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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 18, 2010 19:29:04 GMT -5
The hologram could turn sentient one day? Shame that Guzzle doesn't know about the human internet or has access to it, or he'd hit up a certain website.
Guzzle watches from the cover, kneeling and keeping the Judge raised and ready, just in case they have company coming their way. He's about to follow after Xaaron when the Emirate goes down, his optics widening as he presses himself tighter to his cover. No sense in popping up just yet; it's a big street, that's for certain, and Guzzle doesn't know if it was a sniper or someone closer. //Sir, talk to me!//
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 19, 2010 9:24:30 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron lies dead on the street, bleeding out in a puddle. Octane looks rather goofy, so very happy with himself, but Astotrain grabs Octane and shakes him, seething, "You idiot! We were supposed to take him alive for questioning! The mind leech can't do anything with a corpse."
So where's Blitzwing?
Back in reality, Emirate Xaaron wakes up with a jolt, in the barren expanse of the simulation room. Everything hurts, even if only psychosomatically. He groans and rolls over on his face. That could have gone better!
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 19, 2010 9:54:55 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron is dead.
Guzzle just stares at the corpse, his optics wide as he sees the Emirate's royal gold armor stained with his own fluids, seeping from that massive hole where once his back had been. Of course he realizes that it's just a simulation, but that doesn't stop him from feeling disturbed at the image, or feeling rage at the Decepticons who 'killed' him.
Sounds like two of them. Close by. Guzzle narrows his optics as he listens to them, tempted to dart out and get bloody vengeance, but the street is too open. No, he needs a diversion, something that will take them out as well...He turns and looks up, looking at Darkmount, but what catches his eye is the platform from which he and Xaaron had descended, and the few drops of slag leaking down from it. Looks like they have troubles containing the slag, and it's leaking out of the capitol now, down the layers of the city. Well, let's speed up that process then.
He smirks as he switches the rounds in his gun, trying to do it silently, putting in the last clip of frag rounds he has left. Then he takes aim at the pipework that ran along the bottom of the platform and opens fire, two times. The rounds impact against the pipes, blowing them apart, part of the platform creaking before it shifts, just enough to let a flow of slag rush forward and down to the street below!
...A street which he is on as well. Damnit. He darts forth from his cover, yelling violently as he fires his last few rounds at the Cons that were hopefully looking at the slag-avalanche, trying to make his way towards the stairs that led up to the next platform, leaving the Emirate's corpse behind.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 19, 2010 12:09:18 GMT -5
The Emirate's corpse is summarily washed away by a flood of simulated hot slag.
Astrotrain continues to berate Octane loudly, "Idiot! Now we can't even try to get a backup off the brain module!"
Octane points out, more quietly, "The pompous bootleg wasn't alone. C'mon, someone just made that shot, I-yargh!"
And then suddenly, Guzzle! Octane and Astrotrain are hit hard, but they don't go down yet. Octane looks more damaged than Astrotrain; Octane was always the weakest of the three. They stop their quarrelling and instead turn to blasting at Guzzle.
In reality, Emirate Xaaron wanders over to the console to watch what's happening with Guzzle. Oh hey, there's his body being washed away. He frowns.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 19, 2010 13:51:51 GMT -5
Guzzle watches Xaaron's corpse melt away, something that stings him. But he can't afford to take his corpse with him. So instead he salutes, only to curse when he sees those two staring at him. But he doesn't run quite yet, oh no, he flips them off first and then makes a break for it, running over the platform before jumping towards a half constructed building, figuring he could make them hurt in here.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 19, 2010 14:16:18 GMT -5
Octane and Astrotrain chase after Guzzle, but Astrotrain complains bitterly, "He's just a Minibot! What the devil was Emirate Xaaron doing out here with just a Minibot?"
Octane agrees, "There must be more. Perhaps the Minibot can tell us where they are."
"Yeah, if you don't fragging kill him, too, oil-head!" Astrotrain snaps.
They are lured off toward the half-constructed building.
Emirate Xaaron finds it a bit weird to watch Guzzle saluting his half-smelted simulated corpse. He would find it weirder than that, but he's seen his own dead body before, for real. He knows how he dies. He can even guess at why. Guzzle's salute is oddly touching, though. Now, what is he up to?
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 19, 2010 14:41:14 GMT -5
Okay, Guzzle may be a Wrecker, but he will admit that he is short, and while he's not as crafty as a certain old buzzard, he's been in enough combat situations to know how to use his surroundings to his advantage. Like going places where mechs bigger than him can't go.
There are some stairs in place, but Guzzle skips those. Instead he reaches for pipes and starts climbing up, moving into smaller areas, though he has to writhe and duck to make sure his cannon doesn't get stuck. Maybe he should get an upgrade that makes it retractable already.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 19, 2010 16:40:27 GMT -5
Astrotrain shoves Octane after Guzzle, and Octane promptly gets stuck, snarling, "Now who's the stupid one? I told you I wouldn't fit!"
