Sky-byte
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Post by Sky-byte on May 7, 2008 19:20:32 GMT -5
Off Sky-Byte stomps, marching righteously as sights and sounds of chaos and destruction ricochet through the city around him. He doesn't pause to wait for Long Range, but every now and then Sky-Byte tilts his head back to make sure the larger con is following properly.
// I've retrieved Long Range and he's now under my supervision. A word of warning, we shall be bombing specific points in the city. I'll be alerting you all of the specific coordinates of the target before he fires. //
Announcement over broadband through, Sky-Byte halts as he finds a satisfactory position and looks back at Long Range with a mildly questioning look. That doesn't mean that he'll be taking any of the Decepticon's questions, especially if they're the type of inquiries that will go against Sky-Byte's plans.
"Well, this looks like a good place to set down," huffs Sky-Byte. "Any protests?" Again. That look.
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Post by Long Range on May 8, 2008 7:26:26 GMT -5
Long Range trundles up behind Sky-Byte, and looks around the area that he had been lead to. Not bad, but he'd have to teach Sky-Byte how to select a proper set up zone if they were to ork together in the future again.
"It'll do. Its going to take me 2 minute to set up before I can start firing, you can start spotting targets and I'll start plotting trajectories." Long Range said in a calm voice. If Sky-Byte happens to be looking at him, He'll see that Long Range is apparently changing color from his usual stark gun metal to those that matched his surroundings.
Standing still, he put his arms by his side, and began the lengthy transformation process. He just hopes Sky-Byte will be so kind as to rip anybody in two should they try to attack him.
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OOC Note: His transformation will be done by my next post, assuming no one attacks.
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Sky-byte
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Post by Sky-byte on May 8, 2008 23:19:53 GMT -5
Teach Sky-Byte? That's preposterous! What more in the world does he need to learn? ...Though he'd take some subtly placed advice or brilliant ideas any day.
"Alright, you have two minutes," barks Sky-Byte as he transforms, the great white-but-mainly-blue shark beats into the air.
With one optic on Long Range's tedious transformation process, Sky-Byte begins scoping out the cityscape for towers or buildings that seem somewhat of importance.
Any intruders have better watch out. Sky-Byte isn't in a mood to be sabotaged.
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Post by Long Range on May 9, 2008 6:28:15 GMT -5
At some point during transformation, the ground shakes and Long Range hears a huge explosion, one that he doubts any of the smaller Autobots can make. Either they have some artillery of their own, or Omega Supreme which he saw standing out by the zoo has decided to start throwing some heavy firepower about.
"Sky-Byte, what the slag caused that explosion? I'm unable to see midway through transformation." He says. He'd rather not suddenly find himself receiving a counter artillery barrage.
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Post by Sky-byte on May 10, 2008 0:35:01 GMT -5
While Long Range feels the explosion, Sky-Byte gets a full eye-view of the fireworks from his elevated position. Something got 'blowed up real good'. Blowed up real good by that huge Autobot--Omega Supreme-- in a fashion that the Predacon is striving to attempt. After a few seconds of wide-opticed gaping, he answers Long Range.
"It's not towards us, the explosion's further away. But that giant Autobot just laid waste to a building of some sort...either he's on a rampage that will doom us all, or the Autobots have some sort of strategic plan in this. Either way, if they already destroy some buildings, it can make our own jobs easier."
"Now stop worrying about things and get your transformation through. I've got my optics out for you, no worries!" Confident, pleased and impatient is Sky-Byte's voice. He's already got his first target worked out!
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Post by Long Range on May 10, 2008 5:35:18 GMT -5
"Got it Sky-Byte." Long Range says. Silence for about another minute, if you can call the sounds of heavy machinery locking into place and warming up.
"Ready to start bombardment." He calls out finally, cannon barrels raising up into a firing position.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 10, 2008 14:40:27 GMT -5
It takes Emirate Xaaron a while to make it to where he actually wanted to be. Instead of getting the manhole he wanted, he ended up two manholes away, due to Act of Runamuck. Hopefully Sky-Byte and the artillery piece have not changed position, since the last time he heard about them over the radio. As he peers around a corner, he is not disappointed. The artillery piece is harder to spot than he was expecting, however.
