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Post by Tals on Jun 29, 2017 22:37:49 GMT -5
Crosshairs
The mech had drifted on ahead- waving at Cade and Bee ans saying that he would regroup later. There was some other signature that had caught his attention and he was there to investigate. Plus, it gave him the excuse to literally pick up rocks and go 'roar fear me!' someway or another. So, his pedesteps shook the ground slightly, the 18' tall mech sending a glance around before his scanners started to work. His optics shifted, glancing this way and that and making a general sweep of the area until the full round of his lime-ish green armor glowed in the sunlight of the day, and the soft fluttering tassels of his trenchcoat made him known to the world.
His helm turned, body coming to a stop as he noticed the female running her fast way towards his direction- or whatever direction she had been originally going in. An optic ridge arched upwards, and it was then his lip plating curved into a frown.
"Oi- what's gotten you runnin for your life?" Crosshairs questioned curiously, massive body lowering down and hoping to get a better view of the femme human. "You in trouble?"
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jun 30, 2017 8:02:21 GMT -5
Β Β Β Β Lorraine Solomon.
Β Β Β Β Her little speed walk and occasional glancing over her shoulder lefts her completely ignorant to everything in front of her, actually picking up the pace to a light jog. What if one of those... things found her? She'd die. She wasn't like the rebels that sided with the good aliens- assuming there was any. She couldn't fight and given the chance to pick up a gun and take vengeance on those who destroyed life she would probably fail. A human she could fight- a twenty foot robot she could not. Her fears were realized as the ground began to tremble, eyes uplifting to the glimmering green metallic figure of one of them. She fumbled a moment, legs failing to work as she found herself choked he whether or not to run for her life. When the being actually spoke, she tipped her head back and peered at it's face beneath the lip of her hat. Realistically, it should've just killed her. Just like the one that had flipped her truck and killed Jeremiah and Dennis. But did it? No. It bent and asked her a question, something she'd have responded to hadn't the movement startled her into tripping over her own feet, falling back and sitting on the ground like an awed little kid even if her hands shook and she was sure he could hear her scared panting. She covered her mouth with one shaking grime ridden hand, hoping to quiet her breaths. Answer. She told herself, dropping her hand and opening her mouth. "There's a... uh." Her voice cracked, so unused to talking to someone that she shivered under the weight of it- or maybe that was the shadow falling over her like a big black blanket.
Stronghold. It was the word baiting her tongue, and the one that leaped into mind as she heard a distant gunshot that echoed like a thunderclap. She jumped, throwing her arms up over her head and wondering briefly if there'd be any more- seconds before another shot, and dust kicked up less than a foot from where she sat. She leaped to her feet, the new knowledge of some sniper hidden in the skyscrapers startling enough without the attempt on her life. Rather poor aim though, wasn't it? She expected there to be more, knowing there was a group of at least ten lurking in the city that would kill anybody taking up their resources. With all of this open ground, she found her nearest obstructer to the sniper's line of sight to be right in front of her- the enormous green alien robot that she was sure housed a fate worse than death. And yet death was a very tempting motivator, because as soon as she was on her feet she was nervously skittering closer, fingertips grazing the green surface of one foot as she put metal between flesh and lead. She sincerely hoped this thing didn't kill her and at least let her wait for a reloading before she bolted for the buildings again- her eyes screwed tightly shut and only source of foundation being the tingling warmth under her palm as she kept her hand on the back of the giant limb now protecting her. A bullet glancing off metal- she flinched again, fingers curling toward her palm. Three shots. She swallowed the nervous lump in her throat, her heart feeling as if it would explode in her chest as she readied herself to run from the sniper. One with poor aim- but one with bullets and a decent enough chance that she didn't discredit whomever pulled the trigger with her in the crosshairs.
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Post by Tals on Jun 30, 2017 9:28:24 GMT -5
For not really liking most humans, Crosshairs found himself fascinated by this fleshie. Now, he was no expert, but he found that this one appeared to be the same bionary gender as Cade. Dark clothing, more buff, but when it stumbled back and landed on its bum much like hed seen those toddlers do, his helm immediately tilted like a curious puppy. And then, it spoke. The soft clicking and whirring of the metal expanding within his optics appeared as they gree wider, recognition finally sparking within his processor. It wasnt a thing like Cade- rather it was like his... what did Cade call it? A daughter? Yeah, a female, the opposite of what Cade is.
The gunshots brought his attention from her, and up, massive body straightening and his goggles flipping down from their perch and onto his faceplates. His systems purred with excitement, his helm tilted downwards when he felt the gentle touches and extra warmth emitting from her palms. "Well why didn't yea say so?" His voice drawled out, shifting the large canopy that acted like the tails of a trench coat. However, he stopped, suddenly realizing the situation. Even though Cade had said that he was absolutely sure he was the only human alive that had any connections to them, Crosshairs couldn't be too sure. Sure the bullets were getting closer, but he didn't need to be a genius like Wheeljack to escape to safety.
