Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 5, 2017 20:43:57 GMT -5
"Wait, what?" ML asked, then did a quick check of his shoulders. His old insignia was still there, but the Autobot one was missing. "How far back was i taken?" he thought, before dismissing the thought. He could easily make another one later. Right now, there were other things that demanded his attention. He dashed forward, pulling out a two handed sword from a compartment in his chest. "Now this i can handle" he thought, looking for any signs of humans in danger.
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 5, 2017 20:51:24 GMT -5
Lorraine Solomon.
"I'd slap you for that but I'd break my hand," Lorra told him in a factual tone, reaching for the door handle and letting herself out once Cade approached. Peering at him over the hood of the car, her lips curved in a slight frown. "Sounds like Harvesters." She supplied, giving a puff of hot air through her nose. "They're uh... little group of people that have been hanging around. Every time an alien comes by they throw these smoke bombs to get it close and shoot it. They don't actually kill it though. They stick a big bowl under it and let it bleed out." She didn't know if it was a universal thing, but she knew the little group from having seen them around a few times. "I'm pretty sure they take the uh- blood- and parts- and sell it off to the hospitals...? Repair shops? Whatever they are- in Puerto Rico." See? She knew a little bit. It was like this huge black market trade thing going on, she guessed, and the group that hung around her edge of the city had sought her out once or twice. They weren't the best and she'd only ever see them take down the tiniest things- to know they were targeting a Decepticon big enough for the Autobots to actually know its name concerned her,
She flinched, lifting her arms to protectively cover her face as the blast from Blackout's guns shattered windows and made her ears pop. Now she worried, anxiety gnawing in her gut. A quick glance between car and man, then she turned- she had to see what was going on. But first... she reached back inside the car and grabbed her rifle, the Maril Lever 22 warm and comfortable in her hands. Sucking down an intimidated breath, she continued her determined march and found herself coming upon the sight of the struggling Con. She saw only bodies- something that made her insides crawl and twist and her stomach rise into her throat. Heart drumming in her chest, she took vague comfort in the jets flying around, the multitude of brightly colored Autobots, and lifted her rifle to her face to look through the scope she'd attached long ago. She could see the wire dangling from the con's upper chassis, the slickened end of the spear's tip poking out of his back. She didn't know what fluids were spattering over the ground with each twitchy attempt to get up, but she didn't dare ask for worry of what other detailed gruesome information she'd undoubtedly learn about.
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Post by Tals on Jul 5, 2017 21:04:24 GMT -5
Crosshairs had laughed brightly for one moment before his frame had transformed- allowing her to get her one last object before changing to his cybertronian figure altogether. Coming to, his optics searched the area, listening to the conversation below him as he gave a low sigh through his vents. Sounds like stupid humans to him really. The way his optic ridge arched seemed to confirm that he was thinking such a thing, and Cade seemed to have found interest in the words.
His head turned, looking over Lorra for a long moment before looking ahead with his own weapon raised, making sure to point it in a safe direction as he moved. "Oh? And whats in Puerto Rico? I get that its a black market and all, but theres more people in need and that are willing to fight cons over this way," he remarked softly, his brows furrowing slightly as he gave a concentrated breath out. Soon coming to a pause, his head tilted and eyes turned over the bodies, a sad sort of frown forming on his lips. Crosshairs kept on his prowl nearby, coming to a pause to look at Blackout and giving a pittying look.
"Cade? Are we going to really let them do this to em?" he asked, accent thick this time around than before.
Cade looked up at the massive being, soon coming to a pause in his steps. "As much as they've done to us Crosshairs-" he began.
"Caus we could leave him here."
"No Crosshairs- we won't. Even though he is a decepticon, even though he could've been the one to blown the cities up," Cade began as he carefully placed his weapon on his back and begun to clamber up the massive armor and crawl up towards the damage. "He's in a state of torture. I don't care if he's a con, bot or rogue at this point. What they're doing isn't the proper way to end something." His voice rose as he continued his trek upwards, carefully rising up onto the chasis platings and looking at Blackout's faceplates while the whirring of Fox and Wolf was heard above. They nearly hit ML in the process of one crash but they easily avoided.
"Y'know, you're a lot like Prime Cade. I dunno if I like it," Crosshairs huffed out at him.
"Good- I know it keeps you in line- especially now you got a female," Cade huffed right back as he begun to inspect the wires.
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 5, 2017 21:16:53 GMT -5
"Protect the humans, take down that jet... Descisions, descisions" thought ML as he jumped out of the way of where he thought the jet was going to crash. His eyes flashed green for a second, then went back to the usual blue. "Next time" he thought, turning away and continuing his search. A little to his left, he noticed a ring of people around a cybertronian. "So, option 1, fake my way through. Option 2, scare them. Option 3, Tesla coil. Gonna go with a 1 and have 3 as a backup" he thought as he quickly downloaded some voice clips from some videos on the internet. As he approached, he announced "This is now a military operation. All unauthorized civilians are advised to leave the area immeadiatly. Failure to comply is not an option" in a gruff voice. With his short height, he was hoping to convice them that he was a military drone, or even a guy in a suit. Either way, he seemed immposing enough
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 5, 2017 21:25:31 GMT -5
Lorraine Solomon.
