Slag
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Post by Slag on May 27, 2009 5:07:53 GMT -5
Slag had JUST thought of a cunning way to make Mirage look silly, and possibly hurt him, when Grimlock threw him behind them, and another carbot came out of nowhere to save him from his landing.
Slag snorts, and glares at Tracks. "You interfere with dinobot plans!" he yells.
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Post by Mirage on May 27, 2009 18:02:51 GMT -5
Mirage most certainly does not mind Tracks's continued hold upon him. In fact, the spy clings to the other racecar for a moment, trying to bury his head against his neck. "Dinobots! Tracks, darling, Xarron has forced Dinobots upon my delicate sensibilities! He wants me to teach them to be stealthy!"
The sad part? Mirage is only partially playacting. He really is slightly traumatized by the whole mess.
"Stealth! Them! Can you imagine it?" he continues as he tries to slowly slip out of Tracks's arms. Provided he manages that all right, Mirage will stand facing Grimlock and Slag, hands on hips, a thoroughly put out expression on his face.
"Calling Omega Supreme a coward are you? That's pot to kettle, unless you care to say that to his face. And I'll not be deterred so easily. I've been given a job, and by Primus, you two thick-headed cretins will learn something before the day is through."
Privately, to Tracks, Mirage adds as he starts back to his observation rock, //Make sure to follow my path, if you're coming. Don't want you to trip a trap accidentally. Hate to scuff that lovely plating of yours up. At least, in such a non-pleasurable way.//
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Grimlock
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Post by Grimlock on May 27, 2009 18:45:06 GMT -5
Grimlock snarls at Tracks. "Him rude to Dinobots first. Me Grimlock just repay favor!" he snaps, stalking forward, as Mirage talks trash in front of his face. "See? Him not even able to stop after me try and teach him lesson!"
Then Mirage snaps about Omega, and Grimlock is quick to reply. "You muddle things up with not-needed information! You just want push me Grimlock's buttons!"
He's walking a little faster now. "Me Grimlock going to learn something, alright. Me Grimlock learn how many pieces me tear you in before you learn to not mess with Dinobots!"
And WHUMP!
Grimlock triggers a pitfall, crashing into it with an angry scream, kicking up a small dirt-cloud.
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Tracks
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Post by Tracks on May 29, 2009 2:07:16 GMT -5
Tracks rubs gentle circles into Mirage's arm as the spy makes his case, an amused but sympathetic smile on his face. "Now whatever has given Xaaron the idea that the Dinobots could ever be proficient in the area of stealth? Better yet, what has given him the idea that you are the one to teach them?" he murmurs close to Mirage's head. Tracks's tone mirrors his expression. He lets Mirage slip down and casts a measuring glance over at Grimlock and Slag.
"Plans or no plans, I can't have you tormenting Mirage so," Tracks scoffs. His next phrase goes over radio in private to Mirage. // That would be my job. // A slight wink and a smirk accompanies this message. // I shall follow your lead. //
Tracks sighs and brings one hand to his face as Grimlock goes crashing into a pit. "That...is not very promising."
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Slag
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Post by Slag on May 29, 2009 4:42:31 GMT -5
Slag glares at the group, at least until Grimlock walks forward. Slag grins, expecting some oncoming destruction...
And then Grimlock falls into a pit trap.
"Wha.. HAHAHAHA!" Slag bellows, laughing at his commander. "Stupid Grimlock! You watch where you g-". Then, Slag glares at Tracks, who is leaving.
"ME SLAG NOT FINISHED WITH YOU!" Slag roars, before transforming into his triceratops mode and charging forward towards the two carbots...
Except for one, slight little problem. Triceratops lived in fields and plains, not for anywhere with large pits. So while Slag charges forward, his leg gets caught in the pit trap, and the dinobot flamethrower trips over onto his side, falling straight into the pit and on top of Grimlock.
Oops.
OOC: Permission for landing on Grimlock given
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Post by Mirage on May 29, 2009 11:32:25 GMT -5
Mirage reaches his rock just about the time Grimlock crashes into the pit. He turns around as Slag yells, and thus gets to witness the Dinobot pileup.
Now, Mirage is neither a foolish nor a stupid mech, and there is a very large voice in his head screaming that he and Tracks should run. Fast. Right now. But the problem is that Grimlock called Mirage a coward, you see. And that scrap just doesn't fly.
So instead he is laughing fit to burst, leaning up against the rock for support. He's keeping a wary optic on the fallen pair of course, and if Tracks gets close enough, Mirage will try to grab his hand and pull him closer, just in case a quick cloak is needed. But the spy is still laughing as he calls out to the pair.
"And that is why learning to be light on your feet is useful. Had you stepped properly, you would not have fallen through. Now, are you going to stop this foolishness and set aside your tempers so that we can get something done?"
To Tracks, //It's a team-building exercise or some such. Xaaron does not feel I play well enough with others. Bah.//
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Grimlock
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Post by Grimlock on May 29, 2009 21:03:13 GMT -5
"ARRRRRRRRGGGHHHH!" Grimlock roars, punching the dirt wall of the pit, standing up--
And is abruptly knocked back down by Slag.
This just flares his temper more, and he grabs hold of his fellow Dinobot, and slowly lifts up out of the hole. That's right, Mirage. Did you forget that these Dinobots can fly?
"Me Grimlock say SHUT UP!" he bellows, and with a grunt, he gives Slag a good heave. A really good heave. In the general direction of Mirage and Tracks. Then he follows, on foot. Hopefully not going to hit any traps this time.
---------- OOC: Pitching of Slag done with player permission.
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Tracks
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Post by Tracks on May 30, 2009 19:38:04 GMT -5
Tracks blanches at the sight of Slag charging towards them. Oh he certainly remembers what happened the last time he was being attacked by a Slag. It's a pretty good thing that Mirage cleared most of the trees around here though--There's another face-fall as Slag goes tumbling into the same pit as Grimlock.
