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Post by tearoness on Jun 17, 2009 22:19:54 GMT -5
As Octane flew towards the enemy ship after location it he just hope he was far enough away from the ship and out of range for anyone to try to talk him out of now trying to make peace with an old friend.
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Post by tearoness on Sept 7, 2009 21:49:57 GMT -5
IC: Octane ::Nearly hit a tree when his communator when off, he quickly gathered himself hearing the message from the Neo-Autobot ship. C>"Ahoy. This is acting commander Amphibitron of Neo-Auto ship Magmatron. Our sensors has dected your vessle and recieved your cease-fire broadcast. Do you require assistance?" Shaking his head as he finished listening to the com. message.
He wanted to go undetected and sneak in the ship quickly make peace with Blitzwing and leave before the others would find out what he was up too. So much for sneaking in the back door. He gathered his thoughts for a moment trying to think of something that would help get him on board the ship he could make peace with blitzwing. C> Matter of fact I do need assistance I would like to request to speak to Blitzwing if this is possible Commander Amphibitron.
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Post by smokedtoast on Sept 9, 2009 3:30:44 GMT -5
Unfortunately for the deserting Neo-Decepticon, his attempt to flee to the Neo-Autobot ship did not go unhindered. Halfshell points out his current location silently to his current teammates before speaking up. "Appears to be talking to himself... probably talking with our opponents on the other ship. Should have figured the fuel-master for a deserter." He responds gruffly back to the others. "Let him lead us back to their ship or take him down hard and fast now?"
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Post by hare on Sept 10, 2009 16:07:00 GMT -5
A technorganic ring-tailed lemeur was quietly and gracefully leaping from tree to tree, while remaining elusive to Octane. Narkaru kept a close eye on the energy transporter. <Okay, guys. This is Son Goku. I got the Fueltruck in my sights> Narkaru raidioed his older teammates. <Waiting for orders.>
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Post by tearoness on Sept 11, 2009 21:21:29 GMT -5
IC: Octane ::Stood where he was waiting for a response to his unsual request. Thinking that it wasn't worth it and should head back the ship. Deep down if he didn't do this it probably would drive insane. Sometimes he wishes it was back in the old days with him and Blitzwing having fun and causing alot of choas. Shaking his head that was so long ago it wasn't funny.
He knew things have changed and changed so much he didn't like it much but he does what he has to do and grumbles about::
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Post by nyugvo6 on Oct 2, 2009 14:56:26 GMT -5
showtime runs to shelter, aims her pistol and fires at octane, hoping she can hide before the enemy finds out where the shot came from.
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Post by tearoness on Oct 10, 2009 18:59:30 GMT -5
IC: Octane ::Heard something rustling in the near by brushes though he didn't see the intial fireblast until the shot nearly missed his right arm by mere inches he flatten himself on the groudn he scanned the area to see who had shot at him but he couldn't dectect anything. Muttering and cursing under his breath, this was really driving him nuts all he wanted to do was make peace with Blitzwing and get on with life again. But it seems as thought it would not work out the way he had hoped it would::
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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 28, 2010 4:19:12 GMT -5
Halfshell cursed to himself as he readied his shield-like weapon carefully. ~Showtime, the order to engage had not been recieved yet!~ He barked over the private comm channels, trying to keep things simple. ~Naraku... draw him out into the open. Showtime and I will ground the turncoat so Bludgeon and Hellblazer can make things personal and close. Unless you've a preference for something more...honorable Bludgeon.~ The hint of sarcasm in his voice could go either way.... either he meant fo suggest the dishonorable deserved honor or it was a jab at bludgeon's own take on combat. Either way it was a challenge issued... His blood boiled at the possibility of conflict, even more then it should have. Of course Half-shell was the least conscious of the changes from all his seacon brothren.
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Post by hare on Mar 29, 2010 22:56:00 GMT -5
<Consider it done.>> Naraku radioed his teammates back. Naraku starts to run and quietly leaps to another tree to another, trying not to let her know he's in the tree. He leaps into another tree, trying to get a bead on Octane. He stops tree jumping for a second to see if he can find her. He finally catches her. He smiles. He leaps into the air and silently mutters his transformation code and converted into his robot mode. After he fully transform into his robot mode, Naraku goes into his hip compartment and grab some flashbangs and sonic gernades. He throws the into the ground, trying to get Octane attention.
