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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 19, 2009 2:05:05 GMT -5
Data cursed to himself as he charged through the lesser used alleyways of Cybertropolis in his combined form with Afterburner. A number of security drones were tailing the young would'be vigilante as he suddenly shifts and skids around a corner, just barely missing a cybertronian bus-former as he passes. He had thought he was in the clear when they had come across the fire, but there had been too many people to save to get away clear. He couldn't help but consider it was a set-up... not that Bug-bite's constant screaming in his head of the same possibility is hurting that idea. Trying to get a handle on things, he sends a comm-signal out to his fellow team members... hopefully someone's out on the field that can help him out of this bind. ~Could really use some help guys... I know we said to keep quiet, but saw too many people on fire not to help.~
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Post by Cryptic on Mar 19, 2009 9:51:21 GMT -5
~I'm close Dat. keep dodging them just a little longer. let's see if this Rumble-style gear I recovered is as compatible to our cores as advertised.~ Crasher reved his partner's engines and they skidded up a ramp, going air born for a few seconds.
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"Why do they have to run? Why can they never come quietly?" Howlback grumbled as she tracked Data's progress from a roof top.
"I do not have access to the subject's processing systems to answer that Officer Howlback." a slightly prissy sounding voice said from down near her knee.
"Shut up Gar, it was a rhetorical question. Move drones A663 and P992 to the next street over and increase their speed. Use them to cut him off."
"But..."
"Do it, or so help me..."
"Yes officer."
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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 21, 2009 2:45:54 GMT -5
~Understood.~ Data responded while swerving back and forth across the road as he tries to avoid civilians. Bug-Bite coudn't help but chuckle to himself and broadcast "These Boots Were Made For Walking" across the comm network, amused by his own in-joke. Data just groans as he scans ahead, noticing the drones attempting to cut him off. ~Slag it, too many civilians for artillery fire.~ He mutters to himself before hitting the brakes suddenly and power sliding towards them before suddenly gunning his engine and taking off down the street they came down. He can't help but wonder who's in charge of these drones... and be glad they've updated the shells since their last great opening. It wouldn't be worth it if their cover was blown after all. Nonetheless, the two speak in unison back to the drones with an amused tone. "Hey, nice try folks... want to try again?"
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Post by Cryptic on Mar 22, 2009 20:56:40 GMT -5
~Probably what's keeping your hide in one piece~ Crasher pointed out. ~Ok I.. hooo boy.... I think i spotted the one controlling the drones. Blue cat bot with legs for miles. She I could probably take down if I had to.~
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"Gar, link up. I'm tired of sitting on the sidelines."
"But officer, need I remind you that in your..."
"Finish that, and I will rip out your speech center and then hardwire your shell to my body."
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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 25, 2009 1:21:20 GMT -5
~Blue Cat Bot?... Steeljaw didn't get kagirled, did he?~ Data responds as he continues down the side street, trying to figure out where to go next. He doesn't exactly want to lead these people back to their base after all. He downloads specs for the area while turning down another street and skidding to a stop. He made the mistake of heading down a dead end at this point.... one quick spin-out later and he shot out of the street heading in the opposite direction. Despite this, the damage was still done as the droids were able to catch up some.
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Post by Cryptic on Mar 26, 2009 10:36:29 GMT -5
~Don't think so. Moves are to fluid to be a former guy.~ Crash replied as he shifted to bot form and linked with Fracture. ~Should I take the shot? Disable, not destroy?~
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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 29, 2009 23:36:53 GMT -5
Data paused for a moment as he gunned Afterburner's engine, thinking on the subject. ~Yeah, or at least a few warning shots amigo. I just need enough of a distraction to get off of the grid.~ He responds calmly before pulling a sudden wheelie as he drives onto the back of another cybertronian's vehicle. A few moments later, he was airborne as he tries to get a survelliance of the area before he lands. Gotta know what he can use in the area, after all.
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Post by Cryptic on Mar 30, 2009 23:09:17 GMT -5
"Ma'am, I am detecting a target lock."
"Slag." Howls hissed as she dove to the root top just as Garb was blasted from the air.
