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Post by Den on Feb 29, 2008 20:51:04 GMT -5
Desinex finished setting up her rifle, and began her search for her first target. A flash of yellow caught her attention, and the sniper grinned savagely. "Target acquired..." Raising her rifle, Desinex took careful aim. It was then she noticed the yellow one wasn't the same as the one she had shot at last time, which was a surprising thing. She noticed the black racing stripes, noting that the color combination was unusual. Shrugging it off, she lined up the shot, and in a matter of seconds, retracted her visor and fired a few shots at the approaching yellow and black autobot.
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WakeJumper nodded, smiling a bit. "Yeah...Deluge an' I are close...she's like my big sister...I don' want anythin' bad to happen to her...'Specially since I promised I'd protect her when I'm bigger..."
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Post by Latte on Feb 29, 2008 20:55:48 GMT -5
Nebula nodded. "You're on a team, right? What do you guys do?"She tugged on his shin again. "Could you sit, please, it kinda hurts my neck to keep looking up at you."she added, turning her sweetest puppy optics on him.
Bumblebee reeled as a shot hit him and brought up his arm to take the rest, wincing, then twisted, firing off a few shots in the direction the shots had come from, at the same time checking his scanners, and finding - yeah, there it was, a sniper. He scowled slightly behind his battle mask - he *hated* fighting snipers. At least he knew the general area this one was in, though.
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Post by SugarCube on Feb 29, 2008 21:07:50 GMT -5
Prowl jerked away, feeling the shots graze plating. He flattened himself against the wall, calculated trajectory and returned fire.
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Post by Miss Mandy on Feb 29, 2008 21:11:25 GMT -5
Quicksilver ducked the shots, rolled forward and fired at Prowl again before transforming into a Veyron and charging the group of Autobots.
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Post by SugarCube on Feb 29, 2008 21:50:32 GMT -5
The tactician held his fire, then slid out of hiding at the sound of a high performance engine, aiming for the sleek shape a quick search and compare revealed to be a Veyron. That was a fast car. Not good. His own alt wasn't meant for the kind of speeds a Veyron could push.
'Bee! You've got more speed than the rest of us on the ground; you and Calypso take that Veyron. We've got another 'Con in the wings; Inferno, with me, we're taking the other one.
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Post by Den on Feb 29, 2008 21:56:03 GMT -5
Desinex swore as the yellow autobot returned fire, ducking down to avoid damaging her visor, which had slid back into place after she had fired the first shots. Slag...he's a decent shot...I'm going to have to be careful and keep moving... Moving as silently as she was capable of, Desinex moved to a different position, set up her rifle again, and took careful aim at the yellow mech again, this time aiming for the cabling in his legs. If she could get him down on the ground, then she'd
"Proceeding to eliminate target." Again, her visor retracted, as she pulled the trigger.
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"Mmm...well...we can combine to form this biiiiig Autobot called Maelstrom....thing is....it's not very useful....since not all of us get along, it makes it hard to stay together....an' that's how the huginormous 'Con was able to pound us last time....it was really scary..." WakeJumper frowned. "I was scared for Deluge an' Caly, since the 'Con hurt Coast an' me pretty bad...Din' want them gettin' hurt too..."
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Post by Latte on Feb 29, 2008 22:05:29 GMT -5
When the signal moved, Bee ducked a few steps to the left and wheeled to continue facing the sniper, more on instinct than anything else. He hissed again as the shot grazed his leg, firing again and praying that he'd be able to draw the sniper out before a shot hit where it was meant to. He strained his optics, trying to spot his attacker, till he got the comm. Understood. The scout spun and transformed, almost instantly recognizing the Veyron speeding at them. He shot forward, aiming straight at Quicksilver, then transforming at the last moment, dodging aside, and opening fire.
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"Oh. What do you do?"Nebula pouted."*Please* sit down? It hurts my neck to keep looking up!"
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Post by Miss Mandy on Feb 29, 2008 22:09:41 GMT -5
Quicksilver pushed his speed up and headed straight for Bumblebee. He hissed as the shots grazed him, did a handbrake turn, shot forwards, transformed and flew for the scout while releasing his morningstar, swinging it in an vicious arc at Bumblebee's head.
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Post by Latte on Feb 29, 2008 22:12:35 GMT -5
Bumblebee dropped low and ducked backwards to avoid the weapon. Frag, Bee, stay out of that thing's reach! One good hit and so much for *you!* He dodged around, trying to get around to Quicksilver's side as he continued to shoot, adding his missile launchers to the attack. Bumblebee kept one optic on the weapon in the other mech's hand, wanting to avoid being caught by surprise with it again.
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Post by Den on Feb 29, 2008 22:21:07 GMT -5
Desinex growled as she watched her target move to attack Quicksilver, after a few of the shots had grazed her head. Slagger...I'll rip those pretty little antenna off of his head... It was then that she noticed the black and white autobot. Hm....Interesting coloration... "Priority changed." With that, the sniper changed positions again, aiming for the black and white one's head. "Proceeding to eliminate new target." Almost silently, the sniper's visor retracted as she pulled the trigger yet again.
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"Oh! Sorry..." WakeJumper sat down next to Nebula, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "I'm not really much of a fighter...don' like fighting too much...Downrush was gonna train me as his intern, whatever that means, but then we got the call from Optimus, an' came here..."
