Hellbender
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Post by Hellbender on Feb 8, 2011 14:27:52 GMT -5
Hellbender remembers his lessons from the sim room and retracts all his cutters behind their armored covers, covers his intakes, then charges forward. With a slithering rush, like some snaky freight train or metallic shoggoth, he tries to knock Jazz off his feet and pin him down. His body fills almost 2/3 of the width of the sewer main. Nightbeat is next on his list.
"What are you 'Bots doin' down here anyway?"
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 8, 2011 20:12:12 GMT -5
//Oh I feel great. I could do this all day,// Nightbeat transmits back to Jazz, pain obvious is his voice. He climbs to his feet and lets off a few more shots at Hellbender, hoping to hit a seam in the Decepticon's armor.
"We were just looking for you, Hellbender! Got a candygram for you!"
//If he doesn't transform he's going to clobber us. We need to make it so he can't fight in his alt-mode or everything we've got is just gonna bounce off his armor.//
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Feb 9, 2011 16:33:08 GMT -5
Jazz is knocked down and pinned with a yelp. His armor is now all scuffy and a good bit of it is partially collapsed due to Hellbender's big aft. Glass covers the ground of the area as his windscreens and windows shatter. His rifle goes clattering across the sewer floor, landing near Nightbeat.
//So what you're sayin' is we need to turn up the heat?// Jazz's voice is pained, but there's still that joking tone in it.
"We just thought that since you had so much fun torching that house that we'd return the favor!" Jazz turns his head away, and fires up his flamethrower.
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Hellbender
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Post by Hellbender on Feb 10, 2011 19:49:02 GMT -5
Hellbender was going to deploy his cutters and eviscerate the pinned Autobot, but Jazz's flamethrower changes his mind. He does not need a tongue of flame shot down his gullet, not at all. No cutters out, then.
He surges forward, trying to crush Jazz and his flamethrower underneath his belly--his heavy armor can take a bit of flame, though he isn't as fond of lava baths as the Constructicons. He surges forward, trying to knock Nightbeat down now.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 11, 2011 0:03:07 GMT -5
Nightbeat backs away firing, free hand clutching his injured midsection, occasionally sparing a glance over his shoulder to make sure he doesn't trip over anything.
His processor is racing furiously to try and think of a way to take down the armored Decepticon. Neither he nor Jazz seems to have a big enough blaster. Muzzle might be able to take him down from the inside, but more likely he'd be processed like a particularly gooey bit of ore. If worse comes to worst they can outrun him, but that's the coward's way ou-Is that a train coming Nightbeat hears? He could swear he heard a tell-tale rumbling coming down the tracks below them, entirely seperate from the much closer, hideous vermiform death-related rumbling Hellbender is making.
//Train coming. Think we can lead him back down there and get him run over?// Nightbeat transmits. Hellbender's charge scratches his paint and the detective stumbles backwards.
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Feb 13, 2011 18:33:14 GMT -5
Ow, ow, ow, Jazz is gonna be sore for days after this. Pained groans escape the saboteur, but he finally finds himself loose once Hellbender goes after Nightbeat.
//Sounds like a plan, man. Dangerous, but good. Don't think I can transform, though...// Jazz replies, stumbling a bit before trying to jog around the beast. //Any estimate on how long before it gets here?//
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Hellbender
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Post by Hellbender on Feb 18, 2011 19:55:39 GMT -5
Hellbender is aware of the train--he can feel what Nightbeat can hear, and knows he's not straddling the track right now, so it's not a problem... for him. The Autobots are between him and the tracks, the worm-former realizes. If he can just keep pushing them back, and keep them distracted dodging him.... heheheheh.
Hellbender surges forward again, trying to take advantage of Nightbeat's stumble to knock him flat like he did Jazz. He flips his tail at Jazz as the Autobot saboteur tries to get past--perhaps he can smash him against the wall or knock him off his feet again.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 18, 2011 20:10:02 GMT -5
//You want me to calculate the speed and distance of a moving body that I can just barely hear and fight Hellbender?// Nightbeat transmits sarcastically back to Jazz. He's smart, but he's no Perceptor. //How long have we been down here? I think this is the 3:15, but I don't know if we're even near a station . . .//
The detective was already dropping to the ground when Hellbender smashes into him. Instead of knocking him down, the blow sends him skidding backward, leaving a long furrow in the earthen floor of the tunnel, and a painful skid-mark on Nightbeat's already damaged back. He scuttles away from the giant Decepticon on his backside before righting himself and making a break for it.
