Wreckage
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One of the Quiet Ones
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Apr 5, 2010 21:11:31 GMT -5
Post by Wreckage on Apr 5, 2010 21:11:31 GMT -5
Still further down the highway…
Another Jersey barrier goes flying just past Wreckage's head and he simply blinks, stifling a sigh. Watching Bonecrusher vent his frustrations on a defenceless stretch of already weakened roadway is even more boring than watching him lash out against enemy soldiers. That Wreckage has to watch this spectacle because he was ordered to in spite of his utter disinterest in being on Pz-Zazz at all does nothing to help the Stryker's dour mood.
Tearing apart concrete has no appeal, however, so Wreckage remains where he is, reclined on a pile of barriers Bonecrusher pitched aside earlier. One sword rests on its point, gradually scraping a deeper and deeper scar into the road surface as Wreckage shifts his arm in idle irritation. He has no idea he's doing it.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Apr 8, 2010 7:47:06 GMT -5
Post by Skid-Z on Apr 8, 2010 7:47:06 GMT -5
"Maybe, I don't know." He's not making haste to move out though, instead looking at Breakaway a bit funny "Really? A sitting duck road then?"
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Firebolt
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Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
Moving Violation
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Apr 9, 2010 22:20:09 GMT -5
Post by Firebolt on Apr 9, 2010 22:20:09 GMT -5
Firebolt is seen a bit away walking with her arms out and along a crack, as if it's a tightrope. She hums a bit, looking at her feet as she walks. She half wonders if the other two will drive or fly right on by, leaving her alone.
"If they do, I won't mind," she says out loud to herself as well.
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Apr 9, 2010 22:58:26 GMT -5
Post by Breakaway on Apr 9, 2010 22:58:26 GMT -5
"Hey, was looking for a road that wasn't crowded and I found one. You try getting a good look at the terrain at ninety percent of the speed of sound. Anyway, yeah, I tend to look at the ground as something to bomb, not something to drive on. My bad." He turns to watch Firebolt walking along a crack in the road. "I guess the race is over, then?"
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Apr 10, 2010 10:04:45 GMT -5
Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Apr 10, 2010 10:04:45 GMT -5
Down the highway with Wreckage.
Bonecrusher's hands wrap around another Jersey barrier, reveling in the satisfying crunch as the concrete caves beneath his fingers - not so satisfying as the crush of living metal in his grip - before heaving the block over his head and tossing it further down the highway to have a mutually detrimental collision with the already crumbling highway. This one passes a little less close Wreckage; he's not actually trying to hit the 'Con, after-all.
Not that he doesn't want to, but then he's wanted to hit Wreckage (and every other one of the scrapheaps he had the misfortune of associating with under Megatron) for millenia and he managed to refrain from doing so most of the time. And today it's especially important that he not piss off the Stryker too much, given that he has the power to end Bonecrusher's brief romp of destructive freedom with the metaphorical push of a single button.
How he hates that control device. Hates it. Grabbing the end of a piece of rebar projecting from one of the larger holes in the highway, he twists it around and around in his hands and imagines it's Shockwave's neck.
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Apr 11, 2010 7:46:36 GMT -5
Post by SceneMod on Apr 11, 2010 7:46:36 GMT -5
Perhaps the Transformers below, some gathered, some alone, might notice a small spec zipping about overhead like an interested hummingbird. It's rather a small device, however, and easily overlooked.
OOC: Skippable.
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Apr 12, 2010 15:02:57 GMT -5
Post by Swerve on Apr 12, 2010 15:02:57 GMT -5
For Swerve, the race isn't over. With no-one to demolish, his opponent now is the clock; he times himself, his manoeuvres as he navigates gap after sinkhole, pipes scraping across the guardrail as he pops up on one side and veers around one wide chasm by driving halfway along the retaining wall. It's relaxing in its own way, but maddening at the same time – the road's in such atrocious condition and just left to sit here and get worse, and those stupid kids backed out of the race after goading him into it.
