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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Oct 8, 2008 18:23:57 GMT -5
The beautiful open air temple has served as an impromptu gathering and meeting point for the refugee Autobots rather a lot lately.
Consequently, they will no doubt be concerned when they learn that several of their alternates have settled into the area.
Bound and shackled on the dais, in front of the alter proper (because, sadly, the alter is sized for the natives), a red and white Transformer sits. The week (for it has only been one week) since his capture has not been kind to him, though he is still, for the most part, quite functional.
Much more fun that way.
This figure is the only one immediately obvious, but the observant sort might notice glints of metal amidst the tree and temple structure that shouldn't be there, perhaps the rustling of something very large - in fact, there should not be quite this much cover in the area, anyway.
This is the sort of trap that proclaims quite arrogantly, "I am a trap, and I know you know that I am a trap, and I do not care, for you have no choice but to spring me anyway."
Really, it takes one hell of an arrogant bootleg to enjoy setting up a trap like this.
Meet Rodimus Prime, Chosen One, Warchilde, Jailer of Unicron, Conqueror of Cybertron.
If you look close amidst the overgrown trees nearest the temple, you might see the flashes of red and yellow. But even he's hidden too well for one to spot that self-satisfied smirk that's settled all too comfortably on his lips.
That just has to be assumed.
OOC: All "Bait and Switch" posts take place on Day 16.
Bad guys of any sort, 'Bot or 'Con, may claim to be in hiding. Feel free to post in, but if you're not doing anything round to round, please declare yourself skippable. Not all bad guys have to be here. Other things will happen.
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Swerve-3
Rookie
Maintain the Light
Posts: 169
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Post by Swerve-3 on Oct 8, 2008 18:43:39 GMT -5
The chains are heavy and the shackles firm, but more than those things keep Swerve bound to his place before the altar. Pain, still lingering from his stay in the Prime's care, and fear sap even his will to lift his head. And guilt. First he led ruin to the other Autobots and now, because he was unwilling to fight his own capture, he's being used to lead them to ruin. His very spark aches with the knowledge even as anger lights a terrible ember beneath it all. Hatred burns low and hot; he hates himself for his weakness and cowardice and more still, above all else, he hates the Prime for putting him through this. For putting the other Autobots through this.
Finally, slowly, Swerve looks up. He hurts, he is afraid, and he is tired. Too tired to swallow his emotions. Anger brightens his optics and fear thins his mouth into a taut line and he is shaking with restraint that's slowly failing him. He hasn't been broken, but the Prime has opened deep cracks in what is the constable, and the thing that once was is trying to claw its way back out.
Swerve almost doesn't want to be freed because he isn't certain what he'll do if he can shed his bonds.
OOC: Skippable.
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Post by Mirage on Oct 9, 2008 9:57:23 GMT -5
An invisible figure looks through his rifle's scope at Swerve, and the expression twisting the constable's face sends a sharp pang through the figure's systems. Swerve blames himself; Mirage knows that isn't true.
Mirage has been watching and waiting, and growing more frustrated with each day. He understands that no one could be spared to help him; that isn't what's bothering him. It's feeling powerless, being unable to act, something the spy isn't used to feeling.
Obvious trap is obvious, and would be even if Mirage hadn't been keeping tabs on the alternate Autobot's movements. He'd pinged broadband about the trap while skulking our of sight and (hopefully) radio range, at the same time scouting for a good blind to roost in. That Prime might be nigh indestructible, but Mirage imagines that a well-aimed dart through the CPU will at the very least incapacitate the Prime.
He's cloaked, and he's waiting. If opportunity presents, Mirage will take it.
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Spinister-3
Cadet
"I live for the day when no one has to fear."
Posts: 79
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Post by Spinister-3 on Oct 9, 2008 11:46:35 GMT -5
There's something out in the woods around the temple that no one will ever see or hear in a millions years, something that leaves an almost imperceptible trail of footsteps.
Spinister is deeply, sincerely regretful that he hasn't said a word of joy at hearing that Hook is safe and with allies. He also regrets never making it back to Pee-Dee and Barricade. Hopefully Singe's assistance has been enough. Spinister regrets many things, these days. He does wonder how Needlenose is doing - that fellow is always entirely too uptight.
However, these things are out of his hands. Spinister is sometimes deployed as a scout, and it is as a scout that he has found something extremely interesting. He scowls, seeing the red Autobot chained up. It's bad enough, what the Autobots do to Decepticons, but they do it to their own, too. That's no way to live. That's no way to die.
Silently, he moves toward what looks like the best sniping position in the area, Hairsplitter out and ready in one invisible hand.
Spinister is probably going to clonk right into Mirage, who already had that great idea.
Ooops.
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Eye-fire
Major
In two minds about everything
Posts: 597
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Post by Eye-fire on Oct 9, 2008 18:45:04 GMT -5
A third shape moves through the forest canopy, always careful to stay under cover. Smaller, darker and more cautious for lack of invisibility, Eye-Fire floats from tree to tree in his alt mode , wary of being spotted but watchful of the rest of the forest. Unlike the others, Eye-Fire isn't looking at the alter. He's watching the rest of the forest to see if he can't spy any movement of an errant Autobot come to help out a stricken ally.
If any of the three snipers in this forest notice each other, things are going to get interesting.
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Fleetwind
Major
The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
Twined Elf
Posts: 730
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Post by Fleetwind on Oct 10, 2008 19:51:57 GMT -5
Not every robot lurking in the trees is a sniper or invisible. The pastel yellow form of Fleetwind is also covered among the buildings. This is not his preferred location. His preferred location is far, far overhead. However, as he cannot get far enough overhead to be out of the atmosphere, he settles for here instead.
