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Post by smokedtoast on Apr 21, 2009 19:58:04 GMT -5
Roadwild stood there a few moments later before dropping her guns and holding her hands upwards. "I give." She responds, glancing over to the counsels at Saw Boss. "Covered all the angles short stuff, maybe if I had my cycle to use I could find a better way... but it's too much happening at once." There's a soft chuckle as a dark green and blue female came up besides the youthened guard and places a hand on his shoulder. "Well, you've done it now Saw Boss... what neither old-school mechanical gestault or the oncoming darkness of unicron could do. Good job." Gripkiller responds before crossing her arms and looking forward. "People owe you more respect." Meanwhile, a certain deer-former comes up by Calcium and Leary, having listened to the last few preceedings over a distance. "Your first girlfriend?" Wipeout teased towards Leary, smirking to herself. "This is the first time I'm hearing of this, unless you happened to be talking about me." She teased, tapping her taser baton against her own shoulder. "If that's the case, I don't quite see the resemblence..." Roadwild meanwhile has started walking back towards her assembled cycle drone, tapping a few buttons on her gauntlet before a visor starts to slip down over her eyes with a click. "This is going to be the fun part I think..." She manages to mutter to herself, deep in thought. "Didn't want to disappoint the boss by delaying the real test of things after all."
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Post by festum on Apr 25, 2009 1:12:24 GMT -5
Saw Boss shot Roadwild and annoyed glare and crossed his arms, heat venting out of his exhaust pipes.
"Don't tell me what I already know, Scraplet," Saw Boss growled as he walked over and switched out the system to it's lethal setting.
As he did that, Leary smirked and crossed her arms at the newly arrived Wipeout.
"My world doesn't revolve around you, honey," Leary stated flippantly.
Calcium grunted, "Yeah. Usually she's in some bar whining about her job."
Leary sighed and lowered her head, "Always gotta cut my legs out from under me, huh Calc?"
"Well they're so long that it's easy."
"Bitch."
"SHADDUP, TAR-LICKERS! I gotta concentrate!" Saw Boss interrupted in annoyance as he entered the commands. "Let's see her deal with THIS one..."
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Post by smokedtoast on Apr 26, 2009 22:30:25 GMT -5
Roadwild just grins as her former cycle turned vehicon darted towards the door quickly, wheel hitting pavement at an alarming rate. Not wanting to take as much a chance this time, the shell's 'lower arms' split open forming a dual set of plasma machine guns as it tears for the doorway. Inwardly Roadwild feels amused as she can really put her full concentration into this test with no more to come after it. Meanwhile Wipeout just grins and responds in a more quiet tone towards the two, tapping her nightstick lightly against Leary's shoulder for a moment. "I never said it did. Can't you tell when someone's joking around Miss Comedian?" She can't help but smirk back before glancing in Calcium's direction. "Well, some people would find long legs a good thing to have Calc... for several reasons of course. Though I'm sure I can think of something better to do with your time then hanging out in a bar, eh Leary?" She adds with a wink.
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Post by festum on Apr 29, 2009 12:28:56 GMT -5
Saw Boss smirked and crossed his arms as he watched the Vehicon's mad dash towards the door.
'Nice try, fleshy,' he thought, 'but this is lethal-mode. Rules have changed.'
As he thought this, all the pulse turrets suddenly fell from the ceiling, converted into eight scorpion-like defense drones, and all assembled into a pincer formation.
It that weren't enough. a second set of plasma-phase turrets retracted outward, occupying the leftover spaces.
'Death from above, and below. Let's see how you like me now.' --- --- --- Leary rolled her eyes, "Yeah yeah. You're such a tease, Wipe. Is that all you think about?"
"Like that's not all you think about, Rabbit?" Calc shot back calmly.
"It's not!" Leary insisted. "I think about punching out that twerp just as often."
"Touche."
