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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 6, 2010 22:53:58 GMT -5
---Takedown--- * The old mech internally grumbled. Despite the war having ended centuries ago, he still harbored a deep-rooted distrust of anyone who wore that Purple seal. The 'trainee' bit wasn't all too welcoming either* * the old timer snarked back. Rookies... all the same. Seen too many times where their inexperiance have fouled up operations or gotten themselves killed. He might not be the brightest coucilman on the... council... but something doesn't sit well in his fuel line.* C:>(to Miami) " What the slag is dis? We're s'posed ta be movin da prisoner... not baby-sittin rookies!" ~~~ *After being attacked* ---Takedown--- C:> "SNIPER!!!" * The old warmech screamed out before he hit the brakes... pulling back out of the line of fire before shifting into robot mode. His teeth gritting toghether as he silently cursed Miami's gut instict. Damned Techno-posers... guess the first beat-down wasn't enough for them, they had to piss him off even more.* C:> " Defensive formation Delta... Repeat... Defensive formation Delta! Somebody get a beed on that slagger. Air support get ready to bring da heat on dat halfbreed moron. Nobody gets away with slaggin law enforcement... Not on my watch." ~~~ Cooper heard that transmisson. What would Merkava be doing here? Before she could ask that question, she heard Takedown screamed "SNIPER!" The armed Interns scrambled to their positions and cocking/activating their weapons and/or weapon system. Trailbreaker barked at the Interns to get their tail pipes in gear. "Okay, boys and girls! Get into position! This is not a drill! Get your tailpipes in gear and secure the prisoners!" The interns, who went through a bunch of training Cooper patched a line through the Cyclebot team. "Ground Support! You heard Takedown! Position Delta! Guard the convoy!" Cooper yelled while she was cocking her shotgun and got in front of Afterburner and got into position. The interns came to Cooper's aid and assumed to position. So much for this trip going quiet and smoothly as possible. ************************** "Looks like the party is starting already." A husky and young sounding femme spoke. ~Looks like it~ An robotic but feminine sound voice ~ So much for a quiet retrival mission.~ "Thank the Pit! I was starting to get bored!" a teenage mech responded. ************************** “Damn it!” Miami managers to mutter, about to respond to the questions when the convoy is struck by enemy fire. “In position folks, lock and load!” She responds as she moves towards the front of the truck, checking Road Ranger's condition. What she sees doesn't look too good, and the fact that more fire was coming worsened the fact. ~Locking down Afterburner as we speak Takedown.~ She replied back snippedly as she moved over and checked his restraints. Something about this didn't sit right with her, but she had a job to do. ~any signs of additional attack?~ She cringed even as she heard the sounds of missiles going by overhead. “We're going to make our way out of this, damn it.”
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Post by Cryptic on Jul 7, 2010 7:07:35 GMT -5
Crasher sat up blinking. "The Slag? Ok this is so not good...." he muttered as he shifted around feeling the binding securing him. Nice, they still hadn't upgraded to the newest systems. He could get out of these easy, no way he was gonna let himself be a sitting duck.
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Post by hare on Jul 14, 2010 23:22:48 GMT -5
All the Devacorp staff and interns scrambled around, while activating their weapons and/or weapon system. Some of the interns gather at the door, getting into position and pointing their weapons at the door. The staff and the interns formed a second defensive wall at the door should the first wall of defense fail. "Okay, children! Secure the pretenders! Make sure nobody gets in here!" Cooper barked at everybody "This is not a drill! Secure Afterburner and Lightspeed! I repeat, secure Afterburner and Lightspeed!" Two interns and three staff members ran towards the Technobots V2 memebers and made sure they were secured and couldn't escape. After they quickly made sure the Technobots were tightly secured, the staff and interns get into their position and primed their weapons. Meanwhile, in the corner, a tall heavily armored dark green, beige, and white Cybertronian was watching all of this, while leisurely drinking some energon. "Time to go to work I suppose." The Cybertronian said to himself as he finishes his energon.
************ ~Somebody ordered a kickass rescue?~ A firewalled and encrypted text message appeared on the young Technobots' HUD.
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Post by Cryptic on Jul 19, 2010 23:21:17 GMT -5
~No, we didn't. What the slag where you thinking? And who the slag is this any way?~ Crasher shot back as he waited for the check to get over with and then he started dealing with his restraints.
