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Post by Injector on May 16, 2008 7:56:39 GMT -5
A slight miscalculation. Injector had hoped it would take both arms for Bluestreak to lift his fallen comrade. Not a major issue, but it makes this next part so much less likely to work. Injector fires a coulpe parting missiles at the fleeing Autobot, then turns to make his own retreat, keeping objects in the line of fire as much as possible.
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Bluestreak
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Silence is golden, but the motormouth is silver...
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Post by Bluestreak on May 16, 2008 21:13:24 GMT -5
Bluestreak yelps in pain -- but not really much in surprise -- as one missile explodes just over the shoulder Arcee's not slung over, vaporizing a doorwing. The second, right behind the other, zips past his cheek and flies off, seeing as there's no longer a doorwing to halt its progress. Fraggin' stupid, trusting a Predacon to keep his word...
Doing his best to ignore screaming pain receptors and blaring diagnostic reports, he hurries off with Arcee.
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Post by Injector on May 18, 2008 17:06:08 GMT -5
"Nowhere in my statement that I would cease fire did I evey say I would not resume it, Autobot!" Injector lets out a laugh.
Then, he turns to leave, heading off somewhere for repairs.
Thread done as far as I can see
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