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Post by smokedtoast on May 4, 2009 17:08:03 GMT -5
The Vehicon turned it's attention to the turrets towards the scorpion drones first, firing bolts of plasma down at each side. It suddenly tips in the direction of the damaged turrent from before, making a hard turn in that direction as it transforms into a form of gerwalk vehicle mode with weapon modules still open. Roadwild smiles to herself as the vehicon focuses it's assault on the weakened pair of drones. ****************************************** Wipeout rolls her eyes lightly at Leary beforee jokingly bopping her on the head with her baton. "I wasn't just talking about THAT my dear... you know, I do have hobbies other then watching attempting comedians on open mic night." She responds with a smile. "Haven't you ever wondered what I do with my time off? Could actually try to get a new hobby or two after all... Calcium's learning martial arts and such after all after... the incident. Maybe you should try something new too."
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Post by festum on May 9, 2009 20:08:43 GMT -5
Four of the eight defense drones suddenly halted their attack. After a microsecond of assessment the first pair crawled unto the first. A quick rearranging of parts and the four scorpion drones were now two humanoid assault drones.
Together, the two behind the Vehicon began charging towards it as the four remaining scorpion-types continued thair attack from the front. --- --- --- Leary shrugged and shook her head. "Sorry sweetheart, but nuts to sports as far as I'm concerned. I get enough physical activity at work."
"Yeah, I'm sure you're mouth is just exhausted at the end of the day," Calc smirked.
"How long have you hated me?" Leary drawled in annoyance.
"How long have I known you?" Calc calmly answered back.
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Post by smokedtoast on May 21, 2009 14:28:27 GMT -5
Taking damage from the drones in front of itself, the bike-drone suddenly swerves around, trying to throw the drones in front of itself. It starts to peel out at full speed, heading back for the entrance while the others correct themselves. ********************* "Leary, if you really got all that much exercise... you wouldn't have junk in the trunk." Wipeout responded with a smirk. "Besides, it might give you ideas for your comedian act. Nothing like wiping, well... out, to give someone an amusing andedote." She adds before looking back at the show at hand. "Besides, if you're not interested... Calc, you wanna give a try at hoverboarding?"
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Post by festum on Jun 5, 2009 18:09:37 GMT -5
In response to the sudden acceleration, the right most humanoid drone lunged forward in a jump, swinging it's ankle down hard at the center of the cycle-drone.
Simultaneously, the left humanoid drone did a home plate slide in towards the spinning wheel of the cycle's rear wheel. --- --- --- "What would you know about good comedy?" Leary grumbled, turning away.
"Apparently more than you ever did," Calc smirked. Then looked over at Wipeout and shook her head.
"Sorry but I'm not big on sports. Makes me feel like a jackaft."
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Post by smokedtoast on Jun 10, 2009 2:08:11 GMT -5
Roadwild jerks in pain as the drone takes damage by the simultaneous attacks, the center smashed down the first attack. The drone starts to swerve around, but the second attack manages to jam up it's wheel and force it to flip over in a painful fashion. Gritting her teeth, Roadwild tries to summon it into robot mode as she's tired of trying to out-think these things. If she can't win this game, she'll sure as helll do some damage. The drone opens fire at the scorpion drone that home plated slid into it's wheel. ******************************** "Alright, but you're missing out..." Wipeout mentioned before backing up and looking between the two. "By the way, missing something?" She responds for a moment before pulling Leary's taser and Calcium's taser baton from behind his back. One smirk later and she replies. "Really guys, gotta watch out when the sexy girl's getting close. We don't want another enhancer incident again, do we?" She takes a look in the direction of the testing before handing back the weapons and responding. "Me thinks we need some more practice in the training room. Yo guys are the big bad ass kickers, you need to deal with the subtle. And !5 credits say Saw Boss loses half his drones."
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Post by festum on Jun 18, 2009 14:41:42 GMT -5
Saw Boss sighed and slumped against the controls as he watched his razor-drones play out their puppet show against the cycle-drone.
'This is pointless,' he thought darkly. 'Their success rate is 30% below acceptable projections. And that's against one stupid fragging motorcycle. Aegis is just another failure. I TOLD them I wasn't slagging programmed for this! But did they listen?! Do these flesh bags EVER listen to me?!'
He rubbed his optics and let out a sigh of exhaust. He only had a few groons left on his shift, and then he was gonna get blitzed out of his processor back in his quarters/cell. At least he had one thing to look forward to. --- --- --- Calcium and Leary both cast a quick glance at their superior where he was leaning against the wall, and then back at Wipeout.
