Firebolt
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Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
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Mar 18, 2010 22:08:51 GMT -5
Post by Firebolt on Mar 18, 2010 22:08:51 GMT -5
"Oh jeeze," Firebolt can only manage as she hears the fire break out. She doesn't want to look back because of trying to focus on the road. She stares for a moment in a mirror though, but that's enough for her to hit a hole and sends one of her hubcaps flying off. She whines in annoyance and seems to be focused on that for a moment.
//I hope he doesn't fire over here... This road is so bad I'm not sure it could be any worse.// She says to Skids-Z, glancing over at him for a moment.
It's probably very hard to see that the road really does get worse, especially when she's mostly focused on the happening behind her through quick glances in rear-view mirrors.
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Mar 20, 2010 23:51:54 GMT -5
Post by Breakaway on Mar 20, 2010 23:51:54 GMT -5
Skipping Swerve due to timeout.
Breakaway swoops low over the elevated road, sending out a quick radar ping to ascertain whether or not Swerve is following. He hopes he is. He'd hate for civilians to get caught in the line of fire and pay for his mistake. He keeps pace with the two carformers, hovering overhead in case anything goes wrong, but not interfering. They seem to be enjoying the open road.
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Mar 21, 2010 8:40:36 GMT -5
Post by Swerve on Mar 21, 2010 8:40:36 GMT -5
OOC: Per Breakaway's player, the thermal wave works exclusively on weapon systems and doesn't affect Transformers. (Whether it works on Transformers who turn into weapons, who knows.) So no dramatic passing out for Swerve.
Breakaway doesn't know Swerve if he didn't expect gunfire. Swerve doesn't know Breakaway, either, and doesn't expect that his cannon – with much better cooling capabilities than Swerve himself has – will abruptly bleat at him and fall into wait mode, shedding more heat than his engine, when he tries to fire it again as the airborne heap of dross passes overhead.
As if Swerve needed a reason to get spun up even higher.
"I don't do nice!" he snarls, charging into racer mode after Breakaway, transmission singing as he pushes it as fast as it will go. The instant his cannon's working again, he'll resume shooting.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
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Mar 21, 2010 11:40:14 GMT -5
Post by Skid-Z on Mar 21, 2010 11:40:14 GMT -5
//[Shortband: Firebolt & Breakaway ] Murphy’s law...// Skid-Z responds tensely, face perfectly aligned with his mood. //Bad road, angry Autobot, I’m telling you folks; we’re baking evil cookies right now//
When Swerve appears in the hind sensors, Skid-Z adds a bit distraught //[ Shortband: Firebolt & Breakaway] …did you hear the oven ping? I heard an oven ping…. Yeah, I do think the oven pinged…. optics front and back, ‘Bolt!// with that, the racer hits the brakes for just a few clicks to let Firebolt pass him so he can get up half behind her to give the both of them as much road as possible.
//[Shortband: Breakaway & Firebolt] hmmY'know? When I said he should stop griping and moaning, I really had something else in mind.//
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Firebolt
Major
Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
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Posts: 575
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Driven
Mar 23, 2010 12:48:49 GMT -5
Post by Firebolt on Mar 23, 2010 12:48:49 GMT -5
//I don't want cookies.// Firebolt declares. She straightens out after the loss of her hubcap and resumes focusing on the road ahead. She does her best as the road gets worse, but Ferraris were not meant for any sort of off-road driving, or even any sort of road condition that was beyond 'flat'. Firebolt feels her wheels wobbling a bit as she dodges a hole.
She peers far ahead seeing what seems to be a ramp made of junk formed on the edge of a hole and gets excited, quite forgetting to notice what's in front of her - A large hole. She notices a bit too late as her front tires spin right off, quickly followed by the rest of her. She swears in shock before she transforms and grabs onto the edge of the hole before she can fall any further.
"Slagslagslag!!" She declares, as she digs both of her hands onto the edge and swings back and forth a bit.
