SugarCube
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Post by SugarCube on Feb 27, 2008 19:39:21 GMT -5
(( Fair warning. Epic-ish... thing. Story. >.>; ))
Dissever quirked an optic ridge at the hint of a fight from his Autobot counterpart, gladly abusing making use of his override to gain access to the cell. He stood, eying the mess made of the mech. Ratchet eyed him back, blue optics promising divine retribution at some point, little stiff shift in the lines of his frame suggesting same. The Benz smirked, crouched by him, and in one smooth move disabled motor relays, leaving the Hummer immobile. His hand remained in cabling, lightly playing over torn edges as a low whistle sounded.
"Got you good, huh? Look at this mess. Torn cabling, your hydraulics are fragged. You've got," he tapped lightly at the CMO's temple, "fractures around the orbit. Impact damage here, and here, hairline fractures in some of the support structures, stress damage..."
Ratchet growled a warning, prompting him to sit back. His smirk widened into a grin. Dissever ran light hands over the medic, assessing damage. Low on energon, low on coolant, intakes strained with the effort of keeping core temperatures at acceptable levels. Probably he'd shut down some of them, the more peripheral ones, to conserve energy. Most of the smaller tears in fuel, coolant and hydraulic lines has been sealed off by self repair, and the flow either cut off and/or rerouted -
"Get your fraggin' hands the slag off me, Decepticon," snarled the Hummer, voice a harsh growl edged with static.
The Benz shrugged, moved over to the opposite side, lifted an arm. "Your left arm's completely fragged. Elbow gears and servos wrecked. And where in the Pit - hah, holy Primus on a bolt. They took your blade," he commented, deftly manipulating the plating apart. "That must bite. Glad I ain't in your place, mech."
"Shut the frag up. I can put you here without a backward glance, scraplet."
"Meh, not in this condition, and not anytime soon. Anyway. Enough of small talk; let's talk shop. The virus."
Ratchet blinked at him. "What virus?"
"C'mon, smarts. You treated Prime for it. It wrecked his coding."
"Don't know nuts about it. Go analyze it yourself, then come back and we'll exchange notes."
"Done that, Autobot. Your turn now," he quipped, wriggling fingers in the Hummer's field of vision. "Give. Notes. I've done my analysis."
"All the way back in my medbay, rustbucket, you can take me there."
"Pfeh, I look like a stupid to you? I ain't halfclocked," he sniped. Microchip, suspended in inert fluid, isolated in a small chamber under the pad of a finger. So tempting...
"Really? Could have fooled me," bit back the Hummer, optics narrowed at the black mech. "And you've got fraggin' Soundwave with you. He's got all the data you need," snarled Ratchet, note of despair and disgust creeping into his already harsh voice. Sense of being violated all over again... Primus-forsaken scrapheap.
"You going to blame me if I said I like to hear it from the proverbial horse's mouth?" Dissever tilted his head, hand on the bullbar across the Hummer's chassis. He'd opted against that particular addition himself, though it was an option available for his alt.
"Go frag yourself."
"Ech, maybe another time. I'll need Patient 0 - "
"Pa - You slaggin' imbecilic chunk of stupidi-"
" - And to do something about this virus, the synthesized strain is unstable. What, you volunteering?"
"FRAG, IN A MILLION VORNS, NEVER - "
"It'd probably kill you outright in this state, and while I must admit it's tempting, it's not viable."
"Damned straight it isn't, period!"
Dissever shook his head, chuckling lightly. "Damn, you're a hot one live. Medic to medic now, Ratchet. No more, no less. I'm curious and you're the smart one. Tell me. Viability of building in a timed release?"
"Doable, if you've got the processing power for it. Complex. Timed release and incubation period is a moot point if you don't stabilize that slaggin' thing first, which, judging from experience, is going to take you the better part of a half-dozen vorns or more," he spat. "Now get the frag out of my faceplates." Because I'm at the point where a forced systems crash is looking very, very welcome.
Light snort of amusement, fingers brushing into the Hummer's neck again. "I'll see you around, I suppose - hey Nightstrike! I'm seeing what you're doing there, sneaky femme. You wanna have a go? And put those blades down, you."