//Can you run, at least? He's gonna flatten us if we don't get some distance.//
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Feb 20, 2011 9:03:18 GMT -5
Jazz tumbles past the tail, rolling and getting back up on his feet, heading past the big lug.
//Okay, fair 'nuff// Jazz can't help a faint chuckle. //Maybe if we can get him really mad, focused on us... Train gets a bit closer, I give 'im a bit of the old razzle-dazzle to blind him.//
Jazz gets ahead of Hellbender and Nightbeat, before turning around. He pulls out one of the shovels he grabbed off the truck earlier, and pitches it like a javelin at the worm. He whistles after it - "Hey, big ugly! You ain't done with me yet!"
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Post by Hellbender on Feb 22, 2011 23:03:02 GMT -5
The flung shovel bounces off Hellbender's armored nose with a loud CLANG.
"Well, damn. Ah'll just have to rectify that," Hellbender rumbles, swinging back towards Jazz.
Something in the back of his old flight tactical programming warns him that there's something familiar about the formation these two Autobots are setting up, but he disregards it. They're underground, in a confined space, not flying above Cybertron. It doesn't apply--and he needs to get rid of these inconvenient busybodies.
As he lunges at Jazz, Hellbender extends one of his cutters, trying to slice and mangle the nearest body part.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 23, 2011 19:44:38 GMT -5
Nightbeat has no idea what formation he and Jazz are setting up, but he's sort of hoping Hellbender will get hit by a train. He half-turns as he runs to snap off a shot at the wormformer.
The detective's joints ache as he puts on a burst of speed. He can see the hole leading back into the subway tunnel up ahead!
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Mar 1, 2011 21:37:15 GMT -5
Jazz tumbles to the side at the lunge, and is back up, running again. "Too slow!"
And too close for comfort!
After hoofing it up to the entrance, Jazz stops and turns around, his door-wings sliding (painfully) out from his back. Speakers fold out of the doors and face forward. After Nightbeat is safely on the other side with Jazz, he opens his radio - //I'd turn my audios down if I were you, and probably get a fair bit away. This'll probably torque big ugly off something fierce.//
A couple of seconds after that, Jazz's speakers blare to life, blasting heavy rock into the tunnel they just came from, while what functioning lights he has up front give Hellbender a full-spectrum blast that would not be allowed on TV for fear of triggering seizures.
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OOC: Posing of Nightbeat done with player permission.
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Hellbender
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Post by Hellbender on Mar 3, 2011 17:52:53 GMT -5
Jazz stops running; foolish of him. Hellbender lunges forward--
Brilliant, strobing, dazzling light, running up and down the frequencies in such a way as to defeat any normal filters, suddenly sears his optics into shutdown. At the same time, a hideous torrent of sound hits sensitive audials, audials that were just boosting their sensitivity to compensate for the sudden blindness.
Hellbender roars, incoherent with pain. He thrashes violently as his entire sensory array goes into shutdown, reboots, and shutdowns down in an infinite loop. His grinders deploy and he swings his head randomly, blind, blind, blind to anything and anyone in the way.
After he may or may not have hit anyone, his grinders bite into the wall and he tears into it, spraying chunks of concrete and gravel anywhere. He can't go down the open tunnel; Hellbender remembers the train is that way--he's got to tunnel out.
Too bad he can't tell which direction he's tunneling.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 5, 2011 14:22:49 GMT -5
Nightbeat retreats, slamming his hands over his audios as Jazz fills the tunnel with obnoxiously loud music and the accompanying light show.
//Siren- I mean, Jazz, you're a genius! Tunneling underground with no eyes, his audios must be even better than mine!//
The detective turns his audio sensors down to their lowests sensitivity, muting Jazz down to a dull roar before taking his hands away from the sides of his head and opening fire on Hellbender.
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Mar 8, 2011 18:31:50 GMT -5
//I do what I can, man!// Jazz smirks, keeping the sensory pain poured on. He moves back after a bit, since he's getting rather wary of those cutters and the thrashing - and he doesn't have a gun - it's still a level or so down from being knocked away.
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