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Post by Starflight on Jul 9, 2017 22:23:56 GMT -5
Karou was driving around in the desert, his tracks throwing up dust as he moved. He had been searching for Decepticons for a few days now, but was unable to find anyone. Sighing, he decided to stop at an abandoned shack he saw up ahead of him. As he slowed to a halt, dust clouds everywhere, he began to transform back into his original form. The sounds of the gears and metal parts clicking and whirring were slightly muffled by the dirt caking them. He stood and walked up to the shack, resting his hand on the roof and looking out into the distance. Just as he expected, there was nothing for miles. Just hills of dry dirt. Sighing again, he turned to sit and weigh his options, when he picked up a weak broadcast. He couldn't make out too much of what was being said, but he could tell it was coming from a Decepticon. "Stupid receivers. Too caked in dirt to actually be useful." He muttered, knocking himself in the back of the head a few times, which cleared the signal enough to make out the location. Transforming back into his alt form and throwing dirt everywhere, he began heading towards the coordinates. After driving for a couple of hours, the dirt was patchily populated by grass and various weeds, and he picked up the signal again, much clearer this time. He confirmed what he heard last time. It was in fact coming from a Decepticon, and he heard the coordinates correctly, which was nearby. What he didn't hear the first time, however, was that there are Autobots nearby. "Autobots? Out here?" He thought. That was more than he would be comfortable taking on alone, even from a safe distance. With that many, a safe distance doesn't remain safe for long once you're discovered. As part of a group, though...
Karou adjusted course slightly. The dust must be throwing off his systems. Or maybe he's just getting old. Either way, his navigation systems weren't quite what they once were back in his glory days. After driving for a few more minutes, he noticed a helicopter flying in place in the sky. "That must be the Decepticon." he thought. He ran through the helicopter Decepticons he knew of. Grindor was dead, so it had to be Blackout. Karou sent a message out to Blackout on the communications channel while he drove towards him. "Blackout, I've received your signal, and I'm moving towards your location, due south. Eta ten minutes. How many Decepticons are with you?" he asked, hopeful.
((Sorry it took so long. I got distracted))
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jul 9, 2017 23:20:17 GMT -5
Bumblebee whistled lowly as the distress call was picked up by his audio receivers, helm turning to ML with slight curiosity. Just as he was about to suggest heading over to the location the coordinates stated, Cade mentioned how it all seemed off. Wings angling downward, he warbled in agreement. As much as he wanted to investigate, the whole idea had a suspicious air to it. And, Fox's report just added to the offputting idea of whatever caused commotion. His blue optics shifted around, chirping softly as he saw nothing. He also paid close attention to Cade, feeling the usual need to keep him safe. As the inventor helped Lorra over to Crosshairs, he finally spoke up. "Someone- keep watch? Keep an- eye out?" He wanted to suggest someone go take a I look around, having a feeling that Fox didn't see everything. He made the suggestion curiously, mostly expecting a yes in response anyway. That, and it was more of a confirmation of what was going to happen either way. It wasn't like every member of the group could sleep anyway, and one of the "stronger" members wasn't in the best condition either. And if something was out there, possibly even nearer than they'd like, it would be best, and also common sense, to keep an eye out just in case something decided to jump them. It wasn't like anyone would be getting much rest or ease after hearing the distress call.
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 10, 2017 10:24:56 GMT -5
I finally found my old picture of ML
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 10, 2017 10:50:02 GMT -5
"Humans have made those fake Cybertronians, and those pack a greater punch than your average bullet" countered ML. "But theres too many wrong things about that message to ignore. For one, theres no declaration of a side their on. Two, thats an open broadcast, even humans could pick it up. Whoever it is, wants help badly enough to risk capture and/or disassembly. I have very little clue as to what exactly the whole situation is, but I don't think we can ignore this" said ML. Also, technically, you're not my commanding officer, so I can check this out anyways he thought, but thought it wise to not mention aloud
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Post by Tals on Jul 10, 2017 11:58:41 GMT -5
"Yes Bee, we are keeping watch," Cade informed the yellow mech, finding a perch near him as he turned his attention back to ML. His gaze was hard and set, body tensed up and shifting the weapon slightly as he stared him down. Listening- yes, but did he want to do it? No. His word was final, as Prime's order was set that Cade was somewhat in charge while he was off. He was the man that was supposed to keep the Autobots together, and to make sure nothing happened to them. So why take unnecessary risks such as this?
"For the last time, no," his voice wasn't in a growl, or in any warning tone but it was that kind of sweet voice that alerted that he was beyond his temper limit. "It could very well be a trap and I'm not going to risk the orders of Optimus Prime because you want to investigate something. Humans could have set that up, or even decepticons and I'm not going in when all of us are still trying to avoid unnecessary risks, damn it! Why cant you understand that?!" His voice rose and it was deep like an angry father scolding his child.
Hearing Cade bark was something Fox couldn't get used to- his body jolting slightly as he stood behind Bee and looked at the arguing little ML and Cade. His audio receivers pricked, his optics turning to ML. "Bee is right, a watch is the best choice. In the morning, we can investigate the ruins," Fox's calmer voice seemed to calm the still brewing Cade, his head tilted and figure leaning against Bee's armor as he himself opted to help take watch.
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Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 10, 2017 13:56:34 GMT -5
"Now i know why Jack never enlisted. Too many idiots in command" ML thought. "Okay" said ML, turning around in a complete 180, and walking away. "Later then. I cant stand a massacre. Its why i try to prevent them. I'll see you around i guess. If i find anything like survivors, intel, or an enemy soldier that can be interrogated, I'll let you know" said ML as he gave a jaunty wave. "Huh. Shoulda done that years ago. Mighta made some progress" he thought. Trap or not, people were in trouble, and he didnt like the thought of staying behind just because of "orders" he wasnt even required to follow.
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 10, 2017 17:56:41 GMT -5
Lorraine Solomon.
Lorra's eyebrows lifted, a spark of awareness lighting sleep glazed navy irises as Cade's frustrations mounted. Automatically, she raised her arm as he took her elbow- she felt oddly like an admonished child, letting him tug her forward though the look she cast him was questioning. Her eyes turned toward the massive servo lowered for her, lifting her leg and stepping gingerly into it. Sitting down so as to keep her balance, she kept her legs tucked neatly beside her, wrapping her fingers around one metal digit as best she could. Her head tipped up, finding that looking up was better than down as the ground got farther and farther away and her stomach began to churn. Once comfortably raised and situated, her dark eyes found Cade again, lips pressed thin. As an EMT, her instinct was to help. But if everything was dead, she couldn't help buit to agree that nearing whatever had first caused the disturbance wasn't in their best interest. "You're an Autobot." She reminded her guardian with a vague tinge of amusement, lifting a fist to her lips in vague attempt to hide yet another yawn. She was terrible with mornings- she'd be silently crying within the next hour just from trying to hold her yawns in and probably nodding off less she dunked her head in a bucket of ice water.
"Onward and upward, I guess." She muttered to herself, coming into agreement with Cade and figuring they may as well ignore the nuisance for now. What use was it putting themselves at risk of everything was already dead? Unfortunately ML seemed to think otherwise, and her navy eyes followed him as he left. To every man his own, she supposed. She just hoped he'd stay safe- robot or not, a life was still a life.
Ironhide.
