Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
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Post by Misfire on Aug 18, 2009 9:55:34 GMT -5
Fleetwind does catch up to Misfire, and Skystrike is closing quickly. Part of what is slowing Misfire down is that he is attempting to watch Fleetwind. Though radar only gives him so much of the picture.
Damn, but Misfire does want to learn to do moves like that with such confidence!
As they hit the next straight section, Fleetwind pulls ahead.
"C'mon Skystrike! At this rate, Fleet'll put us both to shame!"
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 18, 2009 12:01:03 GMT -5
Fun?
Skystrike hadn't flown with another flier for fun in millions of years. Flying for fun was only enjoyable as a lonesome affair. To be flying with two jets and for that very purpose no less, was an oddly distant concept.
Misfire's voice distracts her from that little train of thought and Skystrike is silent for a moment. She was really more into the wing-stretching part of the program rather than the racing, but she supposes she can have a little more 'fun'. Even if it was the rather long forgotten kind.
"If I must put effort into it." She answers at last, pulling up under Misfire.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Aug 18, 2009 13:34:42 GMT -5
Unlike Dead End, Bonecrusher is no fast-moving obstacle, choosing instead to skate sedately through the halls (he hates rushing anywhere except into battle). He does make a rather taller and wider one, though. Too bad his minesweeping arm remains detached for the time being, a row of blades protruding up past his shoulders would just be tons of fun for anyone flying overhead to avoid.
He glances around as he rolls along. It that the sound of jet engines?
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Fleetwind
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The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
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Post by Fleetwind on Aug 18, 2009 19:36:28 GMT -5
"Aw, scrap!" Fleetwind exclaims as he suddenly cuts his engines, once more transforming to fall behind, this time using his antigravs as breaks to slow himself down even farther. He jinks to the side, aiming for the area where that minesweeping arm should be.
As he passes, it's entirely possible that he scrapes against Bonecrusher, anyway. Either way, he exclaims, "Sorry!" He doesn't actually stop to apologize, though. Not around him.
If he gets caught as he tries to pass, that's another matter...
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Aug 18, 2009 21:58:59 GMT -5
Fleetwind's exclamation is echoed by a much more colorful curse from Misfire. At least they didn't run into Bonecrusher in one of the turns.
Misfire jinks as close to the ceiling as he can as he flies toward Bonecrusher, then tries his hand at Fleetwind's transform and tumble maneuver. The Targetmaster learns quickly, but he's nowhere near the Seeker's class yet.
Still Misfire's a fair hand at acrobatics in general, and rather than use his anti-gravs to keep flying, he cuts them all together, and draws his knees in tight. As he passes over Bonecrusher, dropping in the air at the same time, Misfire reaches out with his palms and uses the Buffalo's shoulders as a springboard, flipping over and then collapsing into jet mode again near the floor.
Then off he goes, if he doesn't have an angry Buffalo on his tail.
OOC: Springboarding off Bonecrusher done with permission.
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Post by Long Range on Aug 19, 2009 1:30:38 GMT -5
A door opens just a little bit further down the hallway from Bonecrusher, and out steps Long Range.
Long Range is happy. The day has been restful, and nobody has been bothering him since they took off as there just isn't that much use for an artillery platform in space. Sure, he occasionally gets called to move something heavy, but not much more than that. Funnily enough, he's currently carrying a large number of smallish energon cubes stacked into a cube on a tray. He's taking it to restock one of the dispensers in the lounge.
Stepping out of the room fully, with the door closing behind him, Long Range's face falls from one of contentment to one of confusion and then dread realization as he sees the jets barely dodge around Bonecrusher. Looking left and right and seeing no escape, and with turning out of the question in such a short time, Long range just closes his eyes and grips the tray tighter, deforming it slightly.
In the highly unlikely event he gets out of this without dropping any cubes, some of them are going to disappear as he sits in a corner and calms his nerves.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 19, 2009 5:00:46 GMT -5
Not one, but two people in the way at the same time. She'll save the loud cursing for after getting past them.
Since the shoulder space was taken up by the two other jets and she was already flying low to the ground, Skystrike chooses the third option. She speeds up before transforming to her more compact robot-mode so that even if Bonecrushes does manage to grab her, it'll still be at a hundred or so kilometers an hour. Then the berkut clamps her arms to her sides and semi-folds her wings to slip between Bonecrusher's legs.
