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Post by Shrike and Contrail on Aug 17, 2015 0:42:46 GMT
en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prince_Rupert,_British_Columbia A large escape pod landed a few dozen miles offshore of Prince Rupert. After a few hours of walking, Shrike, the inhabitant of the pod, arrived on the shores kf the coastal city. His distress beacon was water logged and had to dry first, which would take time in the cold and very humid environment. He had taken an Autobot disguise and had the proper insignia. On his way to place the beacon in an open environment to dry, which was atop a building, he stepped on cars and other civilian things. Shrike took no notice and climbed to the top off a sturdy structure and set the beacon up. Fragging planet with it's worthless liquids. I need to get off this rock.Shrike said to himself angrily.
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Post by Shrike and Contrail on Aug 24, 2015 16:32:54 GMT
The beacon had completely dried off, after several times of refreezing the night. Shrike activated the device and stood up. He felt lucky to have not have come across any other bots, though some of the native life attacked him, but he took them out. Beyond Shrike's knowledge was that the military was on it's way. Maybe I can finally get off this rock. I hope I didn't inconvenience them with my late beacon message.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Sept 7, 2015 14:02:48 GMT
A groundbridge opened and a quite weird tank drove out of it. It was green and with some blue and balck parts it would have been a perfect camouflage if it wasn't for the two tesla coils on top of it. It was weird in the sense that it had three tank cannons,ma heavy minigun pointing backwards, pulse cannons on the sides and two machineguns on the top of it. The treads were slightly spiked so that driving would be easier but fast, that wasn't how it would be described. Slow and steady was more like it. Skyspray hummed a little as he drove forwards as he waited for his companion to emerge from the bridge. He wasn't immediately in the city, more like close by where the humans didn't see.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2015 14:13:56 GMT
Nickel, in her adorable blue tank form, drives out after it. She almost looks like a toy tank for rich kids.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Sept 7, 2015 14:20:03 GMT
Nickel, humans be close here. Don't draw attention.
Sky told her as he began driving slowly. He thought he had picked up a signal and now he was about to investigate.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2015 14:25:26 GMT
"I'm not sure you're recovered enough to be hking around these little human settlements," Nickel tells him, driving after him.
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Post by Vos on Sept 8, 2015 14:31:12 GMT
The whether was slightly breezy, cool wind from the north blowing gently against the structures of cements, coiling and swindling through the city, drafting by Skyspray and Nickel, as the two drove on in their tank modes. Both had a queer shape to them, and were quite recognizable. Recognizable such as any optics in the distance. A ground bridge and erupted from the nothingness around it some distance away, a grey and black skeletal figure striding out, with a long rifle-looking weapon carried in his claw-like servos.
It took but fleeting seconds, barely a minute, for Nickel and Skyspray to be spotted and matched by their vehicle forms to who they were, through the slight red hue of a scope, as Vos applied his transformed doppleganger for recon. His arrival had been simple: He was to eliminate Skyspray from all of the equations. The oversized battle-cow had grown into something stubborn and intolerable. The incident that had occurred in Denver Colorado had been heard by Vos, along with the events that had caused a chain reaction up to it. The tactician couldn't have been more disappointed in Kaon. yet the vague understanding of father and son was visible to Vos. However, the connection was futile whatever path it took. Skyspary had doomed himself, and would suffer consequences one way, or another, along with Kaon if he was still online. To see Nickel with the bulky frame of Skyspray's tank mode was a small stab in Vos's spark.
Suddenly the mech wanted to come to the conclusion that Nickel had betrayed them too. She was sympathetic, despite her criticism, and Vos could see her siding with Skyspray just to keep track of him. The path was crooked. Being with an Autobot tended to develop anyone's character into one which was hot or cold; they would acquire foolish honorary or heroic traits like the person they were socializing with, or would grow stone cold to them. The latter hardly took place. The small cross on Vos's scope centered upon Skyspray's tank-head. The rotating of the tank pipes would disable him from some of his arsenal.