Ah. So that's why he looked familiar. And yet, now that his curiosity was satisfied, he couldn't bring himself to particularly care. Long as it wasn't in a fight than he was fine. Feeling oddly out of proportion in size to the two smaller beings- he was used to being in the company of Optimus after all- Ironhide turned his sights on the curls of smoke unfurling into the sky: a human camp, if he had to guess. "H-here we go..." His voice fizzled and popped like a carbonated drink, bubbling with static and wavering with every word. Frustration had him beating a fist against his chassis yet again, dust spraying from between each crack and rust flaking off on his servo. Cybertronian cancer, if he said so himself. Parts shifted and groaned, easing unspectacularly back and not the dented and dusty van with an engine that choked and coughed as it found a steady pace weaving along the cracked road. Speeding up until his entire frame wobbled and shook, he decided that this simply wouldn't do. So in his drive he turned into an old car lot, weaving among the rows of parked cars- never to be bought. And there she waited, fit between a silver and white model. It was his old GMC Topkick c4500, the only difference this time being that it was a 6x6 and the red a dark sparkling red with the exception of a black hood. Parking in front of it, blue light scanned the vehicle. Old rusty red paint flaked off in place of the new and shinier crimson, metal twisting and expanding. His favorite feature of himself- the wondrous side effects to changing his alt. Now his engine purred throatily and he felt every function running smoothly. It was like he'd taken a shower, shaved, and gotten a haircut- he felt like an entirely new version of himself!
Pulling from the parking lot, his six tires rotating with each gained spurt of speed, he spoke with a voice now smooth and uninterrupted, the same low octave as to what it had used to be. "I have ten years of he|| giving to make up for." Mildly irked that he was still somehow the slowest vehicle, he found himself trusting in Hot Rod and Chromia to guide him the right direction, crimson and obsidian alt following in their wake though he'd happily pull forward and knock aside any obstacles in his path.
Blackout.
"Blackout, I've received your signal, and I'm moving towards your location, due south. Eta ten minutes. How many Decepticons are with you?" Karou's question alerted the larger Con to his presence, low and guttural tone responding: "Blackout acknowledges. Present: Wolf. Other Decepticons inbound." A menacing grown as the nose of the helicopter tipped downward, slowly lowering to near in height to that of the jet below. A few minutes passed, and then: "Autobot signals detected. Count: three. Four kilometers south of known enemies." Two groups- the larger, with one small signal splitting off, and the smaller- which were travelling, it seemed, nearly parallel to the group he'd laid his sights on. Weariness nagged at him, the thought of taking on the two groups once merged not at all appealing to the battle-weary Decepticon. He was apprehensive even to take on the larger group- the trio, now that Karou had joined them, seemed far more manageable- especially with Wolf's fixation on her brother clouding her priorities. He was tempted to bring it up every now and then, but knowing himself well enough that he wouldn't want to deal with the drama of it, he never really bothered.
What even was it that he wanted to say? Before you admit yourself to a quest of revenge, make sure you've dug two graves. She was so utterly intent on destroying her brother that she failed to acknowledge what it had done to her along the way. Sometimes the best revenge was moving on, but he failed to see how she'd take that any way other than poorly.
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Post by Starflight on Jul 10, 2017 19:08:35 GMT -5
Just two Decepticons. Karou was hoping for at least a small group, not a pair. Still, he felt more comfortable knowing that he wasn't alone anymore. "Should I continue to your position, or move to cut them off and prevent the two groups from joining? A larger group of Autobots is dangerous, but so is alerting either group of our position and intention." Karou asked. "Why is there another group? There shouldn't be this many in such a remote area. Maybe there's something important here. This couldn't be their main base..." he thought. Either way, this could potentially be a dangerous situation, with so few Decepticons to fight them. Karou slowed slightly to wait for Blackout's reply.
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Post by Tals on Jul 10, 2017 23:28:35 GMT -5
Cade felt so absolutely tired of everything. His mind was worn and exercised to the point that he felt ancient. Dont get him wrong, he loved working with the autobots and helping them fight for the good cause, but he felt so used and beaten down that he just wanted to roll over and die. His hands raised, rubbing his face before he mumbled a, "Be safe ML.." to the mech. He didnt wish anyone really ill will. Even if it was a small disagreement; his attention was brought bak to Crosshairs and his companion, the mech having carefully settled Lorra in a safe place upon his armor before taking position to help keep watch.
"That i am lass," Crosshairs purred out in confirmation. His armor was emitting heat, his vents pushing out soft whirrs od breath to cool down his systems- and unknowingly keep Lorra cool. His helm tilted towards her after a few more moments, optic ridge arching upwards in a curious manner. "Didn't get enough recharge eh?"
It was amusing really- despite having lived with Cade for about five years after the first incident with him, he still used Cybertronian terminology for human things. Recharge for sleep, sparkling for a baby or a child, and probably more. He still was trying to grasp the concept of the fact that human femmes were soft and squishy, compared to that of their cybertronian counterparts. Not saying that they couldnt be soft and squishy- but it was commonly found on a human instead. And various sizes by the heavens dont get him started on trying to identify which human was a male or a female.
Chromia and Hot Rod eagerly moved out after him, seeming to find interest in the object that was on flames outside. Hot Rod transformed into his expensive Lamborghini, trailing on ahead while Chromia took her sweeter time to make sure no one would come up for a surprise attack on Ironhide. Her alt was small- just like Hot Rod, but it appeared to be a bit more compact and a little older for a sports vehicle. It looked brand new however- like the owner had taken great care of the vehicle. It was a blue Aston Martin DB11, and her little engine sped on ahead becore the duo came to a slow for Ironhide to keep up.
Upon hearing the crisp and clear voice, a little purr suddenly pulsed from Chromia's engine (involuntarily), and she answered with, "Then lets show you off huh?" Her alt moced forward then, Hot Rod immediately falling into place beside her and engine revving with excitement. A fight for the first time in a while- and with two of Cybertron's best warriors!
Wolf was listening to the channel link, silent the whole while. She didn't really care to put in her two cents- she didnt need to. What she was thinking about however was the fact that she was lucky enough to make it out that day. If it hadnt been for Blackout she was probably sure that Hilt femme would've gotten to her- or worse, Fox.
Revenge was something she hadn't planned on consuming her. Blackout was right- even if she didn't physically hear it from the larger mech. She knew down somewhere inside her that once she achieved her goal, there was nothing else for her to do. It was a tricky balance, and one she didn't maintain. So while the fact her main focus should have been fighting Fox and moreso handling the Decepticon Cause with all of her spark as she promised her lover, she didnt. She let her rage and temper consume her very being rhat she didnt think about what was going to happen afterwards.
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2017 8:35:23 GMT -5
When ML was a few paces away from Cade, Dusk dropped out of the sky, landing straight on top of him. "Bullseye!" Dusk cheered, raising her hands into the air. "You cant leave just yet, there is sooo much more i need from you" she said. As she picked up ML from off the ground, she thrust her fingers inside his chest and pulled out a small glowing stone. ML went limp as his eyes went dark. "Welp, that solves that. You arent leaving, i have a shiney, life is awesome. Could use some pretzels though, i wonder where i could find a really big pretzel... And dipping sauce" she said, suddenly looking around. She looked at ML, then tossed him over her shoulder with a shrug.
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 11, 2017 20:45:57 GMT -5
Β Β Β Β Lorraine Solomon.