// Cannot play well with others? Is that so? // The amusement is clear in Tracks's voice.
"It seems that Dinobots aren't known for their agile frames either," Tracks snorts, voice lowered to keep the comment between him and Mirage. He quite willingly lets Mirage pull him in, though his expression turns slightly concerned though as he listens to the racer's laughter and comments. "Ah...I don't think that provoking them is necessarily a good idea. Are you quite sure that you know what you're getting yourself into?"
Ah...hullo flying Dinobots. "Blast it," he reaches for Mirage's hand in an attempt to pull the racer away. "Let's do as a good friend of mine says: 'Make like Michael and beat it!'"
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Slag
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Post by Slag on Jun 3, 2009 2:01:32 GMT -5
Slag roars as he is thrown by his commander, and manages to turn in midair, facing towards his targets with the most evil look a triceratops can muster upon his face.
However, Slag is a heavy triceratops. So he does not crash straight into the cars, but does SPLAT into a conveniently placed quicksand pit. Sticky things: The dinobot's mortal enemy.
This causes Slag to look at the two cars in pure fury. And although, while his legs are stuck, his head just managed to be clear of the pit. The inside of Slag's mouth glows a fierce red, and then he lets loose a massive ball of flame, attempting to incinerate the two cars where they stand, unless they manage to run away from the stuck triceratops in time.
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Post by Mirage on Jun 3, 2009 21:08:33 GMT -5
Actually...Mirage did forget that Dinobots could fly. If he had remembered, he would have made sure to booby trap the air, as well as the ground.
This is a Very Bad Thingtm
Mirage dives at Tracks as soon as Slag is launched toward them, rolling the Corvette end over end and cloaking them both at the same time winding up with Mirage atop Tracks. The move keeps them from becoming barbecue, but that doesn't mean they don't feel the heat from the blast.
He keeps very still, and tries, by holding Tracks a bit tighter, to let the other racer know to do the same. It's a weak camouflage; they need to move. It will make the charging Dinobot pause a moment.
He uses the radio //You don't have to stay, love. They're mostly angry at me. I shall attempt a distraction, and you may exit, stage left. That way is clear, if you keep to a straight line.//
And now there is a Mirage standing on the other side of Slag, conveniently over a tripwire.
OOC: Handling of Tracks done with player permission
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Grimlock
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Post by Grimlock on Jun 5, 2009 18:42:44 GMT -5
Grimlock skids to a halt, tearing up the ground under him as Mirage and Tracks disappear.
He snarls, jerking his head around, seeking out the pair. "Where snob-bots go?! Hiding like cowards from Dinobots!" Grimlock's about to transform, and join Slag in torching the place when Mirage appears near Slag. Grimlock snatches his stunner rifle out of subspace and fires off a few shots at this Mirage. "You no get away from me Grimlock this time!"
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Tracks
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Post by Tracks on Jun 6, 2009 11:38:03 GMT -5
"Ack!" Tracks sputters as Mirage pushes him over. The only sound that follows as they begin rolling along the ground is a pained "Oof." Oh goodness, he doesn't even want to know how many dents and scratches this will result in.
He raises his head slightly from the ground to give Mirage a wry expression. //You really should give me more of a warning when you want to go for a tumble.// Tracks notes the tighter hold that Mirage places on him and the stillness of the spy. Right. Still. //Leave you?// Tracks snorts. //With these brutes? I think you're asking the wrong bot. Besides, Grimlock used a plural for 'snob-bots', not a singular.// In other words 'I'm staying, spy-boy.'
//What's the plan?//
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Post by Mirage on Jun 9, 2009 22:47:23 GMT -5
OOC: Slag skipped due to time out. Assuming he is still stuck in teh quicksand till further notice.
//It is not cowardly to use what weapons and opportunities one has available to them, Grimlock.// Mirage chides over short-range general. //Which was why you two were getting this instruction in the first place.//
When Grimlock shoots at "Mirage" the hologram seems to fall to one side, behind a deadfall, and out of sight of the Dinobots. The real Mirage tenses atop Tracks, and frowns down at him.
//You should not pay for my poor judgment, love.// He shakes his head. //But if you are determined....//
//With luck, Grimlock will trigger the tripwire near that deadfall. In the resulting commotion, I shall head into the fray, so to speak. Cloaked, mind you. There's a bounder trap off to the left there. Head behind it.//
//Hrm...do you have that darklight blinding option on your weaponry?//
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Grimlock
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Post by Grimlock on Jun 10, 2009 2:21:06 GMT -5
Alright, he went down!
Grimlock's anger blinds him to the fact that the shot went -through- Mirage, and didn't stop when it hit him. So now he charges for the spy, and... Trips the wire. Grimlock lunges, and now he realizes that Mirage is naught but a hologram.
Grimlock also realizes that big piles of wood are heavy, as the deadfall collapses on him, pinning him for the time being.
One might think he's trying to fake out Mirage, get him to come closer. Truth be told, he's not sure what to do now.
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Tracks
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Post by Tracks on Jun 10, 2009 22:11:50 GMT -5
//And your course of action when you 'head into the fray'?// Tracks' expression furrows at the racer.
//Of course my black beam option. What would you like me to do with it?// His black beam gun flickers out of subspace and he gestures at the switch. Tracks winces at the tremors that run through the ground as the timber descends upon Grimlock and the ground around him. Carefully, Tracks rises up, reaching over in an attempt to give Mirage's arm a brief squeeze and a 'good luck' in the form of a wry //Just tell me what to do and don't get yourself slagged// before padding over to the boulder trap that Mirage had mentioned.
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