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Post by npc on Jun 7, 2008 11:27:02 GMT -5
He looks down at Turnspike and pauses for a moment, "I just grieve for my crew, Turnspike." He says before looking away, "They turned on me like a pack of decpticons after we crashed. I some how avoided their fate" he says tiredly. "I apologise, it is really not anything I can deal with right now." He forces a smile, "We got bots to save, right?"
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Post by smokedtoast on Jun 10, 2008 14:03:03 GMT -5
Turnspike nods lightly in return. "Indeed. Once we get the others out, we can work on getting your friends out of there and see if we can help them." She responds calmly, before looking back to Seasaurus. "How are you doing back there Sea? Been kind of quiet..."
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Post by skysaurus on Jun 13, 2008 5:32:10 GMT -5
"I'm fine. Just... tired," Sea replied. "I can hold up until we get back, though."
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Post by hare on Jun 15, 2008 12:29:28 GMT -5
If anybody could stop what they're doing, they could hear the faint sounds of dry leaves and twigs snapping. If they do that, they can briefly see some small blood red optics glowing in the shadows, staring at the rescue party before they disappear in a nanosecond. Than suddenly, there was nothing.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jun 26, 2008 16:43:24 GMT -5
Turnspike pauses suddenly, her ear fidgiting lightly at the sound as she glances around warily. She doesn't manage to catch the pair of eyes, but she's still suspicious of the sounds. Pulling her weapon from her back, she motions for the others to move in closer as she moves her back towards them. "I don't think we're alone out here..."
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Post by npc on Jun 27, 2008 22:49:16 GMT -5
Jadecrusher turns so his back faces Turnspike's and sea, trusting the smaller bot's judgement as he unslings his own weapon, the two handed sword carried easily in his grip, he nods to Turnspike and looks for heat signitures in the foliage.
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Post by smokedtoast on Aug 7, 2008 14:22:28 GMT -5
Turnspike starts to loosen her grip on her weapon after a few tense minutes, though she keeps it pointed forward as she glances around carefully. "I think it's gone... but we can't be sure, can we?" She responds with a grim tone. "You see anything guys?" Femur meanwhile was slinking her way closer to the group, using her unique 'skeleton wolf' nature to conceal her own heat signature. She can't help but be amused by their clustering. She radios back to the others as they come closer to the position, stating calmly. ~There's only three of them... but one of them is huge. Looks like they've already been spooked commander.. .how should we proceed? overwhelm them from all directions?~ ***************************************************** Kamkaze meanwhile glances over at Skyfighter as they fly for the location, though they're still a bit ways off. Mantessa is swiftly and surely clinging to his back, but something seems to be nagging him. He looks in the two commander's direction for a moment before responding. "Phibs, Skyfighter.... you think they're still safe over there?"
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Post by hare on Aug 7, 2008 17:22:06 GMT -5
He heard the faint sounds of computerized but feral wails, the sounds of motor roaring and tires crushing dry twigs underneath its tires, and collective pattering of feet. Looks like those Decepticons are on the move. Looks like he doesn' get to go home bored after all. He can't tell how many are there, but he knows there's a lot of him. The motor roaring indicated this guy have a vehicle mode or sorts or he's riding a transector. He's betting the latter. He was prepared to go into action onto he hears a "bark." His face becomes a frown of annoyance. They actualy brought him along. First things first, he has to disable the Decepticons' bloodhound. Without their extra pairs of optics, noses, and ears, they'll be fighting blind. Something he can work with. With that he hides further into the shadows and activates his signal jammer. No need to give them a calling card.
****************** Mutt smells the air. He stops in his tracks and stands at alert. He looks around and smells the air again. Trying to get something. Somebody's definitely out there. And they just got away. He growls at the mysterious intruder.
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Post by darkstatic on Aug 16, 2008 8:35:17 GMT -5
Sky looks over at Kamkaze and thinks on it for a moment "It's difficult to say" she replies "though I am sure that they are as safe as anyone can be"
Windwhisper and Saber ran along the ground keeping up as best they could with those in the air.
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Post by smokedtoast on Aug 26, 2008 12:03:44 GMT -5
Femur turned her attention in Mutt's direction, hearing his growl through her canine ears. The fact that something's setting him off sets off her own paranoia as she slinks in that direction low to the ground, listening for any movements. ~Anyone else getting any disturbances in the field?~ ~Nothing over here.~ Sand Clamp responds, moving into position to the side of the wary group. He recognizes Seasaurus from his time in Deva Corp... considering the fact they already captured Land, he figures grabbing her will weaken Skysaurus further. ********************************************** Kamikaze nods in return, turning his focus forward. "Gotcha... You feeling ok up there 'Tessa?" He responds up to his own passenger, realizing she's been silent the whole flight.