Β Β Β Β Even from this height, Lorra could see Cade down below up until his head turned and face uplifted. She frowned down at him, brows pinching and a glimmer of motherly concern glinting in her dark eyes. She offered a thumbs up and a questioning look, her way of silently asking whether or not he was okay. Satisfied for the time being, she gave a melodramatic yawn and let her body slump, flipping lazily over the high green collar-like armor that usually kept her from harassing his face while he worked. Slumping down now that she was comfortably pressed in the crevice there, her legs poked out and she looked like a kitten caught between two walls, loose wavy curls catching here and there and forcing her to sit up before she found herself stuck to the side of his face permanently. "It doesn't matter if I sleep for a month, I yawn a lot in the mornings." As if to punctuate her words, she gave yet another little yawn, biting back a majority of it to the point that a pinprick of water could be seen at the corner of each eye. A drawn out sigh was exhaled through her nose, her vantage point so high above the others now alerting her to the possibility of a new, possibly very real threat. The sound was faint, the soft whining only familiar to her from her time with her high school sweetheart. "Sounds like a drag race." It was the squeal of engines- loud, high pitched- much like the drag cars she'd usually say passenger to in her teenage years. Due to the louder and higher pitched tones of the speeding vehicles, she failed to notice the third lower rumble muffled by them- knowing it was only a pair, well she felt justified in her concerns.
She nearly jumped out of her skin as an open communications channel buzzed to life, in filtering a low voice she failed to recognize: "Calling all Autobots, A confused glance, her lips pursing as she listened to the deceptively baritone voice continue. Ironhide inbound to signal of distress." she'd heard the name once from Crosshairs, and for a moment anxiety twisted in her belly. She assumed a friend given what he had said, but she worried more for the fact of any other cybertronian appearance.
Blackout.
"Don't let them make contact, Karou. Converge on the Autobots." A hasty decision, one he felt necessary as he found himself lowering himself below the rooftops of the tallest buildings, nearing the multicolored vehicles that had kicked it into high gear with Hot Rod speeding ahead and the other two hanging back as the fat crimson Topkick struggled to maintain speed. Get in, kill the trio, get out. The previous group he and Wolf had met getting even larger simply wasn't an option. Yet as he neared, his armor unfolding and reforming into the massive con that now free fell toward the truck and it's smaller Aston Martin counterpart. He half expected it to be easy until the truck burst apart the moment he grazed the black painted roof, a shocked snarl emitting from the larger gray figure that found himself sailing overhead, slamming into the ground and rolling. What had even happened? The truck's front end was clicking back into place, unphased from his efforts.
"Blackout."
Oh, he hadn't heard that voice in a long time. Standing upright, the rotor adorning one hand began to spin, forming on one servo a weapon that cut apart anything in it's path. And yet the truck kept coming, undaunted by the blatant threat before him. "Ironhide!" Energonized saliva dribbled from what could be considered the mouth of the big Decepticon, fat pedes leaving torn up cement in the form of imprints and he rushed forward. A small missile shot forward, the big con throwing his weight forward after it and hoping vainly to at least keep the three distracted long enough for Wolf and Karou to get their shots in and eliminate the threat before it became one. Had he known that he was dealing with Ironhide and Chromia together he may have backed down- but it seemed a little late for that now, didn't it?
Ironhide.
A quick turn sideways had the missile sailing over the bed of his alt, red and black plating breaking apart and reforming within a matter of seconds. Thrown sideways through the air, he came down on one hip, legs knocking Blackout's pedes from underneath him and bringing the con to his level. The discharge from Ironhide's canons shattered glass and sprayed gray painted pieces of metal and energon, Blackout's howl resonating as his massive figure jerked and flailed back. A raised arm had the rotating blades adorning his right servo glancing off the unusually thick armor, Ironhide pulling himself upright and tearing up a lamp post on his way. He used it like a weak bat- cracking it over the back of the Con's head . "Punk." The red mech spat, unafraid as always regardless of the ten feet of vantage height Blackout had on him. "You were my friend," Blackout retorted lowly. "Traitor." His sharp digits grasped onto crimson metal, lifting Ironhide and throwing him the hardest he possibly could. The mech sailed, body hitting into the side of a low-lying building and busting apart it's uppermost levels as he was kicked over it's roof and thrown into the next street.
He grunted, huffing hot air from his vents as he pulled himself up. A grumble of annoyance, pulling his legs beneath him and rising. Stupid Decepticons. Granted he'd been the one to go investigate trouble- also he wasn't in the least bit upset. He'd been craving this worse than a human itching for nicotine. He even gave a low huff of laughter, amusement bubbling beneath his armor.
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Post by Tals on Jul 11, 2017 23:28:11 GMT -5
Fox watched Dusk for one long moment, helm tilted inquisitively before he gave a little flick of his wings. "That shiny aint for you," he stated seriously. His voice was devoid of emotion, figure shifting and arms crossing over his chasis as he seemed to think in a manner of seriousness. In any case, it was true. That shiny was ML's.
Cade turned his head then when he heard Lorra's comment, his eyes scanning the area as his ears pricked enough for him to pick up the whirring engines. "Interesting. I suppose some would continue on with life just as before," he mused. If only he could be that f-
The alertness in Crosshairs' body position was enough to cause Cade a sudden shift. He couldn't really hear what was said, but seeing the mech straighten and hrow serious was enough to send shivers down his spine. Cade gripped Bee's plating, searching the distance with eagerness in hopes to find out who was coming. Perhaps it was Optimus? Had his own mission been fruitful?
"Aye ye freckin' laousy piece of me'all!" Crosshairs gleefully exclaimed in a playful banter to his comlink, seeming to greet Ironhide like an old war pal. "What's gottin' you alive and sparkin? A full rechargeof a couple eons? Or did the ol' urge to fight cons get yea?" His body position changed, making sure not to hurt Lorra as he moved about to check scanners of the surrounding area. Perhaps he could pick up their locatiob- but the voice sounded a little frizzled. This indicated a faraway signal...
The willingness to help bring down an autobot that probably should have rusted out long ago was bright with Wolf. She was well aware of Hot Rod's position, but her scanners failed to pick up Chromia's figure. Her little body had swooped underneath a building, curving up and racing on the concrete as Wolf opted to get in the chance to try and snuff at Ironhide.
The Decepticon's frame transformed mid air, claws out and readying her lunge on the maroon and black mech when her body was slammed from the front. Chromia's figure had transformed just in time, having leapt over Ironhide and a snarl escaping into the air. In her servos was a giant iron war hammer, which had connected with the enemy femme's gut and sent her sprawling backwards before Chromia landed on equal footing.
"Sorry sweetspark, he's taken," Chromia announced to Wolf before she herself ended up taking a few lunging pedesteps forward. Wolf didn't really have enough reaction timing from the smaller femme's swing, so she opted to roll out of the way instead and swipe at her legs. The screeching of metal on metal filled the air, Wolf clawing her way up as Chromia dropped her hammer and returned to using hand to hand combat instead. It was then she was geipping wrists and fighting back a tomahawk that was trying to bite at her neck.
"Do you really think you can outsmart me autobot?" Wolf sneered at her.
Arching an optic ridge, a little snort came out in a vent as Chromia headbutted the femme and knocked her back. This gave her enough time to snatch her hammer and heft it up, saying, "It appears that my reputation has failed to reach you Wolf- or might i remind you of all the times I've kicked your aft in sparring?"
A low growl escaped Wolf then. It seemed it was going to be a bigger challenge than expected.
