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Post by Slug on Aug 1, 2009 17:44:16 GMT -5
Viral skidded to a hault in front of the organic, blocking her from the clone's view. Twisting 180 degree down to face the meat-bag, his vectors lifted from his sides with a snap and curled around the strange looking earth creature, but giving her more than enough room to move around in as he created an odd, but protective make-shift metal cocoon for the female.
With a shudder, Viral knew he was in danger, his back to the clone. But for primus sakes, it would have been a lot easier if the human had ran instead of standing here gawking! He had half a mind to use her as a shield for himself. But that would be bad. Oh, yes, very bad. Shifting his vectors slightly, he made a small slit between his "arms" to look at the little creature he was risking himself for.
"L-listen, you stick w-with me and y-you'll g-get out o-of this a-alive. Got i-it?"
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Post by nachtsider on Aug 1, 2009 17:52:20 GMT -5
"He dodged, slag it - he dodged!" Slipstream hissed angrily as her first mark fired up his boosters and glided out of harm's way before making for some arboreal cover. "Oh well," she then muttered, calming herself down and cutting loose at her remaining target with twin streams of null-ray fire. "One out of two still counts for something at the moment, I suppose. And I'll be a Scraplet's aunt if I'm letting that runner get away for good!"
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Post by prowl on Aug 1, 2009 18:37:23 GMT -5
as prowl watched he gritted his teeth as viral did the exact opposite of what prowl clearly intended, but widened his eyes in surprise as he instead did something that prowl had quite forgotten about - go to save the organic. as he saw the starscream fembot charge her weapons again and aim in viral's direction prowl yelled aloud 'no!' even if it was viral, it was an autobot - a life, and not only that, but one that had gone to save another life, regardless of intention.
moving swiftly, prowl raced out from the foilage, transforming in his stride and roaring across the terrain in vehicle mode to transform back to bot before leaping into the air, his golden ninja stars streaming through the air in a desperate attempt to assuage and distract the assailant fembot.
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Post by Slug on Aug 1, 2009 18:56:36 GMT -5
The sound of a weapon firing brought Viral to his senses and he tensed momentarily, then reverted to his alt mode at a frightening pace, vectors unwinding from around the organic with lightning speed. Once he was finished-- which was pretty slagging quickly-- he managed to keep his vectors out in his vehicle form and wrapped his "arms" around the female's waist; a little too quickly, though, he seemed to have squeezed her a bit. But it was better to be squeezed than blown up, right?
His wheel gave a scream and he released his break, shooting off toward the trees with the human in his grasp...
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Post by Fallout on Aug 1, 2009 19:23:31 GMT -5
Adrian gasped as Viral's arms disappeared. She dropped for barely a second before his vectors wrapped around her again and she landed on the seat of his alt-mode. Attempting to suck in a deep breath, she leaned forward to reduce the amount of wind screaming in her face and ripping strands of her brown and black hair from the ponytail she had neatly tied it back into. She clutched at the metal squeezing all the air from her lungs.
"You mind loosening up a little?" She snapped breathlessly. "I'm dying here."
She was mentally reeling from the events that had taken place in less than a minute in the forest behind her. She was worried that the samurai-bot wouldn't be able to beat the huge Decepticon. But that wasn't going to stop her from getting irritated at the stuttering Autobot with the creepy teeth that had just saved her life.
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Post by nachtsider on Aug 1, 2009 20:32:16 GMT -5
Slipstream's frown at seeing Viral whiz off was replaced by a delighted smile upon noting the direction in which he was headed, along with Prowl's reappearance. "Two's heading in the direction of One, who's broken cover to boot? Luck hasn't deserted me after all," she laughed.
Her mirth evaporated, however, upon detecting the two razor-keen throwing stars that Prowl had flung her way. The first she evaded by jinking to the left, but the second made her wince as it left its mark upon her fuselage - a long, clean cut that was nonetheless light as far as wounds go.
Enraged, Slipstream leveled out from her dive and swung her fire in a wicked arc calculated to 'walk through' both her opponents. "That one I'm returning a hundredfold. Get ready for a world of pain!"
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Post by Slug on Aug 1, 2009 21:47:22 GMT -5
Viral gave a rather chicken like squawk of panic as he heard the clones words and put the pedal to the metal in a desperate attempt to escape the clone's aim, his spark stuttering madly in it's chamber. Viral's vectors clenched whatever object they were holding out of fright-- yes. Fear. Primus, he should have just ran away! He should have left the human to die! He should have left Prowl and the organic all together! He should have--
"You mind loosening up a little?"
Jerked out of his thoughts, Viral was quick with the reply once the organics words got through to his CPU. "I m-mind." He snapped back, giving the organic a little squeeze. Then he reluctantly loosened his hold to "idealistic" and kept it as that.
