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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2015 23:02:26 GMT
Nickel is still curled up under the overhanging rock.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting, don't make me choose... " she begs the two unlistening mechs.
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Post by Ichor on Sept 15, 2015 23:47:56 GMT
Stepping out of a warp-bridge a safe distance away from the area, where he wouldn't be noticed appearing, Drive-By turned his helm, making creaking, popping sounds. His almost skeletal mouth grimaced as he looked at a holo-pad, seeing the distance from his destination. He decided to get on with it however, and get to the Avacon. He had no time to lose, and there were enemies here.
Transforming into a beaten and rusted vintage car, painted a now dull black, with deep red detailing such as thin stri[pes along the sides and around the hood, Drive-By began to cruise through the forest, opting to take as many roads as he could to reach the destination before he had to transform and arrive on foot. Something bothered him however, the air smailed familiar and strange.
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Post by Vos on Sept 17, 2015 14:33:13 GMT
~ Vos would find himself in a rather painful situation, though it was not much of a surprise. it was a smaller and thinner mech against a bigger one. Vos had come knowing he'd get stung quite a bit. While the canons that swiveled around to shoot him were not quite as fast as Skyspray might have hoped, unfortunately with bulk came a slow factor, the swinging around of his legs did catch Vos, Skyspray's bend-around with his legs making Vos slide slightly in an incontrollable fashion to the left, where Skyspray's high-powered explosives headed. As Vos slid, he blurred his servos behind, him, his knees bending so that he would would wind up with his peds planted.
Vos did indeed spring forward, now at Skysprya's side, the grenades that exploded sent Vos shooting forth even faster, though the proximity of their explosions damaged Vos's back plating, more bits of armor falling off uselessly, and had played a part in the mech's agony. Vos was sent smoldering forward, his first layers of armor more than breached, but his talons were sent first to grab at Skyspray's shoulder. Not to solidify a grip though, but to pull Vos close enough so that he could sustain a grip with his otters servo on the barrel of Skysrpay's back. Vos's chassis would swing around, the mech would now find himself upon Skyspray's back, his servo which had left two or three small scratch marks on the armor now being applied elsewhere: Vos's visored and hollow optics were worn upon him one minute, and in his talon servo the next. The servo would now be used to shove the mask upon Skyspray's face, with all it's hooks and jagged spikes unlaced from the innside of the mask. Vos had obtained a secure grip, and with quick reflexes and acting he intended to force his nephew to wear what Vos called his face. The aftermath pain would be a rather great distraction to the mech, considering he'd have a second face, which would be difficult to pull off, or dodge of evade in the first place for that matter, considering Skyspray's servos were both occupied with his hammer hilt of his weapon.
Vos let his shoulders open again, another round miniature missiles -spinning through the air, targeted for Skyspray's arms. Not to damage them, No. To make them both stay down long enough for Vos's gift to be given. Sky spray may also jar to prevent this, but Vos's servos were quite steady, and would force the Face on. In the midst of his agony, Vos could feel something smiling in him, watchful and wary of Skyspray's next move, but in theis battle, even if he would offline, he would have several--if not at least one joy first.
"Perhaps we are."
--((Happens to the best of us. ))--
Vos bolted, continuing to complete the semi-circle around Skyspray, grateful that the mech had ceased his fire. He'd make the most of it, he supposed. With multiple charging guns laden around, along with other objects, Vos prepared his device for activation, it would take but a second for the Device to pick up all the signals. With battered armor, and a bleeding chest, the mech would let out a small hiss. His plan was working. Their plan was working. The A.I. and him were of one mind, they were two beings, yet thoughts as one. Vos let a talon-like servo digit press a small knob on his gauntlet, activating said objects. Suddenly, large plumes of smoke would burst around Skyspray and the forest surrounding him in a huge ring of smoke, concealing Vos. Strangely enough, the smoke's chemicals would also interfere with him sensing Vos's energon, it wouldn't entirely bock it out, but it would force the mech to 'look' around more clearly if he was to keep a tab on Vos.