Vos held the pose for a moment, watching the two from the far away side-lines, a small amount of pain glowing in his hollow optics. Justice had brough him to shooting Skyspray, who he had no problem with, but Nickel. He couldn't....no. That was weakness. She would be granted a quick death, should she prove to have grown too soft to the Autobots. Empathy within one's mind was a dangerous thing. Vos pulled his dopple-ganger's trigger, who was in a large sniper-rifle mode, holding twice the power of a Nucleon charge rifle. One shot was capable of flying through sheets of titanium at a time. Vos's shot had been sent so that it would go through the rear machine guns and out the other side of the front barrel guns. Skyspray would be graced with a warning before he was tended too. This time there would be no Stormgear, no Taggon, no Feenxifrie, No Wildfire, and no Gearchange to interfere. Vos would make sure of that.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Sept 8, 2015 20:34:42 GMT
Sky had turned his tank turret around a bit to look/aim at Nickel who drove beside him. He knew she didn't like organics but he still wanted to show her this. It was quiet and peaceful, almost a bit too peaceful. Usually there would be loads of humans around but now there was none. Weird, like if something had drawn their attention somewhere else. He didn't bother to tell his grandma about it though, he doubted that she'd care anyways.
I've recovered enough. They won't bother u....aARgght!
His last sentence was cut off by a small roar of more sheer annoyance than actual pain. As he just had turned, the bullet only hit the minigun at an angle, which made the bullet bounce off without destroying too much. Sure, five of the eight barrels were not going to be used anytime soon and the remaining ones would get a lot worse accuracy, but it was still there and useable. He could almost feel who had shot him even. And the thought both msde him happy and a bit angry. Happy that he would get his rematch but angry that it would happen in front of Nickel.
He turned so that he stood at an angle towards Vos before unleashing a barrage of tank shells. One was a smaller 100mm cannon while the others were bigger 200mm cannons. Of course they had recoil dampeners because otherwise, this tank would fly straight to.... The scrapyard. It also helped being a cybertronian as it eliminated some of the kickback as their weapon technology was more advanced. Now these cannons fired right at Vos' ppsition and one at a time so that there was always a shot coming towards him. The machineguns on the top also fired short bursts against Vos.
Come fight me. Don't hide.
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Post by RedOptics on Sept 9, 2015 1:26:09 GMT
Diamond appeared through a ground bridge quite a ways from the fight, landing with a thud of her trods and a high pitched hiss of her vents. She then turned and ran into a dark shadowed area. He was here, she could sense the Decepticonian vibe that he gave off. Perhaps it matched her recessive traits that he gave her, but deepened with more hatred. The femme would sneak around, her sniper in hand and ready to fire if the opportunity showed it's self. Diamond was sure to put it's first shot to an explosive ammunition type, in order to get the best of her chance. This time, for sure. She scowled in her mind. Her engine trilled softly, almost inaudible as her surrounds shielded the noise.
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Post by Vos on Sept 9, 2015 13:01:32 GMT
((After this post should we wait for Nickel?))
Vos cocked his sniper, preparing himself for additional ammunition dispensation. From the far distance, the eruption of Skyspray's barrels thundered, shouting across the field, carried with the wind, booming in Vos's audios from the distance. He was more than just merely yards or meters away, he was in fact several hundred feet away in distance, a perfect length away from a target for a sniper such as Vos and his twin. Vos clutched the long-barreled weapon firmly, but with the calm servo of a demolitionist, bolting to the side, diving and rolling on his shoulder as rounds blasted into the ground, desecrating the tough dirt, causing it to spray. The impact paired with the rock and dirt that pelted him was aggravating, Vos felt himself be shoved and as a result skidded additional feet as round after round thudded for him. Machine guns fired for him, and their fire skimmed over his shoulder armor, though most of them missed the mech, the distance coming into play.
Permitting merely a second to pass, Vos arose from his position, and bolted to the side. He pointed his rifle at Skyspray, allowing his doppleganger in his alternate form to guid his servo, and shoot once for Skyspray's loudest barrels, one sniper shot for each, the projectiles that were sent forth were relatively two feet long. The speed at which they were sent almost rendered them invisible, the whole sniper rifle half of (the untransformed) Vos's actual mass, and it was with immense power and precision which the three shots were launched, meant to hit the large barrels that Skyspray had employed which blasted round after round. The bullets had been sent to hit the barrels directly at their stems, in efforts which would effectively hinder and backfire their use. Vos fired these shots steadily as he ran to the side, with two aiming at once, it was difficult to miss. Even then, the three rounds would hit a rather critical area in order to use the three large barrels in the first place.
