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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Feb 12, 2011 20:48:55 GMT -5
Misfire wasn’t as heavy as Skystrike thought he’d be. To be honest, she’d been expecting to drag his unconscious body out of a battle a lot earlier than this, but the jet without aim seemed to have had luck on his side. Until now.
Skystrike herself was a bit scuffed from a battled, scorch marks here and there and the tip of a wing blown off. She’d stumbled upon her teammate’s unconscious body few minutes ago and was now going through the process of dragging the poor slagger off to a safer place. The outer hull for the time being in this case. Keeping her guard up, Skystrike warily makes her way through the halls, free gun arm lifted and powered up. It would rather annoying if an Autobot were to attack right now, but there was nothing to do about that besides being careful.
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 12, 2011 20:54:33 GMT -5
Something shambles along the corridor just around the corner. The metallic clang of a footstep, followed by the low shriek of metal being dragged over metal, then the footstep again, then the dragging shriek, repeated over and over in a slow rhythm. Sometimes there's an extra thump and a soft scritching against the wall.
Then there's silence.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Feb 12, 2011 21:21:55 GMT -5
Skystrike freezes at the sounds, pressing a shoulder against the wall and flattening herself against it. She keeps the rest of her sensors focused behind her and tunes up her audios, trying to figure just who- or what was making those sounds.
And why they suddenly stopped.
An injured Autobot, perhaps? Or another member of their team in the same state? Slowly, as quietly as possible, she sets Misfire’s body down before stepping away and turning her antigravs on to dampen the sound of her footsteps.
//Who’s there?// She tries over the ‘Con short wave, partially in warning, while edging along the wall to peer around the corner, guns powered up.
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 12, 2011 21:35:27 GMT -5
There's a burst of static over the low-power band. // Me. //
Closest to the corner is the muzzle of an arm-laser pointed at whatever comes around the corner. A purple arm-gun. It's connected to a frightfully wrecked dark blue and purple Seeker--you can tell he's a Seeker because of the one uncrushed wing. The one with the hole stabbed through it and the big cut to the edge. A black-cowled helm with one red optic glittering angrily watches the corner--the other optics is smashed and dark, caved in like the whole rest of the left side of Duskwing's face. His entire left side is a bent, twisted mass of wreckage, and all his joints and metal skin are warped and bent to some degree. He's been in a crash, a bad one, the kind you have when you auger in at full speed.
He's holding himself up with the pressure of his one not-so-bad leg pushing him against the wall; right now his good arm and its gun are pointed at Skystrike as she peers around the corner. Except for the angry red blaze in his good optic, Duskwing is giving a credible impression of a Kalis zombie.
"Oh, is you. Good. Not sure I got enough charge for any more of the slaggers."
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Feb 12, 2011 22:47:33 GMT -5
"What in the slag happened to you?" She glances warily around, not particularly wanting any Autobots to hear them. Certainly not now that she had two injured to haul around. Stepping away from the corner, Skystrike lowers her gun and scowls at the injuries on the other jet. Slagging pit but the other seeker sure had managed to get himself messed up something good. What the pit had he gone up against?
"I have Misfire to carry too." Skystrike really, really hoped she wouldn't have to end up carrying both of them, but it was amazing that Duskwing was still even online at this point. They needed to get out of the ship and slow shuffling wasn't going to cut it. Skystrike still needed to go assist with other battles once these two were safe.
Glancing around, the berkut's scowl deepens and she retreats briefly to retrieve Misfire's prone form. "You'll have to hold him." She says putting the magenta flier down next to Duskwing before unsubspacing her pipe-cutter and getting to work, cutting out a rough rectangle of metal. That done, she wrenches it away from the rest of the wall and unsubspace some cables.
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 13, 2011 10:46:11 GMT -5
Duskwing lowers his arm-gun and gives Skystrike a sulky glare. "Somebody closed the blast doors when I was movin," he mutters. Flying into obstacles is a rookie screw-up. Duskwing isn't a rookie, therefore it didn't happen and if it did, it's someone else's fault.
"Dat blue fragger Prime can fight," he adds grudgingly. "Did for my arm and cut my wings up."