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Sir, Prowl commed back in response. Swiftly, he folded down into the sleek, if incongruous form of his black and white foreign cruiser, and moved ahead of his team.
Let's go.
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Post by runyasan08 on Feb 27, 2008 21:09:28 GMT -5
Fire looked up from the floor at the familiar voice, tilting his head to once side at Twilight's question, considering the answer to the other sparkling. He moved around to face Twilight without having to turn his head, but did not move from his original spot, going no closer or further away from his friend and her mother. "It doesn't feel right," he said softly, gesturing towards the now-empty common room.
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'Great. Team leader.' Wheeljack thought to himself, glancing back towards the two twins and two Aquabots that were the other half of his team. Two 'Bots as violative as he was, and two.. he didn't know all that well. Got it, Optimus. With that, the inventor transformed into his Lancia alt form, and went around the semi in front of them. Behind him, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, and the two Aquabots followed, running as "quiet as cats," (which was a lot easier, considering they weren't exactly Earth vehicles) and their signatures masked. Now they just had to find that base mech.
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Now they were moving. That, Inferno could work with. Within a few minutes of being on this planet, he had met up with his oldest friend, and placed right into the middle of a battle plan. Once he had gone down into his fire engine form, Inferno followed after Prowl, not missing the fact that seeing a fire engine following an out-of country police cruiser with a yellow concept Camaro and a seaplane following behind was taking a serious twist on the norm for these people.
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Post by cetus on Feb 27, 2008 21:53:21 GMT -5
Twilight kept looking up at FireBond, well, down was looking up when you are hanging draped upside-down half off of your mother's lap, she made a little chirp. "But they all went to help. All wenta bring 'em all back."
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Post by Den on Feb 27, 2008 22:19:25 GMT -5
Perceptor nodded at Cloudburst's statement. "True...but I do not believe it would be in our best interests to delay too long..."
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WakeJumper moved a bit closer to Raven, Twilight, Nebula, and FireBond, before sitting on the floor close by. He nodded at Twilight's comment. "Yup...even Caly and Deluge and Coast and Depth Charge went to help..." Frowning a bit, the youngling shivered when he remembered that the giant Decepticon would probably be at the 'Con base. "I hope that big mean 'Con gets blown up..."
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Wow, you sure have a large team...Are you guys close? Oh, sorry, I probably shouldn't have asked that...um...What part of Cybertron did you come from? Bluestreak asked, even as he turned onto a paved highway, westbound.
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Post by Lady Dragoon on Feb 28, 2008 1:36:12 GMT -5
The red twin barely gave the Aquabots a look as he quickly followed his twin and the others.
...Ya know. How in the hell will the buggers keep up with us!? The red twin comlinked to Wheeljack and his twin.
Let the aft-kicking began!
~*~*~* The pirate just followed along her alt-mode and would have grin savagely for she was about to get into a fight.
~*~*~* Whirlwind transformed and went to the area he was suppose, and waited. Bah, look like I won't get a fight, aha well.[/b]
~*~*~*~ Wheelie after finished his energon still sit near the energon whateveritwas and watched curiously, Something is happening.
OOC: ...Inner!Calyp is glaring at Sunny now. She doesn't not like his tone. (Even if she would agree with him about Charge and Guard. >.>)
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Post by Miss Mandy on Feb 28, 2008 3:28:23 GMT -5
Raven smiled at the sound of Rewire's voice.
I'll tell you this much, I had *no* idea how many sparklings there were here! I've got it under control, but I'm always happy to have my best mech with me. If you've got somethin' else you need to do though, I'll understand.
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Quicksilver gave Desinex a feral grin. "Indeed, I think that would be a wonderful idea."
Father, may Desinex and I have permission to "take care" of the Autobot named Spectre. He is the one who robbed me of my first kill. It would only be fair to repay him, after all.
