Wreckage
Major
One of the Quiet Ones
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Apr 30, 2010 7:09:42 GMT -5
Post by Wreckage on Apr 30, 2010 7:09:42 GMT -5
Scarecrow? Wreckage, growl rising up from low in his chest as his new playmate scampers away, slapping him in the face with laser fire, tries to gather himself for another lunge so he can again close the distance. Fine spars and thin plates take much less kindly to the blasts than the rest of his frame and it hurts as they split and peel under the assault. When her speedy friend falters and she comes up short, flinching – Wreckage will have to thank Bonecrusher for that even as debris pelts him as well – he returns her favour, opening fire on her with the gun still equipped to one arm. He takes no time to aim, simply filling the space where she stands with bullets now that she's in the open.
He has flushed out his prey; can he cripple it, he wonders. Crippled prey gives him a less thrilling chase, but this little bird is losing its lustre.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Driven
May 2, 2010 13:05:29 GMT -5
Post by Skid-Z on May 2, 2010 13:05:29 GMT -5
//On it, Breakway// Skid-Z answers evenly.
The 'Bot charges off, remaining in the edge of the Decepticon's vision until the last few yards, where he dodges out of view to the Con's backside.
At least, so gives the impression. Instead he actually feigns the melee assault and ducks for cover behind debris to open fire once again.
It's not heroic, but then again, he wasn't exactly trained to be a hero. He got trained to stay alive.
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Firebolt
Major
Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
Moving Violation
Posts: 575
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Driven
May 3, 2010 21:17:15 GMT -5
Post by Firebolt on May 3, 2010 21:17:15 GMT -5
Firebolt really hasn't been shot at before. Inwardly, she's crying and wanting to hide, but outwardly she clenches her fists and covers her face up a bit. She thinks about what Dai-Janku said over the radio and whimpers just a bit.
'But I don't have courage like you do, DJ,' she thinks as she glances up at Wreckage, at perhaps just the wrong time. A few shots land right on her leg, above the knee. She keels over and can't help but let out a cry of pain.
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Driven
May 4, 2010 19:41:30 GMT -5
Post by Breakaway on May 4, 2010 19:41:30 GMT -5
Okay, so that didn't work. Bonecrusher is still going after the ground-pounders. Looks like the MPV has enough sense to pick his battles, even in a rage. Breakaway doesn't bother with taunts or precision this time. He just switches over to his gatling gun and fires a burst at Bonecrusher, jetting forward so he's directly overhead.
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Driven
May 5, 2010 15:45:14 GMT -5
Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on May 5, 2010 15:45:14 GMT -5
Bonecrusher's not going for a simple charge and grapple this time. As Swerve comes into his rather considerable range, his mine-sweeping arm lances out, snapping at Swerve's left side. He skates slightly to the right, getting ready to snatch at the Autobot from that side.
Gatling fire peppers him from above, shattering several of the windows decorating his shoulders, and he bellows out a stream of paint-blistering profanities. He swears, if he ever gets his hands on the little red Autobot he is going to throw him at that fragging stupid jet.
Bonecrusher hates asking for help, but it's not as if he's new to fighting as a part of a group, so he snaps off a radio call to his companion. //Wreckage! Ground the slagging jet so I can tear his worthless head off!//
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May 7, 2010 6:55:12 GMT -5
Post by Swerve on May 7, 2010 6:55:12 GMT -5
Swerve ducks to his own right when Bonecrusher makes a grab. One of those spines – fingers? – smashes his left headlamp and rips through the fender, very narrowly missing his axle but taking out the wing mirror on that side. He clenches his jaw with a snarl.