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Mar 23, 2010 21:29:31 GMT -5
Post by Breakaway on Mar 23, 2010 21:29:31 GMT -5
//Yeah, that's my fault. I was trying to provoke him into joining the fun. I didn't realize he was, er, crazy.// Breakaway broadcasts to Skid-Z, shouting back to Swerve "Maybe you should learn!"
Then Firebolt takes a nosedive and barely manages to catch herself. //Hold on!// Breakaway transmits on the shortwave, transforming as he dives down toward the road, landing at the lip of the hole Firebolt is dangling from and reaching down. "Grab my hand!"
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Mar 24, 2010 1:29:18 GMT -5
Post by Swerve on Mar 24, 2010 1:29:18 GMT -5
A grating, raucous laugh answers Breakaway as Swerve darts onto the closed roadway.
"Like you're s'posed to teach me," he demands, "half-clocked heap of tin? You aren't even slaggin' worth your own vapour trail!" The road itself is infuriating in its horrific state. No stretch of blacktop on Velocitron would be allowed to get this bad even if the racers had to pave it themselves! "Rivets! You can't even pull your head outta your afterburners long enough t' pick a decent road! But what's a cloud-humper like you know about roads anyway?!" His weapons systems are cooling even as the rest of him heats up. He has a target.
He's going to enjoy this.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Mar 25, 2010 17:08:02 GMT -5
Post by Skid-Z on Mar 25, 2010 17:08:02 GMT -5
"FIREBOLT!!" Skid-Z leaps to speed when he sees the Ferrari sink away in the hole; he knows he's fast enough to catch her. Then all of the sudden, there's Breakaway in the path of the roaring Formula 1 car!
Skid-Z slams down his brakes, a force that fills the air with ear-shattering screeches and stains the road with tracks of burned rubber. The mech unfolds, digging his feet and hands to the road. He comes close to inches to Breakaway as his kinetic calculations would've taken him to the very edge to the gap, and he curses loudly. Hurriedly he crouches, looking down to Firebolt with evident worry, "hold on!"
//[Shortband: All] Swerve! Firebolt is in danger... time out! Please!//
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Firebolt
Major
Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
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Posts: 575
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Driven
Mar 25, 2010 19:26:36 GMT -5
Post by Firebolt on Mar 25, 2010 19:26:36 GMT -5
Underneath her mask, Firebolt looks to be quite determined, especially in the 'I won't fall, I won't die,' sort of way. She hears the engines above and looks up to see Skid-Z and Breakaway and then hisses a bit as she swings her legs back and forth again.
"If I fall I'm gonna smack you, and I'm gonna smack you for giving me a bad road recommendation," she declares as she digs one hand in and then reaches up to grab onto Breakaway with her other. She grabs on tightly to his extended hand and then swings her legs to get some momentum to get herself further up. She manages to get up on one arm and sees in between the two mechs legs that Swerve is nearing closer and closer.
"Guys, guys GUYS GUYS HE'S LIKE RIGHT THERE AND I AM STILL STUCK!!" she says frantically as she tries to pull herself up. It's tricker than one would think because she's very bottom-heavy, with her engine in her legs.
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Mar 25, 2010 20:03:58 GMT -5
Post by Breakaway on Mar 25, 2010 20:03:58 GMT -5
"So I get smacked whether you fall or not, basically?," Breakaway asks, grabbing Firebolt's hand in both of his and beginning to haul the smaller robot upwards, silently hoping that her shoulder isn't a ball joint.
He flinches as Skid-Z screeches to a halt behind him, his radar giving him a proximity alert telling him exactly how close all three of them just came to tumbling off the elevated road. "Nice brakes," he says. "Give me a hand pulling up . . . Firebolt, was it? And the angry guy is Swerve. I'm Breakaway. You are?"