"Change o' plans lass," he suddenly announced, large servo scooping her up and body caving in on itself until she was resting in the driver's seat. The interior was plush and leather, and it smealt of old gun powder and smoke. There was even the slightest tinge of old cigar smoke and green tea. A seatbealt snapped down and lodged her into place, windows all rolled up and tires skirting until smoke arose from the pavement and into the glaring sun. When the mech was sure it was safe to move, his alt lurched forward and down the way he had come.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jun 30, 2017 10:10:14 GMT -5
Bumblebee
Bumblebeeβ only responded through whistles and whirrs, helm turning downward at the human appearing to them. Yet, his attention was drawn away from the signature coming off Caireann when Crosshairs left to go investigate another human nearby. A huff chopped by static escaped his frame, looking down at Case when asked about the other two signals. "Nothing to be- concerned about." More or less. The two other Cybertronians he was picking up on were far away, and remaining stationary. Either they were hiding, or just watching. And the human nearby was, well, a human. Cade could defend himself just fine, and Bee could probably just step on the small life signature if the human stranger proved to be annoying or dangerous. "Just be- alert and- careful." Yes, nothing was bearing down on them immediately, but the potential was still there. Blue optics shifting, he turned his attention toward the closest one, simply turning to the closest Cybertronian. As he approached, his mask came down over his faceplates, coming across a building, perhaps a store of some sort, that had half of it destroyed. Rubble and mess everywhere, he moved slowly toward the largest pile. Using a ped, he prodded at some of the rubble, scooting it aside.
His helm jerked upward at faint gunshots, pausing a for a moment. Instead of going to investigate though, he dug at the rubble a little more, the Cybertronian signature right in front of him, covered by the rubble. Managing to uncover a spot of pale, dusty gray. "It's a- fem-" Before he could finish speaking, he jumped back a little as he heard the creak of metal and the long hiss of steam. Whatever was under the rubble finally decided to move. Gray and black parts snapped up and shifted as the stranger started to take a new alt. Expanding and shaping, Bumblebee backed up as an arm lashed out and grabbed at the floor to keep itself stable. A groggy, rough groan sounded out as the fem moved into a crouching position, spikes and horns shooting out to decorate her frame, silver optics shifting around.
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Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jun 30, 2017 10:26:47 GMT -5
"I called it, i called it!" said Dusk as she cartwheeled around. "Great, could you give me an idea as to why we're even here?" said Spire, looking for the shooters. "Nope!" said Dusk. "Great. Can you at least tell me where to shoot?" asked Spire. "I dunno, left and up a bit maybe?" said Dusk. Spire looked and saw Bumblebee off in the distance. "Not him, the guy trying to kill him. We need him alive" said Dusk. Spire moved his scope up and to the left, but still didnt see anyone. "Well, whats one bullet?" Spire thought as he fired a round anyways. Something fell down in the distance, but he couldnt exactly make out what it was. He was still picking up all the Autobots though, so it wasnt one of them. "Thaaats one down!" said Dusk.
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jun 30, 2017 12:18:15 GMT -5
Β Β Β Β Lorraine Solomon.
Β Β Β Β Lorraine gave a half hearted shriek, hood falling back and baseball cap nearly going with it as she was lifted. Her arms wrapped around one metallic digit, convinced for sure now that she had overestimated the good will of the being that now turned into a mess of metal beneath her. She closed her eyes and took short, ragged breaths- fear blanched her face of all color and the next her eyes opened, it was as a seatbelt strapped across her chest and flattened her back to the seat. It felt like a hug from the grim reaper himself, her fingers turning to the belt buckle as she rattled it and trying to worm free. When the car began moving, however, she turned her sights to trying to unlock the door. Another failure- her hands wrapped around the wheel. For a second she could almost pretend that she was actually the one driving- the memory was bittersweet. "Oh God," She muttered to herself, throwing her weight against the wheel. "I'm gonna die." Like saying it aloud would cement the belief that it was true. Frustrated tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, and she gave up her efforts with a defeated sigh. Sitting quietly a few moments, she listened to the quiet rumble of the engine and watched the scenery pass around her, finally swallowing down her nerves. It was easier to think she was alone in the car- long as she didn't remind herself that it was a giant man-killing robot. So she turned, gingerly exploring the interior. She liked it- the soft leather was comfortable even than her bed, and the smells reminded her of home whenever she ventured up to her father's study. Curious, she prodded lightly at the power button on the radio. Her eyes widened as music filtered in, staring at the little lights. She hasn't heard any real music in so long- she flipped absently through the channels, her eyes lighting as a certain song began to play. Humming to the words, she dared to try the window; it rolled down just enough for her to stick her hand out, making waves in the wind. Biting back her own awkwardness, she voiced:
"I think I need help, I'm drowning in myself... Did someone turn the lights out? Or is it- just another dark cloud in my head?" The longer the song wore on, the more comfortable she got. She was actually smiling, her mind having chased away the memories of what the vehicle around her actually was for the time being. She was like a happy puppy, the engine purring beneath her and the music surrounding her. She rolled down the window completely, tugging out the hairband keeping her hair braided and leaning her face toward the fresh wind. It wasn't until the song ended that she remembered her place, feeling like putty with how comfortable the seat was and the way she sunk into the leather. "...Where are we going?" She dared ask, nervous to hear a response and fidgeting lightly in her seat. Once she heard him answer- she had deciphered that he was in fact a male- she glanced to the moving wheel and pinched her brows. It was like a weirder version of sitting in somebody's lap. She felt like she'd been essentially kidnapped, but then again she wasn't putting up too much of a fight now that she'd accepted her fate.
