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Post by nachtsider on Aug 6, 2009 20:12:24 GMT -5
"Free at last," Slipstream panted as she shrugged off the twisted metal shaft in whose coils she had been trapped. The task of breaking free had been extraordinarily difficult; that extra boost of power she had fed to her thrusters had done the trick.
Doing this had left her wanting on fuel, though - between this shortage, her unnerving first experience with processor-over-matter and the arrival of more Autobots, Slipstream had lost all stomach for resuming the fight. But she would not leave the battlefield without a Parthian shot.
"The scorpitron's tail deals the most damage," she growled as she took to the air, transforming into jet mode. Accelerating to attack speed for the last time, she roared across the park, turning as she did to take her enemies into her sights.
A split-second later, four heat-seeking missiles flew forth from her internal weapons bays. The deadly projectiles, stubby and adorned with sharks' mouths, whooshed towards their intended targets - the ninja-bot duo who had dealt Slipstream so much frustration. She peeled away after releasing this final salvo, rocketing off into the sky without so much as looking back.
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Post by prowl on Aug 6, 2009 21:44:01 GMT -5
ooc: sorry if this cuts in on turns, just had to put this so mine ploy isn't failzd ic:as the shots hurtled toward the earth, the body in jazz's arms twitched, a smile appearing faintly. then, inexplicably, the shape in his arms seemed to distort, blurring into the air until it vanished entirely. off in the forested undergrowth, prowl was tucked neatly away. he had guessed that the fembot would free herself and as such, he shouldn't make himself entirely visible - so he'd only dismissed some of the holograms, sustaining the others long enough to fool even his comrades into thinking he was out in the open. he lay now, damaged as before, but slouched against a tree and in a sense of half-consciousness rather than fully out. he heard the distant rocketting of a jet and knew that it could only be slipstream flying away after all and he breathed a sigh of relief before allowing the comforting darkness of unconciousness overwhelm him.
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Post by Fallout on Aug 7, 2009 13:13:50 GMT -5
This guy has some serious issues with Decepticons. Adrian thought, and then shook her head once she noticed the 'Con had escaped the magikal lamp post. "As fun as the Autobot base sounds, I doubt I could actually go in there." She heard a hissing sound and looked back up.
The Decepticon was retreating, yes, but there were four missiles flying at the ninja-dudes. Well... the white one anyways. Prowl had mysteriously disappeared, leaving his friend to fend for himself. "Maybe we should go help him."
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Post by Kelly on Aug 10, 2009 21:58:46 GMT -5
Good idea, Jazz thought after the human spoke. Viral should go and see if the fallen Decepticon wasn’t going anywhere. However, bringing the girl along to check was not a good idea. Viral must’ve had something real screwy in his processor if he even suggested something like that. Putting an organic in such immediate danger—it was just plain insane.
The white bot paused then snorted, remembering that this was Viral.
His thoughts were interrupted by two things happening at once. First the roaring noises of a jet exploded in the park, he head whipping to face the Decepticon that had previously been down. It was obvious the femme was not down anymore, though the ninjabot would bet good money that she wasn’t going to continue the fight.
Then he felt the weight in his arms fade. Jazz watched as Prowl – or should he say, the fake Prowl – shimmered before disappearing completely. A grin graced his faceplates. Jazz should’ve know a ‘bot like Prowl wouldn’t have been taken down like that so easily. “Always got those tricks, eh, Prowlie?” He said before standing from his crouch, looking around for the actual gold and black mech.
All of the sudden the sound of missiles tearing through the air alerted Jazz to the fact that his previous assumption was wrong. It seemed the Decepticon did want to continue the fight. Or maybe just give them one last blast. The missiles were coming in fast, much too fast for Jazz’s liking. “Viral,” he called to the ‘bot. “Get the girl outta here!” From what he knew, humans plus explosions equaled mess. And as he transformed back into vehicle mode, Jazz just hoped Prowl was somewhere safe and away from where he was headed.
Dirt and grass was kicked up as his wheels sprung to life, carrying him off away from where he just crouched. Four he noted, following the thankfully straight path to the nearest water source. It was just luck most of the humans had evacuated the park when the fight started. Jazz didn’t have to worry about hitting one as he sped off, leading the missiles away from the other bots.
Geronimo was the last thought he registered before the ground fell out under him. Jazz seemed to hover over the still water before plunging front-first into the lake, sinking some ways down before transforming out of vehicle mode. All four of the missiles hit the water with rattling explosions, the shockwaves melding into one large one that knocked Jazz out of whatever balance he had gained in the water.
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Post by Slug on Aug 10, 2009 23:04:46 GMT -5
Viral was already in moving before Jazz had uttered a word, the loud, angry noises coming from the incoming missiles tipping the Autobot off; diving for Adrian-- though it wasn't really necessary, being near her and all-- and wrapped his arms around her, muttering a quick apology before transforming.
