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Post by smokedtoast on Oct 10, 2007 14:28:02 GMT -5
Offbeat looked forward, watching the other shuttles take off. He knew he had volunteered to wait for the others, but he couldn't help but feel worried for those hunting in the facilities. He had met and fought Sinnerlock's creations before... and knew they were hard to beat at times. He glances towards Miccheck for a moment before asking. "Do you think they'll make it out of there on their own?"
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"Gun play or martial." Battlerack says, his eyes narrowed as he nods at rundown then at nacho, "There's people needing to be saved, and we're aparently the ones to do it." He turns and lets Primus guide him, his weapons fitting in his hands like old friends, the axe gunblade in his right hand, bustercannon over his left, "Lock and load, bots....."
Nachos nods in return, following after Battlerack. "Understood sir. Time to kick some tailpipes!"
Clinker nods for a moment, mentally controlling her transmetal implants. Her arms shift around for a moment before leaving a set of armor saws extended from the wrists. She pauses for a moment, looking at them before replying. "And we're sure these things are undead, right?"
"Yes." He paused before replying, "Well as sure as primus is, Clinker..." He nodded towards the others, "Let's move out."
Even as Battlerack starts to move, he can see a path ahead... It seems that primus paved a trail for him to follow, as there's a sickening green energy trail leading through the air and down the corridors. ~Just follow the path my chosen avatar.~ Primus responds softly, before going back into silence.
"I see the path" he stated to his new found battle companions. "Follow me." was the response and he's off, following the trail.
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Meanwhile in the tunnels, Beatliner who still had the slumbering Highbeams in his arms was running, trying to beat the clock and make it to the shuttles before they take off. From what he heard, some of the B-17 prisoners and the less sympathic and less kind prisoners have broke out too and might be on the loose. Hearing some of the prisoners getting attacked by whatever it was. He was walking as hard as he could. He wishes he can go faster but his shell wouldn't allow it. He can shake the feeling that somebody's watching him. While he was preoccupied trying to get to the hangar, he didn't hear the sound of armored feet is walking.
A few moments later, there was the sounds of padded feet heading down the hallway from the other direction, though the others were not close enough to catch onto Beatliner just yet. Nachos glances towards Battlerack for a moment as they continue to home in on zombies, speaking up lightly. "Hey battlerack... have you ever fought anything like these before?..."
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Post by hare on Oct 10, 2007 18:09:11 GMT -5
"Who or what was that?!" Beatliner said to himself, slowly becoming unnerving by both the deafening silence, the lack of lighting, and the memory of hearing whatever it was attacking somebody. Or something that was attacking. How come the bloody pit he and Highbeams no where near the exit of this dark maze yet? She did what the barely hanging on Highbeams has said and followed her advice. This is what he gets to listening to a barely-conconious femme. "Which way, which way, which way..." he said to himself.
"Watch out...." She said. "Watch out..."
Beatliner heard what she said and blinked at what she said. Watch out? Watch out for what? Sure they heard something earlier but so far they haven't bump into anything just yet. That injury must have did a number on her or something. So far he hasn't seen anything that was life threatening or anything. "Watch out? Sorry, Ms. But I don't see anything....Oh." The corner of his optics caught something. It was a dark blue and green mechanical Cybertronian femme and she was holding a heavy assault rifle. She was staring vaccantly at the two and standing there like a lifeless statue. Beatliner let a small eep escape from his mouth and jumped a little. He than takes a second look and let a small breath (If Cybertronians can breathe) of relief seeing it was just fellow prisoners or guard. Nothing the matter. "Heh heh heh. Hey it's just you...." Beatliner said feeling relaxed "Did the guys sent you to get us? If so, good. We've been lost for a while..."
"Beatliner..." Highbeams said.
"And you're okay, that's great! There's been some crazy stuff going on and..."
Steadly and silently raised her rifle, and aiming towards Beatliner and Highbeams.
"Huh? Ummm, ma'am what are you doing.....Com'on we're amongst friends here. Just put the gun down....Hey, we're amongst friend..."