She listened quietly as the two went back and forth, eyes and rifle trained on the bulking gray figure that now tried to throw up one arm as he was confronted. All he managed, though, was to turn, weight shifting falling deceptively limp- like moving might further encourage a shot to the spark chamber. Helm turned, those ruby optics had found the little humans that came with the Autobots, adjusting as he tried to identify them. "You aren't so tough now, are you?" Lorra muttered under her breath, more like she was trying to encourage herself than demean the resting Decepticon, of whom now jerked uncomfortably with Crosshairs' weigh on him and focus split between the newcomers and the sounds of his comrade's struggle.
She was admittedly a bit confused. The Autobots had an appearance that was borderline humane, but the Decepticon in front of her? She couldn't identify a nose or mouth- only a sharp-edged mess that, upon daring to reach out and touch, she found sliced through the uppermost layers of skin on her fingertips. "Hm." Alright. She could be brave. Setting her gun gingerly on the ground, fisted her hands in the sleeves of her shirt, and up she went. She gave a short little yelp as she was nearly thrown in the air, locking her hands on the grip she'd found and staying in place half crouched on the massive face. "Disgusting." The robot beneath her growled out, the hot air whooshing out against her kneecap. "Well you aren't too pretty either. And I'll have you know I was an EMT for a refinery so I'm not completely useless." She took a bit of uncertain wiggling to get to the puncture wound, but once she did she rolled back her sleeve and stuck her arm right in, feeling around and trying to figure out what had been severed to get such a heavy flow. Looking down the mound of metal, she then asked: "Cade? Are you mechanically inclined?"
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jul 5, 2017 21:32:04 GMT -5
Bumblebee
Bumblebee switched forms soon after Fox did, chirping as he made his way toward the humans, Hilt following suit. The train broke apart and reassembled into her Cybertronian alt within a few seconds to join the other scout, both moving to the humans. Hilt was left to keep any humans that might try to intervene at bay, being ditched by Bumblebee as the yellow mech noticed Cade, Lorra and Crosshairs. Warbling softly, he headed over to them, getting a better look at the damage inflicted on Blackout. He almost felt bad for the con, treated like an animal. Sure, the larger mech wasn't exactly civil, or on the same side as him, but Bee wouldn't wish what he was seeing on any Cybertronian. Watching curiously as Cade moved to examine the damage, his wings twitched as he spoke. "You're going to- help- him?" Unless the inventor was just getting an honest look at what had happened, and nothing more. However, his question was answered when Cade mentioned mercy for the con, against what Crosshairs had suggested. Whistling a hollow tone, he tilted his helm slightly as he watched, attention occasionally drawn to the two siblings above them, Fox and Wolf. The scout was tempted to help Fox out, but he knew his friend could very well handle himself. Plus, Bee was more wary of the large con they were flocked around though, half expecting for Blackout to stir and do something in the manners of attack. His audio receivers then picked up on the rough voice of the black mound, wings twitching nervously as Blackout spoke, finally showing that he wasn't close to dead. Big blue optics watched Lorra move and dive right in to examine the Decepticon. Hopefully Blackout would suck it up and just accept the help of Autobot members.
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Post by Tals on Jul 5, 2017 21:34:52 GMT -5
the humans don't have a government jack....)
Crosshairs looked towards the humans moving about, servo immediately moving to help guide Lorra up the gigantic mech and stare cooly down at him. His free servo moved to nudge the barrel of a weapon at his abdomen, a warning of to not try anything despite the fact that he was willing to let Cade and Lorra help fix him up. Even if he didn't approve- he'd still be the one to help until things were allowed to be turned into his favor. His vents exhausted out, listening to the conversation and pede slamming down onto one of the joints of Blackout's massive knee.
Cade shook slightly, hollering out to the parties then. "hey hey! Everyone take one massive chill pill!" he screeched out before turning over to Lorra's side. His head tilted, hand carefully swiping away oil and energon before his hand wriggled its way around the massive object that impaled the mech before continuing to move around. He let his brows furrow once again, looking over at Blackout. "Can you translate Crosshairs?" he asked, scurrying up over to the mech's mouth area.
"Yeah," the questioned mech sighed out.
"Good. Now 'Con, whats your systems telling you?" he asked the massive thing. He paused to wave to Bee, and then, turned back around and gave a little face towards the most different looking faceplate..
Fox and Wolf? Well this time they crashed into ML and managed to break apart in a flurry of massive long Cybertronian bodies.
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 5, 2017 21:55:50 GMT -5
Lorraine Solomon ft Blackout.