As Firebolt warns him that Swerve is still coming his right wrist twitches reflexively, his cannons itching to deploy. If the Velcitronian won't lay aside his anger long enough to let them rescue the little red car, there will be trouble. //I'll meet you in the simulator any time, Swerve, but someone who has no part in our little grudge match is in danger right now.//
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Mar 29, 2010 22:07:15 GMT -5
Post by Swerve on Mar 29, 2010 22:07:15 GMT -5
Swerve shuts off his radio and opens the throttle wide as he bears down on the scene, aiming squarely for Breakaway's leg, ready to smash it out from under the slagger regardless of what that stupid loud-mouthed kid's got herself into. It isn't Swerve's fault she can't handle a rough course.
But she's just a stupid kid.
He brakes and turns late enough that Breakaway might feel searing-hot exhaust pipes just barely graze his leg as Swerve veers to one side, sliding around the hole in the road until he comes to a stop on the other side, "staring" at the other three Autobots, humming down to his frame with so much pent-up tension it makes his steering ache. He came down here to race, to fight, anything but play the pace car. His engine revs with an angry snarl as he realises that if he sticks around, that's exactly what he'll end up doing.
To the Pit with this. "I'm not here for more slaggin' salvage work," he growls, front end lowering in a crouch, headlamps flashing bright. He guns his engine again and his tires squeal as he spins another 180°, throwing gravel and crumbled bits of blacktop out behind him. Then he peels out for the other end of the road and whatever's waiting there because it isn't back here with a bunch of third wheels he can't bring himself to smash off the overpass. It just makes him angrier because he's gone soft.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Apr 1, 2010 3:19:21 GMT -5
Post by Skid-Z on Apr 1, 2010 3:19:21 GMT -5
"I know" Skid-Z confirms without a doubt, but without any arrogance either, "Name's Skid-Z and... SONOFAGLITCH!" Skid-Z growls, half ducking in defense at Swerve's offensive flare. As soon as the Velocitronian grinds to a halt, Skid-Z reaches down and grabs hold on Firebolt, helping her up.
When/if she's good and well and secure, Skid-Z glares to Swerve's retreating backside, "We go and make sure he's not gonna injure some innocent bystander?"
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Firebolt
Major
Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
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Posts: 575
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Driven
Apr 4, 2010 13:47:49 GMT -5
Post by Firebolt on Apr 4, 2010 13:47:49 GMT -5
Firebolt wobbles a bit as she gets pulled up and then goes to smack at Breakaway's shoulder, going with what she said earlier. She makes a bit of an angry face at him and then at the road.
"This looked good from up there? You are either blind or dumb," She declares and turns on her foot. "I am going to have to walk back and find my stupid hubcap." She starts plodding along and mumbling. She looks a bit longingly after Swerve.
"He goes fast. I wish I could go that fast," she says to nobody in particular as she walks. She glances back at Skid-Z, "Well, I doubt I can do much but I can at least try to help. Okie-dokie?" She asks.
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Apr 4, 2010 14:16:26 GMT -5
Post by Breakaway on Apr 4, 2010 14:16:26 GMT -5
"Skid-Z? Charmed, I'm sure," Breakaway responds, turning around immediately after Firebolt is safely back on the road to watch Swerve driving away, then cocking his head toward the Formula 1. "Do you think innocent bystanders are at risk from him? Normally in a situation like this I'd apologize, but I think that'd just make him angrier."
When Firebolt slaps him he responds, "It looked great to me. Big open space, no cover, too narrow to dodge out of the blast radius of any air-to-surface ordnance." Perfect for a strafing run! Racing, not so much.
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Apr 4, 2010 23:02:42 GMT -5
Post by Swerve on Apr 4, 2010 23:02:42 GMT -5
Getting distance between himself and the others improves Swerve's mood about as much as anything can; he even enjoys the course in spite of his outrage over the road condition being this bad. He hasn't worked his steering or brakes quite like this since… since waking up next to that dead Prime heap.
Has it really been that long? It's a sobering thought even as he veers around one axle-busting pothole and jumps another. There's no sign of the kids or that idiot windsock in Swerve's rear view. He snorts and gooses his throttle at the same time. "Guess they weren't that geared up to race after all!"
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