"Quit yer tank-aching, Octane," Astrotrain snaps, trying to go around and flank Guzzle, leaving Octane stuck.
"I have very big tanks, I'll have you know!" Octane shouts back. Then he mutters, "Slag."
Emirate Xaaron watches all of this thoughtfully, and he switches his viewing angle. Just where is Blitzwing, anyway, hmm?
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 19, 2010 17:11:25 GMT -5
Guzzle is about to climb up higher when he hears the exchange, making him look down to see what's up. Oho, what's this? It's a good thing that Guzzle has a mouth plate, or Octane might have grown disturbed by the wicked smirk on the Wrecker's face. He reloads his gun, pulling out the empty fraground clip and dropping it down onto Octane's face, before slamming a new, regular ammo clip in.
"Well, goggles..." He grins and aims downward, the laser sight of the Judge dancing over Octane's head, even reflecting off his visor. "This just ain't your lucky day, is it?" He fires, once, before letting himself drop down, getting ready to dislodge Octane with the Wrecker's own weight.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 20, 2010 12:57:11 GMT -5
Octane jerks and cries out in pain before falling still.
Guzzle is doing well, isn't he?
But perhaps he'll feel crosshairs on his brow... and then a explosive shell that can level a 5-story building coming right at him!
Blitzwing, wheeled out from behind a corner, bellows, "You killed the booze wagon! You'll die for that!"
Astrotrain continues to work on getting into flanking position.
Elsewhere, Emirate Xaaron opens up the settings panel on the simulations room...
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 20, 2010 19:11:49 GMT -5
Damnit, he forgot all about the third one! Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Guzzle's optics go wide as he sees the shell coming for him, and he does the first thing that comes to his mind: Duck and cover! The round flies over his head, but as soon as he gets up the round hits the wall far behind him, triggering a massive explosive that propels the Wrecker through the air.
He grunts as he's send flying straight through yet another window, and then again as he meets the cold hard street head on. "Fraggin' Cons and their fraggin' explosions...." Wait, where's the third one? Quickly he climbs to his feet and tightly grips the Judge, making a break for some cover as his optics scan the horizon, firing off a few rounds that will hopefully make any Decepticons that have him in their sights duck for cover themselves.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 20, 2010 21:11:23 GMT -5
Blitzwing snaps into jet mode, giving chase after Guzzle in his more agile form. He blasts at Guzzle with his gyro-blaster rifle, evading most of Guzzle's rounds and weathering what he cannot dodge.
Where's the third one?
Astrotrain is right behind Guzzle. He has out his powerful ionic displacer rifle, which destroys by disrupting molecular bonds in metal alloys with its beam, and he steps around to the side once Blitzwing is done his strafing run and tries to place the muzzle of the gun to the side of Guzzle's head. "Lights out, ugly."
Emirate Xaaron selects a spawn point not too far away and drops in a few new elements to the simulation, which should make it over to Guzzle's position shortly...
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 21, 2010 8:17:43 GMT -5
Guzzle is no match for Blitzwing's weapons, sending him flying at the force of the blasts and scattering over the street. He groans as he's lying there, facing the street, his head still ringing from Blitzwing's weapons. "Fraggin'...Stinki'...Good for nothin'...."
Great, he was hoping that the explosion had taken out Astrotrain as well. He glances sideways as he feels that barrel pressing against his head, knowing that this is it...But damned if he is going down without a fight! He does a mighty battle cry as he rolls back onto his back and away from the barrel, opening fire with the Judge, trying to hit anything vital until finally it goes 'click'.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 21, 2010 10:46:05 GMT -5
Astrotrain, unlike Octane, is both fast and sturdy, and when Guzzle rolls, he snaps off a shot and gets out of the way. Blitzwing lands on the other side of Guzzle, drawing his gyro-blaster rifle in one hand and his electron scimitar, which can short-circuit any electrical device with a touch of its blade, in the other.
Is this the end?
Tune in next issue, fair readers!
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 21, 2010 20:47:15 GMT -5
Astrotrain is a good shot as well, since the Wrecker is now without an arm. Well, that's not true; there's still some of his arm left, though it can't even be identified as such anymore.
Guzzle hisses in pain as he writhes, precious fuel rushing forth from his wound, the Judge dropped as he clutches the seeping wound. But he will not scream. He will not cry. He will not give these slagging Decepticons an inch, fake or not! He turns to look at Blitzwing, glaring in defiance as he slowly rises to his feet, his entire body trembling as he feels like he'll give out any second now.
Oh, if only he had a suicide-bomb, so he could drag these suckers down with him. But no. He lets the wound go and clenches his hand into a fist, his own 'blood' seeping down from it, knowing that he won't stand a chance against these two, but that doesn't stop him from saying the most beautiful words he has ever heard in his life....
"Wreck. And. RULE."
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