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Post by Spinister on Mar 18, 2011 10:19:11 GMT -5
Spinister does not need to be set down. He was already standing! He moves behind the rest of the motley crew, taking cover.
Mirage downs the fourth Sharkticon in his red dead gunman rampage, and Farlane and Needlenose each take out two with their return fire. The hallway is, to all intents and purposes, clear. It would seem to be, perhaps, too easy.
In this moment of quiet, what will they do? Try to take out the top of the elevator and climb up that way? Or walk down the hallway? Something else, perhaps?
Spinister hasn't drawn a weapon yet. He just looks down the hallway thoughtfully.
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Post by Mirage on Mar 18, 2011 12:37:07 GMT -5
Mirage snarls out as he studies the now-clear hallway.
"I am very, very tired of cowards and their games."
The words are in whatever common language they use on Pz-Zazz, not in Cybertronian.
In Cybertronian however, he says to all three, //There will be more.//
He looks up at the elevator ceiling. He also looks for the camera and if he finds one (or more) will shoot them out.
//I dislike being herded.//
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Mar 19, 2011 19:30:52 GMT -5
“Well, wasn’t that jus’ a whole load a’ fun,” Farlane grumbles, lowering his gun but not his guard. His door segmented wings are are pressed back into a thin line and a his expression was decidedly grim.
//You n’ me both, buddy,// the pink car answers, glancing over to the spy and watching as he limped about shooting out the cameras. On a private line, he asks, //How you holdin’ up, ‘Rage?// And do you need help? was the unspoken question. That looked like a rather nasty limp.
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 19, 2011 19:54:45 GMT -5
"Well, for once we're in agreement!" Needlenose chirrups. He glances at Spinister - Spinister's watching the hall, so he can focus on the ceiling. He activates his anti-gravs and attempts to put his fist through the elevator roof. If he succeeds, then he grabs the edge and will then try to pull a wide hole open. While he's not as strong as he was when he was hopped up on Nucleon, he's still fairly strong. If he can't punch through an elevator roof... well, that tells them something, too.
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Post by Spinister on Mar 19, 2011 21:58:13 GMT -5
There are cameras. They are shot by Mirage. Of course, there might be more cameras that they haven't yet seen, mightn't there?
The elevator roof dents but doesn't break. Seems the elevator is reinforced, like a cattle car...
There is a very light hissing noise. Spinister listens for a moment, and then he stumbles out of the elevator, cane in hand. He says only one word, over the radio to all the Transformers there, //Gas.//
Can't they feel the air density change?
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Post by Mirage on Mar 20, 2011 14:19:07 GMT -5
Of course there are more cameras. Mirage was just making a point, after all.
The gas not releasing until after all the shooting stops is a bit telling, and makes the spy even more irked. Seems the four will be herded after all.
He quickly follows Spinister out of the elevator. Mirage is limping yes, hurt yes, but he still tries to grab Farlane's hand and tug the pink carbot after him and hopefully out of the gas's influence. As he does, Mirage answers Farlane's inquiry.
//Mirage. Please,// he corrects automatically, //I'll be fine, Farlane. I've been hurt worse.// And by the same group of people.
He looks from Needlenose to Spinister. //Suggestions?// Mirage is not a tactical expert, nor is he used to working in a group, after all.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Mar 21, 2011 19:26:14 GMT -5
“Oh, yippee,” Farlane mutters at the mention of gas, letting himself be dragged out by Mirage. //You’d better not be underplayin’ with me. Seriously bad time for that.// Honestly, he feels like he should be the one dragging Mirage about considering the noble’s current state of being.
Wonder what kind of gas that was? The melt-your-face-off kind of gas, the or the short-circuit-you, kind of gas? Or some other kind of gas? Dangerous gases had never been the pink car’s strong point. A lopsided frown forms on his face as he glances around, stepping gingerly over the Sharkticon’s fallen bodies. Pit but they sure were spiky fellas.
He’s not really sure what to do here. His normal solution to these kind of problems tended to involve sheer luck and running away screaming. Probably a good thing Mirage was asking the ‘cons.
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 21, 2011 21:10:28 GMT -5
Needlenose's optics widen in surprise as he fails to punch through the roof, but he's back on the floor and out the door moments after Spinister when the gas begins to fill the elevator. He moves to Spinister, attempts to offer him an arm to help the other move down the hall.
//Well, right now we're being herded down an obvious direction. Look for ways to head off in some non-obvious direction, I'd say,// Needlenose suggests.
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Post by Spinister on Mar 25, 2011 20:19:09 GMT -5
//Hmm,// Spinister says, helpfully.
He turns back and shoots one of the elevator doors with a standard-issue police sidearm. The shot bounces off.
//Hmm,// says Spinister.
Finally, he orders, //Everyone, back in the elevator. Needlenose, Headlights, Mirage, work on getting the doors closed. I have a bomb. Close the doors before I get back in, and I kill you sooner rather than later.//
Blowing up the whole hallway should offer them some interesting new escape routes.
