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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Jan 28, 2008 23:24:18 GMT -5
Bluestreak just contents himself with listening to the cop and gangster go back and forth. It's something to do while waiting for the Decepticons to show up.
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Post by Nightbeat-3 on Jan 28, 2008 23:27:26 GMT -5
Nightbeat grumbles. "Not my fault dey stole all the good lines, capiche? So don't be a wiseguy, eh?"
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Post by Pee-Dee-3 on Jan 30, 2008 12:49:18 GMT -5
"But it's fun." She smirks, then spins away to watch the furball to the south. But a city-street really isn't the best place to be watching an aerial dogfight.
She transforms and takes off down the road past Bluestreak. Her spikes dig into the metal, shredding it.
She turns at the end of the street and revs her engine powerfully. A canny viewer should be reminded of a motorcyclist about to do a jump with his vehicle. Each rev is carefully timed, until she hits the point when a rider would take his foot off the ground-
Then she jolts forward, charging directly for Nightbeat. In the flames and magnesium-bright flares, there's something menacing about the rusty-looking motorcycle with its bands of lurid red. The fact that she thinks it's fun to run down ground-pounder Decepticons and shred them with her wheels isn't just because being around Rodimus makes her crazier.
She swerves around him at the last moment, then uses an abandoned car as a ramp to jump onto the side of a building. Her wheel-spikes dig into the material, and her engine howls like a demon as she forces it to fight against gravity and push her up the wall. It's swift, painful going, and chips of building material rain down on the street below.
Near the top of the building, she just gives up and transforms, fingers and toes ramming into the building as she scrambles up onto the roof.
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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Jan 30, 2008 16:28:42 GMT -5
Bluestreak looks on appreciatively as Pee-Dee executes her stunt. Not for the first time he wishes he, too, had spikes on his wheels. He doesn't dare ask Perceptor to install them, however -- you never know what else Perceptor will feel like tinkering with while he has you strapped down to his table.
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Post by Nightbeat-3 on Jan 30, 2008 18:39:52 GMT -5
Much to his chagrin, Nightbeat flinches when Pee-Dee drives toward him.
"Watch where you're driving, ya crazy dame!"
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Post by Pee-Dee-3 on Feb 1, 2008 1:34:41 GMT -5
"I was!" Pee-Dee calls down to the men below. Then she turns her avid attention back to the battle in the sky.
"Looks like it's just Slingshot and Skyblast playing with a Seeker and the police-jet! No sign of the precog jetbitch!"
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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Feb 1, 2008 2:09:53 GMT -5
Seekers. Were Bluestreak human, he would spit in disgust at the name. He's shot down plenty of them in his time... and for all that it hasn't been enough. Only Skyfire's protection keeps him from tearing into Thundercracker like a fuel-thirsty Sharkticon whenever he sees the explorer's stupid pet...
He's bored again, and he occupies himself by finding a nearby vehicle and dismantling it by hand. Nothing like a little destruction, is there?
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Post by Nightbeat-3 on Feb 1, 2008 12:38:55 GMT -5
"Lousy flyboys," Nightbeat grumbles. "Why can't dey come down here and fight like real workin' mechs?"
He takes out his frustration on the nearest building, pumping it full of shots from his rifle, before using his antenna guns to do some more selective damage.
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Post by Jazz-3 on Feb 3, 2008 17:04:13 GMT -5
Sleek and silver, and very out of place, the Solstice takes a curve at top speed, and narrowly misses being scraped by falling masonry from one of the buildings that just got tanked.
"Watch it." The voice emits from the car with a tone that's as gravelly as the road under the pricey wheels. Jazz seems slightly cranky. But then the silver paint is usually not in danger of getting scuffed in the normal universe.
The Solstice does slow to avoid the other Autobots who may be in the road still, but continues to head through the burning town with a scan for back alleys, switchbacks, and escape routes.
Jazz ain't no dummy. Just well prepared. Most of the time.
No more words. Just a reving engine.
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Post by Pee-Dee-3 on Feb 3, 2008 20:37:41 GMT -5
Pee-Dee watches the aerial battle avidly, following the lines of light and flashes of jet-metal as they twist and cavort in the sky. Then Needlenose fires Sunbeam.
Nova-bright light pierces the Junkion's optics, and she shrieks. The ragged whirr of a saw weaves erratically in and out of her voice.
Her eyes! Fingers dig into her face, force their way through the metal of her face to grasp her optics, and with a violent yank, she pulls them clear out.
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Post by Nightbeat-3 on Feb 3, 2008 22:54:58 GMT -5
Nightbeat had been looking down and managed to avoid getting blinded, but he can't help but notice Pee-Dee's distress!
"Doll!" he cries out.
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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Feb 4, 2008 0:23:11 GMT -5
Bluestreak finally breaks his silence as the flash of Sunbeam fills the sky, and he shrieks in pain and flails, clawing at his face. It burns, it burns... the world is a blank slate, his optics refuse to relay information to his CPU...
He hears screams from Pee-Dee, and Nightbeat calling out to her. Slaggit, has the entire army gone blind now?
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Post by Jazz-3 on Feb 5, 2008 17:21:48 GMT -5
Tires scream, as the Solstice is forced to stop due to lack of visibility.
Jazz may not have been looking up, but the flash is a bit bright for sensors unused to bright light. The /concern/ that Nightbeat is showing for the Junkion is noted, and filed away for future reference. It doesn't take long for this Autobot to reboot visuals, however. If one cannot see, one cannot defend oneself to the fullest. And if one cannot defend oneself.... One could end up very dead.
Had it not been for Perceptor's timely intervention, as Jazz arrived, a single small slip-up would have ended with one small dead silver 'Bot. Not that it's as appreciated as one would expect. After all, it /was/ Perceptor who did the work.
Dark silver growls, pain and frustration almost radiating from the sleek form, and Jazz slips into a dark alley between burning buildings to finish recovering.
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Post by Pee-Dee-3 on Feb 5, 2008 21:50:47 GMT -5
Nightbeat's cry causes her to jerk around to face him, hand still clenched around her torn out optics. She 'looks' down towards him out of habit.
From below, the fires may light her and reveal the wires running from her fist to her eye-sockets. But it's the lack of tell-tale optic glow that speaks loudest of what she'd just gone and done to herself.
Her wrist tenses, and she yanks the last few wires free from their seat inside her cranium. Even to her, the sound of the optic-glass cracking under pressure is hard to hear over the roar of nearby flames.
"Nightbeat? Did it stop?"
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Post by Nightbeat-3 on Feb 5, 2008 22:49:35 GMT -5
Risky, but he does it anyway. Nightbeat might not stick his neck out often, but for his dollface foil, he's willing to give it a shot.
"Still plenty of fighting up there, doll, but it's safe to look."
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