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Post by Blackout on May 5, 2008 20:24:37 GMT -5
Blackout approaches the zoo low and fast. Stealth is not his specialty; brute force, on the other hand, is.
However, there was warning of a formidable guardian in this area. And it would be foolish to assume they wouldn't increase the guard, knowing the assault was coming. As much as he'd prefer to start blasting now, Blackout must concede that he's too big of a target out in the open. He drops to the ground, grinding and unfolding into robot mode. A chunk falls off of his back, thudding into the ground and burrowing in, Scorponok off to check the area.
But waiting for that information would require patience. Blackout has his orders, and he will complete them. Deploying his torso cannon, he fires off a burst, clearing his way and stomping forward over the rubble. Stress release is never a waste of ammo.
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Post by Ironfire on May 5, 2008 20:32:11 GMT -5
Ironfire waits patiently, stationed nearby in her unmoving siege mode. As soon as somebody comes into range, she'll be opening fire. Her internal circuits play rather dramatic music, fitting to the current scenario.
Ah, a 'con 'copter transforming and landing. Not one she'd seen before, but that matters little. How foolish of him to land. She can't hit fliers in this mode. She can hit ground units quite well, though. The big gun's aimed, and she lets loose with a high-power shell, targeting the Deception's position. Hopefully it will hit. Even if it doesn't, the blast should deal damage.
Knowing how things work, she doubts this guy will come alone. Nor will her early shots take him down. But, hey, she can try, and maybe, just maybe, she'll be doing some subverting. That would be awesome. She does subverting. And hanging lampshades. And... right. Focus on the fight.
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Post by Blackout on May 5, 2008 20:59:52 GMT -5
A blip on radar. Incoming shell, no time to evade. So, instead, Blackout fires off his cannon again, meeting shot with shot and throwing his arms up to cover his face.
The good part is, he doesn't get take out of the fight so early. The bad part is, the shell is still close enough that it's unpleasant. Flames wash over Blackout, softened slightly by his force field but blackening paint all the same. Growling out a rumble of fury, Blackout stomps forward through the fire and flames, targeting his missiles and launching at the source of the shot.
Meanwhile, Ironfire might notice loose ground to her left shifting slightly as Scorponok rises, just enough to spy Ironfire's position before diving back into the soil. Blackout does not want his pet in the blast zone.
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Post by Ironfire on May 5, 2008 21:41:44 GMT -5
Missiles. Great. Ironfire can only hope her armor can take the hits. No way she's going to be able to transform in time to avoid them, nor can she shoot them out of the sky.
She doesn't noticed the little scorpion, but she wouldn't have shot it if she had. Too close to fire her main gun, and not time enough to transform.
The missiles hit. Ironfire's armor absorbs much of the blast, but it's most certainly a damaging one. I am not going to be able to take much more of that.. She fires another shot, waits long enough to get off another, then starts retracting her supports, returning to tank mode.
OOC: Takes two posts to switch out of this mode. Will finish next post. She's still immobile right now.
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Post by Blackout on May 5, 2008 22:23:55 GMT -5
If this is the guardian he was promised, Blackout is officially Not Impressed.
More shots coming in, but this time, Blackout's expecting it. He's still not fast enough to evade, but all it takes is firing a little sooner to avoid major damage. With an inarticulate roar, Blackout breaks into a run, thundering across the ground with both Gatling cannons firing at Ironfire. Should he reach her before she has time to transform and get out of the way, he intends to swing a fist either at the base of her cannon or at her face, whichever target is present.
Scorponok, meanwhile, tunnels away from the fight to scope out the rest of the area, hoping to discover or disarm any other threats so his master's fun isn't interrupted.
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Post by Ironfire on May 6, 2008 13:07:32 GMT -5
Gattling cannons. Fortunately, her transformation just leaves her unarmed and immobile, not unarmored. It finishes up just in time for Blackout's fist to thud into her tank mode cannon. At the same time, she fires a shot from that very cannon.
//CROSS COUNTER!// The nonsensical-to-most phrase blares over broadband. //Uh, sorry everyone//
She rolls backward, initiating her faster transformation, and now stepping back, rifle ready and cannons deployed over shoulders.
"Bring it."
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Post by Blackout on May 6, 2008 17:48:00 GMT -5
A sidestep at the last second prevents a fatal headshot. The shot still takes off a chunk of his shoulder armor. He can feel the heated metal drooping over the missile launcher on that side. Still, the satisfying feel of an Autobot under his fist is worth the sacrifice.
Blackout doesn't acknowledge the nonsensical broadband comment. Instead, there's a flash from inside his torso, followed by a blue-white shockwave as an electromagnetic pulse bursts out, followed by the loud chatter of his arm guns opening fire.
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Post by Ironfire on May 6, 2008 18:59:51 GMT -5
EMP. Fortunately, the tank she scanned was capable of operating after being hit by EMP. Unfortunately, she's not in that mode, not is she herself actually the tank. She's just a sentient robot making use of the tank.
