Skyfire-3
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Professional Treasure Hunter and Pet Fancier
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Post by Skyfire-3 on Jan 28, 2008 0:21:17 GMT -5
"I'll make for downtown and see what's worth taking," Skyfire said loudly. This was a hint that he'd appreciate his comrades not deciding to nuke the central government district while he was in it, even if it was a hilarious idea. "I only want the good, portable stuff that'll sell off world, so nobody has to wait for me to clear warehouses, 'kay. Anybody wants to join me, just keep up. You'll get your share."
He gave Perceptor a significant glance. "I see any interesting tech stuff, I'll give you a call, Perceptor." Skyfire always made sure to give Perceptor a cut of stuff that interested him. The scientist helped him a lot with his pets--sure, he enjoyed solving problems with Skyfire's pets enough that he'd probably do it for free, but cutting corners with your vital support guys was a bad idea.
"TC! Follow!" Skyfire commanded his pet jet1, then transformed and rose into the sky.
And out of the thread
---- 1 Skyfire-3 uses his pets' names, or a diminutive nickname. They do need to know which one of them is being commanded, after all, and it's too much bother to make up new names for them.
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Post by Thundercracker-3 on Jan 28, 2008 9:15:53 GMT -5
A close observer might see Thundercracker flinch just the slightest bit when Perceptor steps through the portal. He takes one step closer to Skyfire, away from the scientist. He has no desire to be abandoned to Perceptor's tender mercies again...
The thought of escape or disobedience doesn't even cross his CPU when Skyfire barks his command. After all, where would he go? The Autobots would just use him for cruel entertainment, and even if he evaded them, what then? Seek sanctuary on an abandoned planet? It's a laughable thought.
Without a word he transforms and follows Skyfire.
OOC: Out of thread
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Jan 28, 2008 11:27:09 GMT -5
The Prime grins wide as he watches the glorious destruction being wrought by his troops. So beautifully eager, all of them.
He considers recent events, and shakes his head. If only he'd have known how... dedicated the honest little constable had been to the Emirate, he'd have not been quite so eager to finish off the golden robot. Such lovely potential for rage in Swerve. To have kept Xaaron there to keep Swerve there, stoke those little flames of temper into a full-fledged conflagration... and every time Swerve looked at Emirate Xaaron, he'd know exactly who was responsible.
Prime sighs a bit wistfully. Would have, could have, didn't. But perhaps it might yet be. And in the meantime, there are other things to occupy the Prime's time. He summons his trailer in "battle station" mode. It may not be as... visually impressive as Scourge's little set up, but it certainly packs a fair punch. Rodimus picks a distant building. The weapon, on its own, swivels in the direction he is looking, then lets loose it's powerful energy beam.
Let the fires rise, and see what moths may be drawn.
OOC: Oh my! The thread is empty!
I'll keep this open awhile longer for other new arrivals, then wander elsewhere.
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Slingshot-3
Cadet
"Why give a weapon a tongue?" "To hear it exult at fulfilling its purpose."
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Post by Slingshot-3 on Jan 28, 2008 12:01:14 GMT -5
Not quite empty yet...
If Slingshot has any thoughts on Thundercracker, he's never given them voice. Not that he gives many things voice; if it weren't for his howls when one of the heavy-hitters think he needs to be put back in line, one might suspect the Aerialbot was mute.
The voiceless thoughts about Thundercracker combine contempt with death-lust: the Seeker ought to be snuffed out in body to match his already extinguished soul.
Deep inside, though, Slingshot fears the secret day when Rodimus Prime decides he's no longer a fun toy and lets Skyfire have the Aerialbot.
The Harrier transforms and takes off after Skyblast. Skyblast will protect him in this pit of the Inferno, and then Slingshot will repay him by taking the little jet back with him to know his brothers.
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Now it is! Slingshot's out.
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Post by Needlenose on Jan 28, 2008 18:51:38 GMT -5
Needlenose is on patrol. This isn't too unusual, because for all that he's a Mayhem, he's also a jet, and when there's a limited number of jets, they all pull patrol from time to time.
Needlenose is on patrol with Duskwing. This is, Needlenose hopes, something that will prove to be very unusual. The only reason he has the task now is that it's part of his punishment for the things he missed during interviews. As if public humiliation wasn't enough!
Oh, but don't worry. He'll get Spinister back. He intends to spend the next few weeks on his revenge... gently stroking Spinister's hands, caressing his rotors, and just when the helicopter is all worked up? Bam! Needlenose will suddenly develop a headache and have to go into defrag.
Because seriously, having to endure conversation with Duskwing has, so far this night, proven to be about a thousand times worse than anything Needlenose has earned as punishment. At least in Needlenose's opinion.
Right now, Needlenose is steadily trying to pretend that he's on patrol by himself. He has music, Terran music, turned up very loud, and he's drifting back and forth in the sky-lanes while it plays (though not so close to Duskwing as to risk a collision). He's also singing along with it, at the top of his voice.
"Headin' into twilight... spreadin' out her wings tonight... she got you jumpin' off the track... and shovin' into overdrive... highway to the Danger Zone! I'll take you right into the Danger Zone!"1
"Hey! Hey!" shouts Zigzag from his position in the back seat of the cockpit. "Will you shut up?! Why are we listening to this animal music, anyway?!"
"Dude! If we gotta listen to Earth music," Sunbeam says 'Earth' as though it were something unpleasant that someone else coughed up, "why don't we do, erm, you know. Guys. Erm. Beach Bums."
"Beach Boys, and no," Needlenose interrupts his singing. "Those guys are yesterday's news. Way uncool." And with that, he gets back to singing.
The glow of the city under siege is just now on the horizon, and partially blocked by the intervening hills, but at the speeds jets travel, it should be clearly visible any moment now...
