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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 3, 2008 12:08:29 GMT -5
OOC: Spinning out of the city of Iacon... BIC: The two combatants head out of the citadel, ready to pound each other lights out. Or in actuality, Vortex ready to pound Streetwise a little. Or make an example out of him. He doesn't care if he doesn't like him, but to insult his and his fellow interrogators' profession? That gives one a one way trip to the CR Chamber. Or the hospital. Also, Vortex was looking for more of a challenge. That BM infestation was no more than a workout to him. That and a excuse to bomb the pit out of the Mall. He really wanted to take on that winged Monster dude he saw back in the medlab. Hell he wouldn't mind taking out Spinout. Well he guess Streetwise would do just fine. That and he hates those "Holier-than-thou" types. He cracks his knuckles. This probably wouldn't take to long. "Before I beat the shit out of you, can I ask you a question?" Vortex said "What do you have against interrogators? Huh? Can't stomach it? Not all of us are sparkpaths and telepaths you know? Than again what fun is it of looking into the sparks when you can just simply pour acid on their exposed circuits and hearing them scream?" Blastoff shrugs "I have no idea Merkava; this could go either way. Streetwise is up to something; I just hope Vortex doesn't loose his temper." She looked over at First Aid then back to Merkava and replies to his other comment with a single word "Understatement." She glances at Ripoff before hearing Streetwise she growls at his comment "Perhaps you should wait until I reply before insinuating that I agree" she replies back tersely. She gives Ripoff a look indicating that it was allowed 'only if absolutely neccessary'. Onslaught wouldn't be pleased to hear they lost; he'd be even less pleased to hear they'd been caught if/when they cheated. Blastoff followed out indicating that the other young combaticons should also do so. Streetwise seems to ignore Blast Off's reply, instead turning in Vortex's direction and responding confident. "I have no problem with interrogators.... sociapathic dungeon masters who believe themselves to understanding the meaning of Interrogation are the ones I have a problem with. True interrogators are more detectives then torturers, knowing how to read between the lines and read expressions, to find information despite the refusal of it being given. You just torture them until they say anything for sweet death's release, even lie just to get you to do it. Any information you gain is unreliable at best." He starts rotating his arms for a moment as if to stretch them, the armored kibble on his upper arms extending upwards with a pressurized shunt of air. "You know nothing of detective work."
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Post by hare on Jul 3, 2008 12:59:24 GMT -5
Vortex frowned upon hearing this. Him? A glorified dungeon master? They don't give out results? From all the time he has been torturing his prisoners, they give out very accurate information. Sure he had some of them lied, but most of the time, he gets accurate information. "Oh really, shitbrick?" Vortex growled while his weapon systems came to life. "Like you cops are any better! You have some witness lie to you and you guys sometimes even miss clues and evidence. Hell even you guys take evidence and mess around with the clues!" He cracks his knuckles and glaring darkly at Streetwise. "Okay. Let's get this started before you piss me off even further. Since I'm a fair guy, I'll let you get the first hit." It official. He really, really hates cops. After this is over, he thinks about capturing one and torturing them to death.
First Aid was laughing at the display of this right now. "Let's get this started before I get pissed. I'm big old slag guzzling freak," She mocked Vortex in his deep, growling voice. Than she goes back into her regular voice. "Who the Pit he think he is? I don't care if he's a Combaticon and slagged a lot of fucks. Streetwise is going to win."
"Don't get to confident, First Aid," Groove cautioned the medic while not looking at her and keeping his optics tuned into the fight. "This is Vortex we're talking about here. The Young Combaticons' attack bot. He won't stop until Streetwise is nothing but a bloody mess." First Aid frowned when her teammate said this. "Com'on, man! Have a little faith! I'm sure Streetwise has a plan. Once he springs whatever he's thinking onto the asshole here, we'll take turns kicking him and take pictures of him, standing over his defeated fool ass. So relax. We got this in the bag."
"I'll hope both of them will be okay," Merkava said in concern. Ripoff just looks at him with a digusted look. "Ummm, excuse, hun? We're the Young Combatcions and we're suppose to root for our teammate and laugh at the soon-to-be-loser. Not worry about both of them. Your sympathy is so last season, hun," Ripoff commented. "Now be a dear and show birdbrain some support." Merkava sighs in defeated and raised his hand in the air. "Go, Vortex, go," he said quietly. Ripoff smiles in approval. "Now that's more like it. And say it with a little bit of enthustism the next time."
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Post by darkstatic on Jul 4, 2008 7:54:00 GMT -5
Blastoff just sighs "This may end up in a bloodbath" she states as she folds her arms and frowns sparing an irritated glance at First Aid. If the neo protectobots even tried what First Aid was suggesting she wouldn't be responsible for her actions or anyone else's actions.
