Firebolt
Major
Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
Moving Violation
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Apr 17, 2010 18:27:40 GMT -5
Post by Firebolt on Apr 17, 2010 18:27:40 GMT -5
"I'm going to scout this out," Firebolt says.
Firebolt looks a bit nervous, but clenches her fists and trots along before dropping down into her alt form. She doesn't intend to actually zoom right up and engage, but drives along, slowly for her pace and keeps watching ahead. The sound of laser fire is quite clear and she frowns to herself before slowing to a stop and hiding behind a piece of rubble to transform and peek over.
//Skid-Z, Breakaway, there's two cons, and Swerve is shooting at them.// She says to them on their short-range.
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Driven
Apr 17, 2010 21:00:01 GMT -5
Post by Breakaway on Apr 17, 2010 21:00:01 GMT -5
Breakaway sighs, shunting air out through his vents as he zooms in his optics to their maximum setting. He didn't really expect Swerve not to engage the 'Cons, but hope springs eternal. He doesn't see the little speck, since he's concentrating on the Decepticons, but he himself is clearly visible, hovering in midair.
//Roger that, Firebolt, I see them too. Let's hit these guys hard and fast, they'll pulverize us if this turns into a slugging match. I'm going to hang back for as long as possible and snipe. Skid-Z, you think you can flank them or something? Over.//
The jetformer deploys his sniper rifle from his wrist and draws a bead on Bonecrusher, aiming for his head. He fires, sending a burst of energy streaking toward the Decepticon.
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Driven
Apr 19, 2010 9:41:39 GMT -5
Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Apr 19, 2010 9:41:39 GMT -5
"Yeeesss..." Bonecrusher snarls, cracking his knuckles. This is what he was looking for. Forget raging fruitlessly against inanimate structures, here was a crazy little Autobot delivering itself right into his hands! Even better, it was a pretty little sports car.
His wheels push against the pavement and soon Bonecrusher is charging headlong to meet Swerve, quickly gaining speed. Laser fire spatters across his armour, scorching where it hits, but he ignores the sting, barreling forward with a berserker-like focus. He ignores the shot from above that just nicks the side of his head, continuing on to punch through one of the tires on his back. There's just him and the stupid, slagging Autobot that he's going to tear into scraps.
Bonecrusher hates a lot of things - pretty much all things, really - but if there's one thing that really brings him to a boil it's pretty little sports cars. He wants nothing more than to take every single one of the little slaggers and twist and rend their pretty little chassis until they squeal and beg for mercy. See how nice and pretty they look then!
He's engaging Swerve in what has to be the angriest game of chicken the universe has ever seen. Swerve has the velocity, but Bonecrusher has the mass. Who will come out on top of this battle of momentum?
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Driven
Apr 19, 2010 21:49:42 GMT -5
Post by Swerve on Apr 19, 2010 21:49:42 GMT -5
If Swerve had any idea Bonecrusher thinks of him as pretty, Swerve would rearrange his core processors the painful way.
As it is, all he sees is a Decepticon who's not only big and raring for a fight, he isn't too slow, either. And that just means the fight'll be that much better because Swerve won't be running laps around some lumbering wide load; he'll get a real brawl out of this. It will only be more perfect if he kills the huge bootleg. He focuses his cannon fire on this single target as the distance between them shrinks by the second and, at the top of his engine and voice, snarls out a wordless sound in challenge.
Swerve aims to smash head-on into Bonecrusher. It doesn't look like his enemy cares and that suits him just fine.
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Wreckage
Major
One of the Quiet Ones
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Driven
Apr 19, 2010 22:06:00 GMT -5
Post by Wreckage on Apr 19, 2010 22:06:00 GMT -5
Wreckage has faced many different Autobots in his time. Some were heroic, some were cowardly, some were admirably pragmatic.
He has never seen one turn suicidal. As the laser cannon shifts away from him, he looks up, optics narrowing as he zooms in on that hulk in the sky trying to shoot Bonecrusher. Another Autobot? Are there more of them, then? A ghost of a smile tugs at his mouth, shifting his tusks upward.