The slag did that thing come from?! he wonders, snapping back a couple lengths and drawing a bead on Bonecrusher's ugly mug before opening fire again. "Hands off!" //And if you don't stop stickin' that nosecone where it isn't wanted,// he barks over shortband once his radio's back up, //I'm gonna rip off this wide load's wrinkled excuse for a head and shove it up your afterburner!//
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Wreckage
Major
One of the Quiet Ones
Posts: 554
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Driven
May 7, 2010 6:56:34 GMT -5
Post by Wreckage on May 7, 2010 6:56:34 GMT -5
With the girl down, Wreckage plans to make her stay there, grabbing a loose section of rebar with the intent of pinning her to the blacktop with it like the intriguing specimen she is. Her cohort continues peppering Wreckage's back with gunfire, but he can put that out of mind for the moment. He has a pulse charge loading for that one.
Bonecrusher, however, puts the Stryker's plans off the rails. Of course Bonecrusher can ordinarily handle himself; Wreckage knows this perfectly well. Too many millennia spent in the berserker's company. But if that berserker buckles and calls for aid, it is only because he has been forced into it, and Wreckage can do little but answer.
"You and I," he tells the little red Autobot, "are not finished." He jabs down with the rebar, putting it into the road just beside her slender neck before he turns. He does not look toward the Autobot firing at him from cover; it will take time to build up another charge for the nuisance, but it will be worth it. Aiming his cannon at the obnoxious bird pecking at Bonecrusher, however, is not the easiest thing.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Driven
May 7, 2010 13:15:22 GMT -5
Post by Skid-Z on May 7, 2010 13:15:22 GMT -5
What, is this reconnaissance dream heaven now? He's locked in a hot zone and not one is minding him?
"All-right! ... now I want a double-barrelled incendiary rocket launcher...." ....Nothing happens. 'Crud' Changing plans then.
Skid-Z continues firing, and disengages from the Decepticon. Instead, he starts tearing up the road right where it hurts, where it tears and creaks and smashes and destroys. Since this is a road that they're fighting on, Skid-Z knows which places to weaken to have everything cave in on itself. And now in it's current state created by initial presence and the blasts of everyone, it doesn't need much to achieve it. Organics and their build, right?
His sensors can feel the shudders, hear the sound of pieces falling down below. The autobot grins, and there is a slightly dangerous edge to it as he keeps a watch out for any firing headed his way. He's just standing there, firing into the breaking road like an idiot.
Or a very steadfast soldier. Make your choice.
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Driven
May 7, 2010 19:16:12 GMT -5
Post by SceneMod on May 7, 2010 19:16:12 GMT -5
The little drone seems to take special interest in the engagement centering around Bonecrusher, and starts to dare to dart nearer, almost within touching distance before it backs away again.
OOC: Still skippable, unless interacted with.
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Firebolt
Major
Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
Moving Violation
Posts: 575
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Driven
May 8, 2010 0:23:50 GMT -5
Post by Firebolt on May 8, 2010 0:23:50 GMT -5
Firebolt can't help but scream as the bar slams next to her head. She stares up at the skies in horror and then leans up on her elbows. Wreckage is turned away.
She lost any sense of bravery and instead, tries her best to collect herself in those few moments that he's turned away.
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May 8, 2010 21:13:12 GMT -5
Post by Breakaway on May 8, 2010 21:13:12 GMT -5
Breakaway hears Swerve on the radio apparently telling him not to shoot at Bonecrusher and broadcasts on the short-band. //We can talk about your weird fetishes after we frag these hostiles, Swerve. Right now it's time to shoot at Decepticons. Do you copy?//
And then Firebolt screams, and the jet turns and zooms in his optics, seeing the carformer on the ground and Wreckage drawing a bead on him. Swerve gets his deathwish as Breakaway flies away from the MPV and swoops in an erratic path toward Wreckage, trying to make himself a more difficult target.
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May 10, 2010 12:06:10 GMT -5
Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on May 10, 2010 12:06:10 GMT -5
Finally some peace and privacy! Wreckage better have that jet downed by the time he's done with the little angry sports car. Bonecrusher very much wants to smash Breakaway's face further into his torso. Slaggin' jets... Meanwhile, he growls in something almost like contentment as he scores a hit on Swerve. He did so miss the crunch of living metal and glass beneath his limbs.
