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Post by hare on May 21, 2012 22:45:41 GMT -5
Axegrinder sidesteps the flying chain and grabs it tight. She gives the chain a mighty pull, pulling the figure towards her. When the figure get into her zone, Axegrinder gives the figure a devastating headbutt.
****** "Reinforcements. Got it." C-Cord than looks at the cellphone bot. "You got that, Top?" She asks Fliptop. "Noted. Sending anybody who isn't injured or got themselves slagged a notice," Fliptop replied. C-Cord nodded. "Good boy." The head hacker than turns towards her staff. "Okay, guys. I need some current position on the forces. Preferably real time."
"Hey, C! Looks like I found some guys that's willing to go on that suicide mission," Fliptop announced. Whoa. That was quick. Well, at least the hard part was over. C-Cord frowned a little when Fliptop mentioned the words "suicide mission".
"Don't say that, man," C-Cord groaned. "Anyways, who's the lucky one?"
"Track Nine. Saying something she wanted to try her invention. Also, Thrashbeat and Corpsepaint," Fliptop answered. So. They got a inventor, a drugged out DJ who happens to be a weapon master and a Martial Artist. Maybe this could work out after all. The head hacker shrugged. "Well, I'm not picky. Send them the coordinates and tell them not to take any unneccessary risks. Shock and awe and get the pit out of there. "
"Done and done." Fliptop answered. C-Cord than turn towards the staff. "Okay, we got ourselves some volunteers. I know we're tried and we're really limited on the tech right now, but do as much as you could. Provide them with the maps of the city and be their eyes and ears as much as possible. Do what you can, guys."
"Yes, our liege!" The hacker cried out obedinently while doing what they were told. C-Cord sighs. She mentally sends a prayer for Primus for her team to keep it together for a little longer and the three who's about to move out to give aid to the one that's being chased. With their limited tech and her hackers starting to buckle under the pressure and stressed, she doesn't know how long they'll last. She hopes they'll keep it together long enough to see the four to safety.
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Post by smokedtoast on Aug 12, 2012 22:24:30 GMT -5
As the figure's pulled towards her, "MouthPiece" doesn't waste any time transforming back into vehicle mode and throttling it's engine. Somehow it manages to grab the chain onto the front mounted winch as it swerves to the side, taking Axegrinder's headbutt hard into the side of it's car door before taking off down along the wall of the arena. It seems intent on dragging axegrinder rough and hard along the walls and unstable pathway ways that form the outer rim of the room. Laughter can be heard from inside the hood despite the collapsed and shattered window from Axegrinder's impact. "Gotta do a little better then that to take down me 'girl'.... gotta do a whole slag better then that!" It calls out after her.
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Wirehead responded gruffly. "On it, all points on alert out here C-Cord!" She added before signing out and retaking her position as a lookout.
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Post by hare on May 8, 2013 13:03:12 GMT -5
"Oh believe me, I'm going to be bringing my A game on once I get my hands on you!" She told her as she gets a little banged up by being hit along the walls and being dragged. "And whoever you are, you're going to wish you haven't me me!" She just hope Mouthpiece would be okay.
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"Flipkick, open a secured firewalled line for Thrash, Nine, and Corpsepaint! Connect it to everybody involved."C-Cord ordered. "Bots and girls, keep the lines running and make sure we don't get any surprise attacks!" The hackers shouted. "Yes, our mistress!" Flipkick nods and converts into his cellphone mode. "You better not make any long distance calls, Cord!" He joked. C-Cord chuckles and picks him up.
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Post by smokedtoast on May 20, 2013 23:49:32 GMT -5
The faux-Mouthpiece hit the brakes suddenly as he transformed back into robot mode, turning on a heel and throwing a punch for Axegrinder's midsection. "Oh I already have little girl. I remember quite vividly all the special treatment you gave us prisoners... all because we were smarter then you, we were -better- then you." He practically spits in her direction, cackling to himself. "And yet here you are, trying to claim you've become better. Nothing you've done has made amends to those you harmed, nothing you could do would do that. You're nothing but a berserker, a weapon to be pointed at others."
