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Post by Clipper on Feb 10, 2009 16:04:18 GMT -5
(ooc: Approved for a modified S1 intro. Takes place on day 7 in what's left of the Zoo. Thread is open to anyone who would make sense to be there.)
Well, this is an odd state of affairs. Clipper does not remember lying down to take a nap after that nasty business with the Breast Force earlier in the day. Thank goodness for God Ginrai; she'd never seen Star Saber take such a beating before, and she isn't certain that any of them would have survived, if God Ginrai had not arrived to save the day.
Wait. They did survive, right?
"Holi? Ho-" She breaks off as she sits up, optics booting up to reveal... someplace that she has never seen before.
She's in something that might have once been an enclosure, at least before something very large trampled all the walls down. Well, the three walls. One wall is totally missing, however it doesn't look like there had ever been a wall there, oddly enough, and there is a similar enclosure across a wide corridor, which also appears to have been built minus one wall. At least, if she is interpreting these ruins correctly.
Ruins may not be entirely correct, though. Ruins implies something that has been left for a lengthy time, while this appears to be relatively recent, if destroyed. Everything here looks rather mangled and destroyed, in fact. It looks an awful lot like how Holi has described some of the sites where the Destrons have attacked. Had she managed to miss an entire battle? Where is Holi, then? Did something happen to him?
This just doesn't look like any place she's ever heard of on Micro, though!
"Hello?" she calls1, rising and dusting debris and soot off of her slim pink and white frame. There doesn't seem to be any answer, nor any sounds of battle near or far, and the dust and soot and debris looks recent, but not fresh. "Hello? Is anyone here?"1
Everything is roughly scaled to a Micromaster like her, at least. Why does it just seem to not be right, though? Now that she's standing and can see a little bit more over the piles of debris, she can see more enclosures just like this one lined all along the corridor, although many of them are damaged or broken, and the things inside - what is left of them, that is - are all different from one another.
What is this place? More importantly, where is everyone else, and how did she get here?
1 - spoken in Japanese.
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Post by Misfire on Feb 10, 2009 16:22:16 GMT -5
Misfire did not wait too long after being repaired before putting in for a patrol duty. For that matter, as soon as he could fly without difficulty, he was doing so, and as a result he's sporting the half-painted look which so annoys the fashionistas.
But he couldn't just sit around base and do nothing. So when someone needed to be tapped to make regular runs across continent to check on the Autobase ruins, he didn't mind being that someone. His faults don't show in the air, after all.
Blah, blah, nothing, nothing but ruin and rock and dust and....something small, pink, and Micromaster-sized. Hrm.
Misfire drops low and makes another pass over the area where he's spied that flash of pink and white.
OOC: If another 'Con flier wants to be in on this patrol, fee free. It's okay by myself and Clipper.
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Post by Clipper on Feb 10, 2009 18:25:55 GMT -5
Well, one of her questions might be answered soon! That sounds like the whine of a jet approaching high above; hopefully it is a friendly jet.
She almost misses it as it zips past high overhead, but, fortunately, the red streak banks around and drops lower, circling back. Does this mean that she's been spotted? Or is whoever is in - or is - the jet simply turning back?
"Hello! Hey! Down here!"1 she calls, waving. Oh, please let this be someone who knows where Ho- where the others are!
1 - still speaking Japanese.
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Post by Misfire on Feb 10, 2009 19:17:31 GMT -5
Misfire has to drop pretty low to get a good visual on the small bot, and even with that, he almost misses the red symbol branded on a dark pink chest.
And what is Primus' name is she gibbering at him? Certainly not Cybertronian!
He banks hard right, then does a reverse so he can quickly spray the area with fire. So what if it's just a Micromaster? Can't let the 'Bots here get reinforcements of any kind.
//Got a 'Bot in that enclosure area. Small, looks Micromaster sized. Pink and white...wonder if it's a tiny version of that Arcee guy. You know, like the tiny Prime they got?// he says over 'Con broadband.
//Opening fire.//
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Post by Clipper on Feb 10, 2009 19:35:18 GMT -5
Oh, she has been spotted! Perhaps information will be forthcoming!
Except that is an all too terribly recognizable purple symbol emblazoned upon that jet's nose; she'd have spotted it even if he'd been twice the distance that he is when he shoots past. A Destron! A destron who isn't interested in negotiating or gloating, either!
If Clipper were not so grass-green-new to Gillanan or had even the fainted clue about who her attacker was, she could have stood her ground as Misfire sprays the area with weapons' fire. It isn't as if he would actually hit her. She doesn't know anything about where she is, who she is facing, or what is going on, beyond the fact that she is in the middle of a recent battlefield and there is a large Destron strafing her. She does what comes natural:
She dives for cover with a squeak and pulls out her own pistol to return fire. Alas, she is weilding a typical Micromaster pistol, which is about as powerful as fly spit against a normal Destron's armor. Misfire might feel a tickle, if he doesn't bother dodging.