"Had dat red tech Bot down and whining." Duskwing frowns. "I don't think he's the same one as messed me all up inside back on Gil 3. Dat one didn't whine, and used poison darts. Dis one whined and had a pistol like the Deadster's rifle." Look, Perceptor! Duskwing has figured out you're not Perceptor-3. Now he just wants to kill you because you're an Autobot.
"Den I met one of dose guys from 'Cade's verse, only dis one was a Bot jet. He tricked me into flyin' into the door what was closed when I wasn't looking, see? Fragger tried to ambush me, too; figured I was too dumb to know he'd be waitin'. Fixed him with a couple bombs, but wasn't good enough. so he tricked me. I had him runnin' scared, see? Only I tricked him back. Fragger thought I was offline, got close, and I dumped my laser into his guts." The non-torn half of Duskwing's face twists into a smirk; what the torn half does is indescribable. "Now he's fragged."
"Oh, hey, you found Misfire. I was lookin' for him. Fraggin' jet said he got Misfire." When it finally registers that Skystrike told him to hold Misfire, Duskwing stares at her blankly, looking even more like a zombie than before.
"How? Can't walk if I let go of the wall. If I let go of the wall, and youse carry me, I gotta use my arm to keep from losing my other arm. Hook is gonna be so mad at me; I gotta at least keep all the parts for him to fix."
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Feb 13, 2011 12:39:52 GMT -5
Blast doors closed when he was moving or tricked by an Autobot to fly into a blast door after chasing the Autobot. A bit contradictory, but Skystrike chooses not to comment on that. He got shot by Autobots, shot a few Autobots back and flew into a blast door. That was really all Skystrike needed to know, but she does listen as he rants about annoying Autobots anyways, if only out of mild sympathy.
“We’re not walking. Will still have to carry both of you though,” she says simply as she finishes quickly cutting holes into the sheet metal and moves to fold two longer sides down to make rails and one short side of the piece up into a foothold. After that, the blue seeker quickly pulls the cables through the holes, tying a few together. The final result was a rather ugly seeker sized sled of sorts.
That done with, Skystrike looks up at Duskwing, eying his damaged arm contemplatively for a moment. “I’ll keep your arm,” a shrug and the saw blade switching briefly on to make her point before she gestures at the sled with it. “Lie down on this,” the blue flier adds, standing up to help the other seeker.
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 13, 2011 21:54:31 GMT -5
Duskwing watches, puzzled, while Skystrike makes her sled. "Huh. That's neat."
He bristles reflexively. "You is not keeping my arm! Dat's my arm, and you ain't gonna scavenge it!"
He clutches the maimed, mostly-severed arm tightly with his good arm, but lets Skystrike help him onto the sled, or at least guide him into falling in the right place. "I owe dat tricksy fragger a cluster bomb up his exhaust for dis. I shot him up good, though. Maybe permanent. An' didn't find that Springer, neither. I owe him a hole through da head. Where you gonna put Misfire?"
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Feb 14, 2011 18:14:45 GMT -5
“Then you pull it off and keep it subspace yourself. You’re going to lose it if you don’t.” This is Skystrike giving a damn. She starts securing the other seeker to the sled with the cables around his legs, waist and chest. If Duskwing allows that to be done, she moves over to pick up Misfire and pauses for a bit, trying to figure out the most stable position she could put him in.
“He’s going on top of you,” she answers simply. Isn’t this the second time Skystrike is tying people together in awkward poses?
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 15, 2011 8:24:29 GMT -5
"Why can't you just tie it on with me? I ain't got dat much subspace," Duskwing says querulously. (He whines, actually). He pulls the arm loose from the twisted metal and lays it across his chest, below the bomb launchers.
"Fine. Don't cover my good arm wit' Misfire, 'cause I might gotta shoot someone." Duskwing does not like being helpless. Skystrike seems to be helpful enough, but she might get tempted by the trove of spare parts she's dragging away. Where is she dragging them away to? If it's the scrapyard, well, his gun is recharging.
