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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Dec 17, 2008 12:26:37 GMT -5
Well, flashy-thing...ing the bad guys is certainly something he knows how to do at least.
Gripping the rim of Pee-Dee's pack tightly to keep from being jostled out of place, Spy Shot leans out to stare at Dead End as he falls. Following Pee-Dee's example, he takes a split second to think of something to say before 'attacking'. What is that phrase humans use, again?
"Say cheese," he states in a rather monotone fashion, and then activates his flash.
Well, if nothing else it might be confusing.
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Runamuck
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Post by Runamuck on Dec 18, 2008 18:33:13 GMT -5
A smarter villain would probably think to close their eyes when they hear someone yelling about "flashy-thing"ing people. Nobody ever accused Runamuck of being a smarter villain.
Rolling sideways away from Tracks' shots as the black beam fades and getting a hole in his arm for his trouble, the Battlecharger naturally looks in the direction of the incoming noise. And so, naturally, he gets a hasty shot off before some tiny thing says something--what the slag is cheese?--and everything goes white.
"GAH!" Runamuck futilely throws a hand up in front of his face as his optics only show haze and dazzle effects. He keeps firing, trying to follow the sound of Pee-Dee's engine. "Don't any of you Autobots fight fair?!"
Pot? Kettle calling.
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Tracks
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Post by Tracks on Dec 19, 2008 16:25:43 GMT -5
'Kneecapping to the oppressors?'
Tracks can only watch in wide-opticked surprise and confusion as Pee-Dee rips through the air and into Dead End. Well, that was certainly one way to make an entrance. Then the world outside the branches goes a searing leaf-patterned white.
Blinded, battered, and quite dirty, Tracks twists and pushes against the weight on his back. The tree budges a little bit, just enough for him to slide free. He points his gun and missile in what he hopes and remembers is the direction that Dead End fell in. "Don't move, Decepticon." This could be a very good bluff or a bad one. Whichever one it is, Tracks certainly can't see clearly.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 20, 2008 15:41:32 GMT -5
The Stunticon goes down like a two-dollar hooker in Las Vegas. Pee-Dee transforms on top of him, one heel coming down hard on his shoulder.
Then the white car'former starts shooting at her. "Duck and cover, little bit!"
Pee-Dee back flips off the Stunticon, landing on her hands. One shoulder creaks alarmingly as she pushes off, handspringing back to her feet.
She pauses as she sees all three of the others have apparently been blinded. "Am I the only person who pays attention when other people shout things around here?"
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Dec 20, 2008 17:53:54 GMT -5
Dead End manages to keep hold on his rifle when he hits the ground--for all the good it does him. He's just turning his head to look at Pee-Dee when his optics overload--
Laserfire zaps by overhead, and Dead End quite naturally assumes he's been laser-blinded again--just as someone's boot heel slams into his shoulder joint, partially dislocating the wheel on its axle.
Oh, that's just great. He's not going to be racing anywhere when he transforms, if he ever transforms again. More likely, someone will blow his core out first while he lies here blind and nearly helpless. Perhaps he'd be better off just laying down and hoping his enemies go for a quick, merciful finish.
No freebies for Autobots.
Pee-Dee's sarcastic tone suddenly cuts through his melancholy; Dead End's audials work just fine. He rolls onto his back and fires his concussion rifle towards the sound of her voice.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Dec 20, 2008 23:56:43 GMT -5
Having ducked his head into relative safety at Pee-Dee's order - 'little bit', there's another name - Spy Shot finds himself dangling unceremoniously on the outside of the Junkion's pack after her flip. Thank goodness for robotic joints, or dislocated shoulders would have been in order.
"I pay attention," he says in response to Pee-Dee, oblivious to the question's rather rhetorical nature.
Considering the best way to get himself back into the pack, Spy Shot notes that he has a rather good view of what's going on from this position. Including the concussion rifle being leveled and fired towards them. Giving a squeak of alarm, the camera-bot follows up with a quick "Look out!"
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Runamuck
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Post by Runamuck on Dec 22, 2008 6:23:58 GMT -5
Runamuck growls irritably as his vision begins to return. Blurred shapes and figures on a white backdrop; not much, but enough to know that two of them aren't Dead End.
And enough to notice that they both seem to be focused on Dead End. Opportunity!
Springing up from his kneeling posture, Runamuck charges at the shape with wings on its arms. Chuckling maliciously, the Battlecharger jumps, turning so that his side faces Tracks, and transforms, extending a ramming pad. At the same time, the rifle in his front end extends out of his hood, taking potshots in Pee-Dee's general direction, although he's not really bothering to aim much. He just wants to hit something.
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Tracks
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Post by Tracks on Dec 23, 2008 15:52:34 GMT -5
"Pay attention? How were we supposed to know what 'flashy thing' meant?" Tracks half-grumbles and half-protests.
A small voice shouting 'Look out!' prompts the warrior to snap his head back in its direction, regardless of whether or not he can really see anything and regardless of whether or not it was meant for him (Tracks doen't know). Any wonder of who that little voice might belong to is put to a quick stop as a familiar engine roar comes raging. Dead End's not the only one who can use his audios. Target lock and with a loud hiss, Tracks launches his last missile. "Watch out and stay out of that Decepticon's way!" He doesn't want that missile to accidently lock on someone else if Runamuck happens to get too close.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 26, 2008 1:42:05 GMT -5
"Context clues!" Pee-Dee informs Tracks, all helpful-like. She also natters on the radio lines as Shockwave sets her up with a wonderful Princess Bride reference.