Vos would backtrack, heading for one of the charging weapons: a Nucleon Charge rifle. Fully charged, and ready to take a shot. The mech aimed for Skyspray, applying a lens in his scope; heat vision. Vos would fire for Skyspray's chest canon, as he followed the struggling mech's actions. The shot was careful and very well aimed, just the chance of dodging or misplacing so that it would miss by but an inch was unlikely, even within that, the shot would simply drill past the armor, and hit the canon, causing it to backfire from within by the single shot. The some would also act as the perfect cover from the sniper, whoever he or she was.
((Note for Red: The rifle Taggon did give you has an adjustable scope. Heat vision can be applied.))
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Sept 17, 2015 20:03:47 GMT
This was perfect. Just perfect. Things could of course have been better but this was a close second. When Vos darted for him, he applied his battlemask to protect himself from what he knew would come. He had been knowing Vos for a very long time and this was not surprising in the slightest. The Face was something that Sky had seen in action multiple times, and he had a way of countering it. When Vos had grabbed his shoulder, he had swung himself straight into the line of fire for his shoulder mounted machinegun, but that wasn't all. Sky had opened the a small bit and sent two small rockets straight for the body or servo or whatever was in front of it. Didn't really matter what it hit. Vos was on him now and Vos actually wasn't that much shorter, only about 10ft. This made it pretty hard for Vos to remain on him without being a target to at least one gun. As Vos put his Face on Sky's battlemask, Sky dropped the hammer but what he did then maybe would surprise Vos quite a bit: he laughed.
Hehehehe. Hahahah. Oh this is funny, Uncle Vos. You've been giving much, not held back a bit. But I have. Well, no more Mr. Nice guy.
Vos' face had only hit the battlemask, with some occasional hooks and spikes going through into Sky's actual face. And even they just scratched the surface. It hurt, yes it did but it did not immobilize him or make him scream out of pain. Rockets hit his arms and he let them do so. It wouldn't matter shorly anyways. As Vos was on his back, there was pretty much only one place where he could be without being shot to bits and that was beween Sky amd his big tank cannons, that also provided quite a nice seat for anyone wanting to sit there. And as Vos held his arms around to get the Face on Skyspray's face, he had made them a target. The tank cannos suddely jolted forwards, locking the limbs stuck in between them and Sky's body. Skybthe proceeded to reach back to where the limbs where stuck and attempt to grab a hold of Vos' legs while the two coils on his shoulders gave Vos a small electrical shock. If Sky succeeded in grabbing the legs he would start to pull out towards the sides, trying to rip them off and thus cripple Vos severly. Otherwise he would just keep squishing them between himself and the cannons.
As all of this happened, he hadn't really gotten time to notice the real Vos and what he was doing. Just that smoke was errupting from all around him. That wasn't really good. And then a sniper round hit him in the chest, straight on the cannon that was still charging. Luckily for Sky, Vos hadn't counted the energon barrier that was around it and absorbed the shot. This still drained on Sky's power levels and he gasped before the impact sent him flying with his back first on the ground. But as the other Vis was on Sky's back, he would be squished between him and the ground. That couldn't feel nice. Sky groaned a bit as he tried to push himself up again into a standing position but now he used a rock as sort of a shield against the original Vos, in case he would fire again. And he slowly advanced on where the shot came from... He also created another barrier, just in case.
He also had almost forgot about Nickel. She surely hated this but there was no other solution. And in the heat of the battle, he hadn't heard her, at least not very good.
Everything fine, Nickel.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2015 20:41:06 GMT
"No!" Nickel wails, "It's not okay! My boys are trying to offline each other even though they really don't need to!"
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Post by RedOptics on Sept 17, 2015 22:36:24 GMT
Diamond practically had a 'screw it' moment as she scrambled to her trods, picking up the gun and leaping for higher ground, way closer than she intended. But this time, she wasn't going to snipe, instead, she took out her blades, servos grabbing the handles to better the holding force of her arms. Growling in her chest, she scanned the area multiple times until she saw a shape moving. Leaning out and placing her hands on a wall, she looked much like a feline, ready to pounce. She rocked her trods that were on the edge of the structure, her optics wide with anticipation as her clawed servos dug into the stone wall. The adrenaline got even more extreme as not a single second though rolled through her mind. Diamond's audios would perk and drop, hearing almost everything around her, it was hard to decipher what was what most of the time. Sliding down, she dropped to the ground and stalked her way closer, dangerously close.
