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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Feb 5, 2009 4:05:47 GMT -5
If Phobia were in robot mode, he'd be wearing the most blank look a bewildered mech could muster on such short notice.
Then the bike's engine utters a seething growl.
"Well, obviously, an infiltrator would be so very interested in getting information from two idiots out in the middle of a blistering hot desert." He snaps stiffly, any pretenses of politeness now gone. "Since both of you seem content with overheating and rotting out here, then I certainly am not one to harbor any objections." And with that the bike turns and makes to speed off into the mirage laden horizon, fuming silently.
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Post by Long Range on Feb 5, 2009 5:32:42 GMT -5
"Yep, he's a Decepticon. With that said, GET THE FRAG BACK HERE!" Long Range shouts as he plants his rifle in the sand, remaing otherwise calm. His own radio will eventually (Hopefully) repair itself, but he'd rather get out of here sooner rather than later.
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 5, 2009 9:38:54 GMT -5
Duskwing stares at Phobia, confused, then his expression turns sullen. "Hey! I'm just bein' careful. Been all these traitors and psycho-Autobots running around..."
He then looks suspiciously at Long Range; fortunately, Duskwing isn't the paranoid type. The reasoning required is far too convoluted for him to follow. He slowly lowers his arm-guns to point at the sand. "So you gonna call the Boss, or what?"
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Feb 5, 2009 13:05:07 GMT -5
Phobia stops and turns his windshield in a halfhearted attempt to glower at them in vehicle mode but does not drive off. He doesn't head back towards them either if only because he was more indignant and irritated than cowardly at the moment.
"No I'm not getting back there," he sniffs instead before more calmly adding; "I'm heading in the direction of the base anyways." Then he turns a bit more and would be giving Duskwing a flat look if he were in robot mode at the moment.
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Post by Long Range on Feb 5, 2009 15:17:00 GMT -5
"You could, of course, go off an leave us here. Thats your choice. My radio will eventually repair itself. I'll have to mention, when I call in for a pick up, that abandoned your duty and left us to die. Maybe I might even slip in a mention about desertion in there." Long range says almost whimsically as he strokes his chin with his free hand, staring off into the distance.
"Come to think about it, isn't it those Mayhems jobs to hunt down and kill deserters and traitors? Not to mention what the others might do to you..."
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 6, 2009 7:26:24 GMT -5
Duskwing's optics widen at the mention of the Mayhems and he starts to look worried. "Yeah, dat's what Spinister and the 'Nose do!"
He gives Long Range a frantic look. "I didn't desert! You gotta believe that--my radio is busted an' I couldn't find the check-in point! They gotta believe me!"
He turns stiffly towards Phobia, raising his guns again. His voice is tinged with panic. "You! CALL THE BOSS, NOW! Tell 'em we's out here, tryin' to report in. Tell 'em 'bout the battle damage!"
On the western horizon, a dark curtain rises into the sky...
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Feb 6, 2009 9:30:57 GMT -5
"How about you get yourself over here so that we may at least make some progression to where we're supposed to be?" Phobia quips back at Long Range. "Then we can casually discuss my unruly ways while moving through this forsaken terrain. I'll even go slow just to hear every rusted word you utter."
Then its guns pointing at him again and the irritation wrought boldness was lost in the dry air. Getting guns pointed at for the first time by unknown Decepticons was pretty much standard procedure. A second time around though, and having the guns wielded by a nervous seeker no less, tended to have far less predictable results.
"Don't shoot. Please don't." The bike pleads, visibly shrinks back this time, headlights flaring fearfully. He wasn't exactly sure why telling Starscream about Duskwing and Long Range being lost and their battle damages would help matters, but if it stopped them from shooting him then he'd happily suffer Starscream yelling at him.
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Post by Long Range on Feb 6, 2009 16:22:24 GMT -5
Not that Long Range was directing those threats at Duskwing, but it does seem to have stopped phobia in his tracks, even if indirectly. "How far to the extraction point?" Long range says, now having Phobias attention.
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 6, 2009 20:02:30 GMT -5
Normally, Duskwing's reaction to finding out Phobia is that easily scared by him would be to extort part of Phobia's share of energon out of him, but right now Duskwing is just too grumpy and hurt to care.
"You stupid or something? Just make the frickin' call already! Slaggit, we're not deserters!" Duskwing says, waving one arm-gun around in exasperation. "We want to be found, see?"
He lowers his guns and carefully tucks his smashed radio away in his cockpit, then stoops and picks up the wing pieces he'd dropped again.