"Now… enough spoiling Bonecrusher's fun," Wreckage murmurs. He heaves himself up onto the retaining wall and sprints around his fellow frontliner's engagement even as the concrete shatters under every footfall. He drops back to the roadway once clear of the MPV's reach and continues his run toward that airborne pest, skirting what holes he can and leaping others. Imagine his immensely pleasant surprise when an out-of-place flash of red to one side draws his attention and, when he looks again, he sees another adventurous little red car forward of that sharpshooter!
Spurs catch and motor cables audibly strain as he digs in to stop in only a few feet, crouching and pivoting in one fluid motion, all sixteen and a half tonnes coming to bear on a few sharp points that rend the already mutilated road surface. When he stops moving, he steadies himself with one hand and his optics are red-hot pinpoints beneath his brow ridge.
"Hello," he rumbles at the car now that he sees it behind the pile of rubble.
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Driven
Apr 20, 2010 8:51:39 GMT -5
Post by SceneMod on Apr 20, 2010 8:51:39 GMT -5
The zipping, darting monitoring unit has, throughout all this, dared closer and closer to watch the interactions.
Even through it is small, it gets increasingly easy to notice as it zips in to study a unit briefly, then darts further away and further up to once more get a perspective on the whole confrontation.
OOC: Skippable unless someone tries to do something to the monitoring device.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Driven
Apr 20, 2010 9:41:27 GMT -5
Post by Skid-Z on Apr 20, 2010 9:41:27 GMT -5
“Will do, Breakaway!” Skid-Z replies and takes off towards the Decepticon threat with a proper curvature. Swerve appears to be bull rushing Bonecrusher, and Wreckage…
Wreckage is engaging Firebolt! Skid-Z growls ferociously as he transforms with haste, staining pavement with black trails and hot sparks. The Autobot does not let that stop the fluid motions of his targeting, and without hesitation opens fire on the stryker, "Don't even think about it!"
His systems might've picked up the alien nuisance on his area scan if it dropped into the combat zone, but for now it's pushed away by manner of priority.
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Firebolt
Major
Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
Moving Violation
Posts: 575
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Apr 20, 2010 22:34:03 GMT -5
Post by Firebolt on Apr 20, 2010 22:34:03 GMT -5
Firebolt watches carefully, trying to assess the situation first, instead of headbutting it angrily. She is about to call back something when...
"Hello."
Wreckage decides to stop by. Very big, very powerful, very dangerous Wreckage.
Firebolt transforms and scrambles backwards. Her ponytails drop down against her back, making a bit of a metallic clinking noise, and her mouth drops open as she stares up at him.
She tries to swear but all that comes out is a bit of static and an odd sort of "Aerrk!" noise. She points up and then glances over to the side at the rubble that's stacked up that she was hiding behind. She stands up and then clenches her fists and looks angrily up at Wreckage. She can't take him but she can damn well stall or try.
Get hurt trying? Yes, probably. This is different than the lost hubcap or the falling down, this is actual combat. This is probably all the Dai-Janku rubbing off on her in a very crazy, good way.
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Apr 20, 2010 23:16:08 GMT -5
Post by Breakaway on Apr 20, 2010 23:16:08 GMT -5
Breakaway watches from on high as the battle goes to all hell below him before it even starts. Bonecrusher isn't even phased by his shot! "Dammit, that was a headshot! Come on!" He's gonna kill whatever is left of Swerve after the brass is done with him. For now though, he tries to save the angry carformer, hoping Skid-Z and Firebolt can take on Wreckage. He aims for the misshapen Decepticon's feet this time, specifically the tire on his left foot, squeezing off another precision shot before transforming to jet mode and blasting toward Bonecrusher, shouting "Hey ugly! Pick on someone your own size!"
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Driven
Apr 21, 2010 11:41:22 GMT -5
Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Apr 21, 2010 11:41:22 GMT -5
As the distant between him and Swerve rapidly dwindles, Bonecrusher's arms swing wide, preparing to grab the front of the car in a crushing grasp before it impacts with with abdomen. He may have armor made to withstand exploding mines, but that doesn't mean he's willing to get socked directly in the stomach by a high-speed vehicle. He much prefers causing pain than being in it.
