Bird-Dog Begins

[Jetstorm (BM)]

Jetstorm learned his lesson before with weaponry and flies upward very fast, hissing in anger as some of the explosion's heat hits him in a wave. He idly rubs at his arm and then fires a line of warning shots behind Silverbolt, making sure he has no ideas of escaping.

// Sounds delightful. For us! //

[Tarantulas]

Tarantulas isn't as fast as Jetstorm. Nor can he fly. He is, however, familiar with Silverbolt, and wasn't honestly expecting him to give up without a fight. As such, he's prepared for the attack, and drops to the roof, rolling out of the way of the feather missile, though the blast catches him in the back, cracking the gold plating on his rear and severing some of his spider legs.

He screams in pain and fires his web pistol at Silverbolt, sending a shimmering blue energy web toward him. Then he starts scanning the rooftop for potential cover.

[Silverbolt]

Silverbolt's eyes widened as Jetstorm's fire headed towards him. Silverbolt quickly leaped backeards out of the way to avoid the shots and returned fire at the Vehicon, indicating that he had no intention of running away. However, being distracted with Jetstorm caused the fuzor to temporarily forget the spider, whose energy web caught Silverbolt by surprise and pinned im down to the rooftop.

As Silverbolt struggled to break free of the web, he made desperate call to the broadband.

[Jetstorm (BM)]

While he was fast enough to avoid the explosion, shots hit Jetstorm in his one arm which was rubbing at the other. He reels back in midair, grabbing at the spot which was shot but still sending a return fire. Then, before he can do much else...

"Fight is over, by cause of sticky pinning," he declares and darts down. He glances over, "Spider, erm, Tarantulas, was it? Look, you got him." He stares down at his arm and picks at the black singe marks, wincing lightly but ignoring it.

[Tarantulas]

Tarantulas picks himself up off the floor, the spider legs on his back sparking where the ends have been blown off. He nods toward Jetstorm. "Tarantulas, yes. And you are?"

Then he turns toward Silverbolt, optic band narrowing as he stalks toward the fuzor, crouching over the bird-dog and placing a foot on his back. "And now, lights out, Maximal!" With that, he smacks him in the back of the head with his web pistol.

Then he cackles maniacally at length. If Jetstorm is a sport he'll join in.

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Tolchocking of Silverbolt done with player permission.

[Jetstorm (BM)]

"Jetstorm's the name," he bows, sweeping one arm against his chest in a exaggerated motion. He watches as Silverbolt is knocked out and laughs as well, a deep, maniacal chuckle. He composes himself and then waves his hand over at the Maximal.

"What do we do with that thing now anyway?" He asks.

[Tarantulas]

Tarantulas nods to Jetstorm. "Charmed, I'm sure." Then, after the very satisfying Evil Laughter Session has concluded, he responds "We'd better get him back to Ship. Though even in a place like this the two of us just dragging him through the street is going to attract unwanted attention."

The spider puts a claw on his chin, and looks down at Silverbolt thoughtfully.

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Sorry for the delay. My internet's been on the fritz. And Silverbolt is skippable until he wakes up, I suppose?

[Skyfire]

Skyfire has found a very comfortable (for him) seedy dive that's a hangout for adventurers and explorers of all types, and has been listening to some very interesting stories--then came Silverbolt's distress call. With a start, Skyfire realizes that the bird-wolf is in trouble just around the corner.

"Sorry to cut and run, Northwest," he says, interrupting his new drinking companion's tale of raiding the lost temple of the Black Gods of Mars, "but I've got a crew member in trouble. I'll have to catch the end of the story later."

The space-bronzed humanoid nods, and gives him a wry grin. "No offense taken, friend. I'd do the same for any of mine."

Skyfire tosses some local currency on the bar (Where'd he get that? Don't ask embarrassing questions. He's a damn good poker player), waves at Northwest, Kal and Eric John, and heads out.

He finds Silverbolt not more than a dozen of his strides down the street and around the corner into a narrow alley, so narrow he has to half-turn to avoid scraping his wings on both sides. Naturally, he's leading with his drawn gun, held close to his side.

Twin barrels point in Tarantulas' general direction as he says, "You can stop right there and back off, spider. You too, Jetstorm." He gestures with the muzzle of his cannon.

[Jetstorm (BM)]

"Can we sell him? I think we could get a few..." Jetstorm is about to say before interrupted by the Autobot. He puts his claws to his forehead, rubbing at the temples-spot. "We can't even have anything interesting happen without our parade being rained on? Shoo," he waves his hands dismissively at Skyfire.

He readies his systems, for fight or flight, or fighting while flight. That works too.

[Tarantulas]

"Oh, scrap," Tarantulas says, dropping the line of glowing blue energy silk he'd been dragging Silverbolt by. He raises his hands above his head and steps away from the prone Maximal. Usually he at least gets the victim back to his lab before everything goes horribly wrong!

The wheels in his head are turning, as they always are. Not actual wheels, of course, the evil thinky kind. //Do you know if he has another other weapons?// the spider transmits to his companion. //If we can disarm him of that gun, then he can barely move in this alley and we'll have the advantage.//

[Skyfire]

Skyfire steps forward, gesturing again with his cannon. "Back further. Or keep tempting me; this gun has a fairly light trigger." Light for Skyfire-sized fingers, that is. "And I don't 'shoo' without Silverbolt."

Cautiously watching the two 'Cons, he reaches down with the other hand to pick up Silverbolt.

[Jetstorm (BM)]

//I don't know what he has for sure, I've never seen him up close in battle.// Jetstorm murmurs over the short-range radio as he backs up a bit further. //How strong is your weaponry? Perhaps a shot to the hand can get him to drop the gun.//

Jetstorm hovers up a bit behind Tarantulas, still glaring at Skyfire. "See, look, we're not touching that thing."

[Tarantulas]

//Let's find out,// transmits Tarantulas, as he launches a volley of missiles from his shoulders at Skyfire's gun hand. Yes, the missiles come out of the same ports as bullets do. Electric lava? //If he drops the gun, go for his eyes.//

[Skyfire]

Skyfire has a slight disadvantage here: he has paper-thin skin compared to most Cybertronians. His hide is meant to shed re-entry heat, not missiles; every gram of mass that could be saved to go into engines, drives, and structural members, was.

In short, the missiles tear through Skyfire's gun hand like bullets through paper. This has the curious effect that any explosive projectiles do little damage, because his thin skin is like a break-away partition, channeling any blasts outwards. Unfortunately, it also has the effect that his servos, pistons and tendon-cables are essentially unprotected and exposed.

Skyfire has a slight advantage here--he thinks extremely fast and he acts precisely, not jerkily out of surprise or panic. He tosses his cannon into the air just before Tarantulas's missiles demolish most of the servos in his hand, rendering it unable to grip. At the same time, his cockpit slides open and he tosses Silverbolt inside. Finally, he reaches out with the now empty left hand to catch his cannon as it comes down from on high. It was a sloppy throw, with the damaged hand, and he has to lean for it.

If someone tries to interfere with the trajectory of the falling cannon, they'll find it's very heavy for wee jets to lift--and said interlopers may find Skyfire's big left hand wrapped around them AND the cannon, if they're not careful.

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OOC: Will edit disposition of Silverbolt if that's a problem

[Jetstorm (BM)]

Jetstorm listens well, and shoots for Skyfire's optics as soon as he throws the gun. He also shoots a few times at Silverbolt as he's tossed, mostly out of anger and spite.

He hisses a bit angrily, grabbing his current partner in crime by the shoulder, "Aim for his chest, see if we can blast out the Maximal scum!"