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Post by Ichor on Sept 19, 2015 0:46:14 GMT
Racing through the forest roads, Drive-By's engine roared, the sound of an engine that had a cylinder out of sync, a muffler that wasn't quite doing it's job, and a creaking chassis corroded by rust and weather. The Decepticon Insignia on it's grill was the only poilished piece of the entire vehicle, a mech perhaps proud of his allegiance more than his body. As he rounded another corner, he transformed and jumped off the road, into the forest. He was no longer able to drive to the destination.
Sprinting towards the beacon, he held an SMG ready for combat. Much like his alt-mode suspension, his joints creaked and grated as he ran. Pedes clicked and thudded against the dirt, he was obviously not aiming for stealth, just simply to get to wherever he was going as fast as he could.
:: A friend comes, are you a brother? :: He internally commed on private Avacon comm channels, hoping for a response to confirm it was an Avacon.
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Post by Shrike and Contrail on Sept 19, 2015 2:30:34 GMT
Shrike suddenly stood up at the sound of Drive-By's voice in his comm. He had already shooed away the police, and expected more drastic measures to be taken by the small biological creatures he had disturbed on his way to his location. Shrike blended in as an Autobot, with a flashy paint job and a land alt mode. He nicknamed his disguise "Throttle", and so that was what he would call himself to anyone who would speak to him. He returned communication to Drive-By. ::Heh, I know that speech pattern anywhere. How are ya' Ichor? It's me Shrike. I've heard the little creatures talkin' 'bout a nearby fight, I hear some big guy versus a robot ninja, whatever that means. Might as well check it out, they're obviously cybertronians.:: He said as he transformed and headed towards Drive-By's signal. He looked just like a human sports car, with a bright red color scheme to match. His sleek form cut through the stopped police cars and made it's way out of town. He soon saw the rough terrain and switched back to his bipedal form and saw Drive-By in the distance. 'Throttle' sprinted towards Drive-By and commed back in. ::I think I spotted you, I am headed directly to you. Has anything important happened in the time I've been gone?::
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Post by Vos on Sept 19, 2015 14:08:30 GMT
(( ))
~Once again, his ego had underestimated his brutish enemies abilities, his arms receiving new holes along with his sides, agony darkening his vision, so to speak, since he had no optics in the first place. With large holes being punched into him from his side, around the arms, and energon bursting through his limbs, Vos was gravitated back as Skyspray was shot to the ground. Through it all, Vos managed to let go, and give what he had to shoving away from Skyspray, the strenuous and energy-costly move, but the mech managed, letting Skyspray crash to the ground, his powerful body making a just as mighty fall, the canons that were on the mech's back would likely receive some damage from the fall. Now sprawled on the ground, the mech strained, as his vision blackened more and more, a shadow swallowing him that only he could see. Excruciating agony swelled all around him, and he knew he would not be pulling through. Vos crawled away, grumbling and leaking his way into the smoke, picking up one of the charged rifles, and pointing it at Skyspray. In the midst of his pain, Vos urged himself to focus, to aim for Skyspray's torso. Vos fired the precision shot so that it would diagonally blast into Skyspray's pelvic girdle.
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Vos knew his other self was not fairing well, and he sensed the mech's pain--but he knew it was necessary. Strapping the now charging and previously used Nucleon Charge rifle to his back, Vos maneuvered around careful as to equip another, collecting the courage to over come his own pressing pains, and took aim for where he knew his clone would aim--they thought so alike--Vos aimed for the pelvic girdle, only so that it would be shot in between the mech's legs. This was not a rude gesture, but it was meant to impede the mech's mobility some. An old tactic which had been repeatedly used, but Vos was losing his helm some, and the angle Skyspray was currently at there was not too many other options that would be effective.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Sept 20, 2015 6:11:56 GMT
Sky kept going forwards towards Vos' latest position but he kept track of where his enemy went. His main cannons maybe wouldn't be used for a while but later they'd hopefully come online again. Small repairing systems were working on bringing them back but they were slow so it wouldn't happen soon. His advance went slow so Sky decided to spped it up a little. He jumped and bent his legs so that the pulse cannons were pointing downwards before firing straight at the ground. The following explosion sent him flying forwards, a bit closer to the real Vos. That also made the shots coming for him miss their intended target, the shot from AI Vos hit the back of his leg, right above the pede and the shot from the real Vos hit his other leg above the knee. This sent him spinning a bit and he brought up his arms to cover his helm as he was about to hit the ground. Sky cursed a bit before impacting against the ground, at the same time almost transforming into tank mode. The exception was in the middle where the chest cannon was still charging.