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Post by Tals on Jun 30, 2017 14:26:04 GMT -5
Cade was the one man to not express any outwardly emotion of fear. It was something he had learnt that if given away to the Decepticons, it could be detrimental. So instead, his head tilted upwards when Bee spoke, giving a jolt when Spire fired off the shot. His head whipped to Bee as he gave a little yelp out, "Not to be worried about?!" A little huff escaped his nostrils, his muscles flexing as he brought his weapon closer before trailing on forward. He had gently pulled Caireann out of her hiding spot and was just beginning his small and fatherly investigation of why she shouldn't be in the area. It was dangerous and-
The two turned, looking towards the massive Femme that arose from the ground. His jaw slackened, eyes widening slightly when he took note of the silver eyes and felt the teen grip onto his shirt a bit tighter. Her eyes were rather wide, mouth hanging open and inhaling sharply. Cade didn't hesitate, grabbing the irish woman and gently nudging her behind the area of where Bee was and nudged her backwards. "Bee, I hope you didn't tick her off because I'm not exactly in the mood to throw my life on the line." He called out, head turning and ears pricking when he heard the familiar purring engine of Crosshairs.
Crosshairs didn't really say much, simply making mental note of the way she had panicked, then laxed into his seat. He would have explained, or maybe even spoke, but the radio was playing and that was what made her relax. His rearview mirror twitched, aiming to look towards Lorraine and for a long and quiet moment, he simply listened. The music was definitely a different change of pace, as Cade was always talking and going over plans. Not that he had minded, but he knew it would get boring. Great thing that Cybertronians could get unlimited music huh? He simply listened, alt weaving in and out in ease and towards the place he knew she would probably want to be.
In the approaching view, Cade was seen, as well as Bee and a new Cybertronian that had the mech coming to a stop. Upon hearing the question, the mech had slowly answered, "I was going to take you to a human I know of that could help you... but..." his voice trailed off, his engines having stalled as he contemplated something. "Apparently that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. But, I know I can do somethin..." his front started to break apart, doors popping out and back end separating as the seat rotated out and eventually, unfolded to be his servo. He raised the female to his shoulder, swishing metal adding to his pede steps. "Just hang on lass."
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jun 30, 2017 15:22:41 GMT -5
Β Β Β Β Lorraine Solomon.
Β Β Β Β Hang on lass. Sue did as told, nails scraping against metal as she was lifted. Only once situated on one massive green shoulder did she work herself into the cracks of armor, shoulder pressed flat to one place and arm working it's way under a thick tune she felt thrumming against her skin like it were transporting fluids. Had she just looped her arm under his vein? The thought perturbed her, and she tried not to grip so hard. "Lorra." She told him, her navy eyes flicking toward the half of his face that she could see. Now that he had her name, and given the minor detail that she was in fact still breathing, she trusted him enough to let her legs fall and hook them anywhere she could. Comfortable she wouldn't fall given his movements, she turned her attention the scene taking place before her. Her muscles had cooled tight, paranoia sitting like a rock in her gut. Too many aliens in one place- but the bright side of this? She recognized one. The yellow one- Bumblebee. She knew him from his bright paint on countless news stations. Him and the blue and red one, though she never remembered his name save for 'Prime'. "It's bigger than you," She tapped her bruised knuckles against green armor in a rhythm, a tiny little nervous habit that went along with her pulling her lower lip beneath her teeth. Her father's husky voice echoed in her head, reminding her of all his hunting trips and little bits of scattered irrelevant information. Shouldn't the green one be on higher ground since he was smaller? Should he stay away? She remembered a little, bit not nearly enough to verbalized any sort of helpful remark. Instead she only pulled off her baseball cap and let her somewhat long hair tumble free, wavy from the braid and and damp strands sticking to her temples from her hat. Shoving it in her backpack, she exchanged her hat for a wrap of dirty white cloth that had pink splotches painting it in certain places. She wrapped her hands with an anxiety-ridden urgency, grabbing onto metal again now that she'd zipped up her bag and thrown it around her shoulders again. She knew she wouldn't last two seconds against any of the robots around her, no, but she'd fight every last human on the ground if it meant she didn't go down without first brawling for her life. She had a gun, sure, but guns weren't really her thing.
"Good luck." She dared offer the mech that had thus far kept her from being sniped by an amateur in a skyscraper, pressing her dry lips together and tucking her hair behind her ears with one hand. If anyone here was going to win a fight, she hoped it was him- he was the only one she knew to not have any intention of killing her, and even then that was easily susceptible to change in the next few seconds for all she knew. Swallowing, her eyes fell to the humans she could see, a shadow lifting from her soul as she found that- no- she wasn't alone. There was still good people, ones that didn't kill everything that moved. If that didn't inspire an inkling of hope, she didn't know what would.