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Post by hare on Jul 20, 2010 10:11:25 GMT -5
~No, we didn't. What the slag where you thinking? And who the slag is this any way?~ Crasher shot back as he waited for the check to get over with and then he started dealing with his restraints. C: >>Wow. Snippy are we? Didn't had your energon this morning?<< The male pilot IMed Crasher. The female pilot sardonically responded~Forgive him, Crasher. He's a dumbass. Anyways, we're going to give you a ride home anyways. It's about to get very heated anda we're guessing the Brotherhood of Shadows is involved.~ <<And by guessing, we mean they are really involved.>>The male pilot answered back <<What they're doing here and why, we haven't figured that part out yet. What we're not doing is, waiting around to find.>> The interns finished with Crasher/Fracture/Afterburner's restraint systems and quickly went off to their post.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 21, 2010 22:22:06 GMT -5
Soon Ghost's own drones are supplemented by the Brotherhood's newest ally's own productions. They come skimmering out of the shadows and across buildings, clickering away as the techno-organic fusion of flesh and Great War robotics meet. A single glowing green icon similar to Slingshot's own product brand can be seen on the 'torso' of the bots even as the cannons on top aim towards the convoy and opens fire. Hellscream planned well in these creations, it's hard not to consider them a true creation of the Predacon Council's leader. A group of true Scrapmetals to attack the would be informants.
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Post by Cryptic on Jul 30, 2010 22:02:54 GMT -5
~I feel like i was chewed up and slagged out by the Destroyer numb nuts.~ Crasher growled as he mentally timed himself in getting free. ~Shadows? Oh great. I can guess that they're just doing it to cause chaos and death.~
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Post by autobotbubbs on Aug 1, 2010 21:19:57 GMT -5
* the old soldier took cover as the shots came showering down... both silently and vocally cursing as these new toys came out to play*
" 'Ve all the cuircuit glitched... diode blowing... grr... slag fer brains."
* Takedown tapped his helmet, slipping down his mirrored optic guards, before giving a signal to the rest of them. To anyone who might possibly be listening in, it might just sound like jibberish. Some earthen 80's music wich had no buisness being played over the comm. But to thoes in formation, "Sunglasses at night" meant for them to avert their eyes.*
* His grenade launcher in positiion, Takedown lobbed a flash grenade in the Scrapmetals line of fire. Intent to temporarily short out their targeting sensors, and give the defenders a chance to light 'em up. Once the glare died down... the codger gave the signal, and the nights sky was light up by weapons fire*
" BRING DA RAIN!"
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Post by smokedtoast on Aug 8, 2010 22:58:17 GMT -5
~Damn it.~ responded Data over the network, finally speaking up after hearing the others. ~I was hoping to work against what the Shadows would be expecting here... One of us still has to meet with the council guys.~
Miami nods lightly, ducking out of the way as the grenade took flight. She took careful aim as the grenade went off, waiting for the drones stupid enough to follow the grenade to lose sight before firing upon them. Others scuttleed their way back, shaking their 'heads' as they tried to regain their sight. None the less, the contact of weapon fire managed to drive others out of range as their comrades are struck.
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Post by hare on Aug 20, 2010 20:03:06 GMT -5
The defenders quickly lowered their mirrored visors and/or shut down their optics to shield their vision from the blinding flash from the grenade. After the scrapmetals got blinded, the armed staff and interns start to open fire on the blinded scrapmetal. Missiles, discharged energy, bullets, and other various flying objects were flying and violently up their blinded targets. Some of the defenders were singing the lyrics to the song while opening fire on the scrapmetals. Than somebody start playing “Sunglasses at Night” on the stereo. This was really a bad time to play some music.
Trailbreaker raised her shield to protect her optics. After the flash, Trailbreaker lowered her shield and tossed a grenade into the horde. Seconds later, a loud explosion could be heard. Body parts were flying around. Some of the gore got on her and her shield. Trailbreaker looks around to see her co-workers unleashing heavy fire onto the unholy fusion of technology and flesh. “That’s it, guys! Keep it coming! Don’t give them leg up! ” Trailbreaker shouted towards her teammates. When an Scrapmetal approached her, the security guard swung her shield and knock it down to the ground. She than ran towards the downed Scrapmetal and pinned it down with her body weight and her knees. She than raises her shield over the Scrapmetal’s head and quickly bringing it down, violently decapitating it. One of the Staff member, a mech with a Cybertronian-styled Sports Car saw Trailbreaker decapitating the Scrapmetal. He smiled. “Oh shit, man! That was so fraggin cool! I’m putting this shit on Bottube!” He happily chirped while he fired a round of unstable and explosive enhancers from his rifle. He than recorded the whole thing from his internal camera and send it into his Bottube account. If Trailbreaker could, she would sweat drop by that action. “Just keep shooting, dammit!”