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Nightstrike's head snapped up and she gave Dissever a look of mock innocence, "Oh, Dissever, you always think the worst of me!" Her look turned to a leer and she laughed softly as she approached the open door, the light from the hall behind her casting a shadow that fell onto the floor and covered Ratchet. Her optics glowed brightly as she looked down at the broken form before her, "On second thought Dissever, it is probably wise to assume that I am always up to no good. If you don't mind, I have been incredibly bored just of late and I think I would like to have a few moments with our 'guest'."
Nightstrike stood with her feet shoulder width apart and her hands slipped up over her thighs and came to rest on her hips. Ratchet's blade dangled freely from one hand, making a clank against her leg each time she made a slight movement.
"You know, Ratchet, I have always had a soft spot for medics. Dissever here has proven to be of great service to me. From the rather traumatic birth of Quicksilver to various injuries brought about from getting a bit too carried away at times to repairing battle damage caused by slagging medics who managed to get the better of me!" At this she rushed across the cell and viciously kicked Ratchet in the side and then made a hasty retreat back to the other side of the cell. She then held the blade up in the air in front of her, wicked amusement dancing in her optics, "Megatron was very disappointed that I let you get the advantage. I must say that it was a clever move though. More fool me for not remaining more guarded. Now, here you are and here I am and I have your precious weapon right here. Would you like to have it back?"
Her voice dropped to a low purr, "If you want it back, crawl over here and get it."
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SugarCube
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Post by SugarCube on Feb 28, 2008 6:46:33 GMT -5
The comm broke through his thoughts, and the Decepticon leader tilted his head to one side.
By all means, Quicksilver, he replied. The mention of the femme greatly intrigued him - but she was a vicious fighter, splendid example of vindictiveness. And if nothing else, he nurtured a growing confidence that his son would well be able to handle any wayward femmes.
Thoughts, thoughts. There was a growing sense of anticipation niggling at him, and he idly wondered if the Autobots might be on the move, now. But all sensors read as normal, no indication of movement on the enemy front.
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Glitching -
The rest of Ratchet's thoughts fizzled out in a snap of white hot lancing across his processors, as already stressed metal gave way at the blow and tore into his side. A choked sound scraped out of his vocalizer and he reflexively curled into his side, attempting to protect the area. And when the white faded, a jumble of thoughts streamed back across his processor - humiliation at what the femme was asking, if First Aid or some other medic wouldn't make it down to Earth. Nebula, who needed to be trained. Optimus... the rest of the 'Bots on the base. Ironhide...
The whine and snap of servos, harsh grind of gears, hiss of stressed hydraulics; Ratchet struggled to raise himself onto hands and knees through a filter of than pain, rage, indignation. Hands, knees, let gyros compensate, then...
He forced himself to stand, even if he had to prop himself against the wall. Energon made for a slick, sticky mess that itched against his plating.
"Crawl," he repeated, hint of anger underscoring that single word.
Ratchet was not going to reduce himself to a simpering wreck, bending at the feet of Decepticon scum - but he needed his blades. Mark of a medic, essential equiment - irreplaceable.
Primus on a fraggin' pogostick.
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"You and 'good', Nightstrike? Oxymoron, plain as day. Enjoy yourselves." The Benz gave her a cheery wave, turning things over in his processor. So it was doable - good enough for him, and there was Stormicus, he could always talk things over and...
Pink walls. Dissever stopped and stared. Why the holy slag, and since when had the walls been refurbished pink - oslag, doorframe - narrowly missed that one. He sidestepped into the medbay, more than slightly confused.
Pink??
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Step it up, we're almost at midpoint, commed Prowl to his team. Steady pace, then start to throttle back for the last five klicks.
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Post by Miss Mandy on Feb 28, 2008 6:57:16 GMT -5
Nightstrike nodded at Dissever as he left, never taking her optic off of Ratchet as he forced himself to his feet and smirked at him.
"No? Not going to crawl?"
She held the blade higher, considering that she was still head and shoulders above him, it was easy enough to keep it out of his reach.
"Fine then." She purred again, "Sit up and beg for it, Autobot."
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SugarCube
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Post by SugarCube on Feb 28, 2008 7:10:35 GMT -5
"Beg for it?" he snarled, keying himself up. Ratchet leant away from the wall, slightly forward.