"Smelt them," he snorts to himself as he approaches one of the weirdly ramp-like heaps of equipment. "Don't need 'em anyway!" The pile shifts as he launches himself off the end, changes the angle of his jump at the same time he spies a dust cloud not too much further down the highway. He looks back down in time to see that he doesn't have enough road to make a landing. It's just an exposed crossbeam with empty air on both sides. "Tch!" Rookie stuff.
Swerve angles himself down and transforms. The concrete surface crackles under his hands as he grabs hold and his weight comes to bear on the beam; he just shakes the dust from his face and lets momentum swing him under the beam and back up. He lets go just high enough in the arc to get him over the crumbling edge of the roadway and lands in a crouch, skidding over the blacktop, sparks scattering in his wake. He doesn't look back; the others probably aren't coming. He stares ahead, scowling, at that dust in the air. It distracts him from the glint in the sky off to his left.
Construction? he wonders, optics narrowing. Must be one lazy crew. Look at this slag. "…Nothin' better to do," he mutters, scowl giving way to something of a smirk. He might as well go raise some ruckus about the state of the highway. He tips forward and his tires are spinning before he's fully locked into racer mode. The squeal as they meet the pavement splits the air and he peels out, engine roaring. He might even be loud enough for any workers ahead to hear over their own machinery.
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Wreckage
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One of the Quiet Ones
Posts: 554
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Apr 12, 2010 15:04:06 GMT -5
Post by Wreckage on Apr 12, 2010 15:04:06 GMT -5
Somewhere under the dust cloud…
Yes, Wreckage does hold Bonecrusher's metaphorical lead. If it is any reassurance – though odds are against it – he considers the safety mechanism a last resort. What sort of warrior is he that he cannot defend himself? Bonecrusher is stronger, yes; he is also sloppy. So long as Wreckage can avoid being pinned down, he can hold his own against the MPV.
The MPV who has gone oddly quiet. Wreckage sits up, pulling his sword free from the deep notch he has scratched into the road, and peers toward his comrade. He can just make out the sound of metal scraping and warping, but from behind Bonecrusher, he can see nothing.
"Problems?" he wonders, sounding disinterested in spite of his concern. If Bonecrusher happens to have a medical emergency, it at least gives them an excuse to return to Ship, but it means dragging the malcontent the entire way there. Not a task to which Wreckage particularly looks forward.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Apr 13, 2010 7:47:52 GMT -5
Post by Skid-Z on Apr 13, 2010 7:47:52 GMT -5
"It's fine" Skid-Z answers, "You're a jet, it's what you do" He glances off to the direction where Swerve left. Following to keep an eye out crosses his mind again, but he dismisses it. So far no cry.
He watches Firebolt wander off as well in absentminded distraction, and his brow furrows. He was really concerned back there, worried that she'd end up hurt. Watching her, he mulls things over, then mentions, "Could I interest you in a bombing run for practice?" He frowns, "Not necessarily now, of course"
He tilts his head in Firebolts direction, then calls out, "Hey sis! Care tell us what went wrong a few clicks ago? You had us very worried, are you okay now?"
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Firebolt
Major
Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
Moving Violation
Posts: 575
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Apr 13, 2010 11:40:31 GMT -5
Post by Firebolt on Apr 13, 2010 11:40:31 GMT -5
Firebolt still isn't quite used to people caring about her outside of a few certain mechs, so she doesn't respond at first. She's gotten quite good at hiding things inside and being quiet about it. She turns and glances over at Skid-Z, almost in shock. Her head tilts from side to side before she turns and trots back over.
"Me?" She asks, pointing a finger at her chest, then looks down at her feet, "Well of course I'm scared... Well I was... I almost fell down. But if I said that I was scared..." She shakes her head before looking back up. "Sister? You think I'm your sister?" she asks curiously before glancing back a bit. There's starting to be a large dust cloud down the road, and it's getting hard to miss. One of her ponytails fans out a bit and she listens in that direction.
"Something loud is going on back there," she says after listening a few moments with her enhanced hearing.