The exchange between Autobot, Decepticon and Human was certainly interesting, but she couldn't really pay attention when she was elbow deep in the chest of a man-killing robot alien with eyes turned toward the sky and breath held in an attempt not to gag on the smell. "There are hooks," She realized aloud. "We can't pull it out." Maybe not, but they could do something else. She reached up with her free hand, wrapping her fingers around the protruding end of the metal shaft. Throwing her weight against it, she pushed- the con beneath her knees heaved, throwing her down on one hip even as she continued to push. She got it down, the end poking further and further out from his back until out it slid, dropping to the pavement with a clang. Letting Cade take care of the issue of the now free-flowing fluids, Lorra sat back and looked up at Crosshairs, promptly pointing to the jagged tear in the armor. "You're always smoking so I know you have something hot enough to weld metal back together." She thought it was a pretty easy fix, but she'd leave the inventor beside her to figure that bit out. Instead, she looked back to the face of the Con.
He was staring curiously up at them, dull red gleam to his optics confused as events progressed. Why they were helping him was beyond him. Should've let him go down. But then, he figured, they'd want the kill for themselves. He had yet to actually respond save for the barest basics, which he rumbled out in guttural cybertronian as he didn't care to humor the humans with their languages. "This will not stop me from killing you the next time I see you." He warned helm dropped back against the pavement. He wished he could help Wolf- he wasn't in the least bit scared to fight every Autobot here, but he wasn't in condition to do so until the energon stopped running from his chassis like water from a leaky faucet. "That's too bad." Lorra answered with a light tsk, otherwise ignoring the comment. She wasn't even the slightest bit surprised.
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Post by Tals on Jul 5, 2017 22:49:46 GMT -5
For one long moment, Crosshairs had watched the twins hit ML and the simple mech caused the warring two to break apart. He looked impressed for a split second before watching Cade get to work by running down Blackout's chasis and clambor down into the hole. Of course, Cade had told Lorra thank you on his way, and simple made work on whatever he could.
Upon the statement, Crosshairs turned to look down at his human and give a little puff. Reaching up, the mech removed a smoldering metallic piece that looked either like wheat or a large cigarette, and the end was alit in a smolderinf fire. "Eh? Or we could just use Bee," he offered playfully, sending the mech a look before his audio receivers pricked.
His looked towards Blackout, his optics narrowed. "If Hide was here he'd kill him already. Why dont we do that- huh Cade?!"
Cade's head popped out from the hole like a little ground hog and he blinked. His body was covered in alien fluods, and oil and he was just all around dirty once again. The inventor glared up at the two autobots then. "It could have been either one of you in this same situation. Even thhough Blackout says he probably wont be saving us or sparing us the bext time- at least he'll have something in the back of his processor, or mind or programming or whatever, that gives him a little humanity to spare you guys." With that, he returned back to his little hole and continued his melding on through the wires, somewhat sewing them together.
Wolf had landed just behind ML, her figure rising up and tassels of autobot symbols clinking together as she finally stood up. Her wings arched upwards and angled, red tinged optics glaring at her sibling before her helm tilted towards the autobots that look a bit trigger happy. Something spewed from her mouth, Fox replying in kind to her in Cybertronian before Wolf slowly stalked over.
Fox came to perch beside ML then, gently nudging him with a digit before watching as Wolf stood over Blackout with a small face. Her helm tilted upwards, seemingly in a glaring contest with Crosshairs.
"Try somethin' birdbrain," Crosshairs threatened, a little snort coming from Wolf as she replied in Cybertronian,
"I might if you keep insulting me. Certainly, after Im through with you- you wouldnt be needing your parts anymore. A nice fix for Blackout hmm?"
Crosshairs tensed up, his frame holding in air within his vent before exhaling a blast of cold air.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jul 5, 2017 23:08:19 GMT -5
Bumblebee released a warbling noise at Crosshairs' suggestion, wings twitching in annoyance. At the mention of killing Blackout, he could somewhat agree with the other mech. It was seen as dishonorable to kill your enemy if they didn't get a chance to defend themselves though, and doing so didn't sit right with him. The emotion of annoyance and thoughtfulness was short-lived though, seeing the siblings fall and break their tussle. Wings angling upwards, helm tilting in curiosity, he glanced at Fox going to settle beside ML before studying Wolf. At the threat, his wings singled downward, and low whistle leaving his frame. Looking over at Crosshairsβ, he stared for a moment before blinking. "Why does- nobody like- you?" He didn't say it as an insult though, but more so a joking question, even though he didn't sound like he was joking. It seseemed Crosshairs was always the one someone wanted to pull apart lately. The yellow mech looked over at Hilt, who'd finally come over to join the group, settling beside Bee. The steampunk femme looked unimpressed with Wolf, green optics looking her up and down before turning away, snorting something under her breath. "It's amusing how everyone likes to speak their threats first instead of actually doing something," she then spoke aloud, optics shifting back to Wolf "Even then, save it for when we're not showing mercy to that mook of a mech, or I just might mow you down before you can even get in the sky." Though Wolf was probably doing a lot more peacekeeping than she liked, being there with Autobots, not fighting for the time being. Everyone knew it was only because of Blackout though.
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 6, 2017 7:50:51 GMT -5
Β Β Β Β Lorraine Solomon.