The tremendous noise would hinder Vos from ever hearing Diamond, however, if she was to take aim anytime soon, she would find it difficult thanks to the constant swelling of dirt clouds, and the fact that Vos was a moving target. Not only this, but Vos had an optic literally in the back of his head; it could not distinguish things distinctly in every detail, but it could see the frame and more major details of anyone into,ming from the rear. Not a far-ranged sight at all, but perhaps this feature would appear to be quite useful in the fight to come.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Sept 9, 2015 17:13:52 GMT
Sky continued to fire shell after shell at Vos' position, sending out death and destruction. The 200mm cannons were loaded with high explosive rounds while the 100mm was regular Armor piercing. And as they were firing, shots hit the incoming projectiles in mid-air. This would slow down the incoming ones and instead of breaking the barrels, they plugged up the hole. It caused a slight annoyance that he couldn't fire the two big cannons but the smaller one kept shooting as the projectile heading for it had been knocked away.
He turned slightly and began driving towards Vos now, not letting go of the trigger. The distance between then got smaller and smaller, altgough it didn't go fast. Sky drove through trees and smaller rocks without stopping and now his bigger cannons finally activated again and fired the projectiles that Vos had shot back at him. His machineguns were firing but not at Vos. They were shooting down the trees around them and the muzzle flash could possibly blind him if he aimed against it. The muddy ground would have made it hard to drive if it wasn't for the threads he had. And now there was only 300 meters between them. Sky had longed for this moment for a long time and he wasn't going to spoil it now. The shells were still flying towards Vos, but that was also pretty obvious.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 23:28:53 GMT
Nickel threw herself down, curling up for several seconds as fire broke out between Skyspray and Vos. She has no weapons worth speaking of, nothing to interrupt the fight with.
"Oh Skyspray!" she wails, trying to scramble under cover, "Why couldn't you just have come home with me?!"
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Post by RedOptics on Sept 11, 2015 2:31:15 GMT
Diamond scrambled closer until she could finally get a view of what was going on. Her prying optics widened as her pupils shrank, contributing to a feline-like nature in her grace. She could feel the adrenaline already begin to course through her veins as her spark pulsed intensely. Finally, to avenge the last thing she ever cherished, she lifted her sniper and placed it before her, holding it steadily. She put a deep red optic to the scope and waited, waited for the perfect moment. Her electromuscles tensed as her venting came to halt, causing her to seem like dead metal with the sounds of creaking. She stayed like that until a clear shot could be made.
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Post by Vos on Sept 12, 2015 14:10:05 GMT
Being outgunned was to be expected. Facing a brute who had fully mastered the skill of pulling a trigger and little else was something Vos had experienced during their last encounter. It was effective, yet one-dimensional. Unfortunately, it only wine to show what the next generation was heading for; all guns. No brains. Any brute could kill a master at hand-to hand combat, thanks to the fool who had decided that he or she needed to assemble a mass army of second hand warriors. The irony of his perspective was that he was a gun though. Vos continued to clank through the gun fire, increasing his pace quickly, his legs becoming small blurs underneath his torso, carrying him quickly across the muddy ground. The mech's endeavors to avoid the canon blasts was suddenly assisted in the least likely way Vos suspected would take place: Skyspray was blasting pointlessly at the surrounding trees. They fell to the ground, thudding into the muddy soil and actually producing solid ground to place his peds.
Decepticon ideals had always taught Vos that morons would pave the way to success in combat. Vos supposed he finally made sense of some of that now. Vos's peds cracked under the trees as his armor was hit a little more by the after-blast of the explosions from behind, rubble hitting his backside harshly, plus impact and cluster effects. Vos pushed himself to run quicker, planting a foot briefly into the ground, and using said rhythm of his run to perform a high-front flip. When his fore-helm was parallel to the ground beneath him, ~Vos flung his dopple-ganger as to let the sniper rifle perform a large arc before it would land. - Vos would land on his peds, unfortunately the tech landed in not a stable ground, slipping slightly. This slip was truly an unfortunately costly coincidence, one of Skyspray's heavy blasts hitting spot-on to the area right beside Vos, resulting in the mech being sent flying and smoldering to the side, his back armor signed and shambled slightly. It was explosive resistant, but the force of the explosion would cause quite noticeable damage on Vos's behalf. The mech struggled to his feet, dashing off into he forest to leave his dapple-ganger to take care of Skyspray up close. This was where things got tricky for both of them...Vos quickly built up some distance, using other trees to shield his appearance, and as a small shelter. -
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Vos was launched forth, the un-damaged Vos transforming in mid-air, landing merely a hundred feet before the incoming Skyspray. Below his line of fire, thanks to the mech's barrels tilting upwards in order to blast his power weapons of mass-desicration for his target, Vos had little trouble straight out bolting for Skyspray as he ran to the side, as to avoid the line of fire like his counter part had. Really, the flip had been over doing it, and Vos guessed his comrade would most-likely slip due to the over-kill of a move. Yet it was necessary in some ways.