Blastoff spares a glance at Merkava and Ripoff she just shakes her head. 'Why me' she thinks to herself as she listens to Ripoff correct Merkava's sympathetic nature. "Merkava; while your sympathy for others may sometimes be of use to us. Right now it is best to not let those kind of feelings get in the way. You understand what I'm saying?"
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 5, 2008 22:59:33 GMT -5
"Again you misunderstand me and my intentions Mr. Vortex..." Streetwise responds, one hand reaching behind his back as he speaks. "For one... I am not a... 'cop'... I'm a detective!" There's a sudden swift motion before Street cracks what looks like a broken toilet seat into the side of Vortex's head, charging forward and striking his opponent with a piston powered punch at his throat. Chokehold blinks for a moment before spitting out her cigarette, being an silent observer to the fight. "Did he just do what I think he did?... It's on now." She responds with a frown, crossing her large arms. "That's the gum shoe equivalent of kicking in the balls."
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Post by hare on Jul 5, 2008 23:15:17 GMT -5
Vortex took the toilet seat against his head. Hard. He winces and stumbles a little. His head started to bleed a little. He has to give it to him. Attacking him dirty like that. He might respect him a little. Right after he's finishing beating the shit out of him. The toilet seat took the wind out of him a little, but not totally. He glance and saw the fist. He quickly but barely, sidestep to the right. In Streetwise's blindspot, he delivers a armored foot to his back. "What...was that....shit?" He asks him. "The fuck was that?!"
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 7, 2008 12:01:03 GMT -5
"That..." Streetwise responds as he's knocked backwards skidding with a cringe, a hand reaching into his back as he pushes one foot forward before whipping a length of chain sideways at Vortex's heavy chaingun . "Is called an investigation. As I said...you don't know the trade." He responds, attempting to yank Vortex forward as the chain wraps around the weapon.
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Post by Cryptic on Jul 7, 2008 21:59:45 GMT -5
Haveing grown bored of the meeting in side Ravage had slipped out in his mini form, and settled into the shadows to watch the fight play out. He made a mental note to upgrade his suit some so he could tap into it's eyes and speakers while outside of it.
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Post by hare on Jul 9, 2008 16:43:42 GMT -5
"Detectives, Private Dicks, Cops.....They're all the fucking same to me," He growled while Streetwise was pulling towards him, slowly but steadly "Every single Primusdamned one of them." Vortex dug his feet into the ground, stopping Streetwise from pulling towards him. Vortex grabbed the chain that was wrapped around the base of his chaingun, got his chain unwrapped, and wrapped the chain around his hand. He gives Streetwise a huge tug before he starts to spin him like a discus at high speed. "I. Hate. Fucking. COPS!" He lets the Streetwise and the chain go, letting Streetwise fly to parts unknown.
"I hope he knows how to land," Ripoff snidely comments while looking at the spectacle. Merkava saw what Vortex did. He couldn't believe how strong Vortex was. He also hopes the face plant won't be too bad.
"What the fuck, man! Don't let the turkey punk you out!" First Aid shouted at Streetwise. "Layth the smackdown on his fucking candy ass!"
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Post by darkstatic on Jul 10, 2008 4:58:42 GMT -5
Blastoff just looked amused. "That looks like it could hurt" she comments idly in a 'I don't care either way' voice. She glanced over at Ripoff "Well it'll be his own fault he should figure the landing out before he takes off" she spoke amused; as she kept her mind on what was going on.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 10, 2008 14:02:03 GMT -5
Streetwise seems caught off guard as he's suddenly taken off the ground by Vortex's massive spinning, flying a good couple yards before he's even able to react to the attack. Unfortunately for Vortex, the surrounding area has enough buildings and scaffols for Streetwise to whip the chain out to the side, catching it around a support structure and using the moment to swing back around before letting go of the chain. He half bounces, half-sprints as he hits the ground, pushing himself to keep the momentum as he rushes Vortex full-force, using the momentum to knock the heavier techno-organic off balance as he football tackles his oppoent into a wall.
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Post by hare on Jul 12, 2008 23:27:01 GMT -5
Vortex didn't expect that. He didn't expect that at all. Before he could react, he was Football tackled to the wall and literally goes through the wall with a thundering thud and crash. Ripoff shrugged and closed his optics at the impact. "Oooooo! That had to hurt!" Ripoff commented while he winced at the impact. First Aid shouted in excitement when Streetwise tackled Vortex. "Woooo! That's what I'm talking about, Street baby! Kick his slaggin tailpipe!" Groove even chuckled when Vortex got tackled.
Merkava didn't know when to cheer that his teammate got dropped or to start fearing for Streetwise. If Streetwise knows him like he does, that's only going to really piss off Vortex. When Vortex gets pissed...
"....People die." He muttered to himself.