Β Β Β Β She didn't notice the claw-like digits until they wrapped around her. She was lifted into a hand that wasn't at all broad and human-like, but a warped form of symmetrical metal rods that shifted around her and let her fall between the digits for as long as she didn't hold on. Imprisoned, those sharp-ended digits procured more, smaller versions of themselves. For a moment it was sheer panic, squirming uncomfortably as the extensions grabbed onto her with double pronged ends and kept her steady. She nearly hit her head several times as Blackout began to shift, pushing himself up and rolling in time to throw Crosshairs off. She bit back a sharp scream as the ground approached, metal the only thing separating flesh from cement and even then sparks igniting that burned her skin and clothes as he turned, digging Cade out of his chassis and dropping him onto the ground. Already he was recovering then, the flow of emerging back throughout his tired frame encouraging him up. She rose, higher and higher still until the Decepticon Mech was on his feet. Slender digits unfurled, Lorra herself feeling as if she was levitating over his upturned servo with the little prongs that pinched bruises into her skin.
"Stupid fleshie thing." He growled at her, his acting thumb curving down until the blades end pressed into the midsection of her shirt. Arm still slick from working on him, she pulled it free and tried pushing at the metal that now pressed hard enough to her clothes abdomen that she could hear the fabric ever so slowly tearing. A tear pricked at the corner of her eye, the pressure and sharp end combined working against her until it dribbled out and down her temple. He stopped then, grip insisting until she dangled by her legs and was held above Crosshairs, Blackout's mannerisms not all that different from that of a disgusted customer portraying a particularly horrifying fish. "We are done here." he didn't like talking a lot, did he? Lorra pressed her eyes shut and sucked down a mortified breath as she was dropped, presumably so that Crosshairs could reach her, and then left alone so that Blackout could turn and back off a pace.
Blackout.
A lightly judgmental crimson stare found Wolf, gauging her a moment and then flicking a glower to Fox. Next time. He thought with a barely silenced grumble. His exhausts blew out a breath of hot air, a frustrated aura held about him.
At last did he turn, as if to leave, and his pedes thumped against the ground as if he were stomping when he in fact felt that was a rather languid stride compared to his normal semi-aggressive lumbering. He felt chased out, his options to actually fight smothered by the numbers against him and his admittedly tiny partner. Not only did he feel he'd be squashed if he stayed, but he had other matters to get to- namely interrogation of one of his numerous enemies. The longer he remained the more he felt like the Autobots would get a read on him and figure out that he was up to more than his normal Decepticon antics. "Wolf-" He didn't see the need to finish. Lets add another Autobot symbol to that belt of yours. It hung unsaid between the duo, Blackout himself remaining still as he waited for her now that h'd put some distance between himself and the others. Did he think he could assume his alt? Probably not yet, but given a few hours he was sure he'd be fine enough with his minor repairs.
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Post by Tals on Jul 6, 2017 8:32:33 GMT -5
"Its caus no one likes someone that can kick their aft," Crosshairs told Bee a bit bitterly, though his attention was mostly on Lorraine. His servo immediately went up and over his helm, body stumbling and pede carefully holding ip Cade as he gave a screech. His hands clutched as the massive green pede, the paratrooper snarling incoherently at Blackout.
When his human was dropped, his servos carefully- as possible- tried to clutch her figure. When he managed to settle her in his frame, he had moved Cade and her over to the side and out of harms way. He was aware of the conversation- and he knew about Wolf to an extent that she would most likely leave with a new symbol to adorn like a prize.
"I think this is one who will go through with threats Hilt," Crosshairs rasped, his optics widening as he saw the small twitch in the femme's frame.
Wolf was staring, carefully eyeing the trio before looking at Blackout. She knew those unspoken words. As though she wouldn't be adorning herself with her brother's crest, it would be nice to watch a crying human sob over her precious autobot. But maybe it could be enough that she didnt have to just attack him- but get the young scout as well. Maybe get two?
Nodding her helm, she turned around to act as though she were going to leave when she immediately pounced onto Crosshairs, sending the mech in a flurry of curses in his native language before the sounds of blasters were heard. Fire shot up into the sky, Wolf knocking his weapon aside and bringing out a tomahawk to cut into his forerm. She used another weapon, one that much looked like a gun and fired at Bee.
"Wolf- we had a truce!" Fox squeaked out, immediately jumping up from his perch and making a dash for his sibling
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jul 6, 2017 9:08:40 GMT -5
Both Hilt and Bee's helms snapped up as Blackout dropped Lorra. Yet all was well, more or less, when her Guardian caught her, moving her and Cade to safety. When talking started up again, Bumblebee chirped at Hilt nervously, in agreement with Crosshairs about Wolf going through with threats. And that was just what she did. So much for Crosshairs being able to kick aft. He moved to go help the green paratrooper, but whistled a shrill note as he was shot at, his shoulder jerking back, causing the mech to stumble. Servo changing to blaster, he was about to take a shot, but someone beat him to actually attacking. Before she did though, Hilt had literally sat there, taking her sweet time before actually doing anything. With a grumble, frame creaking slightly, she had turned toward Wolf as soon as the con moved to turn away. Her green optics narrowed after. If the steampunk femme turned into a train, she'd plow over Crosshairs as well as Wolf, and that wouldn't do. A sharp puff of an exhale escaped her before she actually moved, barreling right into the taller femme to butt, basically tackle, her off of her friend. She also ignored the protest from Bee, which was about not purposefully getting close to someone who wanted to rip into your plating. She'd had so many repairs already, she almost didn't care.