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Post by Tals on Jun 30, 2017 15:51:44 GMT -5
Crosshairs shifted to lean on a pede, his optics shifting and watching her from the corner of his eye. Once she was comfortable, he shifted his shoulder in the slightest to move the metal plating to hopefully raise a small shield should any ammo fire their way. His helm turned, watching the crew for one long second as his audio receptors listened to her breathing pattern, and then her shaky voice. "Lorra?" he echoed, lip plates shifting before that usual smirk resided on his features. "Suits yea." He added making movement towards the small ragtag people. "Name is Crosshairs, and that?" he gestured to the newest cybertronain, giving a little huff through the vents of his system. It had so happened that her backpack was secured upon her body, a blast of cool air expanding out from his armor and gently fluttering her hair back away from her face. "Is big." Agreement? Surely, especially after what followed. The mech sure was an egotistical maniac. Helm tilted, his optics lit up at her words, his non occupied shoulder shifting and arm reaching below the tassels of metal and produced a weapon. "Thanks love," he winked, turning his attention to Cade. The man looked at the approaching paratrooper, his attention turned down over his weapons as large ammo was produced and loaded into the magazine before it was slapped into the object.
"Who are you flirting with? Since when did you flirt anyways- that's Bee's job," Cade called out, earning a soft scoff from the aussie transformer and a roll of his optics.
"Maybe myself- I am amazing, or did we not just recently establish that on our ride here?" He reminded, tilting his helm as he switched his weapon to his other servo and raised on object to his mouth. It wasn't a cigar, but it was something resembling a cigarette, and pressed carefully between his lip plating.
Cade rolled his eyes. "How did Prime deal with you?"
The optic ridges rose upwards as the green mech looked upon the male human once again. "Obvious'ly he didn't. That's why we were hidden 'til after your gov. decides to blow us up."
Cade sent him a look that said he was clearly suspicious, head tilting towards the raised shoulder plating. "Don't harm whatever it is you picked up okay? Your ego goes through the roof whenever you want to show off to someone new," he instructed, turning his head towards the femme that showed herself.
The soft whirr of Crosshair's engines rose, a small exhaust of heat escaping the nose ridge and his vents through his chasis as he rose his weapon up. It was certainly an indication he was embarrassed, or possibly just slightly shamed he somewhat revealed the prize on his shoulder. Oh well, at least he had some company and actual motive to do something instead of just y'know, kinda complaining about how Cade missed a shot or two.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jun 30, 2017 16:11:07 GMT -5
Bumblebee glanced down at Cade, but only for a second, his attention snapping back to the new femme. He tried looking for a symbol to see what faction she belonged to, but she had none. When she finished changing form, she was seen as a massive, spiked figure, taking a deep breath. She seemed unconcerned with the others there, glancing around before looking down at the two humans. "Out of all who could greet me," she snorted, voice heavy with an accent, probably Russian. She recognized Bumblebee and Cade from news and such she'd spied through, but the other human was unknown to her. Her helm turned slowly, looking around. From what she could gather, she was in the same spot she crashed. Trying to straighten up, she stumbled slightly, causing Bumblebee to move back slightly, making sure she didn't reach for Cade or the new human. He watched as the femme's attention was drawn to something else, as was his. The new Cybertronian shifted her optics to stare at the approaching mech, helm tilting as she examined Crosshairs. She had a look of true disinterest for him before she looked back toward Bumblebee, questioning "Is that mech with you?" Bumblebee nodded slowly, answering "Yes- that's- Crosshairs. And that-.... I don't know- who that- human- is." He wasn't sure who that was, who Crosshairs had picked up. Probably what the older mech had gone to investigate. His wings twitched, blue optics studying his friend for a moment before once again being drawn to the femme. She stepped past Bumblebee to step out into the open, stretching out and looking around, dust falling from her frame as she moved from being stationary for who knew how long.
Her silver optics turned at the sight of weapons being drawn on her. With a deep snort, she turned so she was facing Crosshairs fully, examining him like he was an ugly work of art. As she did, one second changed shape, taking form of a lean, but monstrous-looking crossbow. Casually raising it, she checked that the bolts were in place, saying "Best learn manners. I'm low on b*tches right now, and you look like you could fill in." She understood caution with strangers, but that didn't mean a stranger like herself had to take it seriously or kindly.
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Post by Tals on Jun 30, 2017 16:20:51 GMT -5
A hard look settled on his features, his mouth parting slightly. He was prepared, even if it meant fighting something that was massive compared to him. By two feet yeah- but those spikes weren't really all that intimidating. Right now, he was on his ego and nothing could really bring him down except maybe a good arse whoopin. His optics bore back, his helm raising as he opted to try and be eye to eye with the large femme. "I aint lookin to be one either- nor do I really want one," he responded back in a biting tone, Cade raising his hand and giving a whistle.
"Hey hey, I know we all just like met n all, but what we really don't need is a big war with a human on your shoulder," Cade yelled up at the green mech, who immediately snapped his attention to the male before using his barrel to push the crossbow out of his way. "What we need to do is figure out what the heck is goin on, like why she doesn't have a fraction on her plating?!"
"Any more screaming and you'll sound worse than Hound," the green mech remarked, careful not to step on the male before his optics narrowed. "Make a move punk- I dare yea."
