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Post by striker on Apr 14, 2011 1:16:00 GMT -5
It was not the best day of her life, not by a long shot. She had wanted to get out of her apartment, because she had been feeling hemmed in for the last few weeks. Needing a release, she slipped out into the city
Oh what a mistake that was... even if it WAS worth it.
She had found her way to a party, somewhat underground. It was packed, noisy, mechs and femmes grinding against each other in every combination a CPU could process. Music pounded in her audio receptors, drinks were pounded down her throat and OH they were GOOOD. Giving her that nice little slightly over-energized buzz
Somehow though... someone recognized her... even after.... after her Enhancements and changes.
Now, she was running for her life. Her only hope was the high Rad area of the Neutral Ground, in hopes it would block whatever they were using to track her and hopefully she could hide so visual scanners couldn't follow her.
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Post by smokedtoast on Apr 14, 2011 19:02:45 GMT -5
To those not looking closely.... those searching for Ironhorse would be easily confused for Autotroopers. Their sleek white design left them easily identifiable as Authority figures... until one were to look under the visors they wore and realize there was no light of life underneath their core. Hellscream's own infected "Shock Troopers", inspired by the former Black Zarak and current Thunderbird's own mindless troops. As they get closer, Ironhorse can't help but feel a painful pulse near her spark chamber. It's almost easily mistaken for the throb and echo of her own life energies if not for the fact it continued to ebb and woe as the creatures came closer. At least one had transformed to bot mode, hopping and climbing the formation she was hiding under...
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Post by striker on Apr 15, 2011 19:06:36 GMT -5
Ironhorse sat there, huddled into a small ball, as small as she could. She was breathing raggedly, scared, shivering.
No no no... please go away, please go away!! she whispered mentally, as if they could hear even that. She didn't know what the hell she was feeling but she knew something was wrong.
If she could only find an answer
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Post by Cryptic on Apr 16, 2011 12:27:28 GMT -5
"Now, is this any way to pursue a lady's attentions?" Crasher drawled from behind the troopers, having spotted them when he's left the same party Ironhorse had been at. He was cold sober, knowing Icebird would have his hide if he ever fell off the wagon again, but he could still hit a place and enjoy the music, and flirt with the girl bots. And he needed to be distracted now and then after the convoy incident. He didn't like that he'd left a comrade behind, let alone all those officers who where mauled and mowed down. "Besides, wouldn't you rather take in an wanted fugitive instead of some girl who was weaving?"
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Post by smokedtoast on Apr 21, 2011 0:22:03 GMT -5
The lead Shock Trooper member turns towards Crasher, eyes narrowing. "Subversive Crasher." It responds darkly, it's voice a horrible mash of electronic noises that somehow make the sound of words. It does not belong in this world. "Destroy all subversives!" It shouts in a screaching howl as the closest two rush at him, arms shifting into an axe and spear respectively as the spear wielding one darts forward, stabbing up at Crasher.
The pounding continues to throb, something... doesn't feel right underneath her armor. It's almost terrifying enough not to check.
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Post by striker on Apr 21, 2011 0:27:27 GMT -5
Biting her lip, Ironhorse rushed out, slamming herself against a pile of scrap and debris, intent on making it fall on the Troopers chasing after her. She had no idea if she was trading in the frying pan for the fire, but Crasher seemed legit in trying to help her. It was only right she try and help back
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Post by Cryptic on Apr 21, 2011 8:36:25 GMT -5
"Not the brightest sparks in the Allspark are you?" Crasher asked as components shifted and her fell forward into his beast mode, narrowly avoiding the spear thrust. As his front hooves hit the ground a shock wave swept out from them with enough force the send full trash containers skidding across the ground. With a snort the mechanical ram charged forward as from the other end a 4x4 type vehicle came rolling down towards Iron.
"Get on and hold tight." a femme's voice said from the speakers.