// Hello?! Is anyone there? //1 she transmits frantically over the Autobot broadband. // Please! Can anyone hear me? I am under Destron attack! //
1 - Yup, you guessed it. Still speaking Japanese.
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Post by Needlenose on Feb 10, 2009 23:05:55 GMT -5
//Micromasters, Micromasters, Micromasters!// Needlenose exclaims over the radio, and if you're imagining it in the tone of Jan Brady shouting, "Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!" you're imagining correctly. //Think they're so hot. 'Oh, look at us! We're little and use less energy, but we're just as strong and tough as the big guys!'// Needlenose, of course, has no reason to know that this doesn't apply to this Micromaster. //Pfffft! As it so happens, I run off a perfectly viable high-efficiency hybrid system that sacrifices neither strength, firepower, nor size, but is anyone interested? Noooooooooo. After all, we stole the Micromaster tech from the Autobots instead of developing it ourselves, so that just automatically makes it cooler!//
//Pffft. As if.//
Needlenose is not quite in-sight yet, but he's heading in the direction of Misfire and Clipper, having responded to Misfire's radio signal. By the end of his broadcast, the sharp of hearing can probably start to pick up the sound of his engines coming from the west (he had already been on patrol when the call was made).
//I suppose we should try to capture him so we can interrogate and dissect him,// he adds, sighing. //Of course, since we want him alive, I need you to keep aiming right at him, all right, Misfire?//
That should keep the Micromaster pinned down while keeping him more or less safe from injury at the same time.
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Post by Misfire on Feb 11, 2009 10:54:19 GMT -5
//Hmph. Already thinking along those lines, Needlenose. I figured he wouldn't get too far with my raining fire down on him, so it's be easier to keep track.//
Misfire does get hit by the Clipper's shots, and he is...pleasantly surprised when the shots do nothing more really than give him a bit of a massage. Strange. Micromasters are usually better armed. //Weird. His laser feels like a training pistol on lowest setting.//
The Targetmaster will continue to bring the rain until Needlenose gets there, or he receives other orders.
//And Blitzwing? Stuff it.// Misfire is used to getting ribbed about his aim, and he deserves it. Blitzwing, however, just pisses him off.
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Post by Clipper on Feb 11, 2009 12:24:55 GMT -5
The radio erupts with a flurry of traffic in response to her call, thankfully setting up some sort of rescue task force to come to her aid. Which is a very good thing, because it doesn't appear that her pistol is having much effect on the red jet at all! His shots, however, are sure blowing the heck out of everything around her. Fortunately, other than the rocks and debris of everything around her getting blown up raining down on her, she isn't getting hit by him. Of course, he could just be keeping her pinned down to capture her, which would be an odd thing. The Destrons that would attack Micro weren't very much into the whole prisoner thing. Or he could just be an incredibly bad shot. Clipper hopes that whoever that was on the radio is right and that this is that "Misfire", who just happens to be a really lousy shot. Emboldened by the prospect of help on the way, she risks popping her head up from concealment to shake her fist at him, yelling - not in Japanese now - "Is that the best you can do?" A lucky shot that hits the debris right in front of her face sends her back under cover with a squeak, though, and she begins to debate if it's even worth wasting the energy to keep shooting back, if her pistol isn't having any effect. Except that the alternative is sitting there passively, and she isn't one to do that, even if she isn't particularly strong or well armed or heavily armored. Out of sheer frustration, she grabs the biggest rock she can hurl with one hand and pops up just long enough to do that when Misfire next streaks past. Holi is here, though, on this, well, this "alien world" - and she still has no idea how she'd ended up not on Micro, either - and he'll be here soon. He has to be. What's that sound? She has to concentrate to hear it over Misfire's shots and engines, but... It sounds like there might be another jet on the way in. Holi, where are you?
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Post by Spinister on Feb 11, 2009 17:35:19 GMT -5
Spinister is not so much on patrol with Misfire and Needlenose insofar as he on a patrol that happens to be at the same time as Misfire and Needlenose's patrol. While he is absurdly fast for a helicopter, he doesn't match fighter jets.
Of course, he can pick up details that they would miss, by going slower, but he'd probably pick up details that they would miss even if they went his speed.
So it will be rather a while before the bogeyman can menace Miss Clipper.
Spinister does rather approve of Needlenose's logic, however.
OOC: Skippable.
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Post by Needlenose on Feb 11, 2009 22:40:37 GMT -5
Capture not required or preferred? thinks Needlenose, startled by Shockwave's response. Over the radio, this time sticking with lower power - it should reach both Misfire and Spinister, but not beyond - he observes, //You know, I ain't fond of the little scrap heaps myself, but it isn't just a matter of technology. There's also information. This guy could be from our future, folks, and given what was going on when I got yanked out of there? Yeah. I'm thinking we need to have a bit of a chat with the pink guy before we just dispose of him.//
//Besides, it's not like Shockwave said capture was forbidden, right? Riiiiiiight?//
As Needlenose finishes, he finally arrives on station, but he takes up a holding pattern well over Misfire's head. Needlenose reasons that as long as Misfire's shooting down, he should be relatively safe, although...