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Post by Latte on Feb 29, 2008 22:23:32 GMT -5
Nebula sat on the floor, smiling. "Thanks." She brightened a little. "Really?"The sparkling bounced a little. "I'm gonna be an intern too! When I'm older, I mean. Ratchet's gonna teach me to be a medic."She beamed. "I can't wait!"
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Post by Den on Feb 29, 2008 22:28:17 GMT -5
"Cool! Maybe we both can become medics when we're older!" WakeJumper grinned, and then blinked. "Um...what's Ratchet like?"
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Post by SugarCube on Feb 29, 2008 22:33:25 GMT -5
A last minute sidestep, and the projectile barely missed his head. Prowl firmed his lips, darted into the rubble, low to the ground and making good use of what cover he had. He ducked behind a fairly large slab of fallen wreckage, calculated, aimed, and fired back. High angle, fairly secure location, high powered projectile - sniper in the wings, he corrected himself. Even more important that everyone stay on the move and make use of cover when they could.
Heads up, everyone; stay on the move, and make use of cover when you can, he commed to his team. We've got a sniper in the wings, position approximately one o'clock of perimeter breach.
Hopefully, all was well on Optimus' side.
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Post by Latte on Feb 29, 2008 22:35:22 GMT -5
"Yeah!"Nebula nodded happily. "He's nice. He lets me watch sometimes when he fixes mechs. I got to start watching him checking Optimus's code. He sometimes hits mechs, but I think he just does it to help. Um. He's also really really green. Like, green and yellow mixed. I don't really like it, but..."She shrugged. "I guess he does." She considered a moment. "Oh - and he told me about the Decepticons. After I...kinda ran into one." Her faceplates heated, embarrassed, but then she shivered a little and nestled close to the older mech. "He was scary...he grabbed me and yelled."
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Post by Den on Feb 29, 2008 23:27:39 GMT -5
Desinex ducked as yet again, she was fired upon. At this rate, it'd be better if I just went and tackled one of the slaggers....Hmm...decisions, decisions... She watched the battlefield, even as she moved again, this time remembering to mask her signal. Settling her visor-clad optics on the black and white autobot, Desinex took aim again. Only this time, instead of shooting at the mech, Desinex leapt at him, claws extended.
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"Oh! I know who that is! He an' Optimus Prime helped Coast, Deluge an' me get here! He is really green though...I think he called it 'chartreuse' or somethin' like that..." WakeJumper blinked when Nebula shivered, and pulled the femme into a hug. "Don' worry, I won't let any mean ol' 'con hurt you. I'll kick 'em if they even THINK about tryin'!"
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Post by Latte on Feb 29, 2008 23:32:27 GMT -5
Nebula snuggled against him. "Thanks..."She nestled against the bigger mech and purred a little at his warmth. The sparkling clambered onto his lap and settled again, curling up. She considered the word he'd used for Ratchet's color. "Char-treuse," she said slowly, considering. "Hm."
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Post by cetus on Feb 29, 2008 23:39:21 GMT -5
Prowl was engaged. Prime and his team were moving into the base, unchallenged, so far. Ironhide pulled into position outside the base. He'd burnt off some of his nerves on the trip over, pushing his alt for all it was worth. Air cycled quickly through intakes and vents, sucking away the excess heat he'd built up. It was no good to move in masking signatures if he was absolutely glowing on infrared.
His processor flagged that he was not exactly handling this well; a heavy handed leash on himself, partly from his COs, and partly from an unwillingness to risk this mission, was all that was barely keeping the TopKick in check.
Almost there, Ratch… hold on. Just a few more breems. Willing him to hear, to know.
Things roiled under the black armor, spark twisting in his chassis. There was guilt that he hadn’t been there to protect the medic; that it was taking so long to retrieve him. A gnawing fear that he would be too late, that he would lose his comrade, a mech he stood and fought beside for so so very long. His friend. One of his oldest friends. And… a mech he’s trusted, confided in, spoken seriously and snippily bantered with, protected in battle and pulled back from the brink during the aftermath, cared deeply for…
That was the crux of the issue. The weapons specialist had long been protective of the medic, finding ways to stay assigned alongside him. Never really admitting it, fear of damaging a friendship. But he cared deeply for Ratchet. Needed him safe. Wanted him by his side.
Blue optics went steely. Waiting for a moment to move. They were getting the CMO out. He had to.
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Post by Den on Feb 29, 2008 23:54:08 GMT -5
WakeJumper giggled a little bit. "Chartreuse is a funny word...Wanna know what another funny word is?" He was trying to contain his giggles, honestly, he was, but the memory attached to the word were proving to be perfect fodder for a gigglefest.
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Post by Latte on Feb 29, 2008 23:56:07 GMT -5
"'Course! What?"Nebula looked up at him, optics wide and eager. "I wanna know!"
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Post by Den on Feb 29, 2008 23:58:39 GMT -5
WakeJumper grinned, opened his mouth, and repeated the word he had heard Downrush use once before, with humorous results. "Bah-weep-gra-na-weep-ninny-bong!" He started giggling even more, his frame shaking with the intensity of his gigglefit.
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