"....She's not a friend...and she's not alive....." Highbeams said before she went back to being unconconious. "What the slag do you mean...." Beatliner was about to say until he manages to get a glimpse of the femme. Her chest had a huge gaping hole in the middle. It wouldn't matter much if it wasn't the fact that where the spark was supposed to be at. Beatliner screams and the apparently deceased femme opened fired. Beatliner dodges the shot and starts to emit a thick, dark purple gas from his being as he starts to make a run for it. The mist blinds the femme, but not for long. The femme hisses and starts to go after the two.
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Post by darkstatic on Oct 12, 2007 10:16:46 GMT -5
Miccheck sighed "I truly don't know...but I sure as the pit hope so" he watched them as they went hoping with all his spark that they would survive. "Though I don know one thing standing around isn't going to help anyone; least of all us" the aged warrior spoke from experiance and a need to remember just why it was he was doing this. It wasn't for the thrill anymore; no this time he had to do it for what was right.
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Post by hare on Oct 12, 2007 11:41:28 GMT -5
If anybody was close enough to where the former Cybertronian Reporter is or is with him, all you would hear is high pitched and girly sounding screaming. Beatliner was screaming and running as hard as his leg and frame allows him to, while holding on to the mysterious inmate Highbeams. After seeing....well, whatever it was, his need to get out of here and get Highbeams to safety is reaffirmed. "What the fuck was that?!" he shrieked "What the fuck was that thing!? Could somebody tell me that?!"
"Prisoner B-56892....." Highbeams said in her sleep "Prisoner B-56892. His handiwork..."
"Prisoner B-56892?" Beatliner asked while still maintaining his pace "Who is that? Did he came from Barrack 17?"
"Yes..." She said weakly.
Beatliner muttered a Cybertronian swearword. Great. Some nutjob from the North Wing decided to create a living dead person to go after them. Great. He knew he was on to something when he wrote expose on IDC. He just knew. Also another thought came to his mind. From all the zombie movies he has seen, he remember something. If he saw one of them, that would mean something. "Oh slag," he said at realization of what he remembered. If he see one zombie, the others won't be that far behind. Which means, they have to get out of here fast. Really fast. And with any luck, not run into those things.
"Just bare with me. We'll get out of here soon. I promise."
The question he's mentally asking, how soon?
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Post by smokedtoast on Oct 12, 2007 12:27:12 GMT -5
Offbeat nodded back, thoughtful on the idea. "I know some of the hacker types shorted out the security systems so we could escape... but maybe we can at least give them a little intel to help out." He replies, before transforming into his beast mode and handing control over to his more militant side. Offbeat II hrms for a moment as he pads away at the ship's controls carefully, activating it's scanners and bringing up a tactical blueprint of the building. He glances over to Miccheck for a moment before replying. "Mic, could you see if you can get the comm station up and running.... see if you can get us hooked into the communication systems we gave Clinker to summon her for medic duties? This way, at least they won't be caught off guard from behind." He takes a moment to look over the scans to see just how many zombie minions there are in the facility.
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Nachos blinks for a moment before darting forward, hearing the gunfire ahead of themselves. "Slag, we might be too late!" He responds sharply, continuing forward and coming into Beatliner's line of sight up ahead. He waves his arms lightly at the skunk reporter, attempting to get his attention. "Hey dude, are you alright?" He calls out, deciding the fact he's carrying someone seems to suggest a non-zombie status due to the fact he's not eating her. He blinks for a moment before hopping and skidding forward, opening fire on the creature following the two.
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Post by hare on Oct 12, 2007 12:44:52 GMT -5
The zombie gets violently tagged by Nachos' fires. The zombie simply stopped. Turns around and hissed Nachos and starts to open fire on him. Despite the zombie's undead status and the injuries it substained, it was still fast and remained agile. The fact it was carrying a heavy assault rifle didn't help manners neither.
The zombie took the shots and returned fire.
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Beatliner thought he heard something. He thought he heard Nachos calling him. He also heard some gunfire. There was no way he was going back there. Not with that thing following him. He turns around and was about to run. Than he saw three Cybertronians, a fat and bulky Technorganic mech with a Gorilla like beast mode, a medimum sized mechanic based Maximal holding a hand gun, and a femme who lost an arm and had a huge gaping hole in the center of her chest. They all hissed and growled at him. He screams. He doesn't have any weapons and he doesn't know what to do. He doubts his tear gas or even his bio-mechanical nerve gas can do anything to them, but he has to try. He emits a thick green blinding gas in his vicnity. The zombies were scrambling try to get their preys.