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Post by Starflight on Jul 11, 2017 23:28:31 GMT -5
"Acknowledged. Moving to engage." Karou changed course to get within range of the Autobots. There was a parking garage at the end of the street he was on that would give him an unobstructed view of the Autobots. It was at a safe distance, still within his comfortable engagement range. He neared the parking garage, and metal groaned as he transformed and leapt towards it. He dug his left hand into the concrete of the upper floor and used the tracks on his legs to push himself onto the roof. He took his usual position, allowing him to back into cover quickly at the slightest sign of retaliation, but still being stable enough to accurately fire at longer distances. He looked down the gun's old sight, hard to reach dirt caking the very edges of the glass, but not seriously impeding vision. Karou was in time to see Blackout throw an Autobot over a building, but didn't have line of fire to finish the job. "I don't have line of fire on him, you finish him off. I'll hold the other two in place until Wolf comes to back you up." He said, aiming the complex German sights. They were quite different to get used to, but he had become used to them, even preferring them over more modern tank sights. Estimating the height of the Aston Martin, he aimed a little over 1 mil above Chromia's as she stopped. Even if he missed this shot, the follow up shot after she transforms almost certainly wouldn't fail to do the job. "Your pretty head is mine, Autobot." He muttered, stabilizing his aim. "Now, die for me." The massive shock wave from the supersonic 8.8 cm round threw up dirt and litter around him and pushed him back a few feet, a powerful feeling he had grown to love. However, what would have been a killing shot put a crater in the concrete where Chromia was seconds before she transformed to intercept Wolf. "Tch. Lucky timing..." He said to himself, reloading his gun. He couldn't risk a shot at her at this range with her and Wolf grappling. He would have to move in closer after he took care of Hot Rod. "...but you've left your comrade by himself in the open." Using the same aiming position he used for Chromia, he aimed at Hot Rod. "No sudden moves, Autobot. Let's make this quick and painful." Another shock wave blasted the air around Karou as the second shot left the barrel.
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Post by Starflight on Jul 11, 2017 23:29:23 GMT -5
((Wait, let me edit my post since I posted second.))
((Done))
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Post by Tals on Jul 12, 2017 0:00:26 GMT -5
I had looketh before i was supposdd to //insert eye emoji here//
Lol I'll give you a quick response hun before i hit the hay))
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Post by Tals on Jul 12, 2017 0:06:46 GMT -5
Hot Rod was a general for a reason. The reason being? He was alert. Like Ironhide, he was well aware of the casualties that could possibly lay, and his optic ridges rose when he saw the crater form from the shot that had just so happened to be where Chromia had been.
His helm snapped, looking where it had come from and body slowly making his way over to the mech that had opted to reveal his position. Zig zagging slightly, his body twisted and rotated, the weight of the cannon grazing his side and causing plating to fly off and the rest flare up into a burnt color. Sparks flew, and a sense of anger arose. His servos went out, producing a weapon much like a bow and arrow and taking aim as he hefted up the string. It was pulled back, and the arrow flew out if its hold from his pinched digits and whizzed through the air.
If he missed, thats alright- that meant that he would need to use a different arrowhead next time.
(Tell me if you want anything major or whatnot happen to Karou, okay? ^^ )
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Post by Starflight on Jul 12, 2017 1:06:48 GMT -5
((Actually, I did have a pretty good idea. Hot Rod closes the gap between them and Karou gets seriously injured in the fight, including his left arm getting severed. However, I'll make another Decepticon character who also heard Blackout's signal, who's an old war buddy of Karou's, who excels at cqc, and he'll not badly injure Hot Rod (unless you want), but at least make him seriously reconsider fighting them alone, especially with Karou's backup. If that's ok with you. If not, I'll still make him anyway to help balance out the lack of cons, but I'll just have him join up with the other cons after the fight, and Karou can manage to get away, but still gets injured. Or, depending on what plague thinks, Karou's shot could injure Ironhide to the point where he can no longer fight, and Blackout can save Karou))
"Just a scratch, huh?" Karou muttered, readying another shot. "Well--" He cut off when he saw the arrow flying towards him. His tracks kicked into gear, pulling him back just in time to avoid it. "Mother- time to run." He jumped down to the opposite side of the building, giving him line of fire on the other Autobots. He needed to take out one of them so Blackout and Wolf could finish the other, then help him. He wouldn't be able to last long in a close range fight, having only one hand, and being so small. He hastily loaded another shot. The easiest to hit at that time was Ironhide, so he took aim. No time to aim at a specific part; he just aimed center of mass and fired, the shock wave shattering windows. He started to panic as the shot whizzed by harmlessly, but suppressed his mounting fear. The worst thing to do in this situation is panic and miss your shots, and he likely only had time to take aim one last time before Hot Rod was on him. He sent a distress signal to Blackout and Wolf, and to any other Decepticons that were in the area. "I need help by the parking garage; Hot Rod is over here, and I'm useless up close." Karou said on the communications channel, resting his sights over Ironhide again. He had to place this shot carefully. No do-overs. He aimed right for Ironhide's hip, hoping to incapacitate him, and free up Blackout. He fired again, putting all of his will into that one shot. Without waiting to see if the shot hit, Karou slammed another round into the breach, slid his sword out of his arm, and turned to face the direction Hot Rod would likely come from. Being able to hit Hot Rod at grappling range with a barrel this long would be nearly impossible, and his machine gun would only be able to penetrate thinner armor, making his sword his only real form of defense. He had to hit Hot Rod with his shot before he got too close, or he was as good as dead.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jul 12, 2017 3:33:45 GMT -5
Bumblebee glanced downward as Cade settled against his armor, silent for a moment as he looked over at ML. The scout's optic brows arched as Cade shut the small mech's idea down, blue optics still studying ML almost curiously. A hollow whistle escaped him as the other mech left anyway, insisting that he had to go check whether it was a trap or not. He'd been about to turn his attention away to also keep watch, when he saw Dusk pop up from nowhere. He jumped slightly in surprise, but kept from anything more as not to accidentally harm Cade. Optics shifting to the femme, and a servo snapping out to change to a blaster, he'd been just about to fire, but paused. It wasn't any threat, but it caught his attention more than Dusk did. His wings angled upward slightly, a curious whistle leaving his frame as he picked up on a familiar voice over comlink. Having not heard the older bot in a long, long time, hearing him now excited the scout, having heard that Ironhide had actually died or something instead. Bee chirped, speaking aloud. "Haven't- heard that- voice- in a long time." He'd spoken in his number of different radio voices, but anyone could sense the relief in his sentence as his blue optics shifted, scanners also searching the area, hoping to see the strategist. Unfortunately though, like Crosshairs, he was unsuccessful for now, also noticing the frequency gave hint of the other party being far away.
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 12, 2017 10:24:02 GMT -5
Β Β Β Β Lorraine Solomon.
Β Β Β Β Lorra listened in quietly, her eyebrows pinching together. Crosshairs seemed happy with the turn of events, and yet the silence that answered him dragged on until- at last- "Contact made. Decepticon Blackout and Wolf engaged. Unknown Con takin' shots." No time for joking then- she could hear the blast of guns firing in the background, and a dull clap- much like the echo of far away thunder- graced her ears from Karou's second attempt on an Autobot life. Lorra's heart leapt into her throat as a low gurgle was heard on the com, moments before it cut out. She turned then, hitching her fingers into every nook and the crannies in his armor until she found herself leaping from Autobot to the ground. Her rifle jostled her, still strapped in items place across her back and poking uncomfortably into her hip as it shifted. No matter- her eyes were fixed on the upward curls of smoke, looking but a few miles out. She could run that. She went out every morning and walked five miles just to find enough supplies to last her a few measly days and this would be nothing on that.
She had understood Cade's reasons not to go to the abandoned site, but this was very clearly different. This was Autobot and Decepticon warfare at it's finest and the longer they left their old friends to the claws of the cons the less of a chance they stood of winning the admittedly fair fight. "I don't know about you," She glanced over her shoulder, giving a little smile at Cade. "But I'm tired of being scared and hiding behind an alien robot who's fighting a war on my world." she meant it kindly, merely her own perspective she hoped may spark a bit of familiarity in him. She was fine getting involved and fighting alongside the massive robots surrounding them, but hiding behind them? Well she was a little tired of feeling like she couldn't do anything but scream for her own planet.
