't lie flat, with his tail boom in the way, but that might just make it harder to get back up. One arm swings up to try to block his face just under her pedipalps, the other pinned at his side. Grunting, he pushes up, trying to keep that organic mouth away.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on May 8, 2008 22:52:39 GMT -5
"Who.. said anything... about slaves?" Blackarachnia said, trying to resist Makeshift and bite him.
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Post by Makeshift on May 8, 2008 23:10:05 GMT -5
"Rolling over to die.....would be just as bad!" He's got the strength, but she's got the better position. Gotta get free. Makeshift hoists his legs up, trying to aim his feet as close as he can to Blackarachnia's read end before firing his boosters. At the same time, he opens the fingers on his pinned arm, trying to whirl the rotor assembly to dislodge her legs. His rotors aren't sharp, built around gun barrels as they are, but they're blunt and heavy for his size.
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