Fortunately, Beatliner manages to get out of the smoke. But not before getting caught by one of the zombies by the scruff of his neck.
"Let me go!" Beatliner cried as he as he was trying to pull back. Highbeams woke up a little and used her bladed hand and stabs the zombie with hit, causing it to cry in pain. It let Beatline lose. Once he was released, Beatliner jetted off, with Highbeams in tow.
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Post by darkstatic on Oct 12, 2007 13:06:22 GMT -5
Miccheck nodded "Yes it does help to know our backs are covered where that is concerned" looking over to the other mech Miccheck smiled "consider it done" he spoke as he transformed into his beast mode and took wing it was reasuring to say the least to back in his role as a soldier; the aged parrot flew to the comm station and began his work.
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Post by smokedtoast on Oct 12, 2007 14:12:53 GMT -5
Cracking his knuckles lightly, Offbeat looks over the data with a grin. He responds back to Miccheck with a serious tone in his voice... "Once you get it up, let them know there's a reading for two living bogeys in their vicinity. It looks like they're heading away from the others, but they're being followed." Offbeat takes the moment to count exactly how many zombies there are, knowing the others are going to want some kind of answer on that end.
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Post by darkstatic on Oct 13, 2007 12:03:15 GMT -5
Micchek snorted as the computer proved a little difficult before he finnally got the comm systems up "Alrighty then. The comm's are back online" and with that he opened a commlink to the others and relayed the information as well as he could. "Now then lets just hope no-one gets the smart idea to do anything dumb" he muttered to himself as the old parrot mech manned the comm station.
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Post by jadefallon on Oct 13, 2007 15:23:45 GMT -5
Seeing that the first of the zombies were taken care of Battlerack swings up his gunblade, his eyes dark as he fires into the one that beatliner had been caught and then released by, two shots to its head before he moves in, using the blade in a sweeping arc aimed at its head, his eyes narrowed, trying to remove the things sensory unit before it has the chance to latch onto someone else, this time in combat hes silent, no rousing cry, no words, just cold and efficient, once he manages to drop the thing, or at least blind it, his gaze sweeps around, keeping an eye out for others, his mouth pressed into a hard line.
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Post by dreamcatcher on Oct 13, 2007 20:55:02 GMT -5
Clinker pressed herself against a wall, letting the shadows hide her for the moment. She just received the message from Micchek and was immediately made aware of a room full of zombies just down the hall. They seemed pretty intent on something but she wasn't sure she cared to know what held their attention so avidly. Slowly she eased from her hiding spot and crept across to the other side of the hall, reaching another passageway. Gunfire echoed off the walls, confusing her briefly as to where they were coming from. She approached the end of the corridor, flexing her hands and bracing for any attack, her saws glimmering in the sporadic light. Clinker glanced out into the larger hallway and immediately saw Beatliner racing toward her, burdened down with a body. Behind him was what had to be one of the zombies. With two lives on the line, Clinker stepped out into the hallway just as Beatliner passed and began spinning her saws, her focus on the oncoming creature. With surgical ease, she struck at the zombie's joints, severing the arms before dodging to the side to avoid the teeth. She glared at it in annoyance and struck again, managing to sever one leg. Clinker ran after Beatliner at that point, knowing the creature would be hard pressed to make any good time after them now. Her concern now was for whoever the bot up ahead was carrying.
"Hey!" She cried out. "Wait a moment, I can help!"
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Post by hare on Oct 13, 2007 22:16:19 GMT -5
Beatliner heard somebody called out his name. He didn't stick around to see what it was. It was starting to get bad and more and more zombies started to show. Some of them were carrying guns. And they were noticeably faster.
"She...wanted to help us..." Highbeams whispered.
But Beatliner didn't listen. His concern was getting her out of here and out of harm's way. And by each passing minute, it started to get harder. He wanted to stay and let help come to him, but for right now, that isn't even an option.
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*HACK* *SLASH*
There was a dying inhuman and demonic cry and a newly created paint design of oil, energon, and...that mysterious green liquid splattered across the wall. A head of a freshly and now deceased once more technorganic Cybertronian rolls steadly onto the floor. A loud thump could be heard to.
