Wheelie
Rookie
Can't sleep. Sharkticons will eat me.
Posts: 191
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Post by Wheelie on May 6, 2008 22:14:29 GMT -5
Score one for Wheelie in taking out Shortround. Not the biggest victory he's ever had, but certainly a good one all the same.
Fortunately, by the time they return fire, Wheelie has long since moved from that spot, having sought further cover. Assess the danger, find the proper target, and take them out too. He readies another firerock and fires, intending for it to fly straight into Mixmaster's mixing drum, and hopefully damage whatever foul thing he was mixing.
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Dead End
Major
Yes, we're all doomed. I already knew that.
Posts: 797
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Post by Dead End on May 7, 2008 7:07:15 GMT -5
Dead End drawled languidly, "Oh by the way, we're under fire from Wheelie," then his tires squealed on the black metal pavement as he took off after Oracle. Vehicular cannon fired after her as he charged down the narrow alley.
"No doubt this is a trap," he mused--
It was a trap. Dead End gunned his engine as one of the walls started to collapse, lunging forward just in time so only the last few cinder blocks bounced off his forcefield. The impacts bounced him off his springs, much to Dead End's annoyance. That sort of thing was not good for his shocks!
The dark red Porsche charged straight for the fleeing Seeker--Why is she fleeing on foot? Right, more traps--then leaped into the air, attempting to smash her into the ground from above.
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Post by Demolishor on May 7, 2008 19:24:14 GMT -5
But he just got here! Now he has to go rumbling all the way back and get some idiot out of something else and pfeh to all of them. He turns around--oh, right. //The shark guy got him already. I'm gonna stay put.//
His turret spins about, looking for proper targets, and settles on the small orange thing that just went zooming past. Small, easy to kill...perfect. Demolishor cuts loose with a blast of missiles and gunfinger lasers, trying to ensure that the orange thing won't be getting out of the general area in one piece. Who needed aim when you had heavy artillery?
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Wildrider
Cadet
Breaking hearts (and everything else) since 1985.
Posts: 51
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Post by Wildrider on May 7, 2008 23:29:06 GMT -5
"Wheelie? Sounds like someone I'd like!" Wildrider cackles as he follows his brother down the alley.
When the cinderblocks fall on Dead End, Wildrider charges over the rubble, still getting the last few blocks from the collapse landing on him. "Ow! Ow! Ow!"
The rest of the collapsed wall serve as a ramp, launching him into the air. Wildrider's headlight lasers blast holes in the walls in front of Oracle, hoping to drop some on her in retribution for what he and his brother went through.
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Mixmaster
Minor
The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
Posts: 272
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Post by Mixmaster on May 8, 2008 9:11:25 GMT -5
Somebody stole Hook's hook? Poor guy.
Mixmaster would have tried to do something to avenge his gestalt-mate (if only so he couldn't be completely blamed for it later when he decides to laugh at him) if it weren't for a minor setback.
There was an explodey little chunk of something exploding in his drum very near the remaining dregs of the chemicals he hadn't yet stored away.
Mixmaster screeched in surprise and jumped on his wheels. Small, fast-burning fires alighted in him; the result was the mixing truck somehow gave the impression of squirming in discomfort. Think of it like a bad case of indegestion.
Oh, and a majority of the half-completed solution was being burned up.
//geck S-sorry, Hook, I'm going to have to-to start ov-over once the-these fires stop-stop! gah!//
If a truck could be writhing, Mixmaster would be that truck.
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Post by Scourge (BW) on May 8, 2008 17:00:35 GMT -5
A stolen Hook? No, scratch that. A stolen hook belonging to Hook. Yes, that's far more accurate. This still doesn't bode well.
Scourge draws his sword and forms his left arm legs into the proper form for channeling his electric bursts. "Well, weeeeell, that's interesting. Come out, come out, Autobot. You're a bold one to attack the boss... Surely you're bold enough to attack little Scourge..."
He's not normally one for straight combat, is he? Perhaps he's simply too hyped up about getting authorization to employ his 'pets'. Maybe he wants to demonstrate his swordsmanship, for he does have that. Or maybe he's just completely nuts. That probably makes the most sense. In any case, his left arm crackles, ready to unleash a stunning bolt on whatever Autobot may appear.
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Oracle
Minor
The future is always in motion.
Posts: 426
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Post by Oracle on May 8, 2008 18:01:15 GMT -5
Given a choice between a collection of dents and scrapes from putting on an extra burst of speed and some fancy flying between the pieces of wall Wildrider's shots had pulled down in front of her, and slowing enough to avoid that and ending up a road pancake thanks to Dead End, the choice seemed pretty obvious to Oracle.
Quickly tucking the stolen hook away, she pushed out another bit of power from her thrusters and pulled ahead, weaving through the falling pieces of masonry. Being able to tell where the shards where going to be only helped her avoid the worst of it, but being able to see it didn't mean she could dodge all of it, and she still winced as a particularly large and sharp piece scored a deep gouge down her arm, then other scrapes she could ignore, but that had hurt! Unlike the two following her, she didn't have forcefields to take the brunt of falling debris.
Dropping down to spiral through an archway, she abruptly brought her feet around in front of her to try and bleed off enough speed to safely make the sharp right turn the alley had presented her with. Arriving at the L corner she bent her knees and pushed off at an angle, pinballing off the opposing wall of the new alley as well with the aid of one foot and an arm, though that got a wince as the scraped arm protested. Crazy as the move looked, hopefully she hadn't lost too much of her lead on the two Stunticons as she roared her thrusters and sped up to as fast as was safe. She wanted them chasing her, but she could do without them turning her into modern art. Or herself doing so on the walls for that matter.