Cooper meanwhile was having a little shoot out of her own. She aimed her shotgun towards a blinded Scrapmetal that wondered into her proximity and pulled the trigger. The result was messy. The scrapmetal’s head was literally split in two and it falls dead. Cooper steadily let a few shotgun bursts towards the Mechanical-Technorganic Hybrids. Bits of energon, oil, and a little bit of gore started to shower on Cooper each time she blows away a Scrapmetal. "Oh man. I'm going to need a shower after this." Cooper grunted when as she shoots a wondering and blinded Scrapmetal "Also, I really need some sort of long range weapon. This shotgun isn't cutting it right now." She patches a link to their Air Support while she quickly reloads her shotgun with some incendiary shells. "What the pit is going on up there, guys?! We could really need some help down here right now!"
<<We ran into some problems! BB and the Pretender showed up out of the blue and started to attack. Now we're trying to take down both of those guys while trying to keep the civilians out of harm's way!>> Silverbolt commented back. Oh slag. This wasn't something she wanted to hear right now.
"BB and Star.... This is just slagging great! Get here on the double!" Cooper said as she finished loading up her shotgun. She aims her shotgun towards a group of Scrapmetals. "You guys look a little cold. Maybe this will warm you guys up." Cooper pulls the trigger and fires the inciderary round towards the group of blinded Scrapmetal. The round exploded, instantly burning the surrounding Scrapmetal.
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Post by Cryptic on Aug 24, 2010 7:40:11 GMT -5
~I'll do it. I'm still in no shape to move as fast as you'll need to. Get Frac out of here though. And... booyah, free. Now, someone give me a weapon so i can show them we're not on the shadow's side.~
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Post by hare on Sept 3, 2010 15:07:25 GMT -5
~In case if you hadn’t noticed…..YOU GUYS ARE BEING ATTACKED!~The male pilot told Crasher, strongly emphasizing the last part. ~And we also have a case of bad PR at the moment as well! Not to mention we were suppose to be secret!~
The female countered ~As much as I want to disagree with him, he’s right. Attempting to see the boss would be suicide. However….~All the sudden, both of two Technobots V2 members’ restraints powers down and deactivate itself. ~.....It doesn’t hurt to try though. I just shut down the alarms. It won’t be down for long. So I suggest you guys get the pit out of there. And we’ll take Afterburner if you don’t mind .~
********************** *Thud*
One of the Hellscream-created technorganic just had its head blown off by a high-intensity beam blast. If anybody could pay attention, they could see that the downed Scrapmetal had a smoking crater in the middle of the head. "Oh man. That was a great shot. I wish Stratos was still here to witness this." A tall, dark green, grey and white armored Maximal with a Manta Ray alt mode and a huge smoking assault beam rifle commented to himself. He chuckled as he admired his own handy work. "Feels good being on the field again though. Not as good as being on a building and picking somebody off or flying and taking people out. Speaking of flying, I miss my old body. Still trying to figure out how the pit I winded up as seafood.” He then looks at the advancing Scrapmetal. With a smile, he asks “Hey, guys. Do know why I ended up as a Manta Ray even though I was a sexy helicopter back than?” The Scrapmetal didn’t say anything and continue to advance. He shrugs. “No? Guess I have to ask somebody who knows than huh?.” He than aims and opens fire.
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Post by Cryptic on Sept 21, 2010 8:05:27 GMT -5
~Yeah I can tell. And i'd rather fight then run away.~ Crash replied as he worked his way over to a fallen weapon and checked it's charge. ~I'm hoping helping will help our image some, cause running like criminals certainly won't. Primus... Go. I'll be fine.~
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Post by smokedtoast on Oct 17, 2010 13:47:51 GMT -5
(For Bubbs, sorry it took so long! But here's an opening for one of the ones you asked for one for) ~If you're sure Crash... we're not in much better luck. All of my weapon systems are down.~ Data responded as he started to slip out of his cups and move towards the front of the vehicle. All too many of the soldiers were focused on defending the vehicle at the moment and he couldn't help but wince as he saw the damage to the front. One more cybertronian injured because of himself. As he climbed out the vehicle, he glanced back at the wounds. He was supposed to be the veteran of the Technobots... the only member who had stayed on from the originals Doubledealer handpciked himself. He should have been more careful, smarter.... It was these heavy emotions that took his awareness away from the battle blazing around him... and left him open for attack.
ooc: will put down the next one after a response to this.
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Post by Cryptic on Oct 17, 2010 15:12:20 GMT -5
~I'm sure. Not thrilled by the prospect of going back to prison, but someone who knows the ins and outs of it should.~ Crash replied as he checked the charge of a recovered weapon and popped up to snipe at some Scraps.
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