*********** "Oh.....That shit hurt....."Vortex grunted as he struggles to get up and coughs . He awakes and sees Streetwise laying on top of him. His optics flicker with anger. Fuel-curling anger. He shoves him off. He steadly gets onto his feet and darkly stalks over to him. The Interrogator stands over for a moment, deathly looking at him. As if he wants to shoot him in the back of his head. Normally, this would be the perfect moment to shoot him in the back of his CPU. Twice. He always does this to his targets or bodyguards or minions of the target he and his teammates are assigned to get. His primitive database is screaming "Do it! Do it!"along with the lines of "After you finish shooting the fucker, chop his head and used as a ashtray!" Sure it would be easy. Would be easy. Sure, he'll be crippling the Neo Protectobot team big time and he'll bring the heat onto his team, but he'll weakend the team by taking down one member. The thing is....
.....He hasn't earned the right to have his head be filled with lead. Or even plasma for that matter. That twisted honor goes to people he thinks are weaker or his targets when he goes on mercenary missions. He hasn't even come close to being burned alive. That and his fun will instantly end. Why would he end his fun earlier in the game? Killing him would be easy. Oh it would be so easy. But he isn't going to do that. Instead, he's going to beat the shit out of him for running his mouth.
Other thoughts perish when Vortex finally spoke to him. By football kicking him in the mouth. He than follows up by stomping him in the back of his head.
"...Cocksucker," He growls darkly.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 14, 2008 12:06:40 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Vortex, all of his self-inspection of what to do with his enemy gave Streetwise enough time to prepare for his next attack. Having landed and stood up since Vortex's shove, Streetwise manages to duck backwards to dodge the kick...however, the follow-up stomp catches him square in the chest, throwing him downwards with a sharp cracking noise. He cries out in pain, armor cracking slightly under the pressure. Even then, he manages to bend one of his legs backwards and suddenly lashes out into his opponent's leg in an attempt to knock it back in a painful counter-attack. "More like a Nutbuster, Gobbler." He responds sharply through gritted teeth, striking at his opponent's leg again.
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Post by darkstatic on Jul 15, 2008 9:27:32 GMT -5
Blastoff watches the whole thing in quiet interest after all she doesn't want to interfere unless something goes really badly; which knowing Vortex she wouldn't be surprised if it happened quite soon. Still she does give a minute wince as Vortex stomps on Streetwise's chest "Ouch; this could get nasty pretty quickly." she commented idly.
Vortex being football tackled through the wall; while being something which wouldn't do too much to him aside from seriously annoying him, could have problems later on as she was a little concered Vortex might go too far and actually try to kill Streetwise. Of course for the sake of their honour and Onslaughts new position she couldn't let him actually do that.
Still she was rather impressed that they were still going at it despite being thrown here there and everywhere. Oh well; she wondered who was going to get stuck with all the repair work.
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Post by hare on Jul 16, 2008 0:01:33 GMT -5
Vortex cries in pain as Streetwise attacking his leg and taking the abuse that his leg is going through. This was great. Grapple attacks. He hates them. Hates them! Luckily for him he knows what to when he's in a grapple. He moves up to him or hops over to him and makes him grab his knee instead of attacking his leg and catches himself. He than pushes himself off and rolls away from the detective.
Free from his grasp, the Osprey quickly reacted and goes up to the Detective, delivering two titantium hard and fast right hooks to the cracked armor. He didn't care if he broke through or not, he just really want to hurt him right now. Quickly, Vortex seemingly moves into the ribcage. But instead of striking him the ribcage, he deliver some hard punches directly to his liver. Or where his liver would be. He hit him underneath his ribcage repeatedly before moving away from him. He feels the aftereffect of his left foot. It's starting to kill him. ~Suck it up you, bitch! Suck it the fuck up!~ He mentally chasties himself ~This is nothing. You had worse! This is nothing. Just focus on the fucking fight!~ If he's in any pain, he doesn't show any signs of it.
************** Merkava nods in agreement while looking at the fight. He has a strange feeling that they might have to pull out the tranquilizers if Vortex shows what Streetwise did to the guy who owes him money a month ago. And it wasn't a pretty sight to see. He wonders what the hell Streetwise was trying to prove here? Is possibly being put in traction for a couple of months is going to be worth it?
"Vortex swears too much," Ripoff simply comments while looking at the two huge bots smacking each other silly. The Weapon Expert also idly wonder who was going to be stuck with the repair bill. It sure as hell won't be him. If it comes to it, he'll just stick the bill to Onslaught II and told him that one of the Neo Stunticons kid put him up to it.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 16, 2008 12:04:41 GMT -5
Streetwise rolls back as well, trying to put some distance between the two of them before holding his chest in pain. He sees Vortex getting up and moving towards him before reaching into his backpack and pulling a small slab square of concrete from within. He manages to throw the slab in the path of Vortex's first punch, but is still caught off guard by the second as it knocks him back and away from the 'Copter-con's other attacks for the most part, howling in pain. He falls to a knee ahead of his opponent, looking like he's about down for the count at this point.
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