Misfire
Minor
The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
Improving. Honest!
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Post by Misfire on Feb 24, 2009 11:36:58 GMT -5
Misfire takes the shots from Override through the other wing, making him wobble in the air. At least he's starting to get his balance and sense of direction back.
//You have a point.// he replies to Needlenose. //You've got the both Tracks and that other carformer focusing your way.//
He follows Override, firing down at both her and Tracks. Misfire's still a bit shaky though. Who knows, it might improve his aim.
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Post by Mirage on Feb 24, 2009 11:49:20 GMT -5
Mirage takes several hits from that strafing run, as he ducks and weaves closer to Clipper's position. //She's at <coordinates> down a...son of a-!//
//She fell into one of the narrower sewer tunnels, likely a drainage line. That blast blocked this access. Clipper, are you all right down there?// Mirage adds a request on the Autobot band, this one at full power. //Did anyone map out the drainage tunnels beneath the zoo?//
He fires off a couple of darts at Needlenose, one much more sure of themselves than before. When all is done, the Targetmaster may realize that Mirage shouldn't' have missed earlier. Somehow, Mirage doubts that will curb the jet's anger, however.
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Post by Clipper on Feb 24, 2009 15:42:44 GMT -5
Down in the darkness, under the battle that is still jolting on overhead like a lumbering train full of fits and starts, Clipper is trying to work her caught foot free of the rubble which has trapped it, thankful for Holi's calm assistance over the radio. She is, however, not... quite... alone. Almost drowned out by the clatter of weapons' fire overhead, there is a faint, metallic skitter-slither in the darkness, and something flicks against her trapped leg. That's all the warning she has before she finds herself engulfed in metallic coils as thick as her arm, with hundreds of tiny legs crawling all over her. Clipper lets out a muffled shriek of surprise and fear as she beats at the coils encircling her, fumbling for where she'd tucked her pistol. If her foot were not still trapped, she would be kicking out, trying to scramble away, and to heck with what the state of the tunnel is in; falling into another fissure or crack or hole has to be better than those legs, all those hundreds of clicking little legs skittering all over her body! Any second now, it will start squeezing the life from her so that it can gobble her up! She's trapped in the darkness with some ravenous beast that's got her almost completely engulfed in dozens of feet of metal coils, and she can't even reach the pistol she'd told Holi she still had to defend herself! She's going to be something's lunch, she knows it, and Holi will never forgive her for getting herself eaten, and those brave Cybertrons above her are getting themselves hurt for nothing and, and, and-- It's not squeezing her. It's not biting her, either. Nor is it trying to pry her hands off, or into her seams, or... or anything. It's just... coiled around her, vibrating gently with an odd, low, rumbling hum emanating from its whole length. Is it... purring? Clipper goes very still, waiting, her fuel pump in her throat, certain that it's just a trick, and as soon as she stop fighting it, that it will seize the opportunity to gobble her up, whatever it is. Only... it doesn't. All it does, this curious, segmented metallic creature, is continue it's little rumbling purr, adding an inquisitive trill, as it settles its whole length against her whole frame. Its whole cold length. // I... I wasn't hit by the explosion, no, // she finally, finally answers, a bit shaken as she tentatively strokes a hand down one coil around her midsection. She is rewarded with another trill, and.. a snuggle? // My foot is caught in part of the collapse... and... and I have company... I... I think it's friendly. // Or it's just trying to warm up before it eats her, maybe. Something shifts down near her trapped foot, and she can feel the creature snuffling around the rock by her ankle for a moment before there is a rather frightening sound of crunching, and the whir of cutting blades. Clipper is sucking in a ventilation to scream with, when her foot suddenly pops free of the rubble holding it, and a couple seconds later, that scary whirring sound winds down. Clipper hasn't the faintest idea what this creature is, but it appears to have just cut her free. She shifts, pushing away from the rubble wall, toward the still faint and indistinct light behind her. // I'm not stuck, anymore... and... and I really think this, umm... whatever... is friendly. It cut me out of the rubble, // she adds to everyone up above. She pats it awkwardly, and is rewarded with another little trill of sound and an increase in the amplitude of hat little rumble sound. "If anyone can hear me," she shouts as loud as she can, "I'm down here!" Hopefully that will help them track her down, because she isn't sure she can make her way to that maybe-hole behind her. At least not at any rate of speed that would help anyone out.