The psuedotank began driving before it transformed again, it had all been a method of getting back on his pedes as quickly as possible without losing too much speed. His legs were damaged and it really hurt to walk, but sometimes you had to sacrifice to achieve victory.
Come and face me instead of hiding. I'm sure that we can have a nice conversation.
He took both his Erasers from his back, they were LMGs with a fancy name because they "erased" decepticons quite well. Now he just sprayed them for Vos's general direction while slowly walking forwards. He tried to remember last time he did this but couldn't. It had been such a long time ago. He turned his helm to look at Nickel and tried to calm her down.
Easy, grandma. Soon it is over.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2015 12:32:41 GMT
"Skyspray, please come home!" Nickel pleads with him to return with her to the Decepticons.
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Post by RedOptics on Sept 20, 2015 17:25:07 GMT
Diamond dashed through the trees, finally spotting her target. The end. She hissed softly, her optics shining with blood lust for the very first time. Vos was going to feel exactly what Halberd felt, but only have his pain end quicker than hers. Stalking him through the haziness of the smoke, Dia kept low to the ground so that her armor blended in with the darkness of the thick air. Her clawed servos dug up dirt as she pounced for the mech, outstretching her digits for his throat. She'll take away the gift that any Cybertronian would die to keep, their own voice.
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Post by Vos on Sept 23, 2015 0:41:12 GMT
~The A.I. was fading, and he knew it. The extension of Vos's consciousness was beginning to flicker out, and didn't move, any more hits intended for him did, additional pain--though with all the agony he was receiving, everything was distant, and it was as if he wasn't responding to anything. He just lay limp, as his energon socked the earth.
Vos was quick to move to another stationing, as he felt a part of himself dissipate. Today was most likely his last--or this part of him's last. There was still a shard of him left elsewhere, but it didn't matter. That part had not been responding, and would most likely just--offline as well. At least he'd had the pleasure of torturing the amount of mechs and femmes he had. Bolting to another position as Skyspray fired machine-gun like weapons at him, Vos just dropped his rifle as he sprinted through the smoke, which was beginning to reduce. The Decepticon's armor received shots to the shoulder and the side of his leg, causing his armor to tatter more, but he could still run, and true Decepticons had a habit of refusing to concede until their final breaths. Skyspray would know this.
Vos found another Charged Nucleon rifle, and snatched it, resuming his aim. He was about to focus on another part of Skyspray through the heat-vision lens, when something pounced on him from behind, a knee digging into his spine as he hit the ground. A familiar voice murmured a line which Vos failed to understand, but he knew the voice: It was--his experiment. Vos was granted little time to see the femme on him, her optics blazing with hatred. He had known full well she would achieve valid data on her true identity, but it was most inconvienent for her to show up now. Curse the little brat.
Her taloned servo dug into his neck, pulling for something that he knew she would try to acquire from the moment their rivalry began--his voice box. Vos had lost grip on his rifle, the femme's jump saving Skyspray from another shot, and now the weapon was out of reach. Vos held still, planting his face into the ground as if in despair. he wasn't going down fighting. The small and oddly placed black hole on the back of his helm was actually an eye--and with this, Vos grabbed his heavy pistol which was on his belt, and reared his servo upwards. With hind-sight, he aimed for the femme's own throat, firing once, twice, three times.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Sept 23, 2015 12:31:14 GMT
Sky kept firing until another energy signature jumped Vos, prompting Sky to stop firing for a second. He couldn't just shoot an autobot, could he? But it was Vos.. He had to finish what he had started. Sky turned his helm towards the pleading Nickel and shook his helm.
We are home. Home is with Bots.
Then he continued his stride towards Vos and Diamond, his chest cannon still charging and the humming was loud and clear at this point. He felt a bit sad that it was going to be over now but he knew that it was the best thing to do at this point. The cannon was lined up for Vos and Sky could shoot whenever he wanted, but he figured that a little more charge wouldn't hurt. Or maybe that it would.