Spy Shot 6's cry of 'look out!' almost comes too late in Pee-Dee's distracted state. She jerks to the side, but Dead End's concussion blast smashes into her shoulder. The same shoulder that had creaked so alarmingly when she backflipped away from him earlier.
With a tear of metal, her right arm goes spinning away into the brush.
"HEY!"
As Runamuck starts shooting at her, Pee-Dee dances out of the way. Several shots blacken her body, and there's a nasty scent of burning wiring as one manages to hit the open wound of her shoulder.
"You're going to regret this for the rest of your life - both seconds of it."1
The laser-fire unfortunately drives her away from where her arm went flying. Pee-Dee's engine snarls and she draws the gun that's been hanging from her hip.
Mr. Singe, Dead End. Dead End, Mr. Singe.
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1. "Demolition Man"
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Dec 26, 2008 13:26:16 GMT -5
Dead End's vision finally clears as he rolls to his feet--wincing slightly at the pain of his dislocated front axle--
Just in time to see the Junkion pointing an oddly thick, double-barreled gun at him. There was something curiously familiar about the weapon, but Dead End couldn't quite place it--however, it was probably a bad idea to just stand and stare at it. He flung himself to one side--
Not quite quickly enough as the flamethrower roared, spewing twin gouts of white-hot fire toward the Stunticon. One stream scorched Dead End's side; his forcefields kept the flame from sticking, but could not stop all the heat. In the center of the scorched zone, metal melted and ran, while for feet around it, paint bubbled, blistered and scorched. Delicate forcefield circuitry overheated, degraded, and finally failed--
But Dead End had already dodged out of the stream, leaving it to strike the trees and brush behind him. Oops. Can we say, "forest fire", boys and girls?
--- Pee-Dee firing Singe per conversation with player
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Skyfire
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Post by Skyfire on Dec 26, 2008 14:25:09 GMT -5
Skyfire, being Skyfire, knows exactly what he's doing; his wings don't melt, though numerous circuits whine and complain about overheating. He stoops low, down toward the battle below--easy to find as the smoke rises through the trees and his IR imagers pick up the heat of the nascent forest fire.
No missiles, then. The heat-seekers would only spiral uselessly into the fire.
There! Tracks's blue and black form comes into view, as do those of Runamuck, Pee-Dee and Dead End. Skyfire has only an instant to make a decision--he does, and strafes Dead End with his proton beams--then he's past and away, climbing up to face his counterpart once again.
--- OOC: cross-posted from "Yellow Badge of Courage". Skyfire is doing a quick pass-through, in and out-of-thread this post.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Dec 26, 2008 18:38:49 GMT -5
Spy Shot is startled by the spatter of fire from Runamuck, having been distracted by the unexpected flight of Pee-Dee's arms. Lenses swiveling into place within his chest, he fires off a reflexive blast of light in Runamuck's direction. Following up on old instincts, he swings himself to face Pee-Dee's pack and clambers back inside to hide.
//I saw where your arm went,// he says to the Junkion.
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Runamuck
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Post by Runamuck on Dec 26, 2008 19:10:21 GMT -5
Runamuck hits the ground rolling, tires tearing into the dirt and throwing chunks of grass into the air as he peels away. He just notices the missile swerving after him--
--just as a really, really hot flamethrower goes off nearby. The Battlecharger cackles even as a light burst burns a hole in his windshield, charging in Pee-Dee's direction and popping his armor out into secondary mode. He doesn't quite aim for the Junkion, instead aiming to swing around her and hook around a tree.
Then he changes his mind, bashing the tree sidelong and cracking the trunk. The missile follows suit, blasting chunks of wood out of it and throwing Runamuck sideways by the force of the blast. With a loud crack, the tree shudders and begins to topple over, not as big as the last one that fell, but hopefully enough to at least annoy the enemy.
Runamuck, meanwhile, crashes back down hard on his wheels, slightly stunned by the explosion but prepared to keep driving anyway.
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Tracks
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Post by Tracks on Dec 26, 2008 21:13:35 GMT -5
First thing he sees when his vision returns are proton beams rain down from the sky. Then a hungry ribbon of fire streams out, licking and nibbling at the leaves and trees all around. It's not too long before Tracks finds himself sliding away from the cackling roar of a quickly burning forest floor. It doesn't end there though. Tracks finds himself flying at the explosion caused by his own missile..and finds himself optic to wrist with a rust-colored arm.
With a groan, Tracks staggers up. His wings ache and spasm, there's a mighty dent in his back as well as spiderwebs creeping up along his windshield, and his intakes sputter at the thickening smoke (not to mention that there's the carbon scoring and burns on his chassis from all the laser fire). First thing he sees is Pee-Dee. Next thing he sees--or rather doesn't see is one of Pee-Dee's arms. Ah. He bends over, holding in a groan and scoops up the severed arm. Tracks pulls himself towards the Junkion just in time as another tree crashes down.
"Let me lend you a hand, miss." Missing arm proffered to Pee-Dee, Tracks pulls up his standard rifle and searches for a target. There! He pulls the trigger, staring determinedly down the barrel at Runamuck's image.
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Slag-3
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Post by Slag-3 on Dec 27, 2008 23:14:22 GMT -5
All of the noise of the fighting appears to have disturbed something, as, in the distance, foliage starts to move as a creature makes its way closer.
It seems that, while most of the Autobot-3s have left, one has remained behind, barely awake. However, Slag has heard noise, and he is curious. What is trying to disturb his rest? The triceratops moves through the undergrowth until he comes across the fight. Fire, lasers hitting the ground, all sorts of commotion going on...
In fact, its too much for the rather dim dinobot to take in at once, so he just watches with a dull expression on his face, trying to figure out exactly what is happening.
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