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Post by nachtsider on Aug 2, 2009 19:34:52 GMT -5
"Pathetic fools!" grated Slipstream upon realizing that the thrown rock had distracted her and permitted Prowl to run for shelter. "There's no escape!" So saying, she took the copse of trees into her sights, preparing to pummel it - and its occupants - with all the firepower she could muster.
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Post by Kelly on Aug 2, 2009 23:51:06 GMT -5
‘Taking a spin’ had been his original plan. A drive doubling as a patrol around Detroit would be an excellent way to clear his processor. Plus he hadn’t seen Viral or Prowl in a while (the latter being much more common to disappear) and that could never be good. Especially in Viral’s case. Jazz had never been one to be suspicious of ‘bots who switched to the Autobot side; it was Viral himself that made the ninjabot worried. Who knoew what kind of trouble the ‘bot could get himself into?
Well apparently trouble with a former teammate Jazz soon learned.
He caught the fight on his audio receptors before he detected the energy signatures. Wheels created thick skid marks on the road and squealed like a dying animal as he made a beeline for the battle, catching a quick turn off the street toward the park. There was definitely a Decepticon. He could practically smell the scum as he neared the park, avoiding the fleeing organics as he put in a quick call for backup. You could never be too careful when Decepticons were present.
You could practically see the windshield gleam as Jazz caught site of the Decepticon – a femme – shooting down at what he could only assume were other Autobots. An abandoned hotdog stand stole his attention and in astroseconds he was panning full speed for the stand, rubber hitting metal with surprisingly little sound.
His armor plating shifted a second before he full out transformed in mid-air, blue visor flashing as he turned so his shoulder was on a direct course for the Decepticon. With any luck he would hit the femmebot dead on and knock her out of the sky.
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Post by nachtsider on Aug 3, 2009 4:10:08 GMT -5
The sitting ducks cowering before her commanded Slipstream's attention, to the exclusion of all else. It hence came as a nasty shock when Jazz's sleek form came careening through the air, his outstretched foot connecting with her torso. She had squeezed her triggers just as this new adversary landed his blow, but his attack ensured that the shots went wide.
Thrown into a nearby lamp-post by the impact of Jazz's kick, the winded Slipstream steadied herself and shook her head to clear her swimming vision. "Where did he come from?" she spat in disbelief.
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Post by prowl on Aug 3, 2009 5:31:18 GMT -5
prowl was somewhat surprised at the organic's question - what should she care for him, he could always be prepared, but from what he'd seen, organics did not repair so easily. he nodded lightly all the same, his response quiet 'i'll be fine.' as he spoke he heard the squeal of tyres on the ground prowl glanced around the corner and was pleasantly surprised to see jazz - the two of them were good friends, which wasn't something that was found easily between prowl and other autobots.
he watched as jazz leapt at the fembot, a swift kick taking her down from the sky and smiled lightly - good old jazz. knowing he now at least had someone reliable on their side - and that they outnumbered the decepticon three-to-one, prowl set down the organic carefully in their hiding place 'stay here' he cautioned, before straightening - not without some difficulty. stepping out from his hideout prowl brought his fingers together, a low hum of concetration coming from him as he took a few cautious steps toward the decepticon.
the wind picked up as he did so and the sky darkened a fraction, he felt the power he wielded ebb from him somewhat, sapping away at any spark he had left. knowing he couldn't give up now, prowl focussed on the lamppost that the decepticon had crashed into, willing it and asking nature to defy itself in allowing it to bend. reluctantly it did so, the process was not fast as it curled around itself, but prowl hoped it would be unexpected enough either to knock the fembot aside or serve as a metal chain around her, trapping her.
as the deed finished, prowl found his optical sensors not functioning well enough to show him what had been the result of his efforts - instead with a breath out, he collapsed to the pebbled ground, coat tinting a darker shade of grey - though not entirely, he was in a bad state, which was quite obvious, as much as he'd never admit it.
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Post by Slug on Aug 3, 2009 14:17:17 GMT -5
Viral's optics widened so much, the top of them could be see over his green visor, the red taking a quick peak out before being squeezed shut in disbelief briefly before repeating the process two more times, trying to understand what the frag happened to the lamp post.
N-no f-fragging way." Viral giggled a little, wiping at his visor, trying to wipe whatever was making him hallucinate off. Was there such thing as a hallucinating dirt? Viral wouldn't have been surprised if there was.
It was then Prowl collapsed to the ground.
