Counterpunch
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The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
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Post by Counterpunch on Aug 4, 2009 21:55:17 GMT -5
Rattrap, if he's watching, no doubt recognizes Counterpunch as the Decepticon who called for his death... and the one whose bumbling afterwards helped give Rattrap the time he needed to escape.
Convenient, that.
Bingo. thinks Counterpunch.
While Counterpunch can't drop cover for this, at least knowing who it is lets him know what he can say. What he needs to say, in fact. Once he passes on this bit of information, he can quit his own search and goes home.
"What?!" he exclaims out loud, as voice usually doesn't travel as far as even low-powered RF. "You're not that dope, Magnus!" He starts firing in the direction he's heard Mirage in. "You wanna cover his escape? Fine! I'll just blast you to bits instead!"
Oh, thank Sigma for the villain tendency to monologue! It's such a useful tool for delivering information!
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Aug 5, 2009 20:19:36 GMT -5
Rattrap isn't watching; in fact, he's a few blocks away when he hears weapons fire. He scowls and his ears flatten against his head.
"What's dat hot-shot gotten into this time?" he hisses. "Rattrap, Maximize!" And he's running the instant he has feet again, blaster in hand. He keeps behind cover as he goes; he'd rather not blunder into whatever Mirage has started. And Mirage has started something interesting, decides Rattrap once he peers very carefully around a corner and gets an eyeful of familiar Decepticon backside. What's his name… Counter-something. Counterpunch. Counterpunch raised a big ruckus in the mines, too. Mirage is nowhere in sight.
Something smells fishy. Rattrap's optics narrow, his upper lip curls in a sneer, and he tightens his grip on his blaster, but he keeps back.
OOC: Still skippable.
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Post by Mirage on Aug 5, 2009 22:34:25 GMT -5
Mirage cycles his cloak, body pressed tightly to the wall of one of the abandoned buildings. He has what they needed, after a fashion. Ultra Magnus is alive, has escaped, and is on the run. Possibly, Mirage ponders, with a little help from an inside source.
What they don't know is how recently that escape was made.
//Rattrap.// Mirage calls over the secure Com/Intel channel. //Our loud friend has so kindly let slip that Magnus has escaped. We can duck out now, and try to find him, or keep nosing for intel here.//
Oh look, Counterpunch, there's a Mirage on the totally other side from where you're firing! And it looks like he's about to shoot you!*
OOC: Hologram,yo!
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Counterpunch
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The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
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Post by Counterpunch on Aug 5, 2009 23:05:23 GMT -5
Counterpunch's optic band widens, and he rolls, assumes he did so in time (didn't feel anything), and once he's upright again, returns fire.
You can't blame him for being fooled, really. In his reality, if Mirage can do anything besides invisibility, it's not widely advertised.
He snarls, and goes charging in that direction. "I don't know how you got over there, but you ain't escaping me!" he shouts while keeping up a steady stream of fire.
Of course he's completely fooled and suspects nothing. Why else would he do this?
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Post by Mirage on Aug 7, 2009 10:04:11 GMT -5
As soon as Counterpunch rolls, the hologram vanishes, Mirage himself poofs, and then the spy is padding swiftly and silently up behind the outraged Decepticon.
The one thing they don't know is how long ago Ultra Magnus escaped, or how injured he may be. The phrasing suggests recently, but clarification would be most helpful.
An invisible rifle muzzle roughly (but not too roughly) presses against the back of Counterpunch's head. Such a shot might not kill him, but it would damn well incapacitate him. Hopefully, he isn't so much of a hothead that he will force Mirage's hand.
"What you see isn't always what you get, now is it?" Mirage drawls softly, "Now, surely I've played with you long enough to let Magnus get a good start. Nothing left but to hush you up and cover his trail, wouldn't you say?"
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Counterpunch
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The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
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Post by Counterpunch on Aug 7, 2009 11:57:13 GMT -5
Counterpunch stiffens as the gun is placed to the back of his head, and his optic band narrows. His head turns downward, and he scans for signs of disturbed dust on the metal road. The one hand still clenches the gun, but the other balls into a fist, and he snarls out, "If he hasn't dropped dead already, I suppose. But hey, longer I can keep you focused here..."
And with that, rather suddenly, his left foot smashes back. Based on where the gun is, and the dust on the road, and the recent training he's had in dealing with cloaked people, he feels he's got a decent idea where the foot is. Figures, but there's a rather large chance that he's wrong.
Ah, well. Getting one's head blown off is all part of the job. Besides, he's got another one.
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Post by Mirage on Aug 7, 2009 19:44:59 GMT -5
...hasn't dropped dead already. That...doesn't sound good at all...