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 6, 2017 10:20:17 GMT -5
Β Β Β Β Lorraine Solomon.
Β Β Β Β That... was not what he had meant. At all. And yet could he really abandon his comrade to be torn apart by Hilt? The answer was yes- yes he could. He lifted his arm and listened to the whirring of the energy, emitting an EMP blast so strong that he nearly chuckled as he watched Lorra sprawl. She'd been scrambling for her rifle to try and help Crosshairs and the others, but once Blackout took a stand she found herself laying face down on the pavement, grit sticking to skin damp from sweat and now the blood that had somehow bubbled up from her ears. She twisted, catching Blackout from the corner of her eye as he continued away. He had no intent of staying for the fight, nor did he find it appropriate. To turn on those that had quite possibly saved his life mere moments ago. The next time he saw them he would kill them- not this time. Besides- why fight for a keepsake from these autobots when he had one waiting already? He'd tear it off himself and give it to Wolf- he didn't care for the symbolization of it all, he just relished in his ability to hold power over an enemy so completely.
With the larger con leaving, Lorra took this as her cue to get to her hands and knees, then rise uncertainly to her feet. She wobbled, ears ringing and the barrel times of her rifle dragging on the ground with her hunched over posture. Breathing came as a struggle, tugging her gun upright even if her arms felt like lead and she thought she'd sooner drop it than pull the trigger. Thankfully Hilt and Bee were on it- she fell back, sitting with legs crossed and huffing as they hashed it out. Closing her eyes, she felt her temples pulsing and bit back the bile rising in her throats long enough to regain her bearings.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jul 6, 2017 13:15:12 GMT -5
(Jack, Hilt already got to Wolf :'3)
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 6, 2017 13:23:29 GMT -5
(Okay, thats really odd... My phone didnt load that part.)
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 6, 2017 13:37:50 GMT -5
(Right, I'm on PC, I can actually see the whole page now. Uugh, just my luck too, i hate my crappy internet)
ML dug himself out of the ground. Being squashed by Wolf had not been pleasant. "Right, I'm going to kill me a Con" he thought as he dusted himself off. He noticed Wolf was already getting its metal rear plate handed to it on a silver platter. He sat down, and decided just to watch the scene as he began some external repairs
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Post by Tals on Jul 6, 2017 18:22:30 GMT -5
Wolf had managed to grip onto her tomahawk and drag down, massive figure nearly decapitating Crosshairs' arm from the elbow and down, while her other servo reached up and sunk her sharp digits into his faceplate. He snarled in return, using his free servo to fire a bullet into her side before Hilt took over. As soon as she did, the green and black mech tried desperately to get up, only to feel his systems grow haywire before his optics dimmed and helm dropped towards the ground as energon spurted from his dangling arm and his figure shuddered.
"C-ca-a-" his voice crackled, switching between English and Cybertronian as his mouth parted, searching for anything to retrieve a small amount of comfort. Finally caving into the blast, his whole body offlined and his frame dropped onto the ground with dust kicking up around them.
Wolf had screeched when she had been somewhat shot, and then rammed in by Hilt. She sneered, servos raising and body twisting around before she dug her digits into the femme's neck plating and tried to tear at the wires, legs flailing and tiny figure writhing against the heavy weight. As soon as the blast happened, her wings perked up and she head but-ted the femme above her, servo tilting down and wrist exposing a small gun before she attempted to fire. With that done, she wriggled up and out from Hilt before her body launched upwards and transformed, Fox moving over to the autobots in a conflicting manner. He didn't know which one to go to-
"ML! I need you!" He cried out..
Meanwhile, Cade's whole body shook with the blast, body falling over and landing beside Lorra before he attempted to lift himself. "I got yea Crosshairs!" he responded when he believed the mech called for him, his frame falling over and slipping onto his face as the dust settled around in the air and onto his oil covered body. He started to cough, eyes squeezing shut for a moment before he begun to climb over to the mech that had just begun to online his systems.
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 6, 2017 18:46:16 GMT -5
Β Β Β Β Lorraine Solomon.