He didn't know if he injured her in the process, nor did he care, but something nagged him that if he so much as scratched her, he was going to get his aft booted to prison before he could say "my bad". Not a happy thought, but there was no time to make sure Adrian was okay. He'd make up for it later if she was hurt... somehow.
Tire screeching like a banshee, Viral took off with Adrian wrapped tightly in his vectors. He then whooped with laughter when he realized that the missiles were following Jazz. He wanted to stop, he really did-- just to watch the cyberninja get blown to pieces.
He was disappointed when, out of the corner of his alt mode's optics, he saw Jazz catapult into a nearby lake, the missiles exploding on contact with the surface of the water, sending waves of ugly, murky green liquid cascading across the park, some of it splattering against the UNO motorcycle's side.
Before he could stop himself, Viral let out a ear-splitting screech of utter horror, realizing, that, yes, there were germs all over him. Wet, slimy, gloppy germs in the millions, all dripping down him like some twisted horror movie; he swiveled on his wheel, skidding against the sidewalk before finally toppling over, sliding on his wet side with a sharp, surprised cry, leaving a trail of lake water and orange paint, smearing the sidewalk with all sorts of colours ranging from green to navy and orange to yellow.
The earth trembled a little at the shockwave that was set loose in the lake, making Viral shiver where he layed, breathing gone up quite a few notches; he realized he was hyperventilating and ceased with an audible hurrk. Moments ticked by... and it dawned on Viral that he was squeezing Adrian much to strongly. With a sharp wheeze, Viral released the human, vectors unfurling from around the female; the Autobot asked, voice strangely soft: "...Y-you o-okay?"
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Post by Fallout on Aug 11, 2009 13:58:49 GMT -5
Viral was suffocating her, but she couldn't exactly summon the breath to tell him that. She was pretty sure he had broken some of her ribs too. And then he finally let go.
She sucked in a huge breath and then flinched in pain. Yep, definitely broke a rib or two. But her rapid breathing soon presented her with another problem. Barely a second after she finally got air back into her lungs, she started coughing violently into her arm. Without even looking at the red liquid she knew coated her palm, she held her hand over Viral's vehicle mode and let the blood drip down, just because she knew he would hate it.
"No, I am not okay."
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Post by Slug on Aug 11, 2009 14:59:30 GMT -5
He shuddered as he felt a something thick and wet drip onto his other side, a sharp, copper scent flooding his sensitive sensors. Nonononononono--! He blanched, shaking some. "N-n-no m-m-more g-germs!" Viral hiccuped, lifting a vector and trying to brush the substance off. However, he only made it worse, not only smearing it across his armor, but getting it on his hand as well.
Giving the slightest of whimpers, Viral slowly transformed, shuddering when he got sight of-- what was it called? Scanning the liquid dripping from his hand, he soon found out it was the life fluid of humans. -- the blood. Shaking some of it off his hand-- though he optic ridge seemed to be spasming for some odd reason. Wonder why.-- and turned around, parting his mouth open to give Adrian a chewing out.
He stopped short, staring.
There was some blood on Adrian's lips, and it dawned on Viral how sick she really was. "A-Adrian..." What was the word he was looking for? What were those human buildings called-- the ones with the red plus signs? Aha-- wait!
"Y-y-y-you n-n-need t-to go t-to th-the h-hospital!" He rushed, optics wide behind their visor. Mostly it was fear-- fear that urged him to say such things. He didn't want to go to the Stockades, all because Adrian was hurt. He didn't want anymore trouble to deal with in his life-- didn't want to get in trouble because he "seemed" to have injured a human. Autobots these days are so quick to judge, so eager to throw ex-'cons into the Stockades.
He was lucky he made it this far, and he certainly wasn't going to stop now.
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Post by Kelly on Aug 11, 2009 15:46:15 GMT -5
Pulling himself out of the steaming lake, Jazz let a soft string of curses escape him. The steam had fogged up his visor and made seeing any damage near impossible. Water dripped off his armor as Jazz headed back to find the others who had been nearby, the cool air away from the lake slowly defogging his optic sensors.
Prowl? Viral? He called over his comm. link, not catching site of the two immediately. But just after he sent out the messages the familiar site of Viral’s orange armor flickered into his site path, causing him to turn toward the ‘bot. “Everyone ok?” He asked, noticing the human who stood by Viral covered in blood.
Wait. Blood?
That was definitely not good, Jazz noted. His first reaction was to stare accusingly at Viral before he corrected himself and looked at the girl with concern. “What happened?” Jazz questioned just a few moments after Viral mentioned getting the girl to a hospital. The white bot almost ordered Viral to do that right now, but sending an injured girl to a hospital on a crazy, one-wheeled bike did not sound like the right idea.