And that's about all Mirage has time to think when Counterpunch lashes out. The spy had deliberately stood of to one side, but the kick still clips the outside edge of Mirage's leg. It knocks him off balance, which conveniently makes the shot fired from his rifle just slide past Counterpunch's helm. Perhaps close enough to burn a furrow, perhaps not.
Mirage goes with the fall, rolling over and over until there's distance between them, then scrambling to crouch behind a fallen awning.
He happens to be across from a certain rat now. But still invisible.
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Counterpunch
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The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
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Post by Counterpunch on Aug 8, 2009 0:02:56 GMT -5
Counterpunch turns around, immediately searching the ground visually. The thing is, while he's no melee specialist, he seems to be using the exact same technique for fighting a cloaked individual as a certain someone else Mirage has recently dealt with.
At first, anyway.
A realization dawns, and Counterpunch just roars. "You blasted 'Bot! That cloak won't hide you if I just fill the air full of shots!" Granted, he can't fire at any particular super-speed, he's no Misfire or anything, but most standard lasers can fire pretty quickly, and now, Counterpunch is doing both that and shooting wildly.
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Aug 9, 2009 19:42:42 GMT -5
Rattrap grimaces and falls back, slipping behind a dumpster – that may or may not be what the locals used it for while they were here, but it sure looks like a dumpster to Rattrap – when Counterpunch starts blasting every which way. There is no way anyone within two kliks can miss this spectacle, is there? He kind of hopes there is, or Mirage had better be able to run cloaked in car mode.
//Smooth,// Rattrap quips at Mirage over the secure band. //Maybe next time, we'll just give ya a floodlamp and a couple o' neon signs.// He crouches low and peers around the side of his dumpster, expression sour and thoughtful, optics narrow. //At least we know dat traitor got away,// he adds, //and dat he ain't in such great shape.// He eases a little further forward, just an inch or two, to try and get a better look. Counterpunch really is going, isn't he? It's like Scorponok in a bad mood, but over the top and with better firepower. //Ehh… don't suppose you can tick him off into spillin' how long it's been? I mean, you two got such a great rapport goin' already and all,// Rattrap wonders, slinking backwards again.
OOC: Still skippable.
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Post by Mirage on Aug 10, 2009 10:41:58 GMT -5
From behind Rattrap comes a quietly whispered, "Doubtful."
"He has been as helpful as I imagine he shall ever be. But the comment about Magnus's injuries was said in such a way as to indicate it was not that long ago," Mirage adds as he cycles his cloak. The spy is crouched down behind Rattrap's dumpster.
"Found out we may be, but sometimes, it is the best way to get information, you know. Some mechs have no CPU-to-mouth filter."
Shall we away?"
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Counterpunch
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The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
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Post by Counterpunch on Aug 10, 2009 12:17:14 GMT -5
When his wild firing yields no results, Counterpunch lowers his weapon. There's a moment of consideration. He won't find the invisible spy - not if the invisible spy has any sense at all - but if he doesn't spend at least some time searching, it might raise some eyebrows. So Counterpunch falls quiet and approaches one of the sides of the street, one chosen at random. He's not completely silent as he walks along the edge of the road, scanning the buildings lined up next to it - metal feet on metal street make that difficult. But still, it would seem he has a fairly light step when he wishes it.
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Aug 13, 2009 2:38:29 GMT -5
Rattrap doesn't do much more than make a face over his shoulder when Mirage pops up back there. Freaking out is for rookies and he still thinks Counterpunch is more likely to shoot him.
"Guess we just missed the guy," he mutters sourly. "All dis way and he goes and ditches us. How 'bout that." He pauses to listen when the gunfire quiets and makes an annoyed tch sound. He's pretty sure it isn't just him and those footsteps are getting closer; his voice drops to a raspy whisper as he adds, "Can you stealth us outta here, or d'you only go ghost in robot mode?" Because if he doesn't get to screw things up for their grouchy pal back there, they can at least rob him of a fleeing target to shoot after.
The stealth thing is probably something he ought to know by this point. Not that he's tried. Something else to put off until later.
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Post by Mirage on Aug 13, 2009 10:10:07 GMT -5
Mirage nods sharply, then cants his head to one side. The footsteps are definitely coming closer. Time to switch back to radio.
//I can. If...you will allow me to carry you, I can hide us both until we've enough distance for me to transform without calling attention.// No, Mirage does not want to carry the filthy rat, but he will.
If Rattrap agrees, Mirage will scoop up the rat, and holding him entirely too close for Mirage's comfort, start backing silently and swiftly out of the alley.
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