"I'm dying here."
"I g-guess there i-is a primus after all!" Came the hysterical laugh, and Viral's grip tightened slightly as he zoomed past Prowl and behind the tree's, throwing up dirt as he haulted. With that done, Viral cheerfully released the organic, dropping her with little grace, giggling hoarsely like a mad man.
It was official. Viral had lost it.
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Post by Fallout on Aug 1, 2009 22:03:27 GMT -5
Adrian let out an 'oof' when she hit the ground after Viral dropped her. She narrowed her eyes. She had kind of felt bad for the insane little wreck, his stuttering made it sound like he was afraid. And then he just up and dropped her. He could not just do that.
Glaring, she picked up a rock and threw it at him. "What's wrong with you, you stuttering little nutjob?!" She reached down to pick up another rock, but flinched and stopped when one of Slipstream's blasts connected with and destroyed a few trees behind her. After a second, she picked up another rock. |
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Post by prowl on Aug 2, 2009 4:52:10 GMT -5
having been too preoccupied with simply attempting to divert slipstream's attention, prowl had paid little attention to actually having a plan. as she turned and her fire arced in his attention he made a desperate attempt to dodge out of the way - he succeeded with two of five shots, the other three struck him quite effectively - the first in his right upper-servo, the second directly in his chest and the third in his back as he tumbled to the ground, flight capabilities lost.
as the ground raced closer he panicked, if he couldn't get his boosters working again he was gonna be a pile of scrap on the floor - not how he intended to go offline! his boosters went on, then off, then on, then off as their wiring obviously suffered some form of damage from the blasts. but with a huge effort he managed to keep them working long enough to upright himself. as he was in a not-deadly range from the ground, he cut them off, intending to land on his servos gracefully, he got the first bit right, he landed on his servos, but immediately stumbled forward, landing on all-fours. he coughed a little and a bit of oil hit the earth beneath him.
optical sensors blurred a little, then focussed, blurred a little and focussed again. with an effort, he went into a crouch, holding his shoulder and keeping in a bent position to protect his wounded chest. after a second thought and lot of weary skill, prowl created five other holograms, they wavered momentarily, but then stayed solid, all looking as wounded as he himself. using all of his focus, prowl rose, the pain almost forcing him back down and got his "temporary clones" to do the same, and forced all of them to mimic his actions - in different directions they dispersed. prowl was brave, but he knew when he was too hurt to fight - she'd got him a lot better than he'd got her.
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Post by Slug on Aug 2, 2009 12:08:59 GMT -5
The rock hit Viral with a ka-cheenk!; his spark stopped skipping, the fear ebbed away, and utter rage filled his sensors. With a shudder, the UNO motorcycle started to transform, but stopped half way when his vectors got caught in the middle of it. A pained snarl was heard, then odd, but rapid clicking noises were heard, changing from clicking to scraping and all sorts of ear-splitting mechanical sounds.
It was kinda funny that you always knew when someone was cursing in another language.
Trying again, though this time more carefully, Viral shuddered again and his body began to shift around until finally there was a very angry cybertronian in the vehicle's place. A rock? The human had thrown a rock at him? After he just saved her not-so-important-life? She should be thanking him, slaggit! Not throwing rocks when he was having a breakdo-- okay, wait. He was merely malfunctioning because... that rock got stuck somewhere in his gears. Yeah. That was it. It's all the humans fault!
Viral really got no respect around here these days.
Gritting his fangs, he didn't even wince one of them went awry and cut his lip. Bending down, Viral was all too ready to pick the human up and fling her around some, run her over, and then cut her into itty bitty pieces, no matter how "Autobot" he was suppose to be.
Instead trees got blown up besides him before he could do anything, and he let loose what could be called the equivalent of a human's girly screaming. He stopped once he realized that, oh. It's just trees. You're alive. YOU weren't shot... not get back to killing the human! Instead he was interrupted-- again?-- with the sound of weapon fire, and curiosity smacked away his anger. Twisting around, he watched with quite a lot of fascination and satisfaction as Prowl was shot, and a menacing grin twisted his lips.
"T-this is gold!" He whispered to himself, then frowned when Prowl crouched down and clones appeared all around him, then they all dispersed into different directions, leaving the orange mech blinking with confusion. Then his optics stared at the ground, eyeing the oil that Prowl coughed up.
He made a decision.
Glancing at the ground, he quickly found what he was looking for. A flower. Oh, yes. He couldn't believe he was going to use a flower for this... plucking it carefully from the ground, Viral began to pull off a petal. "Go help prowl--"
It was then he clenched the flower a bit to hard, shredding it into ribbons. Gawking at the strands of plant that were entangled in with his fingers, Viral glanced at the human, then at his hand, the human, then back at his hands. "W-why a-are you organics s-so slagging f-fragile?" He seemed to be sulking. Just a little.