Viral was tempted to run him over. Just a little. But he went with rolling over to his fallen "comrade's" side and blinked down at him, then stated "Y-you g-got s-some s-serious m-mojo-j-jojo, tree-hugger." Then bent down to pick Prowl up, but before bending down, he glanced at Jazz and said
"Y-you, Znazzy, or w-whatever the pit your name is, h-have impossible t-timing."
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Post by Kelly on Aug 3, 2009 19:14:07 GMT -5
Landing on the ground with surprising grace, Jazz watched as the ‘Con flew back from the force of his kick, colliding into a lamppost. “Startin’ the party without me,” he said, mocking hurt before turning to face the ‘bots who he had just rescued. Prowl and Viral—just the two he had been looking for.
It was then Prowl began to hum. Jazz’s optics flashed back to the fallen Decepticon, watching as the lamppost began to twist around the femme. It was obvious Prowl wasn’t in the greatest shape at the moment. Gathering himself, Jazz focused on the slowly twisting post, willing the metal to twist and turn upon itself and trap the femme; at least if just for a moment. His vents let out a large gust of air as he surveyed the post once more. His surveying was cut off by the sound of a ‘bot collapsing and another one speaking.
His footfalls were light as Jazz made his way toward where Prowl had hit the ground, bending down to resting a hand on the gold and black mech before Viral snapped his attention. “Jazz,” he supplied to the stuttering bot. “M’gonna take that as a compliment, if ya’ don’t mind.” He added as a second thought.
“And I got ‘im.” Jazz wasn’t sure exactly what terms the two other mechs were on. But knowing Prowl and having a basic idea of what Viral was like, he had the nagging feeling being carried by Viral was not Prowl’s first preference.
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Post by Slug on Aug 3, 2009 19:50:07 GMT -5
"Jazz."
'What the pit kinda of name is Jazz?' Viral thought, scowling at the human term. "M'gonna take that as a compliment, if ya' don't mind." I mind, Znazzy, He thought again, then gave the ninja one of his fake smiles-- it was sickly sweet and promised something bad. "Of course not, Jazz." Viral said smoothly, and was quite proud of himself for not stuttering that time.
"And I got 'im."
Viral resisted the sneer that was twitching at his lips and merely gave a stiff nod, twisting around and rolling away from the two ninjas. He saw what Jazz and Prowl could do. He didn't like it one bit. If Prowl could twist a lamp post with his mind, just imagine what Jazz could do to Viral.
Viral didn't stop the shudder that made his shoulders shake, stopping next to the human he had just save a few moments earlier. He stared down at her, contemplating something. Humans die so young, Viral thought randomly, his face twisting into something that could be pity. It's a wonder why this race hasn't died out yet. Glancing at the humans face, he couldn't help but wonder something: why hadn't the organic ran away? It could have been fear, obviously, but for some reason Viral had an inkling feeling it was something else.
Pursing his lips together, temptation whispered a soft scan the human, and the mech obeyed, raising a hand to his visor and pressing a button; a light shot out and ran up and down the female, then disappeared as quickly as it started. Information loaded into Viral's sensors, and his mouth parted open in surprise, then he snapped his shut and grimaced.
"Y-you... are v-very i-ill, h-human."
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Post by Fallout on Aug 3, 2009 20:19:21 GMT -5
Adrian raised an eyebrow when the little scanning lights played across her form, and was tempted to try and disrupt it by moving. But they were soon gone, and she couldn't help but feel a little exposed. Her face reddened slightly with embarrassment.
"Y-you... are v-very i-ill, h-human." The stuttery bot actually looked kind of sympathetic for a second.
Adrian sighed. Ah yes. That illness that had haunted her life, and could possibly end it. "Yes, I know. And please don't scan me randomly like that. It makes me feel awkward. I mean, I don't even know your name." She nodded at the white ninja-bot by the felled samurai one. "That happen a lot?"
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Post by Slug on Aug 3, 2009 20:34:59 GMT -5
"Yes, I know. And please don't scan me randomly like that. It makes me feel awkward.
"Y-you think I c-care?" He asked, raising an optical ridge. "I'll s-scan you as m-much as I w-want to, hu-human." Viral grumped, wrapping his vectors around himself in a tight hug, pouting at something. "I'm s-slagging t-tired o-of b-being told w-what t-to d-do!" He snarled, horns quivering as he spoke.
"I mean, I don't even know your name."
"Viral." He said, face softening as he sighed, dropping his vectors from his chasis to lay limp by his sides. "My n-name is Viral." He said again. "That happen a lot?"