Plus they still had to find the real Prowl. He could send Viral to do that while he took the girl (admittedly a sports car wasn’t the safest thing either), though Prowl might not like that idea. Perhaps the best thing to do would be call for Ratchet. Jazz had a feeling they’d be needing the medic in more than one way.
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Post by Fallout on Aug 11, 2009 22:45:40 GMT -5
"Y-y-y-you n-n-need t-to go t-to th-the h-hospital!""
"Ugh."Adrian touched her ribs cautiously. Two were broken. She coughed again into her hand and fumbled around in her pocket for the foul-tasting medicine. "I hate the hospital." After downing one of the speckled white pills (and making a face just to show she hated it) she glanced up at the white ninja who had successfully avoided the missiles and soaked half the park with the nasty pond water.
"What happened?"
"Well..." Adrian began, coughed a bit into her elbow, then looked up at Jazz. "Panicky here was trying to get me outta here when this disgusting water flew all over the place and freaked him out. Then I had one of my horribly frequent cough attacks." She finished, purposely leaving out the 'broken ribs' thing. She supposed if she was going to be mad at Viral when he saved her life she would make it seem less like his fault.
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Post by Slug on Aug 12, 2009 11:58:28 GMT -5
Viral heard the soft Viral? over his comm and was quickly on guard, growing more nervous by the second. He then began to figit at the sight of Jazz, who seemed to have a hard time navigating around, his visor fogged up. I should retreat while I still can! He thought, and the did that snappy, 180 degree twist of his, his wheel inching forward--
"What happened?"
Shoulders slumping in defeat, Viral craned his head back to look at the sky, looking ready to say Why, Primus? before turning on his wheel to face Jazz, tapping his fingers together in a let-me-think motion, before saying "I can explain?" He said weakly, spark starting to speed up. Not the Stockades. Not the Stockades. Not the Stockades. He chanted to himself, shrinking back a little at his own thoughts.
Opening his mouth to "explain" (cough lie cough), Adrian quickly beat him to it. "Well... Panicky here was trying to get me outta here when this disgusting water flew all over the place and freaked him out."
Viral gave a squawk and managed to slip in a "did not!" before the human continued. "Then I had one of my horribly frequent cough attacks." Glancing at Jazz, Viral gave a shaky smile and said "S-s-see, Spazzaz, w-what she meant to s-say was that I s-slipped o-on the w-water!" He protested, making motions with his hands, horns quivering in embarrassment; the inside of his cheeks flooded with hot energon, making them glow red slightly.
"I-it w-wasn't r-really m-my f-fault, y-you s-see. I-it's k-kinda y-yours, m-making t-the w-water e-explode a-and w-w-whatnot. Y-y-y-you c-could've, l-like, l-lead t-the missiles i-into a f-forest o-or s-something. O-or j-just, y'know, l-let y-yourself b-be b-blown u-up." He was babbling now, not really paying attention to what he was saying, but once he understood his own words, his cheeks turn a darker red and added
"Nowait!That'sNotWhatIMeantPleaseDon'tSendMeToTheStockades!"
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Post by Kelly on Aug 12, 2009 19:20:47 GMT -5
The white bot crossed his arms as the two beings in front of him spoke, giving different stories to the same situation. Now was definitely not the time to be picking sides over such a matter, but Jazz wanted to know what actually happened and the two slightly-contradicting stories weren’t helping him figure it out. Honestly he was inclined to believe the girl. It was her health at stake here and she didn’t seem too worried about her current state. Plus Viral had that ‘liar liar pants on fire’ air over him. Despite his lack of pants.
Jazz had almost let himself space out when the other ‘bot started rambling about excuses of why it wasn’t his fault. Water-shmwater, germs-shmerms, it didn’t matter whose ‘fault’ it was at the moment. All that mattered now was getting the injured to a safer location.
”O-or j-just, y'know, l-let y-yourself b-be b-blown u-up."
…He really hoped he heard that wrong. Knowing Viral, he didn’t. ”Forest aint’t the safest place to let a coupla’ missiles blow up, man.” And neither was, say, his own self?
"Nowait!That'sNotWhatIMeantPleaseDon'tSendMeToTheStockades!"
A clearly shocked expression (mixed with an amused one) crossed the ninjabot’s face. This was the first time he had ever heard Viral speak a full sentence without stuttering like he normally did. It was ruined, of course, but the speed of which the sentence was spoken. But it still was a (semi) momentous moment. Jazz made sure to save that one to the memory banks.
