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Post by Pee-Dee on May 7, 2008 21:22:15 GMT -5
With Mirror Jazz in hot pursuit, Pee-Dee races through the streets of Autobot City, searching for the dastardly Mirror Perceptor!
Wait, what, the cop isn't the one in pursuit here?
Well, technically speaking, she is. Just not in pursuit of anyone actually in sight. Hopefully, however, she will find Mirror Perceptor again.
And then she'll have to figure out what to do with him and Mirror Jazz.
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Post by Jazz-3 on May 8, 2008 21:19:49 GMT -5
The cop is technically in pursuit of Mirror Perceptor.
She's just got a Silver Solstice on her tailpipe like white on rice.
Jazz recovered from getting shot at, fell back into vehicular mode and tore off after the motorcycle.
“Why me?” the voice grumbles, “I get stuck following the walking pile of junk--”
Whose alternate normally scares the living oil out of --
The thought train interrupts, as Jazz begins to attempt to access the incomplete map that Mirage made. Are there traps down here? Perceptor can take care of himself, can't he?
Too many questions, not enough acceleration.
Oh. And lasers. There have to be lasers to try and tag Pee-Dee. But then she might turn around and fight--
Acceptable losses. The scientist might be grateful.
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 10, 2008 11:34:28 GMT -5
If someone suggests later that Pee-Dee has a plan in what she is doing, she would heartily agree. After all, it made people so much happier if they thought she knew what she was doing.
Of course, a good cop doesn't really know what he's doing.1
Pee-Dee is a very good cop.
She zig-zagged across the street as Mirror Jazz opens up with his lasers. Some of them hit her, scorching her rear wheel and structures, but that didn't seem to bother her all that much. "Hey, now! You oughta buy me dinner first."
There just might be a trap this way on Mirage's maps.
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1. Supertroopers
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Post by Jazz-3 on May 11, 2008 12:09:56 GMT -5
“I suppose you'll want a movie as well.” Jazz grumbles. “You all do--”
Trap? What trap?
You mean the spike trap about a half a block away?
Jazz is going to... swap aim, and try and trigger the trap that she knows is waiting there. It would take out the enemy, keep Perceptor from being followed, and let Jazz get back to the business of hanging back, and staying calm enough to continue thinking of herself in gender neutral terms, and making plans to find a way out of this nightmarishly familiar world. Jazz does not like being shot at, nor the threat towards those who are useful to her.
That is, if the trap is still there, and if it is effective enough to do the work for the silver Autobot that would prefer to be making plans from a distance, or taking shots from the shadows. Pee-Dee has upset things by making her come closer.
Of course, Jazz can alert Perceptor as well.
Hopefully Jazz won't get hurt during all of this.
But that's assuming that the trap is still there, and this whole plan doesn't backfire.
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 11, 2008 14:23:02 GMT -5
"Unless you feel like getting friendly, you can skip the movie." Laser-shots fly past her, and Pee-Dee jigs among them. Hm. Those aren't... aimed at her, are they?
The copper transforms, flips forward, and nimbly alights on her feet in front of where the maps say there's a spike-trap. Just a normal bit of Junkion show-off tendencies, right?
Of course, that spike trap got ripped up as soon as they knew a spy had been around mapping.
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Post by Jazz-3 on May 11, 2008 15:00:14 GMT -5
Look at the pretty motorcycle dance!
No trap, no hint of a trap.
Jazz is in uncharted territory now. The map has become useless, other than to perhaps find a way back out once this problem has been eliminated. This Pee-Dee seems... much different.
"Yeah. Let's get friendly." Jazz growls. Or is that just the way the vocalizer sounds at all times? Yeah. Probably. "Get down and dirty, and--"
Scrap. No trap springing. What to do now?
Go back to plan B; transform and start shooting. Maybe one of the shots will connect solidly, and Jazz can go hide somewhere and try to snipe.
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 11, 2008 18:09:26 GMT -5
There's one fatal flaw in Jazz-3's plan to land some solid energy blasts on Pee-Dee and leave her to rust. Pee-Dee is a Junkion.
Pee-Dee is no acrobat, but she is a dancer, and she is just as fond of leaping and tumbling as the next Junkion. Her body is her masterwork, and every flex and bend, every leap and flip she can make is another example of how good she is.
So she dances and dodges just behind a line near the ground that Jazz can't see, moving just a little bit more backwards each time, and the blasts that do land are ignored. "What's the matter, Jazzy? You're not going to put me down that way."
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Post by Jazz-3 on May 11, 2008 23:43:48 GMT -5
The Frustration would be even more visible, if the battle mask weren't in place; as it is, the shots just go slightly wilder as Pee-Dee keeps moving around.
Jazz would probably notice something out of place, if being observant were part of the Mirror's character.
But it's not, and the silver figure keeps following to keep Pee-Dee in range of that weapon.
It's only after the line is crossed that the question is considered: Why is the Junkion not firing back?
Mirror Perceptor is probably not going to be happy with Jazz, is he?