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~Oops... looks like I juswt took out a drone. Eh, rather destroy them them a sparked bot.~
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Post by autobotbubbs on Apr 21, 2009 0:46:38 GMT -5
* Takedown's been weaving through traffic at high-speeds for several 'miles' now, his sirens blazing through the evening air. He's had multiple close calls, and had to resort to some 'improvised tactics' in offensive driving... but there was only real thought floating around in his thick head*
* It's good to get back in the game*
* Ever since getting put on the Council, the past few cycles has been nothing but 'official' buisness, dealing with the planetary proximity, endless mountains of paperwork, and trying to stay 'civil' durring meetings sitting next to slaggers who shot at him durring at the war, slaggers he so wanted to bust in their 'kissers'. He was just returning from one of thoes yawn-sessions when he 'intercepted' transmissions from Planetary Security. If he had been in Robot mode at the time, he would have smiled.*
* He was ready to bust some heads... and this was a 'Prime' opportunity*
* The old fart was attempting to hail the command unit to get a sit rep, only to be hailed with Nancy Sinatra. He hates it when the perps have a smart mouth. He also doesn't like to see freindlies taking the brunt of the firepower... as he witnesses one of the drones being fell by incoming fire seconds after their apparent commander jumps clear.*
* he likes snipers even less * * Takedown's tactical computers follow the particle trail to zero in on the weapons point-of origin, roof of a building 3 blocks down... right across from parking structure. His vehicles cab shifts... allowing the grenade launcher to emerge. The barrel rotates, loading a flash-bang into the chamber before letting it fly. The sky is immidiately illuminated with a blinding light wich would be bad enough for anyone looking through normal optics... let alone for any slaggers using any kind of scope or using night-vision.*
* either way, they'll be seeing spots long enough to pull the crazy slag he's about to pull*
* Takedown turns onto the ramp, cranking up high speed as he navigates upward, his tires squeeling as he punches it for every last ounce of speed he can get as he drives to the edge, his force feild taking the brunt as he crashes through the railing and sails over the streets. He shifts into robot mode, his riot sheild grasped firmly in his right hand, his shotgun in his left, as he began arching down onto the roof... right on top of the sniper...*
* and ready to ram his sheild right into Crash's faceplate*
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Post by Cryptic on Apr 23, 2009 10:04:03 GMT -5
As the flash bang went off Chrash's optic shield blacked out from the flash and his audio's shut down. As take down made his assault the fem took control of the joint form, using a vibration sensor to pin point the officer mech's position before he took to the air. Their hands came up and a pulse of concussive energy slammed into the shield.
~Frac, none lethal force. I don't need a murder arrest.
~Button it up kid, he's going for police brutality.
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Post by autobotbubbs on Apr 23, 2009 11:21:09 GMT -5
* the Autobot thrust his sheild forward, trying to use his own weight and momentum to force his way past the burst and commence the clobbering of this perp. Didn't quite work as he intended... though he did gain a little headway, he was eventually forced backwards, sent flying back a short distance before landing hard on the rooftop... leaving dragmarks in his wake.*
* he never did understand that E=mc stuff anyway*
* The cop scowled as he saw the fresh dent in his sheild, smoke still lofting from the impact point. Takedown soon got to his feet, righted himself, brought his acid-pellet shotgun to bare, and aimed square at Crash's chest.*
" In da name 'a da new Cybertronian high council... I'm placin you under arrest. You can eider come quietly or be taken by force..."
* and a rather cruel smirk formed across his face.*
" Personally... I hope you wanna be taken."
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Post by smokedtoast on Apr 26, 2009 20:20:29 GMT -5
Afterburner/Data cursed to themselves as they landed roughly on a delivery vehicle in robot mode, looking back in the direction of Takedown and Lightspeed's current assault. He started to run for the edge of the truck before jumping onto a nearby building and heading back towards his ally. By this time however he's all but forgotten about the other blue cat bot, leaving himself open for attack by Howlback. ~Slag it, we're not prepared for this kind of thing Crasher, we're going to need a stealthier exit gate.~ He responds for a moment before switching channels over to the newest member of the group. ~Jynx, you and nosecone up for your first official run? Got oour first official fight with an old schooler, we're going to need an exit route through the sewers.~
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Post by embyr on Apr 26, 2009 20:41:02 GMT -5
Jynx grinned. *Ready when you are, just give me the word.* She moved forward. *I'll send you the map I...invent.* If she sounded a little evil, that was because she meant it. *Just follow along and we should get out just fine. No problem.* Smirking, she moved again, starting to open up new ways to get around in the sewers, cackling.
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Post by Cryptic on May 3, 2009 7:48:33 GMT -5
~Yeah I kind of noticed. At least Frac is haveing fun.~ Crasher replied as he eyed the shot gun.
"Look Officer, this is just a misunderstanding..." he started.
~Takedown, I want him able to talk.~ Howls commed. ~Be gentle~
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Post by autobotbubbs on May 3, 2009 12:51:33 GMT -5
* Its not like the officer had an opportunity to answer, staring down the suspected terrorist. But he figgures he can throw down on this one as hard as he wants... as long as the little bugger stays online.*
* even if just barely*
" Shove it... it aint like I never herd DAT one b'fore..."
* Takedown growled out, the weapon still held tightly against his shoulder, and aimed squarely at the offending mechs chest*
" Now, n'less you wanna feel a Jacketed slug rip through yer armor 'n scatter acid pellets through yer internals... yer gunna assume da position in 3 clicks..."
* If he could pry his eyes away from the buisness end of the shotgun, the Technobot could tell from the officers optics, the cold, steely blue glare coming off of them, this was NO bluff.*
" One.... Two...."
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