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Apr 13, 2010 12:28:53 GMT -5
Post by Breakaway on Apr 13, 2010 12:28:53 GMT -5
"A little training, huh? I'm game. I hope you mean in the simulator though. I don't think we oughta be doing any live-fire exercises out here," Breakaway responds to Skid-Z, also staring off after Swerve.
At Firebolt's indication that something loud is going on, he glances in the direction she indicates and pushes off the ground with his feet, igniting his jet. "Better make sure Swerve isn't getting into any trouble." As he rises into the air, he zooms his optics in on the dust cloud. (Robot snipers don't need scopes.) If he had a jaw, it would drop. "Oh slag."
Over the shortband, he transmits //Swerve, you are heading straight toward a pair of Decepticon heavy hitters. Advise you turn around and head back this way; I don't think they've spotted you yet. If you must engage, stay away from the guy with the scrunched-up face and the spikes on his shoulders. His reach is longer than it looks. Over// Didn't Prime take down Bonecrusher? But . . . timelines and quantum scrap. Slag it. Looking down at the two carformers and deploying his sniper rifle, he shouts down "Everyone's weapons in good order?! Swerve is about to collide with two large Decepticons!"
Finally, he transmits a request for help over the broadband.
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Apr 15, 2010 12:25:29 GMT -5
Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Apr 15, 2010 12:25:29 GMT -5
Bonecrusher jolts slightly as Wreckage speaks up then turns around, doing his best to drag the piece of rebar with him to the shriek of metal and splintering of asphalt. He glares at the Stryker with his one good eye and snarls, "You're my problem."
Wreckage really isn't his problem, but Bonecrusher isn't the sort to talk about his feelings. And it's unlikely that Wreckage wants to here about them. The MPV much prefers to vent his feelings with physical violence.
Letting the tortured rebar go, he moves to pry another chunk of pavement from the road when he pauses. Straightening up, he looks further down the road, his vision partially obscured by the dust of his destructive behavior. "Do you... hear a car?"
He sounds almost... hopeful.
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Apr 16, 2010 7:22:22 GMT -5
Post by Swerve on Apr 16, 2010 7:22:22 GMT -5
Breakaway's warning doesn't have the effect the jet wanted. As soon as Swerve hears he's barrelling for two Decepticons, he slams on the accelerator as hard as he can. Decepticon is just the word he needed to hear; Decepticon means fair game.
//I might try t' leave you somethin' to shoot when you get here,// he radioes back before shutting it off.
Moving at top speed makes manoeuvring around equipment and sinkholes a little trickier. Only a little. It winds him up more, having these obstacles between him and a good fight, and by the time he rounds the bend and sees the two brutes amid the dust and still more destruction, he couldn't care less if one of them was Megatron himself.
Big guys. Even better! And since he has a positive ID on both, he doesn't even have to pick and choose his target. "Cyber Key Power!" he howls before opening fire.
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Wreckage
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One of the Quiet Ones
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Apr 16, 2010 7:24:11 GMT -5
Post by Wreckage on Apr 16, 2010 7:24:11 GMT -5
Wreckage was asking after Bonecrusher's physical condition, but once he sees the knot of steel rebar, his question is answered. Bonecrusher's sullen griping goes ignored.
Instead, he tilts his head to listen when his fellow frontliner prompts him. If that sound is indeed a car, he decides after a few seconds spent monitoring the sound, it is a very strange, very loud car. Wreckage nevertheless flips his sword back and locks it into place. If it is a native, the Decepticons have an image to maintain. If it is not….
It is decidedly not, muses Wreckage when that small red car slings a volley of laser fire their way with nary an introduction more than some incoherent bellowing, landing a hit on the Stryker's shoulder. It stings, burning in that old, familiar way, and he frowns.
"I believe we are now 'defending ourselves'," he mutters.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Apr 16, 2010 10:06:39 GMT -5
Post by Skid-Z on Apr 16, 2010 10:06:39 GMT -5
Skid-Z visibly sulks, replying to Breakaway's observations and then the radio broadcasts, //"Got it. Not actively clashing with those hostiles sounds mighty fine here"//
Of course, because of the distance, he doesn't know yet.....
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