Vos let his long barbed blade be unsheathed from his back, clutching it with one taloned servo, as he darted forth at intense speed. Hopefully this stage would work---
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Sept 12, 2015 20:06:41 GMT
There was a point with the trees laying on the ground and that wasn't only for Vos to step on them but they could be used to Sky's advantage too. One thing he hadn't been prepared for was the appearance of a second Vos. That was some weird scrap but it would have to do. He still fired his main guns at the real Vos and wouldn't have time to move them to fire at the new one. But he wouldn't need to. Siddenly his headlights flashed on, emitting a blinding light straight against the new Vos, hopefully blinding him. That wasn't enough though as Sky began to transform into his robot mode, the tank cannons still fired but the middle one got down on his arm and so did the minigun. As he transformed, me smashed his servos into the ground, where there also happened to lay two trees that were shot down. And Vos was on the other end of those trees. The result would be that Vos was catapulted up in the air, if he was still on them. If he wasn't, the trees would still be flung and hinder his advance towards Sky.
Sky never anticipated this to be easy, the opposite actually. And he also knew that it was basically win or die in this case. No second chances, no new hopes, no nothing. This was all or nothing and Sky knew it, and so did probably Vos. This day was a day that should have come a lomg time ago but as always, fate finds a way to change things up. It could be anything, but change was the outcome of it. Too bad it had to be rather dark and mear a human city. That meant that they soon would start investigating and when they did.... Either they all had to die or sense could be talked into them. However tiven the firrent situation, they would probably die a very horrible death. Just like so many others that had wronged the decepticon ideals in any way.
Sky's main tank cannons was still locked onto the real Vos while his machineguns targeted the new one. They were probably pretty close right now and Sky's left servo transformed into an SMG while his right took the big hammer from his back. If Vos wanted to take this up vlose and personal, close and personal was what he would get. His chest also shifted a little and a slight humming began to come from it along with an energon barrier.
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Post by RedOptics on Sept 12, 2015 21:20:30 GMT
Diamond's digit twitched and flexed against the trigger as she finally got a glimpse of dark armor. Focusing her aim there, she felt the world slow as she pulled the trigger at last. The shot was drowned out by the noise of gunfire coming from below, and the original Vos wouldn't suspect a thing. It left a thin line of smoke in the air, and Diamond immediately went searching for closer cover. The first shot would indeed do more damage if it was a direct hit, but now that the randomization had began again, it was less likely to be more damaging.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2015 10:59:43 GMT
Nickel was still crawling under a n overhanging rock. Why did it have to be two of her little boys fighting with each other like this, one leaving alive, one dead? The worst part must be that she was helpless to do anything to help.
"Stop!" she shouted, curled up and with her hands over her head, "Stop it right now!!! "
Not that it was likely to have any effect.
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Post by Vos on Sept 13, 2015 13:33:50 GMT
~Twas an interesting move, to endeavor to blind a mech who had no optics, but rather black lifeless sockets that his behind the tough visor glass of a mask. The lightshow was nary of any use to the brawny green mech's advantage, though the mech had grown keen enough to the DJD's methods that he knew 'flashing' was not good enough for one turn of moves. Vos kept darting forward, as the guns blasted countless rounds at him, Vos let both shoulder panels lift up, briefly unleashing miniature missiles, spiraling through the air, exploding and catching the bullets and more powerful rounds sent for Vos's counterpart to smithereens before them. The missiles sent for the higher-tilted heavy tank barrels performed short curves beef exploding behind Vos, and creating an explosion behind and infant of him, destroying the tree end that Skyspray held, which Vos was now upon. Falling to the ground yet again, Vos spat a small cuss word through his mouth guard, he could offset the guns temporarily, but not for long.
In the moment, now on the muddy ground again, Vos rapidly lurched forward, for Skyspray's lower legs. Vos did not slash for them, but rather dove through the widely-spread legs, off the ground by inches before sliding on his back upon the mud, it was then that he lashed out with his blade, stabbing right for the lower center and most downward part of Skyspray's pelvis (more simply, the area in-between his legs) Vos's blade was barbed, lined with a green poison that his bullets where usually full of. The sword was sturdy and dependable, and though Skyspray's armor was tough, the strong stab had been for the thin chink/lining in the mid-spot. Vos would fiercely retract his arm as he continued to slide off.