A sigh escaped Cade, raising his hands and rubbing his face as he mumbled to himself. It was like trying to raise late aged teenagers and young adults. His eyes returned back up to the femme, careful not to touch her armor in case she didn't like anything organic. "Hey, my name is Cade Yeager. And... You're not either Autobot or Decepticon, but you did say you crashed?" his eyes shifted over her plating. "I could help you, if you need any repairs. I'm assuming youre just trying to lay low?"
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jun 30, 2017 17:11:18 GMT -5
Bumblebee rolled his optics as Crosshairs talked back to the femme, who had that "oh really?" look on her faceplates as she listened to the green paratrooper. She still had a calm air about her though, not at all phased by him. "You're already the bottom in this relationship," she told him "You don't get a say-so, dear." Her attention was drawn down to Cade, who spoke to Crosshairs in attempt to diffuse the situation. At least the human had some sense. She lowered her crossbow, but didn't retract it. "I don't belong to either," she answered, still staring at Crosshairs like she wanted to get him over her knee "Simple as that." When the green mech spoke to her again, she tilted her helm. "Take that fleshie off your shoulder then. She doesn't deserve to get squashed because of your stupidity." However, Cade spoke again, causing her silver optics to shift to him. Cade Yeager was his name. "I did crash. Never saw what or who shot me down though. I just never bothered to get up after I crashed." At the mention of repairs, she hesitated. She could use the help, but most humans she'd come across weren't the most friendly, not that she had been scared. A human that offered to work on her though? She was suspicious, but eventually said "The help would be appreciated." A human that wanted to harm her wouldn't offer to repair her, so she'd just have to take his word for it. Glancing around, her dusty form had a dull glint as she moved, questioning with a glance at Crosshairs "Do I have time to beat my new b*tch first though? He seems so eager to fight me anyway. Maybe he'll give me a scratch on my armor." Turning to the mech again, then around at the others there as if there were any objections. Bumblebee found sudden interest in his peds, not saying anything.
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Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jun 30, 2017 17:54:35 GMT -5
(Of course when i go to work yall log in... Also, not totally sure where to jump in with this. Ah well, guess thats what Dusk is for!)
Dusk popped up from behind the fem, and tapped her on the shoulder. "Hiya stone cold chicky! Glad you're not dead yet, dont worry, just give it some time. We dont like either side either, which means we can make our own side that takes no sides, with is weird if you look at it upsides down, but makes more sense sideways. Anyways, do you like shineys?" she said in a rather rapid manner.
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jun 30, 2017 18:01:40 GMT -5
Lorraine Solomon.
Hey- what? No. Don't talk to him like that. At first it was kind of funny, but given this massive silver femme thought she owned Crosshairs, Lorra found herself getting a little butthurt on his behalf. "Don't-" She choked on her words, clamming up the second eyes on turned on her. She'd stood up to reveal herself over the protrusion of armor that had protected her, gripping onto it and frowning heavily. Swallowing her nerves, she finished: "Don't talk to him like that." Lord, where had her attitude gone? She remembered a day and age when she'd have fought anyone that so much as breathed in her direction. Bending for fear of losing her balance, she peered down the drop at the other people gathered around, squinting her dark eyes at Cade. She knew his face. Where did she know his face? Then it clicked- he'd been most wanted for a brief period of time. Bending her knees to sit comfortably again, she felt heat rushing to her face and lowered her voice to a near whisper: "Please." She wondered if she could worm herself down far enough that she'd disappear. She was so out of practice- what to do even in this situation was absolutely beyond her. Normal people? Not as big of a deal? Twenty foot tall talking robots with a stare that could scare death itself. She feltlike shooting herself- which, she realized, was totally an option given she had a handgun in her bag. She turned, lifting like she were whispering a secret to the side of Crosshairs's head. "She bullies you because she likes you." A tiny smile, it slipping off her face as he hand fell.
Okay, but she was seriously scared after what she said. Would she really fight him with Lorra still perched on his shoulder? She hoped not, but if that were the case- she was taking her chances with the fall and jumping before she got blasted or roasted or impaled on a massive metal arrow made only God knows what. The sudden appearance of the second and smaller femme had Lorra flattening her shoulder to metal, the mere way she spoke throwing her off and the far more excited demeanor leaving her to ponder. Maybe she didn't want to be put down now? You know what? Everything scared her. She was so out of her element she barely even knew what to do with herself.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jun 30, 2017 18:51:06 GMT -5
The femme didn't even look at Dusk, saying "Don't touch me, pest. You don't get that privilege unless you get the honor of fighting me." Her attention was then drawn to Lorra specifically. How dare that whelp tell her what to do. "Don't? What I won't do is take orders from a fleshie. I' plow through thousands of your kind for my experiments. They break like twig when I get ahold of them." She'd been about to ask Bumblebee a question, but paused at what Lorra said to Crosshairs. Straightening up, she exhaled deeply, the kind of breath someone released when it if patience and running on borrowed sanity. Then, she moved. So quick, it was unsettling. Yet, she herself didn't make an advance. A crossbow bolt shot past Lorra, so close that it would've impaled her had the femme moved her aim a little more. She hadn't been looking to kill the human though, but she did like to make her warnings serious. "Don't ever include me in a sentence like that again, Human." Walking forward, she stepped past Crosshairs to retrieve her bolt, plucking it up and putting it back in the chamber.