"Hey, what are you doing?! Our boss is right there and he is LOOKING for a reason to fire us," Leary hissed at Wipeout.
Calcium frowned, "And he looks even stormier than usual..."
Leary rolled her optics, "How can you tell? He's a 'Con. What do you expect from the brat?"
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Post by smokedtoast on Jun 27, 2009 11:10:27 GMT -5
Gripkiller glances down at her fellow employee for a moment before looking up at the fight as the drones finish off what's left of the cycle-drone, Roadwild pulling off her helmet painfully before the feed back knocks her out. "You know Saw Boss... you've got something there with the designs, but if I might suggest something. Maybe altering the weaponry of the individual drones to different armaments? It's why the special teams were so effective... they all had their specialties which came together when they combined. Would force the target to treat each one differently, which would get complicated over time." She responds, genuinely interested in the project at this point. ----------------------------------- "Just pointing out you could use some more practice. And warning you of one way someone could get you fired." Wipeout responds bluntly, glancing in Saw Boss's direction as well. "I'd be watching my aft if I were you two... if he's really that willing, it'd be easy to set you up for the fall. I mean, look at what was done to him." She explains, glancing at Leary lightly. "Slag even Leary, we're some of the few cybertronians that put up with your jokes. Do you really think people are always going to just let it go? You need to learn to defend yourself better. And if your next joke is going to be about me doing the same, we can settle this in the training room."
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Post by festum on Jun 30, 2009 2:37:07 GMT -5
Saw Boss's namesake spun viciously in anger.
'How dare one of these flesh-drones tell me how to do my job?! I've been running security since before these brats were embers in a lasercore!' he thought to himself bitterly.
'Well I'm certainly not gonna clean up this mess. What a failure... Well if I'm miserable than those two lazy good for nothing slags are gonna be miserable too!'
"HEY!! GREASE STAINS! C'MERE AND CLEAR THIS SCRAP!"
"Awww, but Boss," Leary protested, "we got maintenance drones for that slag-"
"DO IT!"
Leary and Calc shared a nervous glance at their manager's unusually volcanic mood. The way he was staring at them, his saw spinning and the little trails of smoke from his exhaust ports... it was like her was practically begging them to disobey.
They both shot Wipeout an apologetic look and went to work while Saw Boss leaned against the wall and glared at their backs.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 8, 2009 18:52:28 GMT -5
Even as Wipeout followed to help out, Gripkiller glances in Saw Boss's direction for a moment before speaking up. "I find you... interesting Saw Boss. You claim at times you weren't made for this kind of job, yet you never take suggestions well... even for a decepticon of your reputation. Which is it, you know enough to handle this job on your own or you don't? It can't be both as they're exclusive opposites of the same coin." She goes silent for a moment before setting a container of energon lager on the counsel. "If you don't take criticism without a drink, I don't see why you come into work sober these days..." She responds calmly, crossing her arms again.
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Post by festum on Jul 12, 2009 3:30:01 GMT -5
Saw Boss's optics radiated a deep red, thick smoke oozing out of his exhaust. He took one heavy step towards Gripkiller after the other, his saw blade spinning fast enough that sparks flickered around the servo in connected to.
When he finally made his way over, he looked up at the tall femme and practically spat, "You're missing the point, Meatsack. I drink to drown the voices of you abominations out. I drink to remember when this planet actually meant something. I drink because it numbs the pain of being trapped in this utterly vile, disgusting SHELL!"
He turned on his heel and began to stalk away. "Nowhere in that list did I give the impression that I drink to hear your disgusting organic opinions."
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 23, 2009 23:42:06 GMT -5
Gripkiller looks back to Saw Boss as he leaves, thinking about what would be best to say at this point. Ultimately, she decides to go the other way as she speaks towards the leaving smaller 'con. "You forgot the booze," Was her response. She's not above being an asshole at this point, she is a 'con after all. Wipeout cringes a bit at the comment, trying to stay silent. She doesn't want to get involved in this little battle of the minds. Better to let them sort things out on their own. It takes a few moments for her to notice he's still ignoring her. 'Unfortunate' She thought to herself before walking over the remaining guards and inspecting their work. "Well, if he doesn't want the booze, someone should use it. How bad off is it looking for things?" She asks the guards lightly.
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