OOC: Skippable.
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Dead End
Major
Yes, we're all doomed. I already knew that.
Posts: 797
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Post by Dead End on Oct 10, 2008 22:10:51 GMT -5
Dead End is lurking. Lurk, Stunticon, lurk. He is bored doing nothing, but would consider doing anything pointless. He is here because someone ordered him to be here to shoot Autobots. Or possibly those Other Decepticons. Perhaps they will even show up, and there will be a great brawl in which the sides will turn on each other and everyone dies.
More likely, no one will turn up and they will waste time until they start fighting each other in boredom. Then the Autobots will materialize and slaughter everyone again.
His dark red chassis actually blends into the ruddy vegetation around here. Dead End is sure this means that he'll take lethal friendly fire because his 'friends' will shoot the moving bushes without realizing it is him.
--- Dead End is a skippable background fighter unless given direct orders by Scourge
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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 Oct 10, 2008 23:18:47 GMT -5
There's a barely audible yawn that's played from the treetops. There, 'sitting' on a tree branch, is Jetstorm. He holds one of his hands out and frames the imprisoned and then lets out a low chuckle.
"So amusing," he said quietly. He glanced around at the canopy of leaves and is glad for his size at this moment, other than any other time, because it makes him oh so hard to see. His bottom fin swings back and forth as he leans forward a bit more to peer around and see who may be around.
OOC: Skippable..
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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 Oct 10, 2008 23:39:09 GMT -5
Beneath the Vehicon, Thundercracker crouches as low as possible, wishing for a moment that his creators had thought to paint him green rather than blue. Hunkering down among the trees and brush isn't his style... but then, circling the area like a metallic bird of pray isn't really conducive to the idea of "trap," is it?
He glances up at Jetstorm's antics, smiles a little, and turns his attention back to the scene before him.
OOC: Skippable
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Oct 11, 2008 5:07:59 GMT -5
There were times when Skystrike really did wish she’d saved up enough credits to get that upgrade and finally be able to subspace her wings in robot mode at will. All the places she could hide in without an annoying wingtip poking out, all times she could’ve avoid being shot at just because the wings made her such a big honking target— oh, and just think of all the people she could hit with magically appearing wings! Wouldn’t that be glorious?
As it is, the seeker was silently brooding behind some underbrush, wings partially hidden by trees and the rest of her being… actually she was a surprising well camouflaged large flier at the moment. Of course, this was someone who hadn’t properly groomed nearly all week, so dulled paint and random mud splotches were pretty typical. Hurrah, camouflage. She was definitely going to need a shower after all this though.
OOC: Skippable.
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Runamuck
Cadet
I'm not as think as you drunk I am.
Posts: 99
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Post by Runamuck on Oct 11, 2008 10:20:30 GMT -5
White doesn't blend into green and brown too well. It's fortunate, then, that Runamuck is used to being covered in whatever he's been driving around, or he would've objected more to somebody throwing mud on him before he hid in car mode under some low bushes. Well, at least maybe he'll get a sneak attack in.
If he can be bothered to wake up. Runamuck is already slipping into a light defrag out of boredom. It's entirely possible a cloaked sniper could step on him and he'd barely notice.
Skippable.
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Oct 11, 2008 16:45:23 GMT -5
Rodimus Prime frowns as he hears... something. Not sharing information with our allies, are we? Not surprising, but it does suggest to the Prime that time for the Sudden, Inevitable Betrayal is drawing near.
The Warchilde stays still, but sends out a message to his own faction, ordering Skyfire into the air. If they move out, they'll be at the disadvantage... but they can't let their alternates gain any new power source uncontested.
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Starscream
Major
"Sometimes I can almost feel it!"
strangely enough, male.
Posts: 945
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Post by Starscream on Oct 11, 2008 18:18:10 GMT -5
Starscream emerges near the others, finding a large boulder to conceal himself behind. He looks at Rodimus, unaware that he knows of Xaaron, and offers a nod at his 'ally'.
The aura of aggression that Shockwave told him Rodimus possessed seems to be having its affect, something Starscream lets happen without any resistance.
He's like a child at christmas. Soon, all of Starscream's enemies will be defeated. All he has to do is wait.
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Post by Bumblebee-3 on Oct 11, 2008 18:37:11 GMT -5
Bumblebee also waits in silence. Unlike his comrades, he's waiting in vehicle mode. He's eagerly looking to charging an Autobot off the road.
However, since scanning his alternate self, he's now a car that's about thirty years older and in a much worse state of repair. Because of this, his engine is left off, otherwise the noxious black smoke that would emanate from the shrubbery he's concealed himself in would be a giveaway to his position.
For now, he waits.
OOC: Skippable.
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Post by Mirage on Oct 11, 2008 21:01:28 GMT -5
Crossposted to East Coast: Ghost Hunters.
Mirage has not noticed the movement of another into his carefully chosen nest. He periodically checks behind and around, of course, and uses his scope to search for the enemies he knows are hidden around. There are times when he thinks he's spied someone, but even if he does, now is not the time to start this dance.
The spy is kneeling, nestled behind a rocky outcropping which provides a convenient rest for his rifle barrel. The dust and foliage smears across his white and blue paint help him to blend into the ground during the brief moments when he must let his cloaking system spin off. He is cloaked for the moment though, up until the instant an invisible foot makes contact with his own.
As far as Mirage knows, there is only one other invisible man in the area. Cloak disengaging, he swiftly turns, rifle barrel making contact with someone's (hopefully abdominal) plating. A shot now would ruin everything....
Mirage out of thread and off to Ghost Hunters. Posing of Spinister-3 done w/ player permission. Other snipers/spies may spin off into the Ghost Hunters thread if they like.
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