If she does get past him, she'll rather violently roll onto her side and flatten her wings to get through the space in front of Long Shot. Split second manuevers from hell.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Aug 19, 2009 10:57:35 GMT -5
Bonecrusher freezes up like a deer in headlights because what-the-slag bunch of jets heading right for him! He growls as they begin to whip narrowly past him which quickly turns into a howl of outrage as one of them springs off his shoulders. Even as the force of being leaped off of sends him stumbling forward, he turns arms extending out in an attempt to try and snag one of those slagging jets, because he's going to pummel them into sheet metal and-
Cue screaming out loud as Bonecrusher promptly collapses to the ground in agonizing pain.
Convulsing slightly on the floor, he still manages to shout a string of threats and colourful expletives. "-going to rip off your fragging wings, you stupid-!"
He hopes they all crash into Long Range. Painfully. And possibly explode.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Aug 21, 2009 22:41:46 GMT -5
While Skystrike zips in front of Long Range, Fleet drops low and slips behind the other robot, slipping by just behind he's knees. He scrapes by so narrowly, it's entirely possible that his wings touch Long Range, but he slips through all the same. Once past, he touches the ground, hands first, and then pulls his knees in to tumble, before righting himself and springing up, back into the air.
And then the hallway ends in a "t" and Fleetwind slams into the wall.
Well, not quite. He pulls his feet up and hits the wall, feet first, facing the right passageway. He runs along the wall a few feet, then jumps off it, transforms, and jets off once more!
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Aug 23, 2009 9:59:59 GMT -5
Oh, slag!
Misfire barely settles back into jet mode before there is a very large obstacle in the hallway. He's too low to the ground to twist and skate by on either side like Skystrike and Fleetwind, and he doesn't have the speed built up to do anything to fancy.
Instead, he transforms again just above the floor, curling into a ball and tumbling head over heels along the floor just in front of Long Range. Thank Primus he has a more compact robot mode, and that his wings fold up tighter than most fliers. Though he still might bump the big guy.
He rolls to he end of the hall, then scrambles up. "Damnit! Lost my lead!" he shouts, before transforming and rocketing off after the other two jets
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Post by Long Range on Aug 25, 2009 1:00:30 GMT -5
In the few seconds before the fliers move past him, a memory of being caught by an Autobot flier while in artillery mode flashes into his recollection. He almost didn't make it out of that one, and if he drops all this energon he's sure someone in command is going to kill him.
He feels Skystrike zip past him, and then Fleetwinds wing just touch him. Then Misfire actually bumps into him, causing him to stagger slightly as the cubes on top of the pile threaten to fall off the tray. Manging to not fall over, and not drop anything, Long Range breathes a sigh of relief as the fliers pass him, but he still sees Bonecrusher on the floor.
"Need a hand, or a cube?" He inquires as he stands tall over Bonecrusher, still shaking slightly.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 25, 2009 14:15:13 GMT -5
Skystrike transforms but doesn't start up her thrusters quite yet. She instead moves so that the underside of her fuselage was perpendicular to the incoming flow, ailerons and canards whirring and rattling under the pressure. Then, just as she reaches the turn, the berkut lights up her engines and blasts off after Fleetwind.
Finally have concentration to spare on not hitting unfortunate bystanders, Skystrike finally hisses, "... Slag."
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Aug 25, 2009 19:12:23 GMT -5
Bonecrusher just curses even louder at Long Range and, after a few failed attempts, manages to force himself onto shaky legs. He glares in the direction the jets flew off in, silently vowing that when (not if, someone's confident) he gets this slagging device out of his systems he is going to kill them. And not quickly.
Swearing subsiding to a low muttering, he skates off in the direction he was originally heading.
OOC: Out o' thread!
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Aug 25, 2009 22:25:27 GMT -5
Fleetwind once more starts to fall behind as the other jets take advantage of another straight-away, but it's entirely possible he's flying more slowly, too. After all, at the rate they're going, next thing that'll happen is that Hellbender will pop out in front of them!
Fortunately, "Shouldn't we be there soon?" he asks. Unless his maps have gotten horribly off...
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Aug 25, 2009 23:10:44 GMT -5
Misfire takes advantage of the straightaway, but he puts on very little speed.
"Yeah," he answers, "next turn..." That he says this as he's taking the turn is no big deal.
He transforms and touches down lightly in front of the simulation room. Perhaps he is first, perhaps not. He doesn't really care.
"So. Which of you wants to pick the sim?"
OOC: I'm good with playing out the sim a bit, or fading out. Whichever you to prefer.
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