A brief flash of light was shown and it was followed by a small explosion. A head and badly managled torso of one of the Sinnerlock created zombies hit the wall and sickly slid it off the wall like a piece of bad fruit that was thrown to the wall. A tall and imposing technorganic mech with a Red Wolf beast mode, with a giant and heavily armored and purely mechanical arm cracking with energy, stood in a defensive fighting stance.
Two shotgun blast could be heard. And a body fell to the ground. The zombie tried to get up but both of its knees were shot out. A smaller grey and white technorganic Maximal, with a Scottish terrier beast mode and wearing a high tech looking visor and a top hat walks up to it and places his barrel on it's forehead. He pulls the trigger and the zombie's head literally exploded with its skull and most of its CPU scattered on the floor and walls.
"Aye," the Maximal said "If I this what freedom was like, I should have stayed in me cell."
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Post by smokedtoast on Oct 15, 2007 23:17:02 GMT -5
ooc: Posting for Foxtrot again.  Rundown steps between Beatliner and the oncoming swarm as he hesitates, the rejuvenated Autobot quickly sizing up his opponents. "Damn it all, that's a lot of them," he muses, watching them. His arm moves in a flicker, shooting to disarm one and put a bolt through the shoulder of another one of armed Gs nearby, his face motionless as he finds his center. He can still move fluidly, but as always when faced with so many, the trouble is finding his shot in the teeming mass. "Really ought to have some folk with bigger guns for this mess." |
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Post by dreamcatcher on Oct 16, 2007 21:32:47 GMT -5
Clinker gave a frustrated sigh but continued running after Beatliner. Quite honestly, she didn't blame him for not stopping though. She wouldn't stop either, she thought, as she sliced through the limbs of another zombie. The best thing she could do for now was try and keep the path clear for him. Unlike her sloth beast form, her bot form had some speed to it and she used that to her advantage as a zombie came from around the corner, straight for Beatliner. Clinker surged forward, a saw from her right arm and now a laser scalpel, burning at full force, both used to sever the head from the creature's body. The reaction was instant as the body went completely limp. She stared for a moment before opening up her com-link. "Clinker here, head's up everyone...literally. Sever the head on these zombies and that'll take care of them," she said, hoping the message would get out to everyone. She glanced at Beatliner and managed a closer look at his cargo as he ran pass. Cursing, she continued following after them...that bot needed some help, and soon.
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Post by hare on Oct 16, 2007 23:08:01 GMT -5
Meanwhile, a couple miles of head from the running bots and from the party designed to help Beatliner, a small group of inmates were wondering along the tunnels, killing any Zombies that come along. A group includes A athletic looking, technorganic mech with a short and spikey bright purple hair holding a obscenely large sword that was twice as large as his body and resembling a Butcher's Knife, the wolf-technorganic with a fully mechanically and armored right arm, The short top hat wearing Dog Maximal holding the dual shotguns, and a red-haired teenage Maximal technorganic who has a characteristic of a howler Monkey and was playing around with a zippo lighter, a small femme avian technorganic in a goth-styled armor and have four large, circular stubs on her back with her spine and muscle showing, indicating that she was experimented on and a older looking technorganic mech with some simian characteristics wearing some cybernetic visors.
"For Primus sakes, can somebody take that damn lighter away from 911?!" The horse looking technorganic exclaimed nervously "I don't trust him with that thing."
"As long it keeps him quiet." The Wolf said while lookng out for zombies.
"Fire, fire, fire, fire, burn, burn, burn, burn...." 911 kept chanting while playing around with his lighter having a manical look in his optics and a content and insane-looking smile on his face. Three more of their party where catching up, a curvy, white and silver femme with avian features and characteristic blue optics, a brown and white mustang mech technorganic having a lower torso and legs entirely armored and mechanica; His back was shaven and his skin and muscles were stretched and experiment on, showing his mechanical spine and some sort of motor, and a giant black and grey horned technorganic holding a huge mechanical hammer on his back.
"When the Pit we're going to get out of here?! This place feels like a slaggin maze!" The one who was carrying the giant sword on his back.
"Soon, guys. Real soon," the wolf said.
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I finally have Inertnet back!