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Post by striker on Apr 21, 2011 19:49:07 GMT -5
Not one to argue Ironhorse hopped on the 4x4 and clung for dear life... still
"mm, never ridden another femme before... could be fun"
maybe it was that premium energon?
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Post by smokedtoast on Apr 22, 2011 23:42:44 GMT -5
Regardless of the intentions, Ironhorse and Crasher's gambits both work. As the spear wielder is thrown back by the crashing pound, the axe wielder manages to hold their ground better. The first is barely able to get up to a kneeling position before being pelted with rocks, knocking if off balance. However, the second is prepared for Crasher's charge, swinging his axe downwards as the beast even as it's struck in the chest. There's an unusual amount of squishyness to the shell as he collides regardless... There's more then meets the eye with these things. The leader of the group manages to catch wind of the 4 wheeler as his own arm shifts into a projectile weapon. Plasma builds around the tip before launching at the two not unlike a certain metallic blue bomber of earth's past. "Subversives on the move." Is it's only statement as it hops on down after them.
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Post by Cryptic on May 1, 2011 8:09:35 GMT -5
"Yeah well, I'm not the femme I was before cutey, but I'm sure I'll give you a wild ride." the 4X4 replied as she burned some rubber and shot off.
"Eww.... shoddy construction." Crash muttered as the ax blade struck his armor. He felt the metal slide along tearing up metal as he pushed forward, head butting the bot's chest again as he plowed forward attempting to trample it into the dirt.
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Post by striker on May 1, 2011 19:00:09 GMT -5
Ironhorse held on for dear life, not wanting to be caught by the troopers... ... she did look a little green though
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Post by smokedtoast on May 5, 2011 0:49:14 GMT -5
The leader shifts for a moment in an almost disgusting form of unraveling and re-revaling as it hits the ground. Transforming in the squishiest, loosest form of the word into an all-terrain vehicle, it takes chase releasing blast after blast of heated plasma, the cannon now mounted on the hood. "This unit will not be evaded!" It manages to cry out, the first signs of any emotions from the creatures.
The axe-wielder struggles against the beast, face unrfurrowing into a set of metallic tendrils as it screeches at his attacker. Despite the squishyness, it's surprisingly resillent in it's attempts to shove the ram back... Though the spear-wielder doesn't seem to be taking any chances as it fires it's weapon at Crasher.
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Post by Cryptic on May 5, 2011 10:51:23 GMT -5
"Oh yes you will gruesome." the 4x4 snipped back as she put on as much speed as she could. "Hey, if you feel up to it there's a hand cannon stored by your right knee. Try and pick that bugger off will you?"
Crasher let out a bleat of pain as the shot hit and staggered back. "Oh, now that is just not right." he said before rearing up again and slamming his fore hooves down for another shock wave.
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Post by striker on May 5, 2011 17:41:27 GMT -5
Ironhorse nodded mutely, grabbing the blaster and cocking it. Then she twirled in her seat, facing backwards. She squeezed the seat with her knees/thighs and put one hand behind her to grip at the steering column for support, letting the 4x4 do the driving.
Then, sighting down the barrel she eased the trigger back, taking a shot and beginning to pepper the shocktrooper as fast as she could with the blaster.
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Post by smokedtoast on May 11, 2011 22:34:04 GMT -5
This time, the Axe-wielder was prepared for Crasher's attack as it swings it's axe upwards. The move is swift, taking advantage of Crasher's exposed mid-section as he prepared his attack. "Evasive should learn new tricks." It practically snarls at it's attacker before headbutting into the ram to knock it off balance.
The Spear-wielder charges forward, preparing to drive hise weapon further into the target. It almost seemed to be grinning from ear to ear...
*****
The shock trooper in pursuit swerved to the side, trying to use the rocky terrain to give itself cover even as several of Ironhorse's shots impact with it's shell. As it starts to come around the sides, the damage done can be sickly seen repairing as if the strips of metal were a pair of squids fightint for dominence over a raw, sickly piece of meat. It starts to fire ahead of Crasher's path, trying to destroy the road ahead of the two.
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