Glancing once more at the shreds of daisy, Viral reluctantly said "I g-guess I'm h-helping Prowl."
He then proceeded to glare at the flower as if it was it's fault for leaving him with a "go help prowl" petal. Raising his head, he gave the human an odd look. "W-what do y-you think, human?" He asked. Yes. He was delaying. He didn't want to help Prowl. He didn't have any weapons. He didn't want to get offlined.
"S-should I g-go save Prowl?" He asked once more, jabbing a thumb behind his shoulder, not noticing that one of the "clones" was heading towards the trees...
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Post by Fallout on Aug 2, 2009 12:55:57 GMT -5
Adrian crossed her arms. He was asking her opinion? What did he care? And wasn't saving his apparent 'comrade' important? Apparently not.
"Go help him." She replied, nodding her head in one of the Prowl's. She lifted her arm to throw the rock at Viral, as if to urge him on, but stopped and smirked. "And if you won't help him, you'll still have to fight her." And with that, she hurled the rock at Slipstream.
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Post by nachtsider on Aug 2, 2009 14:21:29 GMT -5
"Got you!" Slipstream exclaimed in triumph at seeing her shots find their mark. Swiftly hitting her air brakes and making the transition to robot mode, she glided down to hover little above treetop height, intent on savoring her disabled opponent's agony as she finished him off up close. "Now for the coup de grace."
The appearance of five additional Prowls and their subsequent dispersal flung Slipstream into confusion. She briefly attempted to pick out the genuine article, only to give up in frustration; so perfect was the Cyber-Ninja's illusion.
"My kingdom for a scattershot gun," she snarled, grudgingly preparing to cover all bases with six quick, aimed salvos - a move that would still consume precious time and take away from her pursuit of the other Autobot, regardless of how fast she was. Something then abruptly glanced off her right wing, and she angrily whirled around to see where it had come from.
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Post by prowl on Aug 2, 2009 14:30:21 GMT -5
taking slipstream's moment of distraction to his advantage, the prowls gritted their teeth and with effort, stood straight and ran quickly to the treecover, before slowing to a halt beneath them. the other prowls all seemed to stop at wherever their current location had been and he let the concentration he had struggled to retain to keep them visible fall as the fakes fizzed out to nothing. as he arrived he just caught viral and the human's words. s-should i g-go save prowl? for a second, prowl said nothing, before his voice sounded into their conversation, it was less proud and calm as it normally was, but it was prowl's voice nonetheless. 'that won't be necessary.'
glancing back prowl noted that now he'd joined viral and the organic beneath the undergrowth, slipstream's diversion now meant she was looking at all three of them. he felt his spark ebb a little in a feeble way - it would be so easy to give up, lie down and let the 'con get them. but then nature would doubtless be destroyed - the other autobots hardly cared for it and the cons definitely didn't. clutching his side once again he made to scoop the organic into his hand and move behind a tree, out of shot of the decepticon - viral could take care of himself.
knowing that they'd shortly be under heavy fire, prowl glanced over at viral and sent him a quick message over the local com i'm going to contact bumblebee and sari's com - i need sari's key. without waiting for a reply, prowl opened up the global autobot link and began to speak, quietly but rapidly 'bumblebee, i need you to bring sari to the park, carefully, there's a hostile decepticon in the area, me and viral are on it.' prowl waited, not hearing a reply but hoping that was just a sign of bumblebee rushing to respond physically.
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Post by Slug on Aug 2, 2009 14:45:45 GMT -5
Viral jumped at the voice, twisting a 180. He couldn't help but grin with relief when he saw Prowl, then scowled when he realized he was actually relieved. I'm not relieved for him. Viral thought stubbornly. Just glad I have someone to use as a shield later. Though the human would work just as fine. Said human was suddenly gone, both her and Prowl taking cover behind a tree.
Viral's com promptly came to life, the words rushed but softly spoken. I'm going to contact Bumblebee and Sari's com - I need Sari's key. Viral sent a Got it. To Prowl, and took cover behind another tree, glancing over at the human curiously for a second. Then he stuck out his tongue and stuttered "I t-told y-you w-we d-didn't n-need to s-save h-him.".
Oh, you are so smooth, Viral...
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Post by Fallout on Aug 2, 2009 17:42:14 GMT -5
Adrian was starting to get annoyed. Did they want her on the ground or did they want to pick her up? She couldn't say she really minded though. Running away from Slipstream by herself would be pushing it, and she didn't feel like coughing blood everywhere in a crisis situation. She returned the gesture to Viral before looking at Prowl.
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