Ironhide.
Unacceptable! His com link went out because Ironhide didn't need his cursing sullying the channel- he'd try to be professional for a day or two at most, then he wouldn't mind annoying the others again. A heat seeker sailed through the air, the big red mech grunting in exertion as he played a very game of cat and mouse. He found himself leaping, pulling himself up the building he'd been thrown over. A few paces had him over the roof and leaping down on Blackout again, the missile connected with a burst of orange flame and a showering of pale yellow sparks. The duo were forced apart, Ironhide coming down flat on his back and laying with wisps of smoke curling from soot stained armor. A low groan, sitting himself up and narrowed angry stare finding Wolf and Chromia. He went to stand, determined to lend his aid to his sparkmate. Plans backfired as sharp digits curled into his armor, Peres lifting from the ground and weight launched forward. A short bark of aggravation as he was thrown directly into Chromia, tumbling and struggling to catch himself before he could risk crushing her. Looking up, the rotating blades adorning Blackout's right servo sliced into his raised shoulder with another showering of sparks, cutting deep despite the unusual thickness of Ironhide's exterior.
A spatter of color on his armor now, another shot from his cannon throwing the big con off him long enough to rise off Chromia with a muttered apology. If she lost to Wolf now he'd feel it was his fault- annoyance curled like a serpent in his chassis, hot air huffing from his vents in mounting frustration. Much as he loved fighting, he absolutely hated Blackout. Karou too- the sniping Decepticon was perhaps the most terrifying because Ironhide couldn't get his hands on him even if he tried- too far away and that massive gun of his would destroy him before he even got close.
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Post by Tals on Jul 12, 2017 18:13:57 GMT -5
I'm down with that hun :3 Hot Rod and Karou in a drawing- neardeath- match~
The mech was moving rapidly, long legs carrying him towards the massive mech that was exactly 1 foot taller than he. His body ducked and zig zagged, hollering out a warning towards Ironhide before the mech continued on his run. Hot Rod's servos slid back behind him, long swords sliding out from plating at the tops of his shoulder blades and into his massive 'paws'. Gripping the object, his figure swerved into the parking garage and weaved into the area. His sights locked onto Karou, the implant of his pedes lifting concrete in his wake and his helm tilting upwards while a soft thrum of energy left his frame.
"PrΓͺt Γ decepticon tango ?" his French came out, accent thick and heavy and figure making a move to strike. He was well unaware of the incoming danger, and if he had detected it, it would have been too late anyways. His figure had jumped up, preparing his pounce when his back was hit with a tomahawk. Vents whirring, energon flowed from his back and curled over his leg plating. It wouldn't stop him! A small wince escaped into the air and he raced on forwards despite his stumbling movement.
He managed to get close enough, servos raising a sword overhead and clashing it down onto metal and swipe away at the massive barrel that was offered out into the world. At least he knew the others would be safe for now. Hot Rod would worry about the pain later.
Chromia gave a loud curse, body flying to the side and nearly crushed underneath Ironhide's weight as she laid there on her side. Her optics dimmed slightly, helm tilting up to stare at his black and maroon armor. Her digits gently curled into his armor, being somewhat shielded for the briefest of moments while her systems overheated. Fans whirred over time, helm tossed back as she gasped at the cool air before she went to rise up. Her guard had been down long enough for Wolf to land on top- not having received the distress signal quite yet.
Sharpened digits raised, Chromia squirming below as she begun to panic and optics widening when the moonlight gleamed harshly on the digits that were offered for view. Silence answered, and she silently questioned Primus if this was truly how she would leave. Thoughts muddled her processor, looking up at the femme she used to fight alongside with and slowly a satisfied smile formed. If she was going out, then by primus she'd go out knowing that her search for Ironhide was worthwhile. Optics offlining, she gripped the arm of Wolf as the digits raced to snuff out the spark located within the blue chasis.
However nothing came. Optics onlining she saw Fox's massive form swing Wolf around in a circle and let go. Her figure was offbalance in the midst of flight, just now getting the stress call and vents expelling air behind her figure. Rotating, she landed on her pedes and used the short distance to toss her tomahawk onto Hot Rod.
"you're mine!" Fox roared, darting between Blackout and Ironhide and landing onto his sibling's back where his servos grappled at wings and begun to painfully tug.
Cade was already alright with Lorra being there- but hearing her words had caused a big smile to form on the man's face. Pearly whites barely glinted in the night, and he shifted his own weapon on his shoulder. Crosshairs had given an annoyed huff at the loss of contact, Fox seeming to have already shot ahead. "I like that idea," Cade confirmed to Lorra by that point, soon looking up at Bee and Crosshairs. "Let's go help some autobots." Running, the man started out his trek while Crosshairs took a couple bounding jogs and begun to prepare his weapons.
Crosshairs meanwhile shifted out his own weapons and begun to load the magazines before slapping them into the guns he held in servo, his helm tilting towards Bee as he called out, "Lets get goin Bee. Hide can't have all the fun." It was a moreso playful remark, and supposed to be lighthearted, but it was somewhat true. There wasn't going to be any fun left if they let Ironhide have it all. Now jogging at this point, the emerald and black mech moved on ahead and his trench coat tails fluttered up and out, sweeping away the path for Lorra and Cade on his move to his companions.
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Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 12, 2017 18:15:22 GMT -5
"All shineys are mine. I just havent collected them all yet" said Dusk, flipping the stone in the air. "Besides, he was just going to die a horrible painful death screaming his speakers out. And that would mean i cant get his shiney, which is mine now" said Dusk as she tucked the stone inside her plating. "So go play with the wolves fox bot, and leave the shineys to the professionals" she said, watching Fox go and fight.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jul 12, 2017 18:44:49 GMT -5
Bumblebee listened to Lorra speak, helm tilting curiously. She was right, that it was time to stop being scared. He watched her bring out her weapons, ready to go fight alongside the Autobots around her. Wings twitching, the scout had no problem with the human femme wanting to defend herself. He warbled softly at Cade, listening to him give the order to go help. The young bot watched him run off for a moment before shifting his optics to Crosshairs. In response to the paratrooper, his mask came down over his faceplates as he moved from his spot, exchanging a servo for a blaster as he followed without hesitation, eager to fight. He also set off at a jog, eager to reach and aid his companions. Fox had already left, his roar reaching Bee's audio receivers. The yellow mech was excited at the idea to fight alongside bots like Hide and Chromia again, and also because there was a chance to get in a shot or two at Blackout and Wolf again.
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Post by Starflight on Jul 12, 2017 23:37:55 GMT -5
Stone Rhino (or just Rhino for short) || Unknown || Cybertronian || Decepticon ||
Stone Rhino's alt form is a dark grey ACH-47A Heavily Armored Chinook, with tribal patterns in white. He specializes in close range engagements, having a 20 mm autocannon mounted underneath each arm, a 40 mm grenade launcher, and an assortment of close range weapons. His main weapon of choice is a dual bladed scythe nearly as tall as he is. He has a sword on his back, and the two sets of helicopter blades are attached to the left and right sides of his upper back. In his mech form he stands comfortably at 30 feet tall, but can fully extend his reverse jointed legs to become a little over 35 feet tall. The thick armor plating on his helm forms something that looks like a skull, with the white tribal paint adding to the effect. His armor looks bulky, and it is. All of the armor on his head and front is extremely thick, nearly impenetrable to smaller caliber cannons and low velocity shells. His torso and hands can twist around a full 360 degrees, making melee attacks extremely lethal if he has the time and distance to build up speed. Being so large and heavy, he is slow, and building up speed takes a long distance. || Stone Rhino likes to keep his sense of humor at all times, and makes a point of trying to lighten up dark situations. He tends to be protective of his comrades, and this can lead him to be a little reckless at times. However, his admirable actions have led him high in the ranks, despite his complete lack of strategic planning.