A few shots sting his crest, others pounding painlessly into the sheet of metal haphazardly bolted over the hole that once contained an optic. He quickly shifts so the the shots spatter across his shoulder armour instead - there are advantages to being a hunchback. The last thing he needs is to lose his remaining optic or have a shot penetrate the metal sheet and go deep into the empty socket.
Hands off? "I prefer the hands on approach! Makes it personal." Bonecrusher hates you personally, and he wants you to know it.
Leading with his shoulder, he charges Swerve once more. As he closes the distance, he swipes out with his leading arm in an attempt to backhand the Autobot to the pavement, unfolding his forearm to its full length at the last second to greatly increase the area of the sweep.
If he can get the 'Bot down he'll be right after him with the mine-sweeping arm... Maybe he'll be able to pin him in place, just like a pretty little butterfly.
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May 11, 2010 13:02:34 GMT -5
Post by Swerve on May 11, 2010 13:02:34 GMT -5
//I am shootin' at a Decepticon! And I don't need your "help"!// Swerve drops and rolls with Bonecrusher's arm sweep, feeling the scrape of what little air separates the brute's elbow and his bonnet. It's because he's crouched low to the road that he hears – feels – the crack and groan of the asphalt, the way it quakes under too much stress. The road–! He spins to look around his fender, searching for the kids. Firebolt's down and–
And Skid-Z is blasting away at the road.
"YOU UNDER-CLOCKED SLUDGE-SUCKIN' PIECE OF SMELT WASTE!" Swerve bellows. Bonecrusher is momentarily forgotten in favour of the idiot trying to send them all who knows how far to the ground below as Swerve transforms, engine roaring, and guns it straight for Skid-Z. If he doesn't knock the dipstick down, he can hopefully ram him into a retaining wall.
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Wreckage
Major
One of the Quiet Ones
Posts: 554
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Driven
May 11, 2010 22:06:10 GMT -5
Post by Wreckage on May 11, 2010 22:06:10 GMT -5
The ground beneath him grows more unstable by the moment, spurred on by one mad Autobot, and the incoming plane is dead set on avoiding his cannon sights. Wreckage is hard-pressed to think of how he could have a better time without at least one of these Autobots dead on his sword. Bonecrusher may disagree, he thinks, seeing the Buffalo's playmate transform and come barrelling this way after the plane. That simply will not do.
Wreckage points his machine gun at the little Autobot still lying prone on the pavement – she does scream so nicely – and with his gaze still focused on the plane, issues her a warning.
"The next volley goes through your head." Then the asphalt under his left foot drops half a foot and he may not have a better moment to actually hit that obnoxious aircraft. Wreckage fires his cannon on the incoming fighter; once that one is grounded, he can get to work on the others properly.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Driven
May 14, 2010 12:57:02 GMT -5
Post by Skid-Z on May 14, 2010 12:57:02 GMT -5
Skid-Z slowly lowers his gun, frowning at the raging red car headed towards him. Wait, what, why.... oh slag. "What the FRAG Swerve!!" Skid-Z panics, frozen to the ground as his distance to a hood is quickly diminishing. He is fixated on that silver Autobot sigil; for the first time in his life, the symbol now frightens him.
At the last possible moment he catleaps overhead, toes possibly low enough to rake the car. He swears obscenities to the address of the ally but proximity alarms drown them out. He does not stay still to mind them, fixated on entirely something else: He steps out and faces Swerve. "You useless spawn of a toaster! You wanna try that again, huh?! Just TRY that again you, you overgrown dinky toy! C'mon and take your best shot, I DARE you!"
Oh, he wants to take distance, but wanting is not the same as doing. This will cost him and he knows, but he waits and hopes all the same. He's close enough that charging again in car mode might not be very worthwhile, and so he hopes that Swerve will try and gun him down.
Why? oh, Skid-Z just made himself the center point of a beautiful straight line between Swerve and Wreckage. That is all.
//Breakaway and Firebolt, if you can, consider taking in positions that makes it possible for the Cons to hit each other?//
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