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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 28, 2008 16:49:01 GMT -5
"Uh-oh," Pee-Dee says as the forest fire ignites. "Smokey is going to be so mad at me."
She flinches back as brilliant beams of light flash down from above. Erk-! Okay, not aiming for her or Tracks, or if they were, whoever was shooting couldn't hit the broad side of a barn at two feet range.
//I saw where your arm went.//
"Thank you, little bit!" Pee-Dee holsters Mr. Singe at her hip again, patting him in an attempt to be comforting. "Don't worry, I think we'll be done with this soon-"
Runamuck goes barreling past her with a missile on his tail. Pee-Dee has got to stop nattering on the General band and start paying more attention to this fight right here.
The missile's explosion sends Pee-Dee lurching to the side, half-stumbling and half-being flung by the force of the blast. She's better able to keep her feet than some, but that's no real comfort when the tree lands on her.
"I have had it up to here with you people!" -Crack!- goes a major branch as the Junkion shoves the leaves aside and climbs to her feet.
"Thank you, Tracks." She snatches the proffered arm from the Corvette and reattaches it. "Now, kneel down and prepare to be judged, scum."
Both hatchets at the ready, Pee-Dee steps towards the white car.
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Dec 28, 2008 19:38:33 GMT -5
Just as Dead End reels to his feet, one hand clutching at his seared side, destruction comes streaking in from above. Skyfire's proton beams bracket the Stunticon, throwing dirt and branches into the sky as they blast into the earth. Dead End tumbles to the ground again and hangs onto it until reality stops heaving.
He lays motionless for a while, a wreck of a Decepticon with an ugly hole scorched in his side, half-buried in dirt and debris. Not far away, fire crackles hungrily.
Dead End decides that he hurts too much to be dead--though he morbidly contemplates the thought that since all processing stops on termination, you might 'remember' your last thoughts and sensations for an apparently eternal instant...
Something crackles and whines down to oblivion near the top of his helmet--one of his forcefield nodes, overloaded by Skyfire's really, really near-miss. So. He's not dead.
--did Starscream really just order the Sudden But Inevitable Betrayal?
Dead End lifts his head and glances around, his gaze coming to rest on a certain beaked snout surmounted by two wicked horns and a frill. Oh dear.
There's a nice little forest fire crackling merrily along, too. Oh dear, dear.
Ever so carefully, Dead End gets to his feet and edges away from the fire, the battle, and the very large Dinobot.
// Oh, Runamuck? Plan your escape route--there's a Dinobot here, and Starscream just called off the alliance, // he radios his ally.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Dec 28, 2008 21:31:44 GMT -5
Knocking about in Pee-Dee's pack isn't the most pleasant or unpleasant experience Spy Shot has encountered in his relatively short life - certainly, falling from a ceiling hurt more - but it is enough to make him temporarily abandon his station at the pack's rim to curl protectively into camera form for a moment.
Soon enough, he is back up to peer about, leaning out as far as he can in attempt to see as much as possible. The burgeoning forest fire is quite entrancing.
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Runamuck
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Post by Runamuck on Dec 30, 2008 7:00:39 GMT -5
Still rattled from the explosion, Runamuck lurches forward on his wheels, taking Tracks's shot in the rear quarter. With his armor still extended, it burns clean through a panel, but does little to the components behind.
The shock of the burn knocks him back to awareness. Oooh, pretty blaze.....
....and some big, gray and yellow thing. With horns. And an Autobot symbol. Then he get
//That thing with the horns is a Dynobot?// he replies to Dead End. //The ones I know were tanks, last anybody heard from 'em.// Not that he wants to tangle with them in any form.
And here comes a torqued-off bike femme with axes. This day keeps getting better.
Runamuck wheels backwards in a sharp turn, firing a rocket at Pee-Dee. Barely waiting for it to get out of the launcher, he snaps his armor back down and flashes into robot mode, drawing his laser rifle in his right hand and his friction rifle in his left. "You like fire, huh? Let's see how you take the heat!" Cliche line said, he raises both rifles and opens fire at the Junkion.
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Tracks
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Post by Tracks on Dec 31, 2008 22:01:04 GMT -5
"Pee-Dee!"