Brawler || Stone Rhino and Karou fought together in the Cybertron Civil War. However, while Karou went his separate way afterwards, Stone Rhino remained with the Decepticons, and recently arrived on Earth. He was sent to join up with the group currently nearest to the Autobots' location.|| Starflight || Other derpticons
((Hopefully the two sides are balanced a little bit more now))
Pain flashed through Karou's circuits as his arm was severed. He roared as he charged at Hot Rod, his machine gun firing at the smaller mech's eyes. Winning a fair fight is something he has never been good at, and he was willing to go through any method to ensure victory. Metal clashed against metal as he rammed Hot Rod, his shoulder pushing into his opponent's chest. In his condition, the fight would be over soon, one way or the other.
(A few minutes earlier) Stone Rhino was flying low, nearing a city. Upon heading to his designated coordinates, he heard Blackout's signal, and much to his surprise, Karou's response. His rotors sped up in anticipation of meeting his old friend. He was still a few miles out, and he wanted to get there quickly, and make it a surprise. He looked forward to fighting with Karou again. His blades chopped through the air, propelling him over the buildings. Upon hearing Karou suggest cutting off the second group of Autobots, he couldn't help but sigh to himself. Being a sniper, Karou had no problems using underhanded methods in fights. Victory was everything to him. He once shot an Autobot general in the back after agreeing to a truce. Rhino had to save him from that situation. Another time, Karou shot down an Autobot carrying supplies without noticing the other two trailing behind. Rhino had to save him from that, to. He chuckled to himself. Karou may use dirty tactics, and he may only care about winning, but he was Rhino's friend. Rhino's best friend. So when he heard Karou's distress signal, he didn't hesitate to change direction and head towards him instead of Blackout and Wolf. When he got to the street Karou and Hot Rod were grappling on, he transformed, servos groaning with the effort of moving his massive armored plates. His scythe unfolded and he grabbed it, eager for the feeling of plunging it into another Autobot. "Karou. It's been a while, old friend." He said, hoisting the massive weapon onto his shoulder. He noticed Karou's arm on the ground and chuckled. "Still useless up close, I see." "Long time no see, Rhino. Good to see you haven't become any less terrifying." Karou replied, backing away from Hot Rod. "If you don't mind, general, I'll take my leave. Close range engagements aren't really my thing." Karou said, transforming into his alt form. He sped onto another street, dragging his severed arm behind him. "Ruin his day, Rhino. A puny mech like him shouldn't pose a threat to you." "I'm flattered you think so highly of me Karou. I'll try to not disappoint you." Rhino's legs dug into the ground as he pushed himself towards Hot Rod, gaining momentum. "Come now, Autobot. Let me show you how a REAL Decepticon fights!" He shouted. He laughed maniacally as he held his scythe to his body and began to spin his torso, building up speed. He's killed many Autobots this way, cleanly separating larger mechs into two pieces. With smaller opponents like Hot Rod, however, he has to angle his scythe downwards, which produces results not unlike a blender if it hits.
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 13, 2017 12:37:02 GMT -5
Β Β Β Β .
Β Β Β Β Ironhide.
Ah, good. Fox was here- which meant there'd surely be others incoming. Attention drawn from the momentary need to rejoin and defend his spark mate, Ironhide's focus drifted again to Blackout. He'd been the largest presence until Rhino's arrival, something that now made the weapons specialist particularly nervous given the admittedly small size of his companions. And yet he had no time to be nervous at all- the nose of the big gray helicopter hit him head on, throwing him to one side as the bulky con rose into the air. A leap of faith was taken, Ironhide literally launching himself from the ground and grabbing onto the tail end of the mech that now struggled to lift him ever higher. They only just rose above the rooftops, Ironhide's blue gaze finding a glint of bright splashes of color in the pale predawn light. "BEE!" Given the distance, he didn't know if he'd be heard, but the joyous note was still there. His little Bumblebee, off to destroy people. He loved it. But where were the others? Surely that wasn't it. He barely knew half of the group in the company of the scout he'd seen grow up- and the lack of any military was disconcerting. All he saw was two little dots he could only assume were humans- one of which having broken away from the group and darted into one of the nearby scrapers.
Metal groaned, the ground and battle raging below shrinking beneath him as Blackout pulled him higher. His grip slackened, scrabbling for a better grip until he had an arm around the tail and had the both of them spinning in the air with his added weight. Both Autobot and Decepticon moaned under the pressure and the nausea of going in circles, passing over rooftops and near one heavily shadowed skyscraper- a presumed safe landing should Ironhide's weight drag Blackout to his untimely end.
Lorraine Solomon.
She knew exactly what was about to happen. Crosshairs and Bee were charging ahead and she remained back, eyes lifting to the roof that the massive gray chopper rose above. She knew from common knowledge what was about to happen- that some birds of prey lifted their catch high off the ground and dropped them to kill them. So she split away from the group, approaching the nearest scraper and sprinting up flights upon flights of stairs. She was gasping and coughing by the time she'd gotten high enough to see above the neighboring building, it's uppermost level torn apart and charred by the fire it had taken. She climbed then, slowed by muscles that quaked and trembled with strained and lungs that burned so violently she thought she'd give out and kill over at any moment. Up she went- until she found a floor near enough to the height she felt she needed to be. Jogging toward the nearest floor to ceiling window, she shattered it with an old rickety office chair and poked the barrel of her rifle out, lifting the scope to her eye. Memories of hunting trips with her father as a little girl tickled at her memory, once shaking hands steadying as she stared out at the Helicopter that now spun in lazy circles through the air. The manual level shifted easily beneath her fingers as she pushed it forward and yanked it back, forefinger twitching over the trigger and the bullet sailing free with a kickback and loud clap of noise that left her ears ringing ever so slightly in a painful reminder of yesterday.
Satisfaction curled like a happy kitten in her stomach as the Helicopter's windshield was punched through by a small hole, ivory cracks spiraling outward along the glass. She had no idea if she'd hit something important, but the Con spun all the faster and Ironhide's cannon shot a crater into the tail he clung onto. Autobot and Decepticon fell from the sky, launched sideways by their momentum and hitting the very building Lorra had chosen as her safe place a floor or two up. Yet the floor she was on shook, scrambling back from the window as glass rained down and pieces of paper and office supplies followed. She could've screamed as the helicopter came down right in front of her, breaking apart into a mess of parts that formed into limbs and a body. Blackout's right arm was a mangled mess, the left punching through the windows and trying to find a grip. Lorra went down as did the floor- torn under the weight of the robot. She was screaming internally now, muted by terror with every object that tumbled toward her and at last the heavy desk that threw her toward the window and through- right onto the shoulder of Blackout. Her braid smacked into the side of her face as she was tipped upside down, nearly sailing right over the metal armor until she patched her fingers and managed to pull her legs down. Peering down as she was, she could see Ironhide- he'd landed below, blunt digits clinging to the building and body twisted sideways. He had his canon raised like he were going to shoot at Blackout, but upon the sight of the little human did he withdraw.