"Why don't you get your darling medic to come fix me, so I can actually, I don't know. Move," he sniped irritably.
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Post by Miss Mandy on Feb 28, 2008 7:15:20 GMT -5
Nightstrike chuckled, "Oh, now where would be the fun in that? I'll make it a bit easier for you." She took a few steps closer to him and held the blade in her outstretched hand, palm up, fingers open. An invitation for Ratchet to claim what belonged to him. Her optics continued to gleam and a small smile tugged at her lips.
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SugarCube
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Post by SugarCube on Feb 28, 2008 7:26:59 GMT -5
He eyed her with distrust. The gleam of her optics, the little tilt to her lips. Whenever 'Cons 'made things easy for you', it usually meant the opposite... but frag. Frag if he didn't need them.
"You want to make it easy? I'll tell you - you come over here and get them back in me," he retorted. One half-step, all he could manage, oh frag this. Frag Megatron, frag Starscream, frag Soundwave frag his own stupidity, frag Spectre, Primus fraggit all - little thread of control snapped, and he lunged at her with a feral snarl -
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Post by Miss Mandy on Feb 28, 2008 7:35:35 GMT -5
Nightstrike growled and threw the blades out into the hall. The sound of them hitting the opposite wall with a loud clang reverberated for all to hear. She braced herself for the impact of the snarling CMO. Even though she was taller, he was stockier than she was and he managed to knock her back for a moment before she grabbed for the damaged arm and wrenched it. In a low hiss she whispered to Ratchet.
"I saw Soundwave's report. It made for some very interesting reading indeed. Heh, as much as I despise the mech I must give him credit for his commendable work."
She pulled Rachet close to her and purred, "He found all manner of things about you." She laughed softly, "Who would have imagined it? The CMO and the Weapons Specialist... Tell me Ratchet, does Ironhide know you want to spark off with him?"
Nightstrike swept her leg to kick him in the back of the knees, hoping to bring him down to the ground.
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SugarCube
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Post by SugarCube on Feb 28, 2008 7:54:03 GMT -5
Explosion of sparks across his vision - she'd thrown the blades, glitching femme, and oh Primus the pain - bellow resounding in the cellblock, giving voice to the the weight of everything Ratchet had been fighting since he'd left, since he'd returned. Limp with the overwhelming feedback that threatened to shut him down, he cut off all relays to the affected area, barely braced himself and then that little revelation that was a shot of pure nitro into lines - sudden blow to the back of his knees and he collapsed, too shocked and hurting too much to do more than gasp for air through strained intakes.
Did he? Maybe he wanted to. Maybe he didn't - maybe it was a plant. Or just imaginings. Spark-crushing little glimpse of truth. Self-loathing tangled with the rest of a complex mess.
Shadow of Ironhide's designation forming in the back of a stressed vocalizer.
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Post by Miss Mandy on Feb 28, 2008 8:00:09 GMT -5
Nightstrike knelt down next to Ratchet, quite pleased with the reaction she had gotten and gently stroked the back of his helm as she just barely whispered to him.
"We all have our little dirty secrets. You are no exception to the rule."
Her fingers moved down his neck and along shoulder struts and she leaned in close, her lips nearly against his audio.
"From personal experience, the more violent the mech, the better it is."
Her hands lightly brushed over exposed wiring.
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SugarCube
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Post by SugarCube on Feb 28, 2008 8:07:29 GMT -5
"Don't touch me," he snarled, optics flashing and words brittle as ice. He would have moved, but he couldn't - maybe he didn't want to... Ratchet slapped her hand away.
Prospect of a forced systems crash looked very much more appealing by the breem; Primus, if she didn't get her Pit-forsaken turbines out of the cell, he'd break.
"You, and your - " rolled onto his side, pushing through the haze of pain, crouched. Dizzying pain, unfocused vision, staggered back to collapse against the wall. He was on his last legs of energy reserve, truly he was, and shaking hard from the reveal, the sickening parody of intimate touch.
"Get the frag out of here. Just - just get out."
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Post by Miss Mandy on Feb 28, 2008 8:16:19 GMT -5
Nightstrike stood and crossed her arms over her chest as she looked down haughtily at Ratchet.
