Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Jan 24, 2011 15:38:01 GMT -5
ooc: Open for fighting
After a few shots are fired off, Jetstorm pauses, and cocks his head to the side. There's something terribly familiar that pings up on his sensors, and his internal computer tells him that. 'Maximal signature detected.'
If there's anything to make Jetstorm easily ticked off, it's that phrase. He twitches and clenches his claws into fists, glaring around for the offending signature. It's not hard to miss the giant yellow scum running around.
"AGH. And to think it was such a good time until you showed up!" He growls, and blasts towards Cheetor, tackling the other and knocking him into a hallway nearby, right out of the way of the major fight.
ooc: tackling done with permission
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Cheetor
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Post by Cheetor on Jan 25, 2011 16:53:32 GMT -5
Cheetor tumbles into the hallway, still dazed a bit from the sonic cricket.
He gets up, shaking it off and looking to see what got him.
"...well, I'd heard you were kickin' around here, Jetstorm! Didn't think I'd get to see you so soon, though!" Cheetor smirks. "Didja miss me?"
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Producer, Director, Actor, Writer, but not prop boy, Jetstorm, soon to be winner of some award.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Jan 26, 2011 12:19:10 GMT -5
"Like a high-grade addiction," Jetstorm hisses, pushing off and distancing himself away from the stunned Maximal before he can try anything.
"Couldn't just stay where you were, hm? Had to show up to continue bothering me another day," he readies his weapons, carefully watching Cheetor.
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Cheetor
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Post by Cheetor on Jan 27, 2011 1:36:16 GMT -5
Cheetor flourishes his blades a moment, then shrugs. "Not like I chose to come here. I was fine with staying home, since we finally took care of your boss' little dictatorship!"
He dashes forward, and will leap at Jetstorm and try to swing a sword to strike the Vehicon.
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Silverbolt
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Post by Silverbolt on Jan 27, 2011 1:37:52 GMT -5
Silverbolt was soaring in the air, trying to find a target to hit during the attack. A bit difficult when one is trying to avoid being a target themself. Amidst the chaos, he spots a blue blur he recognizes as Jetstorm rushing at a big yellow spotted bot that happened to be Cheetor from his future.
Seeing his comrade get stunned as the Vehicon approached him, Silverbolt flies nearby and reloads his feather missiles. Alighting about three feet away from the jet, Silverbolt raises his wings at Jetstorm. Some would say now was the oppurtune time to hit him, but to hit an enemy from behind their back... Such a tactic would seem dishonorable. And so-
"Stand down, Vehicon," Silverbolt growled, announcing his presence to the Vehicon as Cheetor attacks, hopefully distracting the blue Jet so Cheetor's hit connects.
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Dinobot
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Death Before Dishonor
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Post by Dinobot on Jan 28, 2011 23:27:29 GMT -5
Dinobot comes charging down the hall, a crabtank hot on his heels firing missile after missile at him. The raptor's been dodging them so far, but he can't do so indefinitely.
"Cover fire!" he shouts as he sees the familiar silhouettes of Silverbolt and Cheetor. "Slag," he hisses under his breath a moment later, once he notices that Jetstorm is there too. He turns to fire his optic lasers over his shoulder, only to see a missile coming right at him. He hits the deck instead, and the rocket hits the wall.
OOC: Rampage posed with permission.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Jan 29, 2011 1:09:55 GMT -5
There's a clang and a few sparks as the weapon cuts across Jetstorm's shoulder, leaving a lovely gash. Jetstorm glares down at it then over at Cheetor, making a noise of disappointment, the 'tch' kind. He's about to snark a little more before...
"Oh good, it's a gathering of everyone I hate," Jetstorm says sarcastically, turning and glaring for a moment at Silverbolt, before holding both his arms up, guns at both enemies.
Oh joy, outnumbered. But Jetstorm will not be going down without a fight!
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Cheetor
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Post by Cheetor on Jan 29, 2011 2:09:08 GMT -5
Once Cheetor lands, he moves out of the way of Dinobot and the missile. Before impact, he covers his head a bit, bracing against the ground to keep from falling over. He gives the bird-dog a grin. "Thanks, Silverbolt!"
Then he turns back to Dinobot. "Sorry, Big D - shiny new bod didn't come with projectiles!" he says, darting around the blue jet to join the raptor.
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Silverbolt
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Post by Silverbolt on Jan 29, 2011 3:23:49 GMT -5
Silverbolt too ducks as the missile flies off towards the wall. Shortly after the dust clears, he glides towards the two other Maximals and nods to Cheetor. "You are welcome friend," he says. If they weren't in the middle of a crisis, Silverbolt might's commented on how odd Cheetor's techno-organic form is, but that was a question for a much later time.