”Take a breather, V. No one’s gonna go anywhere, ‘cept for the little miss here. Take a moment to screw your head back on and compose yourself, y’know? And while Viral did that Jazz would call for back up. Namely Ratchet, seeing how the medbot was mostly likely going to be needed when – or should he say if? – they find Prowl. The old bot would also be useful for getting the human to a hospital.
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Post by Fallout on Aug 12, 2009 20:06:13 GMT -5
Adrian whirled to face Viral. Why the heck was he changing the story?! He should be happy she hadn't told the whole thing. But it turns out violent movements when your ribs are broken is not a good idea. She felt- and heard one of her broken ribs crack again. Whether back into place or further dislocated, she was in too much pain to tell. Holding her stomach, she cast Viral a withering look.
"You suck." Was, unfortunately, the best she could muster.
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Post by Slug on Aug 12, 2009 20:22:11 GMT -5
Viral snarled at Adrian when she suddenly whirled around to face him, the expression on her face annoyed-- then it was pained, and a sickening krack! sounded, and the autobot jaw dropped, then he snapped his mouth shut into a firm line, raising his hand and pressing a button on his visor-- like earlier before, a light flickered on and ran up and down Adrian's body before snapping off.
"Y-you're r-ribs a-are b-broken. T-two o-of t-them."
Viral wasn't Ratchet, but he didn't need to be when it was concering the injured. It didn't matter that the human was trying to cover her injuries up. Sooner or later Jazz would scan her-- or maybe Prowl, wherever he was-- just to see if she had any internal damage. It was best just to let the cat out of the bag now, then later, where the injuries would be worse and he might be blamed for the condition they would be in later.
Facing Jazz, (while ignoring his little "screw your head back on" comment) Viral's expression was that of a business bot: utter seriousness. "Jazz," He started, for once using the cyberninja's name. "Comm Ratchet. Now." He demanded, voice not stuttering once. And speaking of his earlier thoights... Prowl.
Lips suddenly twisting down in a grimace, the orange UNO motorcycle added "I w-will f-find P-Prowl."
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Post by Kelly on Aug 12, 2009 22:38:41 GMT -5
Jazz almost laughed. Almost. The image of a small human girl looking up at the menacing (or would insane be a better word?) Viral and telling him point blank that he sucked was just priceless. It also showed how much courage the girl must’ve had. Not many humans would say that to a giant robot, especially when the giant robot was Viral.
The humor of the moment was ruined by Viral’s announcement. Not sure if it was the orange mech’s way of messing with his head, Jazz did his own quick scan on the human, frowning when he came to the same conclusion as Viral. The girl had broken ribs. The need for her treatment shot up then.
"Jazz, Comm Ratchet. Now."
Again Jazz was surprised by the lack of stuttering, but what really got him was the controlled urgency as Viral spoke. It was something Jazz had never heard from the other and quite honestly, he felt it fit the mech better than his usual, stuttering, insane self. Maybe it was the composed air Viral gave off for a second, he though.
"I w-will f-find P-Prowl."
And so the stuttering resumed. ”Aye, aye,” he said, preparing to contact Ratchet back at Autobot base. ”Keep nice, got it?” He half-warned, half-teased as he opened lines with the team’s medic. Jazz to Ratchet, read me? We need ya’ down at the park, s’not too hard to miss our location. But just in case he sent them.
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Post by [ crow ] on Aug 14, 2009 12:03:04 GMT -5
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The annoying ‘blip’ in his head jarred Ratchet from watching the screens with a numbed expression. The medic grunted, unable to figure out what the noise was for a few astroseconds. It wasn’t until the voice flooding through his head made him realize that it had a been a comm. link request and someone was speaking to him.
Jazz to Ratchet, read me? We need ya’ down at the park, s’not too hard to miss our location. [/i] He gave a grunt in response, gears groaning as he stood of his seat and made his way to the base’s exit. Keep yer helmet on, I’m coming. Ratchet read over the coordinates sent his way quickly before making a rapid transformation and pulling out of the Autobot headquarters on Earth. Speeding down the road (complete with the totally necessary emergency siren) Ratchet muttered possible reasons he was needed now. Knowing the younger bots they had done something completely stupid which led to someone getting damage. Maybe Bumblebee had gotten his transformation gear blown off, the medic thought with a dry laugh. His musings were halted when the park came into site. The first thing he noticed (you’d have to be blind not no) was the intense amount of steam rising above the trees. Ratchet could already feel the thick liquid drops clinging to his white and red armor as he panned into the patches of trees, following the coordinates to the exact location where he was needed. Pulling up to where the other Autobots stood and commencing a scan, Ratchet found that the reason he was called here seemed to not be a foolish Autobot damaging himself but instead a human who was covered and blood. And had multiple broken ribs. That, plus the steam, made the medbot wondered just what had gone occurred.”What in tarnation happened here?”[/size][/blockquote]
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