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Post by hare on Aug 21, 2013 9:51:22 GMT -5
Axegrinder stumbles a bit after he punches her in the midsection. This is getting bad. The only thing she cares about is getting the REAL Mouthpiece out and getting out of here before the guard blows the tunnel. Axegrinder didn't really care what the imposter was saying. All this talking was starting to piss her off. "You know, 8-bit." She than grabs him by his neck. "You talk way too damn much!" Axegrinder throws a couple of right hooks to his face. "What the star of Unicron you're trying to do?! Break me? Make me see the errors of my way? Don't make me laugh!" She hissed at him as he was wailing on him with every thing she can muster. She than stops throwing punches with her free hand and drops him. When he hits the ground, she delivers a painful looking snap kick across his faceplate. "You think that psychological warfare slag works on me?! You're telling me every thing that I already know! Yes, I terrorize nerds because they're smarter than me. And yes and I know I'm not the easiest person to get along with! But I'm pretty much okay with that and I'm working on it." Axegrinder delivers another kick to he face. "Better than me? If you were so damn better, you wouldn't find other ways to take me out than trying to break me down! There's nothing that grinds my gears than a bunch of slag for brains like you trying to talk your way out!" Axegrinder delivers a final massive kick across his face before before letting him fall. She than spits on him.
She than summons her axe from her subspace compartment. "Normally I would let you say your last words, but you pissed me off way too much and I wasted enough time with you already." Axegrinder tries to think of a witty line to impart on the imposter. Nothing comes to mind. She raises her axe into the air and starts to swing.
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Post by smokedtoast on Sept 22, 2013 19:11:24 GMT -5
Caught offguard by the stream of attacks, faux-Mouthpiece is taken off by the relentless assault thrown his way by Axegrinder. Of all the targets it could have taken, it clearly underestimated the guard's resolve. Even as it's unnatural body tries to repair itself, the continual assault is making it's effect known on the creature as it's thrown away by the last of her weaponless blows. Its head seems to give up the attempt to reform back to a familiar shape as she summons her weapon from subspace. Instead attempting to reconfigure a weapon-like format, energy gathering inside of it's maul as Axegrinder comes walking up. "You haven't seen the l-" It manages to sputter before the axe cleaves clearly through his head and whatever seems to be maintaining the energy within. Its head explodes, even as the reaction continues through its body and destroys far too neatly to be a mistake... Whatever the case, it is gone. Theres was silence for a moment, until the sound that only comes with dislocated servos echoes across the room. Mouthpiece moans even as his wounds spark again for a moment.
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Post by hare on Nov 3, 2013 23:54:40 GMT -5
The security guard gives the imposter three final huge hacks to make sure he's permanently offline. Axegrinder removes the ax from the fake Mouthpiece and raises it over her head to give it a definite final whack if he decides to heal up and attack her. Satisfied that he's not regenerating, Axegrinder lowers her weapon. "Damn loudmouth." The security guard turns towards her attention that truly mattered.
Axegrinder runs towards the preacher. She assured him as she raised her ax and carefully aims for the chains that trapped his legs. She carefully hacks through the chains and free his legs. Than she goes after the chains on his arms. She follows the same process as before and being careful of not cutting his arms. "Speak to me, Preacher Man. Speak to me! We're getting out of here now. We're going home. I finally shut that guy up." If she doesn't get him out of here soon, this will be their new home.
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Post by smokedtoast on Dec 17, 2013 8:43:08 GMT -5
"No preacher... too many sins..." Mouthpiece manages to mutter as his restraints are cut, falling to his knees. What ever that monstrosity had said to him... it had gotten through. No wonder the faux mouthpiece had been so confident. "Oy, wankers!" Came a call from the long tunnel they had travelleddown. "Anyone still alive in there, we're ready to blast!" There were sounds of footsteps heading their way.
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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 31, 2014 20:52:33 GMT -5
Downrange entered the room a short time later, looking around at all the carnage with the finese of a sniper. "Saint Primal..." Was all he managed to mutter, even as his eyepiece took pictures of the remains of the fake Mouthpiece. Hurrying over to Axegrinder and Mouthpiece, he grabbed one of the preacher's arms and slung him over his shoulder. "Come on Axegrinder, they'll blow the damn tunnel shut with or without us."
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Post by hare on Apr 9, 2014 0:29:23 GMT -5
"Come on, Preacher Man. Let's go home." Axegrinder grab the other arm and slung it over her shoulders. He starts to follow Downrange lead. She still couldn't get what she just witness or dealt with out of her mainframe. Who was that thing that was masquerading as Mouthpiece and was there's something more to it? She doesn't care. Her thoughts were getting Mouthpiece and herself out of there before it becomes their new home.
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