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Post by Spinister on Feb 24, 2009 21:52:50 GMT -5
Elsewhere, there is a sickening snapping sound as one of Spinister's helicopter blade breaks at the root, crashes into his other blades, breaks them, and sending him spiralling into the desert floor.
Remember him having trouble catching up with the jets? Remember that Spinister has weak rotor blades?
Yeah, pushing his engine to try to help his fellow Decepticons is just not a good idea. The lone wolf thing works way better.
Ow.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Post by Needlenose on Feb 24, 2009 22:55:36 GMT -5
The blacklight blinds Needlenose, leaving him unable to avoid the darts from Mirage, and between the two, he crashes shortly after. He transforms, switching optical sensors, and tries to shake the business off.
//Misfire, it's up to you if you want to expend more resources on this business, but honestly? That Micromaster's probably dead, anyway. I got those tunnels pretty good.//
//Besides, I've got to go find Spinister.//
With that, he takes to the air, although the jet is just petty enough to fire one more blast at the ground itself before running away.
OOC: Will leave thread if not stopped.
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Override
Minor
The Chancellor, Her Noble Potency, Empress Override. The Glorious Victor over Everyone Else On the Track
Shut up and drive
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Post by Override on Feb 25, 2009 0:05:57 GMT -5
//Bullet-rain's on me again!// Override reports to the others as she swerves back and forth, trying to get away from Misfire's attack and not completely succeeding. She heads towards the general co-ordinates of Clipper's bolt-hole, but doesn't make it before Needlenose sends one last petty blast that way. She gasps, transforms, and tries to jump in the way of the blast, to keep it from doing more damage...
...and is knocked off-line as her systems are overloaded.
OOC: Skippable.
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Tracks
Cadet
Can't match this
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Post by Tracks on Feb 26, 2009 1:16:11 GMT -5
//Override! Are you alright? Overr--//
Tracks's transmission cuts off as Misfire's shots pepper around his form. A few shots burst through his windshield, sending sparks flying as they slam into his dashboard. Another few miss his body completely, but punch holes through his wings instead. So Tracks spirals to the ground, smoke pluming from his interior as he makes a somewhat controlled crash-landing to the ground. He transforms a few moments later, body utterly still as he tries to make sense of what's going on through the flashing and beeping haze of system alerts.
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Misfire
Minor
The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
Improving. Honest!
Posts: 449
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Post by Misfire on Feb 26, 2009 11:06:10 GMT -5
Misfire inwardly gives a sigh of relief. He couldn't retreat before Needlenose did, not without consequences. It is not that the interceptor jet is frightened; he simply doubts the Micromaster is worth all this trouble.
//I didn't lose anything around here.// Misfire snorts. //I'm on your tail.//
He may or may not trail after the Mayhem all the way to his rendezvous with Spinister. Either way, Misfire is out of thread.
Gone
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Post by Mirage on Feb 26, 2009 11:16:22 GMT -5
Mirage gets the download from Synapse- bless that minibot's curious little head- and begins angling away from the collapsed hole. If all's relatively unchanged, there should be another entrance not that far off.
At least they're being left alone.
//Tracks! I'm heading toward <coordinates>. Can you check on Override, then meet me there?//
Mirage doesn't bother activating his cloak again. No point at the moment in wasting the energy.
//Clipper, there should be another accessible opening not that far from you. Straight, first left, almost immediate right, straight, access ladder on your left. Can you walk it?//
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Post by Clipper on Feb 27, 2009 19:18:07 GMT -5
It's getting quieter overhead - well, except for that last big blast. The rest of the gunfire seems to be tapering off and getting more distant. Are the Destrons leaving?