The gas doesn't seem to be doing much yet, but Spinister feels tired. is it the long night, his disease, or...?
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Post by Mirage on Mar 26, 2011 18:38:05 GMT -5
Mirage gives an indelicate little snort of amusement and arches a brow at Farlane.
//Headlights? Seriously?//
Back on general he contradicts Spinister's orders, even as he tries to urge Farlane to follow them, pushing the pink mech back toward the elevator
//You're in no shape.// Mirage moves up nearer to Spinister, //Either let me detonate it or let me steady you when you do it.// He cuts his optics up at Needlenose. //One each on the elevator, one each out here. Cuts down on the possibility of less than honorable intentions.//
Mirage feels a slight drag on his senses, a slight slowing of his processors.
//They lobotomize people like us and sell them into slavery. They'll be looking to incapacitate, not to kill, I think.//
Mirage smiles. It is not a nice smile.
//Unlike us.//
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Mar 26, 2011 20:16:23 GMT -5
Get out, get in, okay fine. Farlane gets in. He takes a moment to close off his air intakes against the gas and routes power to the big coolers on his chest instead. Not exactly the thing’s original purpose, but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d used it this way. Looks like it was some kind of knock out gas though because he does feel just a bit tired from just the bit he’d cycled in.
//Hey, that used t’ be one a’ my names.// You’d better not be dissing it, Mirage. Otherwise you will get a very pouty Farlane very quickly. Well, when they weren’t busy trying not get killed. Or lobotomized or whatever.
He grabs one of the door panels, experimentally trying to pull it to see if it would budge. They didn’t of course. Nothing was ever that easy. The pink car grabs the panel more firmly, digging his pointy heels into the ground, tail skirts keeping him propped up as he start pulling more firmly. //Augh, these fraggers opened jus’ fine a moment ago!//
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 27, 2011 17:11:41 GMT -5
On the one hand, it's reasonable to want to avoid having any one situation where there's two on one side but only one on the other, and heck, this would keep Needlenose himself from being outnumbered.
On the other hand, that means leaving Spinister alone with Mirage, who is both dangerous and competent.
On the third hand1, Spinister himself is both dangerous and competent.
On the fourth hand2, Spinister is both ill and weak.
On the fifth hand3, now is really not the time to stand around debating, and that's what will happen if Needlenose objects.
The Targetmaster narrows his optics and levels an abnormally serious stare at Mirage. "Anything happens to him, and you're a dead mechanoid." Then he turns back towards the elevator, aims his weapon, and blasts the control panel next to it open. Needlenose is a good enough engineer that he manages to make short work of bypassing the lock and getting the thing open again. He looks at Farlane, then jerks his head in. "C'mon, inside." If Farlane enters, he will enter right behind the pink Autobot.
1 The one Needlenose considered purchasing from Swindle but never had built.
2 This one never even existed in theory.
3 This one is so far from ever having existed that to even consider it for too long is to risk opening a rupture in the space-time continuum, but Needlenose is from TF Marvel, so his home space-time continuum pretty much resembles swiss-cheese, anyway.
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Post by Spinister on Mar 27, 2011 19:03:20 GMT -5
Headlights is probably not Farlane's name.
Spinister quirks a brow at Mirage. It's an alternate mode bomb. His rotor blades may be shattered, but he can still transform. Spinister does so, his form filling the narrow corridor. He gently drops a fusion bomb into the floor and then transforms and makes a run for the elevator, feeling rather staggered.
Mirage wants to detonate the bomb? Have fun!
Meanwhile, Needlenose is adorable.
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Post by Mirage on Mar 27, 2011 20:15:53 GMT -5
Needlenose is very adorable, and Mirage nods in acknowledgment of the threat. Don't worry, pretty jetboy, your wounded hawk is safe with Mirage.
He tries to help Spinster as the Mayhem sprints for the elevator. Once Spinister is safely inside, Mirage raises his rifle to his shoulder.
"Shut the doors," he says to Needlenose.
In the last instant before the doors would close fully, Mirage fires. The bomb explodes, making for a brightly colored splash page which certainly runs the artists' markers out of ink. Perhaps there will be a genre-appropriate slight sticking of the door at that point, allowing the group to survey the destruction through a tiny crack.
Of course, that would be the first page of the next issue, for maximum drama.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Mar 29, 2011 19:49:12 GMT -5
Awww, cuuute. The jet was worried about his boyfriend!
… The jet was also a lot smarter than Farlane.
“Cool,” the pink car says, quickly stepping in and to the side once Needlenose opens the door before quickly stepping out of the way. He’s so, so glad for that cooler upgrade now because he’s pretty sure this gas was not supposed to be inhaled. Like, at all.
He starts when Spinister rushes in with them, door wings tensing. Mirage-
Oh, hey there he is! Farlane would smile but he’s rather promptly distracted by everything exploding.
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