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 13, 2008 15:28:06 GMT -5
It could be that this Pee-Dee has yet to acquire the idea that being able to shoot people is a useful skill.
Or it could be that she jury-rigged her gun into the trap she threw together down here after ripping out the spikes.
Did Jazz know that it really doesn't take all that many odd little alien circuitboards, wires, and bits of soldered metal to rig something that does a wide-dispersion energy beam when activated by an infrared tripwire being broken?
Bet he does now.
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As a reminder, Pee-Dee only has an Average in Firepower. It's just currently making a nice cone of energy at about hip-height right now.
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Post by Jazz-3 on May 14, 2008 19:40:37 GMT -5
The only way Perceptor-3 could be less happy with Jazz right now is probably going to be if Pee-Dee catches up with him.
The subtext to the words spoken over the radio were not particularly hard to read, especially for one who has spent far too much time in that Perceptor's company. If Jazz can keep Pee-Dee out of the way, things will go well. If not...
Well. Best not to think of the 'not', especially when one is caught in a cone of destructive energy, which, while not immediately lethal has broken half the lights in Jazz's legs, and made an interesting pattern of scorchmarks on the silver surfaces.
“Gyaah!” Startled? Oh yes. Which is why, for a moment, the aim on that weapon is pointed towards the sky for a moment. And the voice cracks and squeaks out a promise which may or may not be valid.“I'm going to tear you into little pieces, trash heap.”
Oooh. Promises promises.
It won't mean much if Jazz doesn't do something. Like try rushing forward. For a moment, it looks as though the coward has forgotten fear in favor of action, as the silver Autobot takes a few painful steps foward.
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 14, 2008 21:22:54 GMT -5
Pee-Dee swings her shield down as her trap activates, pulls her truncheon out of subspace, and charges. Distractions are the best thing ever for getting close enough to clean someone's clock.
"Promises, promises. Let's dance, darling."
She swings for the arm Jazz holds his gun with, shield held in front of her torso to defend herself.
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Post by Jazz-3 on May 15, 2008 21:04:36 GMT -5
And Jazz is distracted indeed, to let Pee-Dee get that close.
Personal space, people!
The truncheon dents the arm-- but it will probably take another blow to make that deathgrip on the handle loosen enough to get the weapon away from Jazz.
The only problem is, however, that the shield is a little tough, a strange shape-- and it's also a gun.
“Ow... Hey!” large fingers tightening on the trigger. Jazz isn't happy. Some motor coordination is going to be lost in that hand until someone can fix it. Shots may go wild, or they may hit square on.
Ice Ice Baby---
And right now, Jazz really has a burning hatred of all things Junkion.
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 18, 2008 13:14:08 GMT -5
'I admire you as a policeman, particularly your adherence to violence as a necessary adjunct to the job.'1
'You said it, not me, Chief.'
Pee-Dee isn't a soldier. Her skill with a gun is nothing to write home about. Her skill at taking people down and out when up close and personal is.
She brings her shield up to block the cryo-shots that would hit her, hissing at the sudden cold. She's well-insulated, though, and the cold is dismissed as just another perp trying to distract her with a fancy special-effect.
A mistake, but she'll pay for it later.
The dented arm is noted, but her upswing aims squarely for Jazz's head. Crack his visor, smash whatever bits he keeps in there, knock him further off-balance. She doesn't have time to waste on this fellow, not really.
There's another her to kill.
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1. "L.A. Confidential
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Post by Jazz-3 on May 19, 2008 22:09:34 GMT -5
Well, Jazz is a soldier.
Of sorts.
Cold is dismissed easily-- Jazz's alternate must never have told the Junkeon how the weapon worked. Fortunate. That means that the second shot will be a lot easier---
But that's thinking that leaves a vulnerability. Believing that second shot is going to hit the Pee-Dee that isn't really Pee-Dee is Jazz's undoing.
Confidence is shaken, as the swing comes upwards, and....
Strikes Jazz in the face, denting the mask, and sending spiderweb cracks through the visor, even as it forces a few steps backwards, and the possible misaiming of that heat-strike.
Damn these imperfections. Did Perceptor leave one, so that one strike would effectively blind Jazz until forced to retract it? The world has turned into shades of static and fuzz.
And shadows. Is that one coming towards---
The silver mechanism recoils instinctively, battle mask retracting with the visor.
Must. See. Must flee--
The war of emotion is obvious on a face that is used to being hidden behind the mask. Stay and try to hit the opponent and keep her from reaching her goal, or flee....
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 21, 2008 13:44:18 GMT -5
Well. That was easier than she thought it would be. Then again, she usually had to hold back more than she initially expected she would need to when sparring with the Autobots.
Instinctively, she raises her shield to block the fired shots. Heat washes over the already stressed metal, and the shield shatters into a thousand tiny shards. The soft clatter as they rain down to the ground might reassure Jazz.
The scowl on Pee-Dee's face probably doesn't. "I liked that shield."
She lunges forward, truncheon raised for another strike.
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