Drawing two feather missiles/clubs from his wings, Silverbolt takes a look at their new assailant. "Hmm...A Predacon from the looks of it. One I do not recognize," Silverbolt mutters, raising his arm up in caution. Though he does not know Rampage yet, any homicidal looking transmetal crabs are to be instantly met with caution.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Jan 29, 2011 14:14:41 GMT -5
Crabtank rolling! Rampage's Gatling cannon spins as he continues to release a barrage of missiles in the general direction of the Maximals. He's not being particularly careful with his aim, either. Friendly fire is such a cheerful term, isn't it?
Silverbolt may not know Rampage, but Rampage knows him all too well, and the Predacon is not one that forgives easily.
"Oh what fun!" he chortles. "Dinobot and Silverbolt! I can crush two birds with one claw." Now all he needs is for Megatron to pop out from behind a bulkhead and it'll be a 3-for-1 sale of people he despises!
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Dinobot
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Post by Dinobot on Jan 29, 2011 19:45:45 GMT -5
"Are you telling me you can't engage the enemy at range?!" Dinobot shouts at Cheetor. Sure, he's a melee specialist himself, but at least he has his optic lasers! The ones that kill him if he overuses them.
The raptor ducks behind some protruding pipework on the wall. It's not very good cover (he really has to squeeze up against the wall and he's still not totally concealed), but it's cover nonetheless. He sticks his head out briefly to blast at Rampage with his optic lasers, aiming for the crabtank's left tread.
"His name is Rampage. He's heavily armed, unkillable, and a complete psychopath." Business as usual, really.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Jan 30, 2011 22:35:53 GMT -5
"Good to see something useful in this fight," Jetstorm glances over at Rampage as he starts a barrage of weapon fire towards their little hiding spot, but gets hit by a few of Rampage's fire. "Watch it!!" He yells angrily and takes the high ground, flying up of the upper half of the hallway.
"The yellow one has no ranged attacks! Have fun with that," he cackles, pointing out Cheetor to Rampage.
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Cheetor
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Post by Cheetor on Feb 5, 2011 17:05:46 GMT -5
Cheetor rolls his eyes. "I never said that, Dinobot!" And then Jetstorm opens fire! With a flourish of blades, Cheetor begins deflecting shots that come his way. Right now, they're just going away from him in general - he's not working to aim them.
However, one stray shot hits one of Rampage's missiles and detonates it, so that's one less pain to worry about.
"What Dinobot said - old Crabcakes there is a big pain in the skidplate!" Too bad there's no Batmanta to distract him!
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OOC: Premature boom-boom done with Rampage's player's permission.
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Silverbolt
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Post by Silverbolt on Feb 6, 2011 1:07:11 GMT -5
"Ah," was all Silverbolt could manage for Dinobot and Cheetor's explanation of Rampage as the maniacal crab-con continued to fire at them. And he mentioned his name too! Silverbolt quickly wonders if he did anything in particular to wrong the Predacon, or if he just hated all Maximals in general. Probably both.
Ducking under the poor excuse for cover that was the pipes as Rampage's missile. Silverbolt lifted his head as Cheetor blocked Jetstorm's fire and raised his arms to toss his two feather missiles at Rampage. Throwing them, he began to reload his wings.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Feb 6, 2011 21:53:02 GMT -5
Dinobot's laser hits its target, blowing out one of Rampage’s treads. Oh, it will heal, but he'd rather be mobile and not showcase that particular ability the sight of his Vehicon companion, and so he calls out, "Rampage, terrorize!"
Speaking of Jetstorm, normally Rampage would glory in people spreading his reputation as an unstoppable juggernaut, but for all that he’s currently surrounded by Maximals, this isn't his home universe, populated by the small and pathetic where he can have his terrifying way with the populous. No, he's among Decepticons now and he is trying to keep certain traits of his a secret. With any luck, Jetstorm didn't take too close a notice of what Dinobot said. However... it couldn't hurt to be a little more intentional with his accidental friendly fire.
But how curious! Silverbolt doesn't know him, but Dinobot does, as does the cat-bot that he doesn't know. Or... perhaps he does. Yes, that spark is familiar to him, and there was only one spotted cat in the Beast Wars. Continuing his bombardment of the Maximals, he chortles, "Well, well, well, it looks like the little kitty-cat has finally grown up!" (Transmetal II Cheetor doesn't count as grown up.)
And the cat has literally grown up, looking to be almost as tall as Rampage himself. He doesn't appreciate that. He'll have to cut the kitty down a peg. Snip off his legs at the knee perhaps...
His thoughts are interrupted as he finishes his transformation and Silverbolt tosses a couple of missiles his way. Whipping out his blaster, he shoots one of the missiles in midair, while the other impacts one of his shoulders. Spinning slightly with the force of it, he shrugs off the damage with a wild cackle.
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