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Post by embyr on Aug 26, 2008 23:43:08 GMT -5
Mantessa responded with a giddy laugh. " I'm just fine!" She didn't get a chance to fly all that often, so she was enjoying the opportunity.
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Post by smokedtoast on Sept 10, 2008 11:56:32 GMT -5
ooc: Ah hell, time to throw a knife in people's bonnets. U_U;; Anyone wanting to unclutter the thread, take similar tactics to split up the groups... Anyone chasing SandClamp post the start of the chase here... then move to "In pursuit of Seafood" bic: While Femur waits for an order from the veteran Skyjack, Sand Clamp isn't quite as patient at this point. He's already figured his target in the second component of Magmatron, having noticed her obvious weakness... As he moves into position to capture her, Jadecrusher should register a set of two heat signatures coming at her from the opposite side. A few moments later, two identical clones of Sand Clamp suddenly transform and fire upon her as a distraction. As Turnspike dives for cover, turning in the clone's direction... the real Sand Clamp transforms and darts out of the brush, grabbing Seasaurus before throwing one of his arms to the side and transforming it into blaster mode. One sharp expulsion of plasma and the two are sent flying into the wooded area with much vigor. Turnspike winces in response as she's struck by the blast, thrown backwards. "Damn it! They grabbed Sea!" She responds sharply before bringing her weapon around and aiming at Sand Clamp. ~Feel free to pick you targets folks.~ Clamp meanwhile responds with a giddy tone as he ducks around a tree just shy of a blast from Turnspike's weapon. ~They won't be expecting more then clones at this point, and the group has been split up.~ A few moments later, it's too hard for keep a bead on the bugger. Femur winces and radios back. ~Er... orders sir?~ ********************************************** Kamikaze blinked lightly as the group came across the battle at hand, noticably hearing Turnspike's cry. "Slag, Phibs, your girl's being taken into the woods. Want us to help out the rest while you get her back?" He responds, taking note of the multiple Sand Clamps. "Tess... did your boyfriend have any brothers?..." He asks her in a confused tone.
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Post by hare on Sept 10, 2008 17:21:59 GMT -5
Dammit! Looks like this can't wait. Looks like he's going to roll the dice on this once. He wanted to take out their hound first, but that can wait. Razorbite got an idea. Razorbite shuts down his audio receiver. He pulls out a small, baseball shaped ball. He pressed the button on it and gently places it on the ground he currently standing. He then quietly walks off, than sprints off to his next target. The metallic ball started to beep and starts to mechanically starts to split open and reveals a small piece of machinery that resembles a micro-sized satellite anteanne and stereo system. The machinery started to emit a high pitched, glass-shattering sonic frequency in its area. Anybody within the blast radius of the Sonic Grenade would have been on the ground right now, covering their audio sensors in agony. Luckily nobody was in there when the grenade went off....
********************* .....Unfortunately for Mutt however, it was too much. Mutt howled loudly, as if trying to tell somebody to shut whatever that was making that horrible sound. Mutt tried to cover his "ears" with his paws/hands but it was no use. The sound was getting more and more unbearable. Thinking screw this in his primitive canine CPU, Mutt finally broke free from Femur's grasp. Mutt lets out a huge feral howl and transforms into his robot mode. He activates his cloaking device and disappear right in front of Femurspike. Mutt turns away from Femurspike and goes into the woods, going after the source of the sound.
******************************************** By now, the dog must be on his way here. Good. He have to time this just right. He doesn't have a lot of sonic grenades on him, so he has to make it count. In the meantime, he'll throw the dice and try to go after Sea Clamp. Maybe he can cause some havoc on the party in the process.
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Post by embyr on Sept 13, 2008 2:25:04 GMT -5
Mantessa blinked, shaking her head. "N-no...." She didn't really know what to expect, it had been so long...."Not that I remember, anyway, it's....it's been a while..."
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Post by Amphibitron on Sept 16, 2008 23:06:30 GMT -5
Amphibitron had been keeping quiet and holding onto his ride as best he could. Despite the brave front he put on back on the ship this was not a situation he was comfortable in. In the past he might have been in a few scuffles but he was far more comfortable back at his office. Sitting behind his desk, reviewing reports... it was a different way of maintaining order but it was one that didn't stress him out. It was civilized and good honest work. He could help the entire planet by producing safer, more beneficial enhancers as well as new means of combating their abuse. Growing up with his sisters had done a number on him, fostering a strong sense of logic and justice. It took a lot to make him angry and even more to make him strike some one.
And right now he was furious.
Without a word he ran from the rest of the group and plowed into the woods, twigs and branches snapping obstreperously in his wake.
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