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Post by Cryptic on Aug 10, 2009 17:51:55 GMT -5
Crasher levered himself up. "Shade, enough!" he croaked. "Abort rescue attempt."
"Tell her to switch to lasers." Howls grumbled as she ran internal checks. She let out a sigh, the spark within her was still ok.
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Post by jadefallon on Aug 26, 2009 17:56:41 GMT -5
Getting the message she pulled up, wings snapping out to catch an updraft, her beak shut on the fire and she wheeled off as she focused on pulling her crazy armor/friend, back away from his task.
<I could have still gotten him> He grumbled, his 'trigger finger' still itching at the sight of what had been dubbed enimies with in sight
<I said slaggin lay off> She screeched right back into the radio in his head, the jet cringed, if jets COULD cringe, and circled around with her, dodging back behind a building to get out of sight and out of firing range.
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Post by Cryptic on Aug 31, 2009 20:36:29 GMT -5
~Howl, what's your status?~
"Nice to hear from you Ravage now that the slag's starting to cool." Howls said as she eased out from under Dat, her body flinching and reverting to beast mode to begin repairs. "Seems internal com is out so I have to rely on verbal transmissions. things seem to be settling...." she looked around trying to get her eyes focused.
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Post by smokedtoast on Sept 3, 2009 2:15:22 GMT -5
At this point, the sheer amount of damage between the assaults starts to take it's effect on Data as he drops. ~Everyone back to base... I'll meet you back there later, hopefully.~ He broadcasts in an open message to Jade and Jynx, looking over to Crasher cautiously. ~Wish me and Crasher luck dealing with the feds.~ He manages to drop to a lying position, moving his arms behind his back. "Ready for stasis cuffs whenever you have them ready Howlback." He responds, noting Bugbite's silence at this point. His systems are still running... but it seems like he's either not talking to his partner or unconscious.
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Post by autobotbubbs on Sept 7, 2009 9:04:18 GMT -5
* and about this time... the cauking of an Acid-pellet shotgun echoed across the rooftop*
* Takedown was not in one of his 'finer' moods right now... getting backshot, some young officer trying to give him orders, and now these slaggers are amscraying*
* no... not on his watch...*
* As much as he was burning to continue pursuit... he wasn't about to leave the younger officer alone with one of these terrorists... especially after he tried jumping her. Though he did make a good, as the fleshies called them, 'meat sheild'.*
" You t'ink we're stupid... I ain't been in law 'nforcement since b'fre da great war ta fall fer da old 'fake out' routine."
* His equilibrium still iffy... he staggered over to the potential prisoner.... and proceeded to shove the barrel down at the base of his neck*
" Do NOT move... don't evun blink... cuz I am in a REALLY bad mood...."
* He then reached in a holster, and tossed Howlback a set of Stasis Cuffs.*
" NOW... we can cuff 'im."
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Post by Cryptic on Sept 11, 2009 16:16:25 GMT -5
"No slagging hands at the moment you bayou idjit." Howls snapped stamping her paw. "Slag this shit... I'm asking for a slagging transfer away from your slagging scaley ass. I don't give a rats ass if you are a freaking council member.., "
"Howlback, that's enough.' Ravage growled as he pulled up.
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Post by autobotbubbs on Sept 11, 2009 21:21:04 GMT -5
* Takedown just blinked*
" .... Scaley?"
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Post by Cryptic on Sept 18, 2009 9:26:53 GMT -5
Howls shook her had a little as a shadow fell over her.
"Well if this isn't a lovely mess." Ravage sighed before bending and cuffing Data. "Med units, close to this position."
"How much of this property damage are we taking out of your pay this week Takedown?" the former con asked looking around.
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Post by autobotbubbs on Sept 18, 2009 21:11:03 GMT -5
* this statement naturally annoyed the officer... not so much the context as it was with WHO was giving it. Lousy little con... if this where a few centuries back he's show the little furball a thing or two....*
" Watch it furball. Worst I did'll be fixed up in no time... rest is on him and his little imposter buddies."
* he paused to light up a cigar....*
" Well... aside from Jr. 'ere..."
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Post by smokedtoast on Sept 21, 2009 4:23:49 GMT -5
Data meanwhile was remaining still, taking the acid shotgun place against the back of his head very seriously. Some part of him pondered wether he press charges should he manage to prove the accusations of being terrorists wrong. That part of him was immediately reminded to shut up by the rest, knowing it wasn't a good idea to further rile up an old school autobot like Takedown.
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Post by Cryptic on Oct 3, 2009 21:18:22 GMT -5
Ravage nodded slowly. "Let him up, and put away the guns. They're going to see the councils to face the accusations. New evidence may have come up as to their innocence."
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Post by autobotbubbs on Oct 24, 2009 6:17:15 GMT -5
* This statement, naturally, did little to help the 'old coots' disposition*
" Whut kinda back-asswurds thinkin is dat sylvester?"
* Takedown growled out, as he rather unmercifully cuffed the downed Technobot, before removing taking aim away from his head, rather slinging it over his shoulder, and walking up to the former 'con.*
" In my experiance... innocent mech's don't open up on Law Enforcement!"
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Post by Cryptic on Oct 25, 2009 21:01:07 GMT -5
"That is my experience as well, but some want to hear what they have to say." Ravage replied as the first med unit arrived.
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Post by uncrasamatic on Oct 28, 2009 16:09:27 GMT -5
It was with mounting displeasure that he finally made an appearance somewhere in-between the outer limits of Cybertroplis and Polyhex. The navy mech had not made an appearance in 35 deca-cycles and was presumed by many dead or in hiding. The former Decepticon communications officer had to make this unwanted appearance because he could not find any of his symbiotes; as closely linked as they were something in all of their reformatting had caused their signatures to become unreadable. If he could find them and reassign the signatures he would be able to find his symbiotes anywhere on the planet.
It was not a difficult task for the former spy to hack into several main transmission hubs around Cybertroplis and Polyhex to broadcast his cryptic message. Any transmissions that were being broadcasted were abruptly interrupted by a loud, static, then silence and then the familiar drone of a mech long forgotten.
“Attention. Apologies for the interruption,” his monotonous tone had a very subtle hint of sarcasm. “ Designation: Soundwave,” he continued, “location coordinates: 41.997718,-87.689879. Soundwave requires symbiotes to report immediately. Any presence other than symbiotes will be terminated.”
As he cut the transmission, Soundwave knew all too well that this threat would fall on deaf audios but this was a necessary risk.
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Post by smokedtoast on Oct 29, 2009 2:06:00 GMT -5
Data blinks for a few moments as he receives the transmission, still remaining silent as he's cuffed. He comments lightly in response. "Slag... sounds like everything's crawling out of the woodwork."
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