Her absolute terror leaped to new intensity as the con beneath her slipped, body flying sideways and throwing her from his shoulder. She shrieked audibly now, plummeting until her midsection caught on one big foot. She felt vaguely similar to the blonde in the original King Kong movie- only swaying from the foot of a con rather than the teeth of a t-Rex, while below her stretched a nervous looking Ironhide. "Mikaela!" Who was Mikaela? She hadn't the slightest idea, but she was too scared to care. "Jump!" What?! Her stomach kept into her throat and she gasped for oxygen, pressing her eyes tightly shut until, at last- fear-numbed fingers let go.
Blackout.
The squishy little meat sack had fallen off. And as he looked down, he saw Ironhide do the same. A snarl bubbled up, useless arm hanging at his side and ruby red optics following the crimson Autobot that stupidly released his perch and fell backward. The human felt right into his waiting servos, clutched close to his chest as one cannon-heavy arm threw his weight enough to see the ground. Realization dawning in Blackout's processor, he too let go- keeping close enough to the building to slow his decent if necessary. Ironhide was so near to the ground now that Blackout could barely see the blast outward from his cannon that slowed his fall, only that the Autobot wasn't splattered to pieces by his plummet. Rather, he hit and bounced, showering sparks every which way with the little fleshie in hand and raised far above the ground that would've so easily shattered her on impact. Landing none too long after the other two, Blackout huffed out an exhausted breath of overheated air from his vents, relief flooding his senses by the realization of Rhino's late presence.
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Post by Tals on Jul 13, 2017 14:16:41 GMT -5
Hot Rod:
The fact that Hot Rod managed to get this close and still hold up was outstanding. His optics narrowed somewhat, chasis pressing further into his figure and servos reaching up. As soon as the machine gun went off, one bullet splayed over the wiring and hit his optic, damagining it until Hot Rod's armored servo grappled the object and shoved it out of the way with a grunt. Energon oozed down his face, fans venting out over time as he tried his best to continue fighting- that is until Karou moved out of the way.
During the midst of the conversation, Hot Rod took stumbling steps back, bow and arrow like structure raising this time. "I plan on meeting you again sniper, I wont go down here," he promised, knocking an arrow onto the string. Then five came producing out of the first one and the tips broke apart and shifted to prongs with a blinking red light in the middle. His good optic turned to look at Rhino, body moving around to the side and immediately out of the way. His focus wasn't on the mass before him, but rather after, and his body swayed to the left and darted around in a large arch to avoid the spinning mass. His pedes hefted him up into the air as he jumped, letting go of the arrows before twisting midair and knocking down one more and firing at the mech's pedes. The arrows landed in Karou's direction, the line of five exploding upon impact and chasing after the retreating mech.
"That's an issue with you 'cons, you forget how agile Autobots are in the midst of your armor pride," his voice sounded weak, almost as if he was ready to double over from the energon loss soon. Reaching up, he grabbed Wolf's tomahawk and smirked at the incoming. "And you forget the surroundings!" His energon loss doubled as he started running towards his exit and to the main battlefield, as Fox spun Wolf around and flung her into the scythe that Rhino had. Of course, Hot Rod wouldn't admit it, the mech's wiring had been snipped and cut by the tip of the Scythe on his movement around.
Cade:
The man had rounded around and away from the path of the mechs, knowing that where the autobots traveled, the Decepticons would most likely travel as well. So when his head tilted up and watched the air battle, he had found cover and hunkered down. He used the shadows, watching the cover of the night. When he was sure Lorra was alright with Ironhide, he made sure to slowly emerge and lift up his cybertronian weapon he himself had modified and engineered.
He shouldered the end and tilted his head towards the stock, cheek pressed to metal as he looked down the barrel and between the makeshift crosshairs that acted like two prongs, and at the tip a rising edge that helped direct his aim. The tip of his index finger swiped from above the trigger guard, and he pressed down, firing at Blackout. The shot went out like flaring energy, a blue flame licking the night air and lighting up his dirtied face before the flaring ring of a blaster 'bullet' went towards Blackout's knee.
Finding that he gave his cover away, the man made a run for it, and towards the direction past Ironhide and Lorra. "Lorra! Get your weapon ready and aim for the optics!" Cade cried out, not daring to send a glance up at the Autobot mech that had made himself known to this point. His jaw clenched, body nearly slamming forward as Crosshairs' figure slid into view and trench coat flaring upwards as he missed a stray bullet.
"Cade- I'm gonna need some of yer help getting that big one!" Crosshairs grunted out, mind already racing as his figure carefully snatched up Cade and perched him on his shoulder. The green mech was already moving, Chromia taking his place and coming to a stop beside Ironhide.
"Wolf is preoccupied with a brother," she mused to her sparkmate.
Crosshairs:
His body came up and scrambled across the edge of a building, pulling out more pieces of gun and turning it up and over into the weapon he currently had in his servos. Between his lip plating was a smoking strand of metal that he vented on. He was careful to not hit Cade in the process, turning the object into his prized Sniper Rifle and lifting it up to take aim through the scope. His goggles flipped downwards, scoping in on Rhino and inhaling the metal while he opted to calm his thudding spark.
Cade meanwhile, kept an eye on what was going on around him, his eyes turning up and towards the sky before he looked back at the spinning mech and a fleeing Hot Rod. His fingers curled along the armor, and when Crosshairs fired the shot, Cade was jostled and sent shaking as he gasped from the movement. The loud shot rang through the air, the bullet aiming to hit Rhino's thick plating along his legs. If they covered Hot Rod long enough, the general could escape and hopefully seek medical attention.
Or Cade could work on him. Whichever one comes first.
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Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 13, 2017 14:34:54 GMT -5
"Dusk, are you sure about this? I have that wolf con in my sights" said Spire, as he watched the whole ordeal unfold through the lens of his scope. "Eh, i mean, it's not totally important. Take a few potshots, or even some panshots, whatever" she said, pulling out a few knives and chucking them towards Blackout. "Thats all i needed to hear" said Spire, as he fired a round aimed at Wolfs chest. It was refreshing to hear Dusk make a sentence that didnt have the word "shiney" in it. And also having her make sense. But he knew it wouldn't last long, it never did. Sooner or later, something would make her snap.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jul 13, 2017 14:41:36 GMT -5
Bumblebee chirped in response to someone yelling his name, helm turning and seeing it had been Ironhide. He didn't get much time to respond though. The yellow scout watched as Blackout dragged Hide up into the air, unable to do anything to help in time. However, Lorra soon did something about it, audio receivers picking up on the clap of her gun and seeing Blackout seemingly affected. He watched the pair spin downward and right into Lorra's location. Yet, all turned out well, more or less, when Ironhide came out well enough, and with Lorra in his care. Bee's attention was then brought to Rhino, who was trying to rip apart Hot Rod with the monstrous scythe. The scout, though happy to see his old friend, kept his attention on the larger Decepticon, following after Crosshairs and Cade. With Blackout's current state, Hide and Chromia could hold against him. Switching both servos out for blasters, Bee spent a few moments finding a spot to settle and fire at the larger mech, shoulders jerking in the slight kickback from the shots aimed at Rhino. He watched in satisfaction as one shot bit into the large con's side from the back, warbling as he watched for either a retreat or retaliation from Rhino.
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Post by Starflight on Jul 13, 2017 16:14:00 GMT -5
Karou swerved to avoid the arrows, pelting him with debris and pushing him sideways. He grunted and kept driving. The explosions had damaged his navigation systems. He would have to find somewhere to hide, then tell the others where he was when the fighting was over. He wove through the streets to throw off anyone who could potentially be following him, and came across a tunnel. If someone was going to come for him, he would have plenty of warning in there. He drove into the dark tunnel, the incandescent lighting having gone out. He transformed into his mech form, pain flashing. Rhino had told him his alt form was out dated the last time they met, and even though Karou had detested the idea of finding something to replace hid beloved 8.8 cm, he had to agree with him now. He noticed flakes of rust falling off when he transformed, and the barrel on his gun was almost worn out. Not that this mattered; he wouldn't be firing it any time soon, probably never again. He decided to find a better alt form when this was over.