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Post by npc on Apr 2, 2010 22:23:40 GMT -5
Bludgeon doesn't rise to the bait either way. She's concerned with the fight itself, and none of the show that leads up to it. "You don't have to ground Octane to make this a fair fight for me. I've dealt with more dangerous flyers than that one. You lot have your fun. When you've taken your potshots, I'll deal with him, permanently." The dead optics effect of her face only heightens the eerie effect her total detachment over murder has. The only betrayal of any feeling at the moment is her hand resting on the hilt of her sword.
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Post by tearoness on Apr 13, 2010 21:22:53 GMT -5
There was a sudden burst of bright light off to the right of Octane he covered his eyes for a moment until the flash bang was over and he also covered his ears from the sonic blast once that was over he had scanned to see where it was coming from.
"What do you want? whoever you are" Octane readied his weapon hoping it wouldn't come down to a fight but if a fight was ordered so be it.
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Post by smokedtoast on May 3, 2010 23:10:48 GMT -5
~There he is.... Showtime, your show now. Light his position up.~ Halfshell responds for a moment as he readies his weapon to take aim. ~Once he takes flight... I'll ground him with a little electrical storm of my own concoction.~ He explains, amused at how well these soldiers take command. Maybe he should look at taking some of them on as part of his crew when this war is over...
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 14, 2010 22:57:07 GMT -5
ooc: Dante has given the ok for this since he's going to be out of town for a while and he's still recovering from a switch in sleep schedules!~ Time for the royal brawl to begin. bic: Showtime leveled her weapons in Octane's direction, ready to lay waste to the traitor in front of her. A part of her grew giddy at the unlikely idea that like his former form, Octane's fuel tanks might ignite at the level of literal fire power she planned to fire. Whatever happened next would be spectacular in her mind. It was this mental distraction that left her ill-focused to notice the roar of an engine that came echoing across the forest from the direction Octane was heading... Half-shell himself barely had a chance to look over before the two of them were sideswiped by what appeared to be an armored red Pontiac Firebird. He was knocked off balance while the car managed to snag Showtime directly, pushing her forward as it continued it's path. Showtime managed to recover enough to fire her weapons upon it relentlessly, causing a large part of it to light on fire even as it started to transform. Arms formed from the sides of the front of the vehicle managed to grab at her despite the damage as the transector rolled to a knee, throwing the smaller bot away even as a flare round wedged itself in it's face plate. Skullgrin smirked to herself inside the mech even as she grabbed at the face plate, ripping it away and stating defiantly. "Heroic Decepticons Represent! I don't know about you wannabees.... but I'm itching for a curb stomping." The damage to the faceplate gave her transector a vague resemblance to her old form, but just barely. Halfshell turned with a growl, his eyes blackening over as the unicron taint within him boiled. No one does that to him, no one. "Attack the interloper!" He managed to bellow, losing the control which had so swiftly set himself up in the leadership position. His weapon started to prime itself... he was out for blood.
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Post by hare on Jul 14, 2010 23:36:15 GMT -5
Naraku was about to throw down with Octane until he heard the roar of the engine that came across the forest. He quickly turned around saw a giant red armored robot on the horizon. "Oh slag!" The young ninja shouted. Out of all the scenarios played out, this didn't came out. His first thoughts were pack up his shit and get the pit out of here. They have low numbers, no heavy hitters with them, or even heavy hardware. He also wish his partner Armorhide was him right now. Just forget about this mission and let them go at it. But than he wouldn't be the group's elite ninja. Naraku just converted into his beast mode, ran pass Octane, and went into thick vegatation of the jungle. Time to go to work.
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Post by tearoness on Jul 28, 2010 18:32:35 GMT -5
Although Octane couldn't detect who had used the flash bang as he scanned the area and it came up with nothing. Something is going haywire with his scanners, something is messing up for some reason. He didn't get an answer as to who was firing at him.
Then he heard a roar of a engine, "Oh slag I really don't need all this attention, looks like the end is near for me. " He looked around and down he saw and also heard a voice he hadn't heard in a very long time. Spotting were the voice came from he spoke from where is was up in the branches of a tree, "It has been a long time Skullgrin nice to see you again, I have a feeling you are going to get plenty of stomping time, not sure who's out there or how many either."
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