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Post by Oracle-3 on May 13, 2008 20:01:32 GMT -5
Well she had certainly been aiming to bring the building down on her target, but this wasn't quite what she had anticipated!
Sounded like Jazz had decided to get into the demolition action himself, and perhaps things hadn't gone exactly as planned. Then again, considering she was trying to reorient herself in the air between where the building had been and the other one still was, maybe it had gone according to plan.
Still, that whooshing noise indicated something had happened, and she started to look down before whipping around out of the way of the shots suddenly heading her direction.
Looked like he wasn't still in the building, but it had been a nice feint and her hand brushed over the score mark on the armor of one thigh as she dove down toward the falling mech below her.
She wasn't going to grab hold of him again, that had turned out to be an interesting tactic, but not one she thought was going to work half as well again, so instead she thought he could use a helping hand into the ground instead.
Hands outstretched she tried to add a little extra momentum to Jazz's fall before flipping around and using her thrusters to slow her fall. If he got hit by the backwash, well that was just secondary but she wouldn't complain.
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Post by Jazz on May 14, 2008 20:23:51 GMT -5
SCORE!
Ok. So things didn't turn out exactly the way he'd planned either. Whatever was stored in this place was extremely flammable. Not even a direct hit, and it looked as though the building Jazz just vacated was about to become a collapsed inferno.
The shots didn't hit true enough to take the jet down. Figures. Autobot luck seems to be slim these days. Jazz was expecting his'd carry him through at least one more battle. Hands grasping, reaching-- but not grabbing at him. Instead, midair and unable to dodge effectively (Curse you gravity, curse you!), the hands slap against his shoulder and chest, giving him some extra velocity towards the ground. In that split second between full contact, and the impact that cracks the metal pavement, the thought crosses Jazz's mind that this is probably going to hurt.
And it does.
The forcefield is a weak one, and can only slightly enhance his resistance to the damage being inflicted. Accumulated injuries, however, are starting to wear the protection down. Red lights and warnings start trickling into Jazz's processors as the generator stutters.
It hurts. Jazz can see the proverbial stars dancing through the static in his visor, as he is forced, for a moment, to lay quite still. It wasn't a fusion cannon this time, but the stars are--
Thundering.
No. Those aren't in his imagination. Those are real, and coming from the building he just vacated.
The jet-femme is still above somewhere, and Jazz does have to move out of the Jazz shaped mini-crater-- in just one more moment.
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Oracle-3
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Post by Oracle-3 on May 16, 2008 17:28:27 GMT -5
Impact from shoving the Solstice toward the ground still shivering up her arms, Oracle pulled up, trying to reverse her momentum enough that she didn't join him in leaving a nice impact crater. The resulting curve taking her a lot closer to the ground then most would consider sane only resulted in a exalting whoop from the Seeker before she accelerated for the sky again. Looping around she looked down, locating her adversary where he was still recovering from the assisted impact and trying to decide what her best plan of attack would be now.
Luckily for Jazz, that thundering he was hearing is going on a bit closer to Oracle then it is to him, so instead of following up on her potential advantage, she's shortly a bit more concerned with trying to figure out what in the Pits is going on. And dodging, must not forget the occasional dodging.
Which is slowing becoming slightly less then occasional.
In fact, Oracle is beginning to think it might be a good idea to vacate the area before she becomes crispy fried Seeker, because that last explosion was a wee bit close, and if she relied on her optics to see she'd be in real trouble right now.
It's also starting to get just a little bit warm, and she's pretty sure she doesn't want to be anywhere nearby when the rest of the building goes up, if it's full of more of whatever it is that's currently making flying a hazarous sport in her airspace.
One more quick look down to try and decide if she can get a last strike in at Jazz convinces her that a quick exit is the best idea as she nearly gets taken out by a crossette going off in her face that she just barely dodges by cutting her jets and dropping. After that she chooses discretion and hightails it out of the area. Let the silver one melt if he wants, she's out of there.
OOC: Exiting thread unless Jazz has a counter attack.
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Post by Jazz on May 16, 2008 20:25:31 GMT -5
And Jazz's luck has held for this fight: had the seeker remained unharried, this Oracle probably would have had time to take advantage of the temporarily incapacitated Autobot. “I am never doin' that again.” Jazz grumbles, finally convincing his arms that they're not paralyzed. The light show above is pretty nice, and watching the jet-femme pop around like crazy avoiding the minor explosives is rather entertaining. But the count is rising. They're losing friends, they're losing the base-- reminding him of old times is making Jazz a very unhappy mech. What he'd really like right now is more mobility. Those fireworks are getting rather concentrated, and the mirror image is being forced to flee from the intensifying rain of artificial stars. And from the shower of sparks that has made it to the ground, Jazz is fairly certain that once this thing heats up, nothing short of re-entry plating armor is going to protect him from the heat and concussive force of a bunch of these things going off. No. He's not going to be shooting at Oracle's image. He's going to be climbing out of the crater, and forcing himself into the faster Solstice mode-- Ow. Slag it to the nine smelting pits of Tavox. Ow.And accelerate. Anywhere but here sounds like a good plan right now-- and Mirror Oracle, if she joins the battle in the middle of the city, can't do any more harm than is already being done. And if there is really that much going on-- Jazz should be where he's needed, not lazing about. These are his friends falling. These are his friends fighting. New ones, but still, friends.. And then there's a certain Calla Lilly that Jazz needs to find again. Another long discussion about flora and photosynthesis and linguistic styles that categorize... Distractions aren't what Jazz needs right now. What he needs is to pay attention to the maze he's driving through, and maybe give the other 'bots the bad news about Oracle getting away. //Bad news. Almost had that alternate Oracle, but she gave me the sl--// It's a good thing Jazz has been moving and talking, else he'd be caught in the fireball that the storage building has become. And several blocks around it. A few new cracks in his glass-- the rear one shattered, as the flames finally reach the main cache of fireworks, and detonate them with an ear-crunching BADOOM. //Uh. Oops.// Wonder if they heard that in the center of the city? ( OOC: No attack to Oracle. Time to flee! Also, video-- fire and explosion in a fireworks factory, for an idea of why it's not a good idea to stand around in this spot! www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1hnjcsyWto)
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