He grunts and stumbles slightly as another blast-from-above punctures the tire in his left foot. Even as the air in his tire blast out and it grows progressively flatter, due to the miracle of VFI run-flats and the power of inertia, he manages to keep moving forward without much issue. However, once he's done with the pretty sports car, there's an annoying little gnat in the air that needs swatting.
Closing with Swerve, Bonecrusher lets out an angry howl and makes to snatch up the car in a deadly embrace.
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Driven
Apr 21, 2010 12:13:58 GMT -5
Post by Swerve on Apr 21, 2010 12:13:58 GMT -5
Bonecrusher makes that lunging grab and Swerve veers aside almost too late, feeling a claw scrape along the frame of his windscreen. Showers of sparks fly in multiple directions as he transforms with a snarl, legs and pipes grinding across the pavement until he gets himself into a crouch not too far behind Bonecrusher.
He doesn't fire immediately at the Decepticon, though.
"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" he roars at Breakaway, blasting a salvo in the plane's direction before turning his cannon on Bonecrusher.
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Wreckage
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One of the Quiet Ones
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Apr 21, 2010 12:51:20 GMT -5
Post by Wreckage on Apr 21, 2010 12:51:20 GMT -5
That reaction pleases Wreckage more than Firebolt should ever want to know, but the way his optics brighten, lining his face with crimson in the deepening gloom of nightfall, may tell her. As she stands, so does he, arming one blade with deliberate slowness so that it slides free of its housing instead of slamming into position. A defiant little thing she is.
"Interesting," he murmurs. Laser fire interrupts him before he can set to work on his find, catching him broadside and peppering his plating with more, smaller scorch marks to match the ones the other speedy car gave him. He looks down sidelong at the obstinate Autobot as he turns. "Move," he warns, "and you will die. Very slowly." She will, of course, move; Wreckage knows this. Autobots are given to self-harm that way.
Like the gallant idiot trying to intervene on this one's behalf. Wreckage returns fire with one .30 calibre gun, aiming just ahead of the skidding Autobot to compensate for movement.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Apr 21, 2010 15:22:29 GMT -5
Post by Skid-Z on Apr 21, 2010 15:22:29 GMT -5
Said gallant idiot makes a living off dodging gunfire. Get it, makes a living?
Therefore, Skid-Z rapidly moves himself and foils successful hits with catlike grace. "Ah, c'mon, is this that fabled Decepticon prowess I keep hearing about!?" He challenges.
Of course, he's not able to return fire at the moment.
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Firebolt
Major
Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
Moving Violation
Posts: 575
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Driven
Apr 21, 2010 17:41:09 GMT -5
Post by Firebolt on Apr 21, 2010 17:41:09 GMT -5
"Depends on what your definition of move is," Firebolt declares as she glares up at Wreckage.
She doesn't actually move, she's too busy looking him over, trying to figure out weak spots. Where to kick, where to shoot, blind spots, anything to give herself a slight advantage over the behemoth.
She frowns behind her faceplate after deciding on his knees. They're usually a weak point on a lot of mechs, because nobody likes having their legs shot at. Her hand twitches just a bit, then her other hand.
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Apr 21, 2010 20:56:50 GMT -5
Post by Breakaway on Apr 21, 2010 20:56:50 GMT -5
Breakaway sees Swerve dodge out of Bonecrusher's way and fire at him. He rolls to avoid the salvo, transmitting //Friendly fire, friendly fire! Swerve, check yourself!// It hasn't occurred to him that the carformer might be shooting at him on purpose, and he can't hear him shouting over his own engines, the gunfire, and all the other noise. He swoops low, just out of Bonecrusher's reach . . . and keeps on going, heading away from the battle, and swooping out of sight under the overpass. Swooping back up and around (and trailing street debris in his wake), Breakaway flies out of the sunset, and lets off a pair of anti-tank missiles at the MPV.
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