As such, her music transforms into a cacophony of static and her targeting and balance systems give her random, useless data. Ironfire stumbles backwards, firing wildly. Just need to survive for a little bit, then those systems will be back only. Blackout's shots slam into her, adding pain to the mixture of unhelpful information.
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Post by Blackout on May 6, 2008 19:20:32 GMT -5
There's just something so sublimely pleasing about an Autobot reeling. It's hard to describe, exactly. This one isn't directly opposing Lord Megatron's goals, or even involved, but that red symbol, already frowning, looks so much better when the metal it's painted on is warped, burned, and broken.
Even wild shots are enough for grazing at this range. Blackout hunkers down, letting most of it pass over, a few skimming off his rotor assembly. It's going to take a bit of bending before they'll be stable enough to fly. Continuing to fire with his right arm gun, Blackout reaches back with his left, taking up his tail rotor.
"You will not delay me for long, Autobot," the Pave Low growls, charging hard and swiping his buzzsaw-like rotor at Ironfire's cannon barrels, lowering his other shoulder to bull rush the tank-bot.
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Post by Ironfire on May 6, 2008 19:26:26 GMT -5
And there we go. Ironfire's got her music back. Oh, and also those rather vital systems. But who cares about those? She straightens up just in time to try dukcing back away from the slashing razors, losing the front of her left cannon in the process.
"Delay you? My job's to stop you." Which probably means she's in for a beating, if he's tough enough. Slag. But, maybe, it means she's going to succeed. Yes. She will go with that.
Melee isn't her thing, and with that razor blade she's not going to stand a chance. So, she falls back as fast as possible. Ironfire takes a big risk and pops her chest plating open. She fires several of the small, rocket-propelled explosives contained within, hoping she can keep far enough back to not be caught in too much of the blast.
"Eat missile, Decepticon."
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Post by Blackout on May 6, 2008 19:51:50 GMT -5
"Better than you have tried," the giant rumbles, the closest he comes to a laugh in the middle of a fight. Or any other time, for that matter. Serious helicopter is serious.
Incoming missiles. Too close to dodge. Blackout fires his torso cannon, blasting the missiles out of the air and bathing the pair of them in fire. He won't get away without damage, better to make sure she doesn't, either.
Gatling guns overheating. Blackout withdraws them into his arms, charging up his torso cannon and firing straight through the fireball, even as he sends a call to Scorponok. Time to end the game.
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Post by Ironfire on May 6, 2008 20:01:03 GMT -5
Spawn of that demon-fish! She'd forgotten about his gattling guns. Oh, yes, the explosion hits her, fortunately not hard enough to detonate the rest of her missiles.
The fireball starts to clear, just in time for Ironfire to see the finalization of Barricade charging his cannon. Slag. With no time to properly react, Ironfire launces the rest of her chest-carried explosives in a single burst. Hopefully, they'll make it far enough to hurt him more than her.
"Slaggit."
//Ironfire at [coordinates]. I may well be going rather down.// A hurried message to Autobot General, alerting everyone that the plant she's guarding will have to rely on someone else.
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Post by Slag on May 6, 2008 20:25:42 GMT -5
Did someone say... Slag? Because Slag's been looking for a battle, but has been horribly lost. He's worried that Grimlock's going to destroy all the powerful Decepticons if he doesn't find one fast!
And hello there, a giant, greyish blue Decepticon! Slag lands from his robot mode and transforms into his triceratops mode, charging towards the large Decepticon. "Me Slag been looking for fight!" he roars, attempting to charge into Blackout's leg from the side and knock him over.
Ironfire could scarcely be more than a pot plant for all the attention Slag is giving her. This is Slag's fight now, and it'll be her fault if she gets in his way.
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Post by Blackout on May 7, 2008 5:20:06 GMT -5
Using his own tactic against him? Not very original, but not bad. Blackout leaps backwards, firing a missile from his good launcher in the air and letting the blast shockwave propel him back. He lands with a heavy crash, mangling a hedge row under his feet--
Just in time for a four-legged thing with horns to run at him. This day is beginning to look interesting.
"Then a fight is what you will have," he rumbles, sidestepping and swinging his rotor weapon at Slag in passing.
Don't worry, Ironfire, you're not being ignored completely. The metal plating not too far away abruptly tears upwards, shrieking as what looks like a scorpion wrapped around a jet engine bores its way through, letting out a quick pair of rockets at the tank-bot before attempting to dive back into the ground.
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Post by Ironfire on May 7, 2008 8:13:31 GMT -5
Heeeey, it worked. Her missiles were enough to absorb most of the blast. Now, that's not to say she didn't take more damage, the scorch marks and sparking wires are testament to that, but she's still alive. Thrown back, but alive.
"Slag! Excellent timing!" A greeting, this time, not a curse. Mostly. There's still the issue of this wee little scorpion-engine-thing hitting her with more explosive projectiles. At least they're not armor-piercing spines or some such nastiness. Ironfire opens up with her remaining functional cannon and rifle, hoping to catch the monsterish creature before it resubmerges. Underground enemies always mean trouble.
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