Check on Override? Clipper is stricken, wondering how many of her rescuers were hurt trying to help her. And how badly, too.
// I can try, // she replies to Mirage. // Give me a minute to see if I can convince my... errr... friend... to give me some walking space. //
"okay, um... creature. I have to stand up now. Can you let me stand up now? Please?" she asks cheerfully, trying to push the leggy, snakey thing away.
It resists her attempts to dislodge it, trilling unhappily, and curling around her more securely. Clipper heaves a sigh and tries to lever herself upright, anyway.
It isn't graceful, and it isn't pretty, but she makes it, the creature swarming around her to settle into a more comfortable position, primarily encircling her torso and shoulders. Still, it's a rather ungainly waddle rather than a swifter walk that brings her to that hazy shaft of light where Mirage had directed her.
"Made it!" she calls upwards. Now... is there a ladder or something?
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Tracks
Cadet
Can't match this
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Post by Tracks on Mar 3, 2009 0:35:41 GMT -5
Tracks drags himself onto his feet and moves towards Override, one resolute step at a time. //Already onto it, Mirage.//
He kneels down as he reaches Override's side and puts out a hand to try and rest it on the racer's shoulder. "She looks like she caught in some of that parting blast from Needlenose. She's offline." He calls over to Mirage. There is definitely a note of worry in Tracks's voice. His attention is back on the female racer. "Override? Override?"
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Post by Mirage on Mar 4, 2009 10:55:38 GMT -5
At Tracks' call, Mirage mutters a curse. "Keep me appraised. I'm going to see if I can't fetch our little miss from the deep dark."
Mirage finally makes his way to the exit to which he had directed Clipper. It's still capped off. He makes quick work of the locks and opens up the hatch, letting some light into the shaft.
Hopefully, she can make it up that ladder herself, because no way in hell is he going to fit down there to fetch her. Oh, is that a flash of pink in the light?
"Clipper? Can you manage the ladder? We're all too large for this access point.
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Post by Clipper on Mar 4, 2009 22:05:40 GMT -5
Light! A great blurry wash of it that sends her rebooting optical processors into a whir as she looks blearily upwards.
"I think so," she calls up, feeling for the rungs at a likely looking blur. Ah, and there's a rung! And they even feel like they're spaced out just right for someone her size! Now, if she can convince her wormy friend to shift around a bit so that she can bend in all the right places...
"Come on, uh... Squirmy..." she cajoles, trying to push the encircling coils up and shift them away from her shoulders so that she can climb. The creature rumbles unhappily, but allows some shifting about, though it clings stubbornly to her middle and tucks what feels like a head under her chin.
"I suppose that's going to have to do," she sighs, and manages to pull herself up onto the first few rungs. It's not easy lugging the creature with her, but trying to pry it off of her doesn't sound very easy, either.
How is she ever going to transform with Squirmy clinging to her like this? Oh dear. Well, one problem at a time. Fortunately, her optical sensors resolve into a little more clarity with every slow step she manages to climb up the ladder. Hopefully they will be back to 100% by the time she reaches the surface.
"Is everyone all right?" she calls up toward Mirage, still worried.
Above, that flash of pink should be resolving itself into a Micromaster with a dark silver, snake-like, millipede-esque hitch-hiker about now.
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Override
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The Chancellor, Her Noble Potency, Empress Override. The Glorious Victor over Everyone Else On the Track
Shut up and drive
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Post by Override on Mar 4, 2009 22:14:41 GMT -5
Override is still out for the count - Needlenose's blasts work by overloading the system, not simply halting electron flow. However, her self-repair systems are working, and she should be rebooting shortly.
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Tracks
Cadet
Can't match this
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Post by Tracks on Mar 8, 2009 11:53:30 GMT -5
"Will do, Mirage."
Tracks looks back down at Override, concern etched in his face. He doesn't know how Needlenose's weapon works, but what he does know is that Override doesn't look dead--the colors are all wrong for that. All he can do is hope that she'll reboot without any problems. If not, they'll have to take her to someone more knowledgeable about repairs.
"How does the little miss look?"
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