And then a shot ricochets off one of the cages and slings upwards, barely avoiding Needlenose's left wing.
//Gods! And here I thought Zigzag was bad!//
For his part, he's not opening fire on the Micromaster, yet, but he's certainly visible overhead, circling like a shark.
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Post by Misfire on Feb 11, 2009 23:59:31 GMT -5
//Well, at least he's speaking something I can understand now. Sounded like a bunch of gibberish before.// Just for giggles, Misfire transmits a few snippets of the odd language Clipper had been speaking. Needlenose gets around. He might recognize it.
He keeps making passes, keeps shooting, and the suddenly, he takes a rock to the nose.
"Ow! What the frag, your pistol's a toy, but you can chunk a blasted rock hard enough to dent? Slaggin' Micromaster discrepancy bull..." Misfire devolves into muttered curses, which continue until Needlenose is almost hit by a richocet.
//Sh- sorry, Needlenose. But... I really can't predict every richocet.// Misfire's tone makes it clear that he doesn't expect that to matter to the Mayhem.
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Post by Clipper on Feb 12, 2009 0:23:06 GMT -5
Definitely another jet, and it doesn't look too friendly, circling around up there. It's also not making any attempt to join in the shooting, lending credence to the idea that they're looking for a prisoner. That isn't good. Not good at all.
At least her rock scored. Actually seemed to at least irritate him a little bit. More than her pistol at any rate, so she switches that to her off hand and grabs another rock to hurl whenever Misfire swings close enough again.
Of course, the down side is that Misfire doesn't have to swing close enough for her to hit him, in order for his shots to keep her pinned down. Then again, watching those few shots ricochet upwards toward the second jet gives her an idea.
"Let's just hope that your aim is as lousy as they promised," she mutters, and looks for something suitably... deflective... nearby. That bunch of rocks look like they're at just about the right angle... She hopes. Might even get both of them if this works. If it doesn't get her killed instead!
"Guess they were right!" she yells, rising from her concealment. "You couldn't his the broad side of Micron with a Nova Scatterblast!"
She would flip a rude gesture at Misfire, but she isn't supposed to know any, and it would be just her luck for Holi to pop up right as she'd done so. Instead, she dashes for those rocks and ceramsteel she'd scoped out, hoping that this works - or that she at least doesn't take a back full of blasts for her cheekiness.
Holi will be so mad at her if she gets herself killed!
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Post by Needlenose on Feb 12, 2009 18:50:31 GMT -5
//Oh, that? That's Japanese. A lot of video games come from that country!//
Needlenose? Wait for translations? Pfft. As if.
//And of course you can't predict every ricochet! You can't even predict your aimed shots!//
Needlenose transforms and hovers in the air. Boy, but these antigravs are wonderful things! He holds Zigzag in one hand, Sunbeam in the other, and radios Misfire, //Prepare to cease fire and dampen light frequency <freq>. If he makes a run for it, I'll blind him. If not... our partners may have an easier time getting in the small spaces to go after him than we would.//
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Post by Misfire on Feb 13, 2009 8:50:01 GMT -5
Misfire grumbles, //I can predict that they won't hit.//
Except, apparently, when he's shooting point blank at a mini-Optimus Prime. Oh, irony, you are a bitch.
The laser fire in Gillian falls mainly on the Micromaster...
//Roger that.// Misfire answers Needlenose's order, stopping the assault and flipping up and over the Mayhem's position so as to be well out of Zigzag's firing line.
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Post by Clipper on Feb 13, 2009 13:55:35 GMT -5
Well, drat! How is she supposed to trick him into ricochetting shots up at himself and his unfriendly looking partner up there if he's going to finally stop shooting at her? Worse luck, his unfriendly friend looks to be a bit better armed with those two nasty looking guns it looks like he's holding, and she isn't willing to bet that he's as bad a shot as this Misfire mech.
// There is definitely a second jet. Grey and dark blue, with two very unpleasant looking guns, and that Misfire jet has stopped shooting, // she updates the Autobots coming to her rescue. // My pistol doesn't seem to be doing much, they're both out of range of another rock, and I am feeling a bit too exposed here. I'm going to look for better cover. // But if they would want to hurry it up a little, that would be just a-okay with her, too, her tone of voice is none too shy about implying.
She isn't certain exactly what that other guy up there is up to, but she certainly doesn't want to wait around here to find out! Not when she has at least a little breathing room to make a break for it and find better cover. A quick look around her little aborted pile of ricochet rocks and that's exactly what she does, scrambling over the debris to try and find something a bit more sturdy to hide under.
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