And Scourge? While any other time Oracle would be pleased to accept the offer to investigate something as different as you, she's got slightly bigger problems to deal with. Like Stunticons she doesn't think will be happy to wait on the sidelines nicely while she plays with you. Maybe next time.
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Mirage-3
Rookie
Totally Not The Geezer
Posts: 222
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Post by Mirage-3 on May 9, 2008 0:56:32 GMT -5
Oh this is one Mirage is going to enjoy.
Can you see this coming, little sibyl? Or is your sight too blinded by the dangers nearer to hand?
These shots aren't so precise. Mirage scatters shots that will land both before and behind the female Seeker. A pause, then another cluster where he thinks she may end up if she dodges.
In and Out
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Post by Hook on May 9, 2008 17:36:52 GMT -5
His task force is falling apart because of a small Autobot with a slingshot and a foolhardy Seeker. It's days like this when Hook contemplates alcoholism as a valid life choice.
//Never mind the hook; I can make another one. Get back here, so we can destroy the receiving station-// Off in the distance, the behemoth that is Omega Supreme turns and unleashes an annihilating energy blast on part of the landscape. //- Before Omega Supreme finishes whatever he's doing.//
Hook continues to roll until he reaches the power receiving station, trusting that the sportscars can get there at about the same time as the slow crane. He transforms and surveys the area.
The condition of the Autobot base naturally attracts the optic, and Hook examines it critically while he waits for the Stunticons to get over here.
//The Autobot base will be collapsing shortly under the damage from the air attack. If they are reasonably intelligent, all vital data has been dealt with and Medical has been relocated to someplace more defensible. Aerial scouts, do you have any ideas of where Autobot Medical is?//
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Wheelie
Rookie
Can't sleep. Sharkticons will eat me.
Posts: 191
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Post by Wheelie on May 10, 2008 23:18:59 GMT -5
If he's got a good idea of what's coming and time to prepare, Wheelie is agile enough to dodge almost anything. When it's simply random, massed fire, well, that's a horse of a different color. Explosive backlash from Demolishor's fire flares all around him, the sheer concussive force throwing him forward, his backplate dented and singed.
But he doesn't cry out. He'll never cry out, never give anyone the satisfaction of letting them know he's hurt.
Unfortunately, this has the side effect of practically throwing him right in front of Scourge. He's got just enough distance to be useful, and his hand flashes out, throwing his knife at Scourge's kneecap.
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Dead End
Major
Yes, we're all doomed. I already knew that.
Posts: 797
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Post by Dead End on May 11, 2008 10:49:27 GMT -5
"Oh, pooh," Dead End said at Hook's orders. Still, Oracle looked to be putting on airspeed, and he couldn't keep up with that, so there was no point in pursuing. Dead End tossed off a couple of shots at her retreating aft, then did a U-turn up the side of the wall and headed back to Hook and his scattering task force.
Still driving on the side of the wall, Dead End jumped the missing wall section and rolled, landing on his tires with a 'THUMP', then skidded out in the main avenue well behind Hook and Mixmaster, who had continued on.
Somewhere in the distance, the sounds of combat rang out irregulary--explosions and the 'fwoosh' of vicious energy blasts being tossed about. Closer to hand, Demolishor's missile barrage sent something orange bouncing past Little Scourge--Dead End held his fire, reluctant to incinerate their Predacon ally just to get the annoying mini-bot.
// On my way back, Hook. //
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Post by Demolishor on May 11, 2008 14:11:34 GMT -5
"Hah! Gotcha, you little Mini-Con 'bot!" Comparing someone to a small, easily controlled, and not extraordinarily intelligent Transformer is a fairly common insult back where he comes from. Unfortunately, Wheelie was from another culture and probably didn't understand how deeply he'd been owned.
Demolishor swiveled around, tracking the little orange thing as best he could and continuing his storm of missilefire. Unfortunately, he didn't notice Scourge until a few minutes after he started firing, so there may have been a bit of accidental damage.
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Wildrider
Cadet
Breaking hearts (and everything else) since 1985.
Posts: 51
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Post by Wildrider on May 13, 2008 4:44:05 GMT -5
"'Kill them with fire, but come back here and stop wasting time!' WHAT." Wildrider's mildly annoyed, but doesn't make a thing of it. He transforms back to robot mode and flies off, back to Hook. Of course, air is not his preferred form of travel. Transforming on a roof, he lands roughly and drives over the side. Unintentionally, he gets in between Demolishor and Wheelie, possibly obscuring the tank-former's view from his prey.
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Mixmaster
Minor
The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
Posts: 272
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Post by Mixmaster on May 13, 2008 8:31:52 GMT -5
After the initial flames die down Mixmaster runs a quick cleaning solution through his drum to get rid of the worst of the mess and cool the warm interior.
Then he bounds along after Hook, transforming gleefully into his primary mode right behind him. It wouldn't be a good idea for a lone Constructicon to go off on his own with Omega Supreme around, no.
He waits with semi-patience for Hook to speak, shifting his weight easily form one foot to the other while quietly tinkering with a vial of the randomly acidic sort.
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Post by Scourge (BW) on May 13, 2008 12:21:20 GMT -5
Scourge is not an easy target to hit, especially now that he is already prepared for battle. He leaps clear of Wheelie's knife. The same movement puts him well away from Demolishor's fire. He waited ready, until the tank's fire abated.
"I can take care of the pest." He makes sure to speak aloud, so that his foe and allies can both hear him. Scourge bends his legs, ready to leap. He waits briefly to confirm that nobody not-Wheelie objects or opens fire. Scourge also needs to confirm that Demolishor didn't already splatter the 'bot with his barrage.
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