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Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jun 30, 2017 19:22:27 GMT -5
"Up yours crabby. I'll go make my own team. With shineys, and cool people!" said Dusk. "Also, beware a wolf with a golden eye, for when you meet you both shall die" she said slowly backing up and hiding behind a lamp post, making faces at the femme the whole time. She grabbed a piece of concrete, and with one of her knives carved the message "Want me to kill her?" and held it up for Crosshair to see.
"Oh crap" thought Spire, as he quickly dashed off before things got worse. Dusk was hard to deal with on the best of days. On the worse days though... There was usually a pile of corpses
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Post by Tals on Jun 30, 2017 21:04:46 GMT -5
It was then Cade, Caireann and Crosshairs gave squeemish screams of terror when the threats, the bolts, and even the promise of human snapage. Crosshairs was mostly due to the fact that Lorra believed this fem liked him. Forget about repairs- forget about the extra femme. Its time to move!
Cade ran away from the massive pedes, optin gto run to Bee and slap at his leg armor. "We're just gonna go. No can do at all," he announced, Crosshairs shivering slightly before he shook his helm at Dusk. It was then his attention turned to Lorra, his servo raising and automatically firing the gun at the large femme and bolting.
"Im with Cade on this one mate! Lets move!" He shouted at Bee, missing the irish female that managed to meet Cade beside Bee's leg plating. For anything in the world, the green mech would definitely save his newest edition. His alt transformed, setting Lorra in the seat and speeding down the road in the sound of squealing tires and his engine thrumming. "Well that was eventful," he remarked to her
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jun 30, 2017 21:15:28 GMT -5
(Debating on whether she should follow or not because Crosshairs actually shot at her :'3)
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Post by Tals on Jun 30, 2017 21:17:39 GMT -5
(Debating on whether she should follow or not because Crosshairs actually shot at her :'3) Dude if she does- they should run into Hilt ))
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Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jun 30, 2017 21:20:10 GMT -5
Dusk dropped the concrete slab, flipped off the femme for good measure, and took off with the rest of them in her alt form as well. "Dusk, seriously, what are you doing?" asked Spire over the radio, as he made a u-turn to follow her. "Its time to go, time to see, time to find someone like me. Time to listen, time to run, time for me to have some fun" she said. Spire inwardly groaned. Even after being her partner for so long, it was hard to decipher her nonsense from everything else. "Right, fine, I'm on my way. Meet you in 10" he said. "Okie" replied Dusk.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jun 30, 2017 21:22:29 GMT -5
(Hilt: Lady, ur my b*tch now)
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Post by Tals on Jun 30, 2017 21:24:06 GMT -5
(Hilt: Lady, ur my b*tch now) IM HOLLARIN
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jun 30, 2017 21:43:50 GMT -5
Lorraine Solomon.
Well that was moody. She wanted to vocalize her response, but given at the time she'd been too busy trying to crawl into the safety of green armor, she refrained from saying anything. She lost the right to be sassy when she nearly screamed. Thankfully, Cade apparently gave the signal to move out and soon enough Lorra wasn't in the air but back in a car. She was ten times more comfortable in the seat than on his shoulder, lifting a finger and poking absently at the ceiling. "It's a good thing you don't have a sunroof," She mumbled to herself, twisting around in the seat and lifting herself awkwardly over the center consol to fit into the passenger seat. "Otherwise I'd be hanging out of it by now." A short breath of laughter was exhaled through her nose, pulling her legs up and wrapping her arms around her knees. She pursed her lips, eyes on the wheel as it rotated on it's own accord. "So..." She was opening up at last, eyes sidling around the small space. "This isn't weird, right?" She didn't want to try putting words to what she meant- then it sounded ten times worse than it actually was. She leaned forward in the seat, unzipping her jacket and prying it off. She folded it neatly up and fit it down into her bag, and following that was the high-necked shirt that she'd thrown on over her tank top. It was boiling hot out- why bother with so many layers? Especially now that she was being chaperoned around in a car built by a God. Honestly? The nicest car she'd ever been in was a Ford Mustang convertible that had belonged to her high school sweetheart and even then the paint had been a horrifying shade of powder blue and the top didn't work half the time. This? Black, emerald green, and a top of the line 2016 Chevy Corvette. If the world weren't in turmoil she'd be screaming like a giddy teenager.