Β Β Β Β Get up. If she had to tell herself anything, it was to get up. Move. Her rifle dropped uselessly to the ground, and her legs began to move. Barely able to see, her vision blurry, she nearly fell twist in the time it took to get over to one big green arm, grasping onto the armor like a railing and pulling herself up toward the damage. She bypassed it as Cade worked, understanding fully the need for space and the small detail of her not exactly knowing what she was doing. So up to the face she went, hooking her fingers into each little indent she could and holding herself upright. She tried to speak, but all that escaped her was a jumbled up mess of sounds, her efforts failing miserably and finally given up entirely on when she leaned back. Her fingers slipped and and she toppled, only one hand holding her up and even that giving way so that she sat again. Looking at her hands, she saw them shaking and chafed, palms freckled with tiny red dots where the road had scraped off skin. They shook so bad she could barely see the blood at all, so choosing to lift them to the sides of her head and press them over her ringing ears. She hasn't ever had to deal with such a piercing sound before, especially one so unexpected and holding to it the very physical aspect that had launched her ten feet. "Ss- he akay?" She finally managed the poorly voiced question, voice raised far louder than necessary to be heard. Gritting her teeth, she pulled her knees up to her chest and covered her ears, pressing her forehead to her knees. Her face was flushed hot from the blood that now wet her hands, face throbbing and heart a thunderous staccato in her chest somehow muted by the high pitches wailing in her ears. Her shoulders shook and she gave a sob, incapable of putting forward the energy to stopping the hot salty tears that squeezed out from between her tightly closed eyelids.
It hurt to even breath. Her prior anxiety attack was nothing compared to what she felt now, half tempted to punch herself in the head trying to get her own functions normalized. Slumping sideways, she felt her shoulder press up against warm metal and took that as her best comfort, watery eyes opening and knees dropping so that she could see ahead of her. She watched Cade work, hoping to absorb some of his concentrated focus and forced calm as she sat and recovered. Looking mildly better, she still kept her hands tightly pressed over her ears, scared that once the ringing stop every little sound would trigger this highly unwelcome and mildly foreign pain again.
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Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 6, 2017 18:54:38 GMT -5
(Its Crosshair who is busted right? If not, I'll just edit this)
"You aren't looking so good pal" said ML as he ran up, arm morphing into a welding torch. His eyes flashed green quickly, then returned to their usual blue. He placed two fingers on Crosshairs forehead, removed them a second later, then started piecing him back together, his hands morphed into various tools as he worked to get him back online. "Worst case scenario, i just rebuild him... Like with her" ML thought as he worked.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jul 6, 2017 19:03:44 GMT -5
Hilt clenched her jaw as her plating tore, feeling digits cut at her wiring. She didn't get to do much else before Wolf departed and transformed. Clenching her jaw, she grunted, unable to do anything for a second due to the blast. Bee was quicker to recover, stumbling over and helping her up. Once they both were up, Bee whistled sharply upon noticing Crosshairs. What a shame they couldn't go after his attacker though. Watching the Decepticons retreat, the yellow mech warbled softly before turning back to his friends, far more concerned for the wounded paratrooper. He listened when the femme beside him said to let Cade, and ML, handle it. With much hesitation, he did as told for once, only settling down where he was. Hilt did the same, ignoring her own damage for now, with wrenched plating and sparking, dripping wires. For now though, it wasn't too serious. She wasn't in nearly as much trouble as Crosshairs was, so she could wait. As they left Cade to his work, she looked over to hear Bumblebee, who was looking toward where Blackout and Wolf left too, mask closed down over his faceplates to conceal whatever expression he currently had. He was tempted to go after the two cons, Hilt could tell, but knew the only thing keeping him from doing so was that it would be a guaranteed suicide mission.
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Post by Tals on Jul 6, 2017 19:04:06 GMT -5
yah- you got it right mah guy
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Cade was rasping for air as the dust tried to settle, his hands shaking as he worked. His own shirt was cut up and fresh cuts formed over his biceps and down his chest. His eyes were narrowed, listening to Lorra as he gave a shrug. His shoulders shifted, soon making room for ML to work beside him. "Thanks bud," he breathed to the Autobot, his hands helping fuse the wiring as Crosshairs' let out sputtering coughs from his vents and mouth. HIs faceplate was scratched pretty bad, the metal torn and another layer of metal revealed below to protect the soft wires from being torn ever further.
"For Primus' sake," Crosshairs cursed in English, his accent coming out and optics online-ing. His helm lifted slowly upwards, looking at Lorra. Slowly his optics dimmed and his hollowform appeared in place beside her. His arm was mangled, and his own face was cut up. Slowly, he brought her into the expanse of his chest as best as he could, chin on her head and looking at those working on his arm. "I'm sorry lass- I didn't mean to scare yea."
Fox settled beside Hilt and Bee, his servos clenched together as he was forcing himself to intake calming breaths through his vents. However, he was in the same boat as Bee. His helm turned to look at him, soon looking back at Blackout and Wolf before he let his wings expand before snapping back as taut as they could go. "Next time," he spoke softly to Bee, gently nudging the mech before tilting his helm away. His audio receivers twitched, angling downwards and moving as though ears were being flattened and he glared at the ground.
"I'm sorry she hit you two," he apologized to the duo softly then, his optics softening their gaze as he stared at the ground. "I should've stopped her when she moved."