---- Permission granted to tie Misfire on top of Duskwing in whatever ludicrous pose Skystrike comes up with. Wasn't it Dead End last time?
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Feb 15, 2011 20:10:10 GMT -5
“... The frag do you keep in your subspace.” Bemused doesn’t begin to describe her tone of voice. Then she decides she really, really didn’t care and sets Misfire down on top of the purple seeker, back first, just to concentrate on something other than his answer. Probably for the better considering just who’s stuff the other seeker had looted.
Kneeling down, she shifts Misfire into a more stable position atop Duskwing, which mostly just meant wedging any stray limbs into any available gap or groove and tying them down. It was probably a bit uncomfortable, but Skystrike was aiming more for speed here.
OOC: Dead End and Starfighter if I remember correctly. XD Fun times.
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 17, 2011 8:51:46 GMT -5
"Mostly ammo an' it ain't dat much. I ain't one of those fancy elite mod Seekers like Screamer. Just standard build," Duskwing grumbles. Great, Skystrike must be an elite model or she'd know that. Just when he's gotten to thinking of her as a regular grunt. He stashed his loot in the F-15's somewhat crushed cargo compartment; fortunately it was all small pieces.
Thinking about his loot, he considers selling Farlane's widgets to Swindle, though maybe he'll keep the scariest-looking one as a wall trophy, like Springer's rifle and the funky sword he looted.
"Ow! Take it easy, will ya? Dis actually hurts, see? Even if it don't look like much."
---- Are we going to run into trouble, or are we heading for a wrap? Or will Assault and Brawl join us?
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Post by Riot on Feb 19, 2011 8:13:52 GMT -5
Nope, trouble it is, hope you don’t mind if I crash your little party.
One little, two little, three little seekers…in a metaphorical tunnel – not good. The tunnel does have a light at the end - good. The light is the oncoming train – not good. The Train is an Autobot, covered in spikes and walking around the corner – oh slag.
Riot finally come into view of the owners of the drag marks, sure he’s built to follow tracks, not this sort though they are easy enough to follow. Its time to be Badaft.
“What a horrible colour mismatch, lets see if Scorched can add a unifying theme”. Riot is a train; trains carry big things, and the lightning gun called Kremzeek he pulls from subspace falls into this category. Massive right hand on the rear handle, massive left hand on the top handle, he levels the weapon in the general area of Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Out Cold, squeezes the trigger and doesn’t let up.
“Let there be light”, with an audible crack of rolling thunder, lightning dances from Kremzeek and races forward.
OOC: Kremzeek’s damage is Well Armed.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Feb 19, 2011 22:37:17 GMT -5
“It’s not going to be comfortable,” she answers simply. Skystrike is more confused because she always has space in her subspace for a medium sized limb. And she may have been Elite quality a lifetime ago but, well, she ended up with a bunch of truckers instead. And that was really pretty okay, for as long as it’d lasted anyhow.
She finishes tying Misfire to Duskwing and starts to loop the cables around her thrusters when the sound of something big and heavy making its way through the hallway catches her attention. Not wanting to stick around to find out to find out who it was, Skystrike transforms and kicks on her antigravs and thrusters, the cables trapped securely between her transformation seams and dangling from her underbelly.
The sled starts moving with a screech as any jet propelled sleds weighed down with Decepticon fliers were likely to do. Just in time too, because someone very spiky and very unfriendly just appeared around the corner.
The seeker hears the deafening crackle of weaponry just as she slips behind the next corner, wings straining to compensate for the added load of her passengers.
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 21, 2011 22:33:30 GMT -5
Duskwing just stares back at her. "Do I look comfortable now? Listen, I really ain't into pain. Dis is not my idea of a good day, see? No matter what you heard 'bout me and Assault."
Then the scintillating EMT/accident victim conversation is interrupted by something large, bulky and Autobotish thundering toward them--and Skystrike very sensibly hauls aft, taking the wounded with her. Duskwing barely has a chance to register, "Hostile, with weapon" before they're around the corner and out of line-of-sight.
"---what the slag?" he says, his one good arm and gun half-raised from the sled to point at the corner they just came around.
--- Riot, sent you a PM
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