Viral glanced behind him and the sneer from earlier came back full force, threatening to curl his lips off. "Prowl m-makes m-me wish it d-does." He hissed, clenching his hands, then turned his attention back to the organic.
"G-give m-me your n-name." Came the demand, Viral balancing on his wheel as his crouched down eye to eye with the human. Then he pursed his lips as a new word came blurting from his mouth.
"P-please?
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Post by nachtsider on Aug 4, 2009 5:01:01 GMT -5
"What in the name of the Allspark...?!" Slipstream caught her breath; with the evanescence of her disorientation came the awareness that the lamp post she had collided into was now constricting around her, seemingly of its own accord. She had never seen, much less experienced, anything like this before - it was bewildering and more than a little spooky.
Both her arms had already been caught in the ever-shrinking metal loop, preventing her from bringing her weapons to bear. Frantically, she fired her foot thrusters in a desperate attempt to break free, concurrently straining outwards against her bonds. "I've had one too many unpleasant surprises throughout the course of this blasted engagement," she grimaced.
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Post by prowl on Aug 4, 2009 16:02:28 GMT -5
from far away, a roar sounded across the roads as tyres screeched at the imprompteu appearance of a small, speedy yellow chevrolet. driving right through the gates that surrounded the park bumblebee couldn't help a mental yee-ha! flash through his processor - man he was fast! and being fast was awesome, therefore, he was awesome. still though, b had been somewhat irked when prowl had come in to ruin his fun yet again by calling him and sari away from the theme park and to some boring nature park. typical prowl, probably all bogus and wanted to try and lecture them on how "nature was immortal and perfect, whilst ever changing" - whatever! technology was just plain cool.
sari whooped from within as they careened over the park's ground to transform in a liquid movement to bot mode, sari being dumped carelessly on the floor. 'frag yeah!' b said, expression blank but eyes wide 'looks like some decepticon skidplate got kicked here!' he said, looking at the struggling con that was constricted by the metal of the lamppost. cool! he thought, glancing about - whoever did that should teach him that one sometime!
looking around he saw jazz and viral up ahead, jazz seemed to be holding something but was turned away, so whatever it was was unclear, misshapen. so b stolled in their direction casually, sari sitting up on the floor, coughing dust and throwing bumblebee a massive frown only to follow in his direction, scurrying to stay out of the dust-cloud he raised from the path. 'yo jazz, viral! where's prowl? you guys didn't need us at all, can we just go already?' his impatience already raising at the situation - what a waste! it had come to his mind earlier that prowl and viral TOGETHER should've been more than a match for a fake-con. and what of the key? bah, viral and jazz seemed to barely have a scratch on themselves, they'd be fineeee, prowl was probably just like them, without even a scratch on his armour.
(only a temporary play, thought i should follow up the com-link-message from earlier)
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Post by Kelly on Aug 4, 2009 17:26:02 GMT -5
He kept a watch on the one-wheeled mech as he moved over to the human, giving her a strangely thoughtful look. It was an odd look on the strange ‘bot, Jazz thought. For one like Viral to give a human such a contemplating look was just… weird. And to actually engage in a conversation with the organic—well that was even weirder.
And when he said please Jazz had to check the sun to make sure it wasn’t hurtling toward Earth.
His optics drifted away from Viral to the struggling Decepticon. It seemed the metal restraints were doing their job, but Jazz was unsure how long they would keep up. If she kept kicking her boosters like that there was no doubt she could escape. Of course, Jazz wouldn’t mind taking her down again. Anyone who would put a fellow Autobot in the state Prowl was in deserved a good whooping.
Speaking of Prowl, the ninja-bot was not looking too hot. He was a noticeable shade darker, which was enough for worry, and hadn’t responded to any attempts to get him functioning again. Jazz opened his comm. link, preparing to call one of the others to bring Sari over, but was stopped by the familiar voice of a yellow bot. It seemed Prowl had thought ahead.
“He’s here, ‘Bee.” The white bot shifted so the other could see the fallen mech, a frown forming over his faceplates.