Note to self, try not to irritate the Junkion. It looks quite detrimental to one's health any of the times. Tracks turns to look for Dead End as his companion charges the white Decepticon. He catches sight of the other Decepticon edging away across the fire. It's then that the crackling of branches that aren't on fire catches Tracks's attention. He whirls around, rifle trained in the direction of the new noise.
"...Slag?" The look on Tracks's face twists into a slight frown. // Slag, what is your current location? //
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Slag-3
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Post by Slag-3 on Dec 31, 2008 22:40:42 GMT -5
Slag blinks for a bit longer as he inputs what he sees. Some Autobots and some Decepticons fighting. Hmm... But are they his Autobots?
//Grimlock, I, Slag, am curious to where our troops are// he sends to the Dinobot leader. Unfortunately, Slag has been sleeping far too long. Not only is there a blockade over in that area, but the aforementioned leader is long dead. When he receives nothing but static in response, Slag growls.
"Hmm. I, Slag, do believe that is my name" Slag says in response to Tracks, before lowering his head and kicking back some dirt with his rear left leg, getting ready to charge. He doesn't remember a Tracks following them to this universe, of course he would expect a radio transmission from someone if what he was doing was bad.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jan 1, 2009 16:49:17 GMT -5
"I am the heat!" Pee-Dee snarls as she charges forward, hatchets at the ready.
It never occurs to her to dodge what Runamuck fires at her. She's a Junkion, after all, and guns are only annoying to her, not dangerous. Thus, several blasts from the friction rifle hit her dead on.
Faintly, she feels a slimy warmth spread over her frame. In mid-charge, Pee-Dee can't come to an immediate halt even if she realizes she needs to, so the feeling doesn't last long.
Because her joints ignite.
Heat boils the water rushing as coolant through her, causing scalding steam to billow out of her. Other liquids behave much more nastily - freon burns into phosgene gas, which also billows out with the steam.
Mr. Singe had better be very thankful for the full environment sealing on his suit. Anything else organic is going to smother as the chemicals in the gas disrupt the blood-air barrier in their hearts.
Wires sizzle and melt, circuit-boards crack in the heat, and metal runs and fuses.
Through it all, one thought runs through Pee-Dee's head: Rodimus burned hotter.
Her optics flash scarlet as sparks flicker from her mouth, and she doesn't stop her charge. She might be a fused piece of metal when she reaches Runamuck, but by Time-Warner, she will make him suffer.
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Jan 1, 2009 17:27:25 GMT -5
// He looks rather like Slag, a Dinobot from my reality. The strongest of them short of Grimlock, I believe, // Dead End radios.
The world returns to view in 360 degree monochrome. His radar is back online. The Junkion is charging his team-mate Runamuck in spite of being on fire. Slag is getting ready to charge... someone, perhaps Tracks, probably himself.
// If that Junkion doesn't go down very quickly, retreat and regroup, // Dead End finally advises Runamuck. He can't quite bring himself to run out on a sort-of team-mate, so he continues to edge away from the fight, but doesn't transform and drive away. // I require repairs. //
Perhaps he can't.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Jan 2, 2009 11:35:52 GMT -5
The area around Pee-Dee is quickly becoming hotter than Spy Shot is willing to handle as a being composed partly of plastics and with a limited cooling system. The forest may be on fire around them, but he'll take his chances with the heat that can burn wood over the heat that can melt metal.
Scouting out a large bush that doesn't appear to be burning too fiercely yet, the camera-bot makes a leap from the frying pan into the fire. Tumbling down through the smoldering branches of the bush, he makes it to the ground with only a light impact and some scratches and dents in his softening polycarbonate shell.
Spy Shot climbs to his feet and flees the burning bush. Now all he has to do is find somewhere safe from the forest fire where he won't melt and avoid being crushed by large feet.
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Runamuck
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Post by Runamuck on Jan 3, 2009 19:16:26 GMT -5
//Ugly scrap either way.....//
Runamuck blinks as Pee-Dee, despite being on fire (usually a rather distracting condition), keeps coming, even managing a cliche line of her own in the process. "Don't you Autobots even know how to die?" He dives aside, feeling the searing heat caused by his own gun burning painful gouges out of his back plating, and rolls behind a tree to assess the situation as he does.