For his own part, Emirate Xaaron is now mostly black, with some very dark brown, green, an unmentionable on him, making him therefore Nemesis Xaaron, the coveted black repaint. At it took was several dives through a sewer and being set on fire. To that extent, a lot of his panels are warped out of shape from the heat or otherwise banged up and shot, and he has a fair amount of internal damage. He could take a few more hits, but he would really rather not.
He pulls his head back and pushes himself flat against the wall, considering his options. That artillery piece is going to start shelling the heck out of his Autobots' city, and the causalities on his own side could be tremendous. Sky-Byte seems to be guarding the artillery piece, too. A direct attack is simply out of the question.
Emirate Xaaron has no illusions. They are losing. All he can hope to do is slow down their rate of loss, which will hopefully allow for them to rebuild more quickly.
So he grabs the fire exit ladder on the side of the building and scales it, climbing up to the top of the building. He does not stand, where Sky-Byte might catch notice of him. Instead, he crawls across the roof on his belly, an undignified pose if there ever was one. At the far edge of the building, he transforms, gears protesting and whining at him, sending stabbing pains through his frame for his impudence. He transformed once, today, they say to him. Why does he have to do it twice?
Because, when he gets right down to it, there is something innately satisfying about seeing something explode. Emirate Xaaron feels dirty, just thinking about it.
The light tank lowers his barrel, low as it will go, and he fires a few shots, hopefully caving in the other side of the building and sending it collapsing down on Long Range. He does not expect random building debris to actually harm Long Range, but it may mess with his aim. Also, it will give Sky-Byte a choice: clean the junk off Long Range or go and hunt down whoever did it, thereby leaving Long Range undefended. Either way, the Decepticons will be wasting time.
He transforms, staggering to his feet and grabs his midsection in pain and nausea. His head is spinning a little, and Emirate Xaaron quite falls off the good side of the building. He hits the sidewalk, hard, and stares up at the sky, which is now starting to clot with smoke, dazed.
Ow.
Well.
If Sky-Byte does want to go look for him, he's going to have to look behind the building.
Ow.
Hopefully he'll be on his feet again and running by then.
Ow.
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Post by Sky-byte on May 11, 2008 11:05:14 GMT -5
Well there are so many targets to choose from, but Sky-Byte has his optics set on the power station so near to that building the Decepticon and strange Autobot air force are attacking. His announcement over broadband is only halfway out when explosions go off.
--Wait, explosions already? But-but Long Range hasn't even fired yet! Sky-Byte whips back around and stares in horror as chunks of building fall seemingly in slow motion towards the artillery piece. Where. Did. This. Come. From?! This isn't supposed to happen! He had a plan, a brilliant plan! Who. Did. This?
Right when Sky-Byte is about to rocket off in a way only a shark can do, Long Range's state register's in his processors and bring him to a screeching halt. Stare at Long Range, look all around, Long Range, surroundings. It almost looks as if Sky-Byte is swimming in circles as indecision plagues him. Does he search for this conniving perpetrator who dares to sabotage his plans? Or does he take care of Long Range and get back to bombing again?
One 'Terrorize!' later and Sky-Byte's arrives to his choice and makes to perch on a protrusion of the artillery piece. "Long Range! Where do you need the rubble removed first in order to be in optimal working conditions?" Sky-Byte doesn't quite wait for the Decepticon to reply before he's hurling and kicking bits of rubble off of the other's form. That's right you pieces of rock, Sky-Byte's taking out his irritation on you. Off fly more stones, a few going over that destroyed building in the Predacon's haste to get things up and running again.
Because blowing things up does end with something satisfying and Sky-Byte wants to feel satisfied by something by the end of this battle.
Mad Predacon shark, Will take out his enemies, Saboteur beware.
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Post by Long Range on May 11, 2008 14:53:52 GMT -5
"Remove rubble from the left hand cannons first, they have the least on them" Long Range says. He's happy that Sky-Byte didn't run off after whoever collapsed the building on him and instead has decided to clear the rubble so he can finally get this bombardment going.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 11, 2008 15:07:10 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron groans and decides to try to sit up. After doing so, he decides that was one of his worst decisions today. He does a quick survey of himself. What doesn't hurt? Okay, one of his pinky fingers seems to be feeling fine.