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Post by prowl on Aug 6, 2009 8:41:38 GMT -5
bumblebee's eyes widened a little and he peered closer, taking a few steps toward jazz as sari finally caught up with him. both of them were taken aback by the sight of prowl 'what the frag,' bumblebee breathed, shocked 'how did...' he began, then shook his head, processor whirring lightly. turning he went to pick up sari, who jumped aside and powered her jetpack, he shrugged and rolling his eyes, not without a smirk though. sari flew closer and b noticed she looked like she was about to start leaking again - what was it called, crying? she picked up the limp key around her neck and hovered closer to where prowl was.
as she came close, prowl's chest unfolded, leaving a key shape as it had appeared previously, sari pushed her key into the hole, praying for it to work. b couldn't help feeling at the edge of his seat too - nobody needed the key as much as prowl right now, but it hadn't worked since sari had upgraded herself - would it work now? prowl's chest made a noise like an engine that wouldn't start as sari tried tirelessly to get the key to work, but the attempts were futile and prowl's coat stayed somewhat grey.
b looked up at jazz, his face unusually expressionless, almost serious 'we've got to get him to ratchet, the key's fried.' he looked at sari sadly who seemed on the verge of a breakdown and scooped her up, where she turned into his chestplate and began leaking 'it's not fair, b! if only i hadn't used the key to upgrade my stupid self.' putting on a brave smile, b replied almost energetically 'hey sari! it's fine, don't worry about it, prowl's a tough guy, he'll pull through - i mean, all this nature mumbo-jumbo has gotta mean he's one healthier bot than normal. besides, you did all you could.' he heard her sniff and nod slightly, before transforming quickly into his little chevrolet-beat form. turning to the others he said 'well? watcha waiting for! we've gotta get prowl to ratchet.' he opened his car door and pulled sari within, before taking a skidding turn and revving his engine. 'b to ratchet, come in ratchet' there was a grumbled reply on the com-link which bumblebee ignored before continuing 'ratchet, prowl's hurt bad, we're bringing him back to your medibay.'
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Post by Fallout on Aug 6, 2009 13:03:37 GMT -5
Adrian smiled up at him. Please? Woah! Angry bot has manners! "Well, Viral, since you asked so nicely, my name is Adrian. Now, unless you have a better idea, I say you make sure that Decepticon isn't about to escape." She nodded at Slipstream, who was still struggling in the wrapped lamp post.
That was so crazy how samurai dude- Prowl- just did that! She thought incredulously.
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Post by Slug on Aug 6, 2009 15:24:36 GMT -5
"'yo jazz, viral! where's prowl? you guys didn't need us at all, can we just go already?"
Viral scowled at the new voice and glanced over his shoulder, scowl deepening when he saw Bumblebee. "Bumblebee..." He rumbled in warning and greeting, optics narrowing behind his visor, then remembered that Prowl had com'd the yellow autobot. "F-Fool, w-we don't n-need you. W-we n-need the k-key!"
"He's here, 'Bee". Viral heard Jazz say, and turned to look at Prowl. He was injured and look absolutely exhausted. Viral merely scoffed and muttered a quiet what goes around comes around, tree-hugger, and then returned his attention to the small human, an idea forming in his CPU. Slowly, he smiled one of those you-don't-get-to-see-this-often-so-enjoy-it kind of smiles, resisting one of those silly, half deranged grins when a Super Villain just realizes something.
"Adrian..." He started smoothly, testing the name as if it was a new, yet pleasant discovery. "How w-would y-you l-like t-to s-see the A-Autobot base?" He inwardly cackled as the plan forming inside his CPU bloomed into something more... deviant. But not evil. Oh, no, today was going to be different.
How oh how would Optimus react if I brought home a stranger? Viral wondered, this time a smirk forming onto his lips as he stared out into space, imaging the ticked off look on Optimus' faceplates. Oooh, he would relish th--
"Now, unless you have a better idea, I say you make sure that Decepticon isn't about to escape."
Viral's happy mood deflated as horror crossed his features, and utter disbelief at what Adrian had just suggested.
"A-are y-you i-insane?" He squawked, pressing a hand to his pounding spark. "I'm n-not t-touching th-that foul c-creature!" He cried, flailing his vectors. "D-do y-you h-have a-any idea h-how m-many germs a d-dec-decepticon has?! He didn't wait for an answer.
"NONE!" He crowed, laughing until his throat began to make odd grinding noises; leaning against a tree, Viral huddled himself behind it, as if hiding. He stared at Adrian for the longest time before saying "I d-dun w-wanna!" in a childish manner. The idea of going near a decepticon, the very faction that tried to destroy him for being who he was, was very... upsetting.
"W-well, a-actually, I'll g-go i-if y-you c-come w-with m-me." Viral said coyly, visor glinting. Yesss. Come with me so I can use you as a shield. He thought darkly.
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