Reclining her seat back as far as it could go, she found herself tugging her hat brim low over her eyes and sinking into the plush leather. She could drive forever, honestly. Just sitting in a car again was the most soothing thing, reminding her of the days where her truck would rattle if she drove too fast, yet she did it anyway and rolled down her windows and played cd after cd. Her fondest memory was her senior road trip across the country with Matt- she'd played only the worst of the worst and sang along to every song she knew until he was forcing her to pull over on the side of the road and peppering her face in kisses just trying to get her to shut up. Was he still alive? Was he okay? Despite their split, she hoped so. They'd nearly gotten married, after all. But enough with reminiscing- she drew her mind back to the present, fingers soothing over the cloth wrapped around her knuckles. "She scares me." She voiced the observation as she heard the lighter alt form of Dusk speeding along, turning onto her side and looking toward the wheel again beneath the brim of her hat- like he were driving, so it was only logical that looking over there was the same as looking toward his face.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jun 30, 2017 21:47:21 GMT -5
Bumblebee shivered at the femme's laughter, the yellow mech changing forms and racing off after Crosshairs. He wasn't surprised that she ended up being a nut though. Every rouge Cybertronian usually was, with no faction to give them rules and regulations. However, their time away from their new friend was short-lived. Back where they'd left her, the silver and black femme sighed after she laughed, getting that "what should I do now" look. After a long pause, tail swishing, she moved. Casually raising her crossbow, brushing it off, then lowering it again, she quickly changed shape. The gray and black B2 Spirit took off into the sky, following after the humans and Autobots. A dark blur in the sky, she easily caught up to the fleeing group. She could always just bomb them, but that would be no fun. Beginning a descent, one of her guns shifted into view, letting off a few shots toward Crosshairs, who made the mistake of shooting at her. Now, it usually took a lot to make her actually come after you, but this was an exception. No one had actually attacked her in many, many years.
Bumblebee grew nervous, stating the obvious as he said over comlink "I think you- made her- angry." Even he got a few shots in his direction, causing him to swerve off course a little. He was tempted to change back and return fire, knowing they probably wouldn't escape anytime soon.
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Post by Tals on Jun 30, 2017 22:05:22 GMT -5
The sound of Crosshairs' engine spurred on in the background of their conversation. His audio receptors were pricked, and the steering wheel sharply turned after he knew she was settled down and in place. Upon her first question, a soft but amused chuckle escaped the mech. "Its not awkward. Im just not used to feeling... things inside my alt. You do realize, aside from Cade, that you're the only other.. human inside my cab? Its not something anyone can ever get used to, unless youre Bumblebee," he informed softly.
His mirrors on the outside of his alt tilted, making aure to keep an eye on Dusk for one breif moment before they tilted upwards at the sky. He was alright with Dusk- that femme he could live with. But this one? "She scares me too," the mech informed Lorra quietly, the soft autobot symbol blinking in its perch upon of his steering wheel horn. Over the radio came Bee's broken radio voice, and in return Crosshairs stated, "Yeah well no one gets away with threatening a human. Directly, or indirectly. Gotta hold up Prime's law even if some humans killed us."
Crosshairs gave a little sigh. "Lorra? Well imma tell yea something: you're allowed to curse at me later." When the shots started to hit around his alt, his body lurched forward and he transformed, flinging his human forward and one servo carefully cupping up and over her frame before using a blaster to fire at their new friend. Before impact, his body rotated and transformed back around, collapsing and stablizing her and her belongings into the passenger seat before a skidding stop swung his body to the left and down a board archway of partially collapsed buildings that leaned against each other.
Cade meanwhile, watched Dusk before his head turned to the steering wheel before him. "Bee, do you think that there would be any way to deter our new friend?"
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jun 30, 2017 22:24:15 GMT -5
Lorraine Solomon.
"DON-" The second all the parts began to shift apart Lorra's voice warped into a wordless scream. She didn't think she would be able to ever get her heart rate down again, the only reason the cement a mere few feet from her face didn't freak her out even worse being because of the mess of her own hair that blotted out her view. She expected to die, really she did, her time was definitely up now. Landing back in the seat, sure she was still screaming, she found her heart was literally exploding in her chest. She couldn't even pay attention to the speeding or the shots around her- she was too busy hunching against the seat belt, a hand twisting a fistful of her shirt in her grasp and struggling to breath. It felt like a charlie horse in her chest. Staring down at her lap and taking sharp inhales, she only reluctantly closed her eyes and furrowed her brows. "I can't breath." The worst thing she'd ever dealt with in her life was a car accident or two, one surgery when she broke her and had to get staples, and of course the new rare occasion of someone pointing a gun at her. She didn't deal with alien robots directly- she'd always managed to stay off the front lines of every fight. This was a whole new spectrum of stress and behind closed eyelids she saw the source of the last time she had ever been so scared. The time that she stared her son in the face and watched him die. Her stuttering heart broke a little more, and she beat one fist against her sternum in an attempt to get things to start functioning again. She reached over, beeping twice on the horn. Panic button- it was the best she could think to do.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jun 30, 2017 22:32:31 GMT -5
The bomber released a rush of air that could pass as a huff of annoyance. A shot from Crosshairs clipped a wing, but she kept descending. Changing in midair, the femme landed with a loud thud nearby, white optics shifting as she saw Bumblebee disappear from view. She didn't want the yellow one. She wanted the green one. Turning away, her tail swished aimlessly, leaving gashes in anything it hit. "Where's that sass from earlier?" she called, addressing Crosshairs "You seemed so eager to butt helms before." She took a step forward, then another, slowly approaching where she was picking up on Crosshairs' signature, yet no weapon was present. It was decided that she'd just throttle the mech and run her sharp armor through his frame.
Bumblebee, finding a safe spot, for now, listened to Cade speak to him. "I'm not- sure. We don't have- an equally- scary- asset." That, or they could always just gang up on the large femme. Even then though, it seemed she'd be a challenge to fight. Just her glare was almost enough to kill. A soft warble escaped him as he changed shape, Cade ending up in a servo, which lowered him carefully onto the ground. Might as well go help, even though the current situation was entirely Crosshairs' fault. As he slowly headed over, keeping his distance at first, his mask closed over his faceplates just as he heard a noise. It was faint, and drawn out. It sounded like some kind of horn. Pausing for a moment, he listened after it cut off to see if it would sound again. When nothing did, he continued onward, back toward where Crosshairs, Lorra and the silver femme were.