Despite it all, he calls it worth it. Delaying the shelling, even a little while, gives them a greater window of time.
He staggers to his feet and looks left and right, feeling rather haggard. There is a vaguely Emirate Xaaron-shaped series of dents left where he hit the sidewalk and some of the sewer sludge scrapes off there. A little bit more of his gold and silver is showing through the coating of black but not much.
If Sky-Byte is pursing him with vengeance, it is sneaky, subtle vengeance. Emirate Xaaron might as well get going then. Limping a bit, his gait disrupted, he heads off to see where he can cause trouble next.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Post by Sky-byte on May 12, 2008 15:39:30 GMT -5
Don't read too much into Sky-Byte's decision to stay behind though. He doesn't take well to showing soft sentiment (unless you're quite smaller, younger, and squishier than him). At the moment, Long Range is the only means by which Sky-Byte can carry out his brilliant plan--his brilliant and slightly delayed plan. Better luck if you butter him up with some flattering prose or poetry, Long Range.
"Left cannons it is then," mutters Sky-Byte as he scrambles and clambers up the artillery piece. One rock, two rocks, big rocks, destroyed rocks. Any chunks too ungainly for Sky-Byte's tastes are easily broken down with a quick squeeze of his Anchor Arm. "Alright, you're now clear on this side. Fire at <Autobase coordinate> you're read--as soon as I get out of the way."
Now Sky-Byte side-steps over to Long Range's right side an begins clearing out the rubble there. Oh yes, he's plotting his vengeance for whoever decided to play such a game with him. If Sky-Byte ever catches wind of who did this, his course of action will be about as sneaky and subtle as a shark bite.
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Post by Long Range on May 12, 2008 16:03:27 GMT -5
No prose or poetry from this mech, too fiddly for him. But there maybe something else that SkyByte likes... other than explosions.
"Roger Sky-Byte." Long Range says, and then most likely unexpectedly for someone who hasn't worked with before, he starts playing the Eighteen Twelve Overture through his speakers. as the music plays, he rotates his top section and angles his barrels to strike the given co-ordinates, and as the first cannon shot is heard in the overture, so does Long Range's first cannon fire, and then his second, which is sadly out of phase with the music.
He'll wait for now and see if two are enough. They have a lot of targets to get through and only so many shots...
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Post by Sky-byte on May 14, 2008 6:40:05 GMT -5
Sky-Byte double and triple-takes as the music pours out of Long Range's speakers. What--what is this? Off goes one shot and then another before Sky-Byte realizes just how the music ties in with Long Range's bombardment. You done good, Long Range, Sky-Byte couldn't be grinning any bigger in his robot mode.
"Good, good! How appropriate," he muses while turning back to observe the results of the shelling. Rather, he transforms and climbs back into the air to get a better view of his results.
"This <coordinates of transmission station> shall be our next target. But not yet!" Sky-Byte turns his attention back to their previous shelling target.
Did it work? Did it work? Please, let it have worked.
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Post by Long Range on May 14, 2008 19:10:02 GMT -5
"I think two will be enough. We can always go wreck it physically later once the Autobots are gone." Long Range says.
"I suggest we move onto other targets while theres still a chance we can catch Autobots in the blast."
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Post by Sky-byte on May 15, 2008 20:52:33 GMT -5
"If physically wrecking is what you'd prefer to do later, then I won't hold you back," replies Sky-Byte with a wry expression. Really though, why expend excess energy when you can just blast something? Well--it's different to be renting an opponent to shreds in the middle of a heated battle. A sitting, non-sentient target though? Unless it's some sort of amazing food item, this Predacon will stick to laser blasts.
"Another target it is then. Alright, Long Range. You are cleared to fire at those previous coordinates!" Dramatic posing is limited in his beast mode, but somehow Sky-Byte manages to make himself look utterly determined and triumphant as he twists in the air.
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