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 6, 2017 19:19:50 GMT -5
"Try to stay as still as possible, otherwise you wont stay online for very long" said ML, as he untangled his hand from a bunch of internal wires. Some sections he had to remove and replace entirely due to severe damage, while others only needed minor repairs. His smaller size allowed him to make much more precise repairs in difficult locations to reach. After several minutes, he took a step back as his hands turned back to normal. "So good news is, you're not dead. Your insides are okay, but the bad news is your outer plating is permenantly damaged. I welded most of it back together, but I'll need to completely reforge it in order to make it strong again. So try not to get hit on the welding lines, those are the most likely places for your armor to fail" said ML, as he scrubbed energon off his hands
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jul 6, 2017 19:36:24 GMT -5
Bumblebee's wings twitched, angling downward as Fox settled down with him and Hilt. When the other mech spoke, he only nodded his helm slightly. "Yeah. Next time- for sure." He still looked away and off into the distance, yet he still listened in when Hilt spoke. "What is beyond me," she grunted "Was why you tried to talk with that psychotic sibling of yours at all today." Truce or not, they were still enemies. Sure, Hilt didn't have or would ever know what it was like to have a sibling, but that still was no excuse honestly. At her words, Bee lightly bumped her shoulder, chirping softly in protest at her annoyance. He glanced over at Fox, expression still hidden behind his mask, but his helm was tilted slightly to the side for a moment before turning away again. At least one of them wasn't chewing Fox out on his slow response to the short fight. His attention was then drawn to ML as the smaller mech spoke up the results of Crosshairs' condition. Bumblebee let out a long whir of relief, his wings twitching a few times and his mask retracting. At least some good came from the situation. Looking over at Hilt, he saw her expression remain casual, yet he knew that she was also relieved to hear that the green paratrooper wasn't going to die or anything.
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 6, 2017 20:22:11 GMT -5
Lorraine Solomon.
The was a model damsel in distress, wasn't she? Yea, well, that didn't mean she needed saving. What she needed was an ice pack and a full night's sleep because this whole taking two-hour naps every four or five hours wasn't going to work out anymore. Her stress levels were through the roof and now sh had cuts, bumps, and bruises. She was literally bleeding from the ears and Corsairs's holoform- or whatever it was- appeared, she recoiled on contact and took a moment far too long trying to figure out who was with her. She offered a fake smile, trying to read his lips given how muffled his voice was. But on the bright side, she totally understood the relieved faces and positive gestures being passed around. Her own relief didn't last long though, the relative safety accompanied by her own dumb decision to check her hands. Once her cleared vision saw the red there, she turned and tried getting back up. She nearly fell over a few times, but eventually, she got herself up, found her bearings, and sought out her abandoned medical bag.
This she knew. She could focus. She'd been at a refinery- she'd had to pull a pipe from a man's skull and sew the wound shut. Reminding herself multiple times that the image projected of Crosshairs wasn't actually real, she hobbled her way over to Cade and immediately pulled at the tears in his shirt, checking injuries and wiping off energon goup. "Sorry. Sorry." She murmured more to herself than Cade, trying to get her job done and out of the way. He was the only other human scratched up, so unfortunately he had to deal with her pestering before she sat down and subjugated herself to her own cruel treatments of antiseptics and cleaning. "Thank you," She didn't dare title ML, worried she'd get his name wrong and insult the very being that possibly just saved her new friend from dying. "Can uh... skin graph?" She tried, a frustrated look on her face and hands flicking around before her as she tried to find the words without slurring.
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Post by Tals on Jul 6, 2017 21:07:42 GMT -5
For one long moment, Crosshairs' holoform could only stare at ML as the words reached his ears. He didn't even budge when Lorra moved, his eyes focused on his large Cybertronian arm before looking at his own. The figure patched itself up, the figure and motions of what ML had done finally shown up on his artificial skin and he saw the massive hypertrophic scar that stretched out and he gave a quiet sigh. His hand raised, rubbing his face before tenderly using his once damaged arm. "Thanks bud," he told ML softly before his figure rose up and blue eyes following Lorra and Cade carefully. His holoform soon fizzled away as time passed, the mech simply lying there and looking up at the sky.
Cade meanwhile, had turned to look at her when she begun to pester him, and actually move and tug at his shirt...?! His eyes widened, hands gently folding over her wrists after a bit and saying, "Hey hey, I'm alright. You aren't." When he was practically recovered from goop, his figure moved over to sit down beside her. Instead, his hands carefully gripped at her wrists and moved to pull a piece of his shirt (in one of the clean spots mind you), and ripped the fabric. His eyes halflidded, wrapping her hands up as he listened and offered a soft, "Theyre called Holoforms." His brows furrowed, working on just simply wrapping up her hands before he somewhat turned to look at the group.
"I still have hope for the femme that used to be growing up beside me y'know," Fox responded to Hilt a bit saltily bitterly, his optics searching the ground before his wings visibly relaxed at the news. His helm tilted then, looking at Bee and Hilt with a new gleam within his optics and his lip plating curved into a heavy frown. "I can still feel her emotions inside my spark link- its something you cant ever get rid of, and despite the fact we're always fighting, we still have the need to live. If one died, the other would be virtually weak. Even if we don't like to admit it, we still need each other- its why we cant have spark mates or whatever that thing is.." He then huffed, optics turning over to the side and chin in his servo. "I still try to search for the her before this whole love fiasco."