"You're right. It would do me no favours to stress my own systems. I must rest. Megatron would be most displeased if anything were to happen to his sparkling."
She turned and left the cell, locking it behind her and made her way to the control room. Her systems were singing with the excitement of it all. With a large smile on her face, she literally flounced into the control room and flopped in a chair, spinning it around a couple of times before looking up at Megatron and flashing him a brilliant smile.
I've paid a visit to the Autobot CMO. What a lovely little chat we had! Oh! And the sparkling, I've heard it. Seems to be coming along nicely. I told it all about you, naturally.
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Quicksilver smiled.
Thank you sir.
"Well, Desi, it seems to me that we have an Autobot to visit."
He straightened himself up and strode off to the cells, murder brewing in his spark.
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Post by Den on Feb 28, 2008 15:44:42 GMT -5
Desinex arched an optic ridge at being called "Desi", but made no protest about it. She followed Quicksilver to the cells, pausing to shake her head when she noticed some of the walls were pink.
Even that wasn't enough to deter her from her 'prize', who was currently laying on the floor of one of the cells, still in recharge. Eying the pair of jets standing guard, and letting out a small humming noise, Desinex tilted her head a bit, trying to decide where she wanted to start tearing the Autobot apart.
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runyasan08
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Post by runyasan08 on Feb 28, 2008 15:55:57 GMT -5
Fire frowned slightly at Twilight's words, wondering what was going on around him. Shaking his head softly, the silver sparkling moved to lay on the floor, looking up as the larger youngling moved towards the rest of them. There were a lot of bots he didn't know running around, and he felt a little overwhelmed. At WakeJumper's hope that a Decepticon was blown up, FireBond made a small sound and curled up in a ball.
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No, that's an alright question to ask. We were close. 'Were' being the operative word. A couple of the members' ego got too big for the rest of them. Which might explain why he was traveling alone at the moment, Downrush reflected, following Bluestreak onto the highway. A part lost to the war a long time ago. He couldn't keep the bitterness out of his words at the next question he answered. A place that I try not to think about too often.
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I don't know, Wheeljack responded, keeping his scans focused on the Aquabots behind the three. Last I checked, those slaggers were supposed to be for aquatic battles. What the Pit are they doing on land? The inventor could tell that Sunstreaker's words were harsh, even for the golden warrior, and that wasn't a good sign. Just know that they're there, and let's get our job done with. Focus on the 'Con, not them. Said 'Con had showed up on the scans too. And here we are, just in time. Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, play distraction, bring him out. Gladly, came the clipped reply as the first Lamborghini swerved around Wheeljack, heading straight for the huge "base 'Con." Quickly, Wheeljack sent the two Aquabots in behind the twins as he readied what he could to throw at the 'Con. Be careful! He's big, but they can't be so bright with all the bulk! Sunstreaker scowled inwardly as he remained in his alt form, going around and through the large 'Con's feet and it reacted just how he wanted it to; by going after the yellow streak like a moth would, right for a fire. Keep it disorientated! he shot back at the other three. We've got to get it away from the base.
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Prowl, if I went 'ny faster, I think I migh' run up y'ur tailpipe. Inferno let the quip go, following Prowl's instruction just enough to keep up with the police cruiser as they came up on the coordinates for the 'Con's base.
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Post by Latte on Feb 28, 2008 16:31:47 GMT -5
Nebula tilted her head at WakeJumper. "Big mean 'Con?"She frowned. That wasn't a good description for her - from three feet off the ground, most mechs were big, and the Decepticons, as she'd been told, were all mean. So it didn't narrow down many of them.
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Bumblebee kept up with the others, scanners sweeping periodically over the surrounding area and keeping his signal masked.
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Post by Den on Feb 28, 2008 16:42:55 GMT -5
WakeJumper nodded at Nebula. "Yeah...When Caly, Deluge, Coast, Depth Charge an' I all landed, there was this huginormous 'Con makin' a big mess...we had to fight him, and he didn' fight fair at all..." He shivered a little, remembering the fight all too well. "It was scary..."
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