So. One that doesn't seem able to die, one that's got too many guns for his own good, one with really big horns, and some tiny thing. His only ally in the area is half scrapped.
Yeah, this is one of those "discretion is the better part of not getting slagged" moments.
//You gonna be able to drive, or are you from one of those worlds where everybody flies?// Because as much as Runamuck hates flying, he sure wouldn't mind it at the moment.
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Tracks
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Post by Tracks on Jan 4, 2009 0:51:44 GMT -5
This is not turning out very well at all. Tracks grimaces as Slag opts to prepare a charge at him instead of responding over radio. Not theirs then...
"Pee-Dee! We have to retreat, Rodimus's orders were to disengage if we encounter too much trouble." Three against two would be a little bit of trouble, if one of them is an enemy Dinobot, then that's loads more trouble than they can afford. "Pee-Dee?" Tracks whips around to look for the Junkion. Tracks can no longer see Dead End and he certainly isn't expecting to find the fireball that is Pee-Dee charging towards Runamuck.
'For the love of--' Tracks dashes through the fire after her and away from Slag. The sharp and acrid scent of burning chemicals and metals quickly hits his olfactory sensors. He tries to ignore the searing feeling of his own panels and armor warping and softening in the intense heat. 'There's a lake somewhere near here.1' Get Pee-Dee there first to douse her out and then retreat back to the tunnels.
"Pee-Dee!" He reaches out, either for her to grasp his hand or to try and get ahold of her if she doesn't (or doesn't want to) notice him. "They have no more business with us." Another thought catches his mind and Tracks swiftly glances around, smoke and fire obscuring his vision. // Hey, Flashy, where are you? // They all need to get out of here.
1 Mentioned in Mirage-3's post on the first page of thread.
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Slag-3
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Post by Slag-3 on Jan 5, 2009 23:52:39 GMT -5
Hmm. He's running from him. While Slag is tempted to just charge and crush the car, curiosity gets the better of him. So after Tracks runs into the fire, Slag simply follows behind him, walking as opposed to running. The heavily armored Dinobot barely notices the flames as he heads forward to see what Tracks is so desperate to run to. Namely, a flaming Pee-Dee and another Decepticon he could care less about.
Standing at a bit of a distance away, Slag mutters"Well now, you've all been having fun while I, Slag, rested, haven't you...", before transforming and drawing his sword.
"Well now, why so eager to leave? I, Slag, am a nice host" he says, resting the sword against his shoulder and taking a step forward, just in case he wasn't noticed. "In fact, I, Slag, will be so generous as to end you here rather than allow the fires to burn you!". With his free hand, Slag draws his blaster from subspace and aims at a point roughly in the middle of the assembled group, before firing the electro blaster. Its unlikely he'll hit anyone, but he just wants to make them scatter at the moment. He'll think of something to do with them later.
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Spinister-3
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Post by Spinister-3 on Jan 6, 2009 14:38:57 GMT -5
Singe is a flamethrower. This does not mean that he actually wants to be be on fire. He is a shy fellow, not likely to speak up, but...
He says softly, "Miss Pee-Dee, you seem to be, ah, using your hatchets." Also on fire. "Might I be of more use protecting Spy Shot 6 or aiding Tracks?"
Skippable.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jan 7, 2009 23:59:50 GMT -5
"Nope! Death is for other people!"
It's quite fortunate that Runamuck is starting to retreat now, because Pee-Dee's joints have finally given up the ghost. Her body refuses to respond, and she crashes face-first to the ground, Tracks's hand just grazing her arm as she falls.
She mutters something into the grass, then jerks as her optics crack from the heat.
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Pee-Dee is skippable. She's also man-handlable by Tracks.
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Jan 8, 2009 19:09:21 GMT -5
Dead End replies to Runamuck, // As a matter of fact, I can fly. I am dubious about my ability to transform; front axle wrenched. It's probably opened seals somewhere, and I shall seize up suddenly any time now. //
The Stunticon found an open spot and lofted into the air. // Er, you can fly, right? Or at least drive away? Not that it really helps. If that's a version of my Slag, he can fly as robot. //
--- slinking out-of-thread unless stopped, but available for radio conversations over on D-band.
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