Any last words, Uncle Vos?
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Post by RedOptics on Sept 24, 2015 1:24:11 GMT
Diamond shot back from the pain, a bullet severing the non-lethal cable on one side of her neck completely, but another had gone through a second time, catching a small device that was her voice box. As she grunted, it sounded distorted, and more... mechanical. But she didn't bother to stand, instead she sat on her knees like a puppy, gripping her energon covered neck and panting. That did not go as planned. Boy... now he's gonna kill me. She thought, but not of Vos. She was so close, so slagging close, to crushing that damn foreign voice box of his. He disserved it. Every bit of what he was going to get. A slow, painful death.
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Post by Vos on Sept 24, 2015 13:57:12 GMT
Vos let a crackled hiss out of himself as his chest bled, engine streaming. The smoke was half way cleared up now, but the mech knew his time wasn't over just yet. Oh no, He'd do one more thing before then. The femme who'd assaulted him that was now on the ground was indeed Deatheye...or Diamond as she'd discovered herself to be. Such a petty little doll, trying to be something she never could be. Vos let his own taloned fingers reach for her, shoving her up if he was successful, applying his remaining in bringing her up, and holding a gun to her head as she was set before him.
It was classic, but it was something that worked. Usually.
Vos woudl continue to hiss before uttering his language back to Skyspray:
"Shoot me, and I shoot her. Or shoot through her to kill me. I know you'll do it---anything it takes to kill me.-Ahk!" Vos coughed, energon leaking from his black and souls optics, streaming down his faceplate and leaking out the corner of his faceplate. "You and I--RRkk--know these are my last minutes. You'll make sure of that---so go on, anti-hero. Fulfill your goals."
~Even as he was dying, Vos could see the vague figures murmuring. He could send e satisfaction from his counterpart--though they both knew they'd die very shortly. He never laughed, but just managed to raise his neck to watch, before he looked over at Nickel. The faceless mech's optic-soikcets were bleeding as well, and from him he vibrated a string of murmurs, "My...real name is Hyre'dron. I'm---not Vos...anymore. Make sure the next...is better...and listens to Tarn more than I did."
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Sept 28, 2015 5:42:48 GMT
Sky watched the situation unfold and vented. Why did always these situations turn out to be much harder than it should be? One shot could end all this, one shot could make this little issue solved. One shot could end years of suffering and hopefully calm the hatred inside him. But that one shot could also kill a fellow autobot. Nobody would notice, but it didn't feel right. Sky didn't want to shoot her, at least not now. He let the chest cannon continue charging as he walked even closer.m
Let her go, Vos. You've lost. I can wait for a long time, you have nowhere to run and I actually doubt that you are able to run anyways. Be a mech and accept your fate, Vossy.
Sky said behind his battlemask. And everything he said was true. Sky had no problems with waiting and Vos probably knew that too. Always the patient little mech, although he didn't always act it out. Because when patience and fun was the two options, fun was more appealing to him. This was however a time to be patient.
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Post by Ichor on Sept 28, 2015 23:14:04 GMT
Shifting and sliding on his pedes, coming to a stop before sprinting towards the sound of battle he had picked up, Drive-By grinned a deathly grin. His blood red optics lit up as his pedes creaked and groaned with the stress and speed at which he ran through the forest towards Skyspray, Vos, and Diamond. His SMG clicked and armed itself as he drew near to them, the element of surprise would not be on his side, he would be easily heard as he arrived to them.
:: No, nothing special, come, come help me.... :: Ichor commed back, an unnatural sound of seriousness in his voice.
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Post by RedOptics on Sept 28, 2015 23:27:07 GMT
Diamond stared at Sky with no regard for her own life. But knowing that he wouldn't shoot, and considering the fact that he was weakened, she took her own blade and twisted her arm to get him, through a small bit of her that is. She would allow Sky to shoot her through her stomach, since there was now a hole in her side, the bullet wouldn't do a lot of damage. Of course it was painful, but she bit through it.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2015 19:32:53 GMT
Nickel is clearly torn between the two, Vos and Skyspray. They just won't listen when she's telling them to listen, "How can you think the Autobots are home? They're the ones who keep killing your old friends!"
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