It was perhaps a very undignified move, but someone with the likes of Vos really had no problem doing that which most wouldn't do. Secretly, Vos wondered if Skyspray would cry out at this little move or not, considering Vos's choice of places to hit. The DJD's member's mask display revealed none of his slight curiosity however, instead Vos would prepare himself to move, since he was still within feet of Skyspray thanks to the small taxation on momentum on Vos's previous move.
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With his Dopple ganger occupying himself with Skyspray, Vos would take the fight from a distance, dropping small objects down on the ground as he went on from his belt, and then circling around so that he would make a small trail of these small objects on the ground. Also, Vos produced several weapons from his subspace and he dropped them too one the ground, letting them charge. Vos had but made a small semi-circle around the area before a blast shot him right through the right area of his chest, sending him crashing to his knees, his pals clawing out, barely catching him from face-planting. Vos made a small chocking sound, before forcing himself back to his feet. Thank Primus he was left fuel-pumped---or where all Cybertronians? He didn't really care as of now.
Energon bled from his chest, but the mech grunted, unable to narrow his optics, but would have if he had any. A sniper. Sky spray had brought company after all, or called in someone....or someone had come on their own according. It was irrelevant, if the plan was to carry on. Vos let a quick scan be run over the land with his HUD. On a grid display of small dots, the green ones representing him, a red one sparked to life behind him. Only it bore a Decepitocn signature. Vos had little time to furrow his brow, before he continued to tread, going for cover, and still dropping a pair of both items he had before previously, before his trudge turned into a jog, and that jog into a run. He would need to complete the full circle around Skyspray...
((Well call me disgraceful..))
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Sept 13, 2015 19:47:28 GMT
As he kept fighting the doppleganger, he still kept his energon senses on Vos. He knew that if he let him out of his vision for a moment, it would be a very fatal moment for Sky. His rank barrels stopped firing for a moment to cool down a bit and repair themselves from some minor damage. The explosions didn't phase Sky at all nor did they stop him. Explosions in general just made him happy. Yes, it was a bit weird but Sky wasn't one to question it. As Vos dove for the spot between his legs, Sky had moments to prepare for what would come. His pulse cannons on his lefs cired at the gliding Vos just before he passed and Sky swung the hammer to his right and slightly downwards. This made him turn around by the sheer force of the swing jidt Vos stabbed him but as he was turning while it happened, the stab hit slightly to the left of the intended target. It still hurt though but the poison was probably not a good idea. As Sky had been victim of the poison multiple times before, his energon had started to resist it and kind of accept it at the same time. It required a lot more of it to actually poison him now.
The swing of the hammer was heading dor the place where Vos ended up after he slid through his legs. His grenade launchers in bis knees fired two volleys of high-powered fragmentation grenades behind Vos so that if he jumped away from the hammer he would get stuck in a big explosion or even closer to Sky. All three alternatives worked for Sky in all honesty, his pelvis hurt a bit and moving the left leg in certain positions would now be very hurtful, but ot would not kill or severly cripple him now. Eky aimed his SMG for the place where Vos now happened to be and bullets began to fly from it and from his shoulder machineguns. If the DJD member woukd attack his legs, the pulse cannons would blast him and if he tried higher up, he would have to take the risk of being shot by numerous bullets.
Fighting with AIs now, are we?
Sky hadn't forgot about the original Vos though. But there really wasn't much that he could do about him right now. What would happen with him had to wait for now, but Sky was watching his every move, and if he walked in front of Sky where he could shoot him, he would. The chest cannon was still charging up and the humming continued.
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Post by RedOptics on Sept 13, 2015 20:44:20 GMT
The femme moved with such swiftness she was closer in a matter of seconds. It was probably not the best idea, but Diamond knew he couldn't focus on running and fighting at the same time. Staying in the shadows, she crawled underneath some mineral rich rocks, which would hopefully shield her signature for a small bit until she moved positions again. Laying on her stomach, Dia went stone still once again as she aimed her gun in Vos's general direction.
Her clawed digits gripped the lethal weapon in front of her, while she kept a single optic wide open and focused, searching for a gleam of dark metal in the brush. A clear path was nearly impossible in an area such as this one, but she had ways, and curving bullets weren't all normally hard to achieve.
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