"I think Phobie means its the way he's goin'," Duskwing tells Long Range as he starts limping toward Phobia, half-dragging his fused leg along.
One foot, two foot... it's a long way home.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Feb 6, 2009 23:11:43 GMT -5
"Alright, alright!" Phobia shrinks back some more at Duskwing's gun waving and quietly does as he's been told. Then Long Range pipes up and Phobia utters an exasperated noise. He's about to answer when Duskwing figures out what he's been trying to tell them all along.
"..." Phobia stares at the jet. Then he glances at Long Range before going back to stare at Duskwing some more, although this time it was with an air of someone who'd just seen their savior. It was brief though and the bike quickly regains his composure and finally says; "I'm heading to the base and I can show you two the way there. In fact, that's what I'm supposed to do and what I've been telling you I'm supposed to do."
Seeing as Duskwing's speed probably wasn't going to exceed anything more impressive than a kilometer per hour, Phobia patiently waits for a bit before turning and starting the long return trip.
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Post by Long Range on Feb 9, 2009 0:57:38 GMT -5
Phobia should not be worrying about Duskwing whenit comes to speed. He may not have noticed, but Long Range is quite... relaxed in his pace as he trundles after Duskwing and Phobia, a slight limp in his right leg where its still slightly numb. A frown crosses over his face as he realizes that Phobia might just mean to try and walk them all the way from here back to base.
Long Range may be legendarily lazy and might be a factor in his irritaion at this, but another is that he can't see this group (A smart afted and cowardly bike, damaged and slightly dim seeker and a slow artillery former that likes his rest) getting back to base within the next month. "Say, Phobia, there is some form of ariel transport on route, correct?" He asks Phobia, having stored his gun for the moment.
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Post by Blackout on Feb 9, 2009 19:21:21 GMT -5
There is indeed some form of aerial transport nearby. It's like there's somebody arranging these things to move the plot forward or something.
Naaaah.....
Blackout is in a foul humor. Stuck in a background battle, he missed the main confrontation with the demon Prime. Worse, the battle he was involved in fell apart when the other side retreated. Now, he's roaming the desert, ostensibly looking for wounded allies or salvageable remnants. In truth, he's hoping to find straggling opponents to vent on.
So naturally, when his radar picks up three forms of varying sizes, his guns rev up to firing speed. Somewhat obscured by the dust cloud thrown up by his rotors, he bears down on the three forms.
Of course, there is no justice in the universe, so he should probably make sure these aren't more doubles left behind or something equally annoying. The big chopper activates his radio over low-power broadband. //Identify yourselves.//
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 9, 2009 19:53:47 GMT -5
Duskwing kicks up a small cloud of dust himself with his dragging foot. The black, ashy grit settles on what's left of the Seeker's finish, dulling it to a dead gray.
Several moments after Long Range asks his question, Duskwing says, "Yeah. What he said. I ain't got the fuel to walk that way."
He shuffles on for a few more moments. "It does that annoying light/dark thing, and the big nav beacon up there moves every cycle, so we'd get lost," Duskwing adds, pointing at the lowering sun.
Optics narrow slightly as he stares toward the horizon. "Hey, what's that?" he asks, pointing at a distant dust cloud.
Alas for Blackout, Duskwing's radio is still smashed.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Feb 10, 2009 6:35:53 GMT -5
"To be honest, I was expecting one dead jet to drag back and nobody told me otherwise so I didn't think to ask." Phobia answers them both, his headlights flickering on, making a pool of bright orange light against the dark desert.
He only idly listens to Duskwing talk until, of course, the seeker points out the approaching dust cloud. A moment later, the bike nearly jumps out of his armor when a voice comes over the radio. Of course he regathers his wits with practiced ease and slows to a halt, peering warily at the fast closing cloud.
//I am Phobia.// He says calmly to Blackout. //There are two others with me- Duskwing and... a Long Range, I believe. But they have had their radios broken and can't answer at the moment. May I inquire your designation?//
"That, it seems, is another Decepticon." Phobia replies to Duskwing, headlight flickering. "He just radioed me. I don't suppose you some idea who it might be?"
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Post by Long Range on Feb 10, 2009 7:37:28 GMT -5
Long Range squints slightly as he looks at the approaching object, and recognizes that its a helicopter or somthing similair and asks himslf who it could be.
"Might be Spinister... or that other helicopter with the scoprion creature. I don't know how it can carry the three of us either way." Long Range says.
His real concern is wether Blackout will be able to carry his massive bulk. He seriosly needs to get someone to build him a rocket bike.
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