1 "Danger Zone" by Kenny Loggins, from the Top Gun soundtrack.
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Jan 28, 2008 18:58:08 GMT -5
// Hey, Needlenose! Somethin's on fire over dat way. // Duskwing waggles his wings and peels off, heading for the glow on the horizon.
// Isn't there a city over dere? I kinda remember flyin' over one somewhere 'round here. //
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Jan 28, 2008 20:10:34 GMT -5
Rodimus pauses in his firing. Several buildings have fallen. A few more are in flames. But still, this isn't near as satisfying as he had hoped.
Of course, he had hoped for an inhabited world.
He briefly considers punishing Perceptor for failing him, then puts the thought aside. So they had found themselves yet another abandoned planet in yet another galaxy. But this one has no protectors, no interference, and is ripe to be plundered. Even given the orgy of destruction in progress, there will be plenty left to plunder, plenty of materials with which to build ships.
And, of course, their fires might yet flush out quarry. Not locals, perhaps, but who knows?
He doesn't yet see the approaching Decepticons, but jets do travel fast...
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Post by Needlenose on Jan 28, 2008 20:16:01 GMT -5
"Right into... the Dan- hey! Where're you going?" And then he remembers the speed they're traveling at, and the other's radio'd comments catch up with his processor.
//Hmmm, you're right,// he notes, switching rather quickly into something professional. //Could be plant life on the edges, could be one of their machines gone haywire. Either way, it counts as 'out of the ordinary.'// The Targetmaster roars after the other jet. //We'd better check this out.//
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Jan 28, 2008 21:36:56 GMT -5
Duskwing opens his throttle to a distance-devouring supercruise. No need to loiter along in a fuel-conserving slow cruise now--there's something to check out! As he speeds ever closer, the lurid orange of fire-lit billowing smoke glows above the city as the white flashes of explosions and the yellow-orange of burning buildings dot the dark metropolis.
By the book--because anything else requires thought, and thought is Duskwing's weak point--Duskwing flies high and very fast above the city. Now he's just observing; if this were an attack pass, the book says to come in on the deck and use buildings to thwart radar and visual targetting and to ensure the element of surprise.
By the book, you don't do observation at low-level; too easy to get ambushed by Autobots in narrow canyons or from concealed tunnel mouths. You find the targets first, from out of their weapon range.
Then you come back and kill them.
// Needlenose! I make multiple explosions and fires... incendiaries in the north quadrant! Someone's attacking the city, boss! //
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Jan 28, 2008 22:26:16 GMT -5
Before even the Decepticons arrive, Rodimus Prime trains his optics in their direction. He's had advanced warning of their arrival, after all. A faint, unpleasant smile plays across his lips as he waits for them to come in view. The cannon mounted to his trailor swivels, and he draws his photon elimantor from subspace, raises it, and takes aim with that as well.
It's night time, and that interferres with his vision. But he can hear the jets. The Prime prepares to fire, then stops. Too high. In these conditions, when they are going this speed and are this high up, even he isn't likely to hit. Shots fired would serve as nothing more than warning shots.
And Rodimus Prime doesn't do warning shots.
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Post by Needlenose on Jan 28, 2008 23:16:17 GMT -5
//What the-?!// exclaims Needlenose. He's a comic book character. They say, 'What the-?!' a lot.
He stays high for now, staying on the outskirts of the city, as Duskwing has already gone through.
//Who the blazes would be attacking the city?//
"Besides us?" asks Zigzag.
//Well, I mean-// Needlenose answers the little man that Duskwing can't hear. He radios home with something, then gets an answer. //Spinister doesn't know of any of ours who would be out here. We'd better check this out.//
Maybe there will be something to kill? It's been far too long since Needlenose has had a proper kill.
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Duskwing
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"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Jan 29, 2008 16:28:57 GMT -5
Duskwing can just make out Transformer-sized forms cavorting amid the flames below. There's muzzle-flashes, and fire blossoms in the night.
// Boss, looks like robots. Can't see if they're Transformers for sure. Don't ask me which fac--fa-- side they are, either. //
Something catches his attention about the flashes to the south. // BOSS! Those are air-launched rockets south of us! They got aircraft! //
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Jan 29, 2008 17:21:18 GMT -5
Rodimus raises his photon elimantor to a more restful position. His trailer-canon remains trained at the sky, and he grows impatient. And just where are Skyblast and Slingshot?
He snaps off a command over the radio, and returns to watching the skies.
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Post by Needlenose on Jan 29, 2008 17:27:10 GMT -5
//Just reported,// Needlenose replies. //I'm going to go in for a closer look. Can't see any blasted thing in the dar-//
He cuts himself off. //Just got orders. Get a gauge on the numbers and strength, and get out. I'm reporting to Lords Starscream and Shockwave.//
With that, he dives a bit lower, though he still maintains a fairly safe altitude, and heads over the city to make a pass of his own.
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Slingshot-3
Cadet
"Why give a weapon a tongue?" "To hear it exult at fulfilling its purpose."
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Post by Slingshot-3 on Jan 29, 2008 19:44:43 GMT -5
The Decepticon jets are up high, so Slingshot climbs to meet them. Unfortunately, they're also a pair of the myriad flock of blue jets. Against the smoky sky, it's hard to pick them out by sight. Where as he is a lovely, lovely white.
- There! A silver jet with a blue nose making a pass over the city. Ah, hell, Needlenose. Meant he had a partner, and Slingshot didn't hear a whirlybird out there. Not that not hearing Spinister didn't mean he wouldn't take you right in the six.
He hoped the artsy little cop wouldn't try to fry his optics again. Respecting life or no, losing sight at fifteen hundred feet could turn nasty fast.
He'd better turn nasty faster.
His mortars roared to life.
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