((Which part of what former country are they in?)) Crosshair's shot shaved off some armor and made Rhino's leg buckle, and he fell into a building, stopping his spinning and movement. The very end of his scythe scraped Wolf as she flew past. He didn't think it was serious, and he hoped she was still in good enough condition to keep fighting. He used his scythe to help him pull himself up and brushed rubble off of himself. There was no way he could catch up to Hot Rod, so he fired a few shots after him with his autocannon. Most of his shots just bounced harmlessly off his armor from this distance, but Rhino hoped at least one of them found a gap. He turned to face his new opponents, as they were the greater threat at this point. He felt Bee's shot hit his side, but didn't have time to worry about that. If Wolf was okay, she would keep him busy. "Now you've just made me angry." He spun the scythe so the flat end was facing away from him and ran towards Fox. "You're in my way!" He shouted, spinning once and swinging the blunt side of his scythe at his target in an attempt to fling him at Chromia and Ironhide. Having all you enemies in one place certainly makes not dying much easier.
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 13, 2017 20:51:18 GMT -5
Lorraine Solomon.
Lorra wasn't sure she'd have the heart to do this again. Physically. The organ felt like it was about to explode in her chest and after coming down, her chest was seized by a pain that made it hard to choke down oxygen that tasted of the fumes permeating the air. The servo that kept her levitated some six feet or so off the ground was larger than she was used too- broad and flat and riddled with marks and burns that dirtied her already gross clothes. One arm poked between digits that were thicker than both of her thighs put together, the other braced across her chest and hand poking out beneath her chin. Still gasping like a fish, she only responded to Cade given the surge of adrenaline to flow through her veins, eyes turning to the ground as Ironhide's blunt fingers loosened and servo tilted, allowing her to slide down to the pavement under foot. She landed abruptly on her feet, head snapping around to where Cade had appeared and eyebrows shooting up to her hairline. Optics. Eyes. The connection clicked in her head only for her own need of glasses, lifting her rifle and spinning in a tight little circle just as Blackout crashed to a crooked kneel. She shot directly up into the ugly face of the big mech, skittering backways like a nervous stray when he lashed out his good arm in an attempt to swipe her away.
Still on the ground as Cade was swept up by Crosshairs, the little woman was gifted the view of one last punishing blast from Ironhide's plasma cannon right into Blackout's previously damaged chassis. He tumbled backward with metal groaning, the bright red hue to his optics flickering as he fell. She looked up as Ironhide's multicolored form passed, uneven blue gaze flickering down to his spark mate. "Lorra- Cade?" He questioned dumbly. He'd nearly called Cade by Sam's name twice now, only refraining as he was busied by other tasks.
Ironhide.
Some red flags were raised in his processor and making him a bit apprehensive. He came back and the first thing he did was break open some Decepticons and sass them- something so utterly Ironhide of him to do. He had Chromia, he learned Prime was alive and off on some crazy space mission or another. What else was there to know? A lot, apparently. Once he caught himself up with the Autobots, he'd be leaving. For once the big red mech had to step back from the war and turn sights to home- and no, not Cybertron. His home for the time he'd spent working with the humans; the Lennox household. He knew Captain William well enough to assume the worst: that he continued to stay and fight in the war that wasn't his and more than likely perished. But his wife, Sarah? And his daughter Anabelle? Ironhide wouldn't forget the years he spent in the company of the woman and her then-infant- assuring himself that they were, in fact, okay was already itching at his conscience.
"Wolf." He repeated dumbly. The former Autobot turned Decepticon for love. Could he blame her for wanting to get back at her brother? Not really. He'd do the same for Chromia, after all. Blue eyes falling to Blackout, whom had risen with an assortment of multicolored sparks showering from his aggravated wound, and gave a low growl of response to the angry glare thrown his way. "Leave her out of it, 'Hide." Was all that was uttered from the injured Decepticon. He didn't exactly care for the Autobots talking about his fellow Decepticons- as he knew they undoubtedly did. See, this is where Ironhide and Blackout differenced. Ironhide defected- Blackout would never.
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Post by Tals on Jul 14, 2017 15:50:48 GMT -5
Around Chicago, America :3)
Crosshairs watched, his optics sliding slightly to the edges of his eyes as he heard Cade's soft breath hitch. Wolf was alright indeed, and despite being tattered and leaking energon, she was alright enough to help swing Fox in the middle of the end of Rhino's blunt ended weapon. She gripped his armor, swinging Fox right into the edge and sent the mech straight into Chromia. It was at this moment that Cade scrambled closer to Crosshairs' chasis and perched, shifting the weapon in his hand and taking aim.
"Bee-" he began, aware of Hot Rod collapsing just off to the side and near the edge towards their group. "We'll cover you if you can get in and try to help that Autobot over there." Cade looked upset then, his lip curling into a pout before he sent a fire into Rhino's direction. "Crosshairs, get that con. I'll get Wolf." Crosshairs was in the process of setting him down, and just did so when he heard the order. His blue optics widened, looking over the man and giving a little whirr of his vents.
"Cade that's suicide!" He exclaimed as he prepared another shot.
"Not until I've climbed up that armor!' Cade yelled back, running down the concrete and racing over to the flailing limps near Ironhide and Lorra.
Crosshairs couldn't waste time, lifting his own gun up and tilting his helm. His fans paused, as if holding his breath, and then he pulled the trigger and to the loose bolts that allowed Rhino his ability to spin. Might as well stop that blender- the emerald green mech didn't want to become an energon smoothie anytime soon.
Chromia was in the middle of replying to Ironhide, attempting to explain that she herself wasn't aware of any humans and what their name was until Fox was rammed into her figure from the back. She slid forward, front scraped up as sparks flew across the ground and Fox struggled to regain his position. His body was heavy, squishing the femme below him without any real meaning to it and his body desperately tried to move off of her.
However, Wolf added to the weight, her wings arching upwards as she gripped his plating. The sash of her autobot symbols swayed with the velocity from her flight, and gently clinked against her legs. Her lip plating was curled into a form of a scowl, optics narrowed and ready to take her pounce when a rock hit her figure. Her helm turned, grip slackening on Fox and the mech eyeing Cade with a look that pleaded to not try anything.
His hands brought up his guns, and he didn't need to aim as the blaster charged up a large blast. "Hasta la vista, baby!" He quoted, loudly, shouting it out to the world and firing the blast as soon as the gun trembled its warning to be let go. A large flash of white and reds exploded in the night air, causing Wolf to drop her brother and her body flying off and back onto the concrete. Steam arose, and the sound of sizzling wires hit his ears as he moved forward. Chromia and Fox didn't dare move, Cade making sure to glare at Blackout as he hefted up his weapon.
Energon leaked down her helm and faceplate, chasis exposed to the next blast. "This is for Bee, and for Crosshairs!" It was more of a vicious anger that caused canines to appear and a snarl parting his lips. A vein located along his temple was exposed to the world and he fired the next blast, being tossed back onto his back by the weight of the cannon he held and sending a large burnt hole through the femme's chasis where her spark would have been. Finding his duty done, Cade begun to wearily lift his body and gave a puffing air.
Satisfied with his work, his eyes turned over to Blackout as he growled out, "She was brought into this by hurting my comrades. You're going to be next if you don't call a retreat Blackout."
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