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Post by Tals on Jun 30, 2017 22:35:04 GMT -5
Crosshairs let himself curve and pull off to the dark overhang of the buildings. His horn screeched in the air, the mech silencing it after a couple hits and the soft cool air conditioning blasting out. Slowly, the soft spluttering noise of a fuctioning machine added into the air, the light from the steering wheel mapping out a rough sketch of a human male before breaking apart and dispersing. It seemed like he didn't go with that part of comfort.
Gently, the purring rumbles emitted from his throbbing spark in its chamber, and a soft tendril slipped out from the glove compartment. Little soft and feathery tendrils tickled at her skin, and for one moment silence finally answered. "Just take in a deep breath, hold it for a couple seconds, then exhale... repeat," he informed quietly. The soft tendril swished, grazing over her knuckles and seaeching her skin before the little tendrils reached her nose and a monotone voice went, "boop. Got your nose."
Of course, Crosshairs' body immediately shut off after that, tendril suddenly in the glove compartment and silence except for the dull thrumming of his spark. He was well aware the silver femme was searching for him, and he honestly had to remain quiet for the time being. If his signature didnt give him away already.
Meanwhile, Cade told Bee a soft thank you before helping Caireann to her feet, ushering her down the way in hopes to find the silver femme before she found Crosshairs. Maybe they could work something out?
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jun 30, 2017 23:10:44 GMT -5
Every sign of movement or action did not go unnoticed by the large Cybertronian. Yet, none of it phased her as she slowly closed in on Crosshairs and Lorra, silver optics trying to actually spot the green paratrooper. Her tail swished again, slowly running along the ground to leave an unsettling gash. However, her attention was drawn from her search when something hit her in the back. Turning, she saw Bee aiming his blaster at her, firing a second shot. Grunting, she turned and literary charged at him like a massive rhino with multiple horns. The yellow much had to throw himself out of the way, too surprised to do anything else. Managing a roll, he went into a roll to end in a crouch, shooting at her again. The femme allowed herself the damage so she could get close. One backhand strike, the curved spikes along her arm tearing deep gashes in Bee's mask. The force of it sent him tumbling away. Just as she moved to advance in him again, she paused. The sound of a vehicle quickly approaching reached her audio receivers, and she picked up on yet another life signature. Her helm turned just as she got plowed into by a large, bronze... train. The force sent her flying, crashing into an already destroyed building, the last of the structure caving in and falling on her.
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jun 30, 2017 23:15:55 GMT -5
Lorraine Solomon.
Very funny. She could've laughed at his horrid attempt at humor, too busy focusing on her own breaths to keep up a pretense of humor save for a little smile. Subduing her desire to comment on the little tendril, she merely curled it's end around one finger and shifted her knee aside to let it retreat back into the glove compartment. Her heart's erratic beats slowed, one hand lifting to her face t smother her own breathing in the dead silence that had fallen over the vehicle. Closing her eyes, she reached for her bag and drew it over one shoulder. Then, moving slowly, she reached for the lock and tugged it slowly up. If he was going to change again- and she was sure he would- she wouldn't be up in the air where she was even less help than she would be on the ground. She bit her lower lip, thinking quietly to herself. She could run. She could stay. Either way, she didn't think the odds were in her favor. "Sorry," She muttered under her breath, swinging the door open and letting herself out. She closed the door as quietly as possible, taking long quick-paced strides around the front of the glittering green corvette. Unzipping her bag, she removed from it a rolled up belt of God only knows what, her head tilted to one side given the rumble of the yellow muscle car coming their way and the loud calling of the bomber above them.
Lorraine Solomon would not be dying today. All she'd done was worry about her life and it's light going out, but now, she thought- sitting in a car had to be the most alive she's felt since the cities fell. What was the point in surviving if you weren't living? She kept under the structure the best she could, rummaging for her orange ear plugs in her pockets and pressing them in once she'd done so. Now in her little wonder belt, she had a few options. A nail bomb- that would only kill her- her favorite knife, some ammunition for her gun, and oh- this neat little military gadget that emitted an ear drum shattering frequency. Would that help? She learned the hard way that twisting the dial too far right could make someone's ears bleed. Nonetheless, she felt she owed it to do all she could to keep Crosshairs from getting killed. If that overreactive silver femme would seriously just relax then it wouldn't be a big deal. All she did was make a comment because she'd done nothing but be rude even after receiving an offer of help, why did that translate to having the right to try and kill everybody? Lorra didn't understand, yet here she was twisting her hair back with a determined expression adorning her face.
Before she'd turn that dial that would leave her writhing on the ground if she didn't have her plugs in, Lorra removed from her belt a smoke bomb, contemplating tossing it out into the street with as much ferocity she could possibly muster. Yet she refrained, far too interested in the bronze train that came and plowed over the silver femme. Involuntarily, a smile curved her lips. Suck it.
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