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Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 6, 2017 21:26:08 GMT -5
"No problem" said ML, giving a slight head nod. "Crosshair.exe successfully copied" he thought, storing the data he had obtained into a long term storage file. He turned to Lorraine and Cade and flashed his eyes green. Then, in Cades voice said "I am ML. My apologies for using your voice, but i dont exactly speak english, its a long story. Anyways, if either of you need any medical assistance, I can perform various operations" he said.
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 6, 2017 21:26:24 GMT -5
Β Β Β Β Lorraine Solomon.
Β Β Β Β She thought she was okay, but being told that she wasn't did in fact put a damper on her optimistic musings. Nonetheless, she held her hands still as they were seen to, only moving so that she could wipe at her face and ears with a mildly petrified expression. She could hear better, thankfully, so going deaf was out of the question for now. Getting to her feet once taken care of, she pressed a hand to her stomach and frowned, able to feel skin beneath her torn shirt. She could sew it together easily enough, but she was still butthurt that it had happened. "I'm okay." She answered Cade with a little breath of forced calmness. She didn't get up again until she trusted her legs enough not to topple over, moving right back near Crosshairs where she'd been earlier. Only this time she moved gingerly, throwing her arms out and slumping forward across the warmly plated throat. "I'm... gonna be a scarf." She grumbled to no one in particular, her head rolling forward and hair tumbling toward the ground. Didn't particularly bother her- she just wanted to stay by her friend, of whom seemed to get the brunt of everything lately. She'd take the blame for that: thus far she seemed to be a bad luck charm and the harder time he had, the worse she felt.
Lifting a tired arm up like she were patting around for an alarm clock, she found the battered face of the mech and stretched her arm over it, patting lightly with one cloth-bound hand. "didn't die." The best encouragement she could give right now. Any other attempt at conversation was lost on her- her mind was a sludge of incomprehensible thoughts and feelings, mainly distress, anxiety, and motherly concern- the last of which she hadn't felt in some time, but she now found herself having just forced on Cade with her medicinally inclined antics. Lifting her head as the blood rushing to it wasn't at all welcome, she turned and rested her temple on what she thought was his chin, arm folded and acting like her pillow. The toes of her boots scraped the ground and eventually did she slide off, nested in the crook of his neck like a happy little kitten who struggled with cleaning her skin of all the little pieces of grit and smears of dirt.
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Post by Tals on Jul 6, 2017 21:46:41 GMT -5
Cade smiled to ML, though tiredly, and the man gently set his hand on the mech's shoulder. "Its fine," he murmured, soon shaking his head. "I'll be alright, though I think we have a couple people who would... Want to sleep more than anything," Cade's southern drawl came out. His figure slowly shifted, climbing down and landing onto the concrete ground. He shuffled off to the side, scavenging in the surrounding area for anything of use. He looked tired, and a bit older than he actually was, and continued his way on through the area before giving a little huff of breath through his nose.
Crosshairs was still, his vents whirring by the soft fluttering of his fans located within his frame and armor. A smile formed on his faceplate- although it hurt like heck- and his optics visibly offlined as he simply listened to the sounds about him. "Yeah... I didn't die now did I?" he mused in agreement softly, body tensing up when she seemed like she was falling and sliding. However, once she settled down into the curve of his neck and throat, he slowly raised his servo, and made sure not to damage the part that had been wielded together. Slowly, his elbow bent and his servo carefully acted as a cover for her frame.
It was to keep the sun off of her, and it was also as a reassurance that the crazy Decepticon fem didn't have any second thoughts and swoop back around. "I'll always have ye back lass... Don't forget it."
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jul 6, 2017 21:59:46 GMT -5
Hilt looked unimpressed with Fox's explanation. "She seems the type to only attempt reconciliation with her last breath," she decided simply "So her chances are better for whatever comes after her death." The old femme stared over at Cade when he looked over, studying him for a moment before looking down at a dusty, bronze servo. "I pity the journey you think you need to take," she spoke to Fox, getting up from her spot. Her frame groaned slightly with each movement, a sigh escaping her. "And if I find out she kills one of our own due to your hesitation," she added as she walked away from Fox "I will pull out your Spark, rip off your crest and keep it so your sister doesn't even get to have it." The steampunk femme walked over to Cade, looking down at him for a moment. "I'm going to take an early leave," she stated simply, green optics staring down at the inventor "Never intended to stay for long anyway. Plus I already need a break from that tool over there." She jabbed a thumb over at Fox when she said the word "tool." Hilt looked over at Bumblebee, who warbled softly as he looked over at her. She smiled slightly before turning away. Stopping by Crosshairs, she prodded his side with ped, saying with another small smile "It'll be a shame if, more so when, that mouth of yours gets you killed." With that, she then proceeded to crouch and transform. The bronze train wailed as the horn sounded, wheels rolling as she simply... left. It was typical of Hilt though, to only stay for short periods of time. She was like a big, metal power-up. Only seemed to pop up in difficult situations, and vanished when all was calm. Bumblebee watched her go, wings angling downward in slight disappointment.
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