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Post by Gearchange on Dec 16, 2015 15:29:38 GMT
The Cairngorms National Park (Scottish Gaelic Pàirc Nàiseanta a' Mhonaidh Ruaidh) is a national park in north east Scotland, established in 2003. It was the second of two national parks established by the Scottish Parliament, after Loch Lomond and the Trossachs National Park, set up in 2002. The park covers the Cairngorms range of mountains, and surrounding hills. Already the largest national park in the British Isles, in 2010 it expanded into Highland and Perth and Kinross.[1]
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Post by Wildfire Lockheart on Dec 16, 2015 15:38:23 GMT
A harrier jumpjet soared over the snowy higlands, finding a nice viewpoint. The jet pulls up and cuts its engines, transforming to reveal a 26ft tall femme in bright orange, yellow and red. A set of shoulderpads clicked into place. Upon flexing her arm joints a set of spike emmerged.
This was the daughter of Feenixfire Primal, her clan markings worn like any other proud predacon member, despite being predacon on the inside, she preferred embracing her father's way of life. The way of the wreckers, a vehicle mode to disguise her on this planet.
Cracking the joins in her servos she began to observe her surroundings, pulling out a small scanner. As always she was looking for sources of energon.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Dec 16, 2015 16:39:15 GMT
Four hundred and Eighty Eight miles away from Cairngorms National Park a single Decepticon watched the entirety of the island for cybertronian signals. With the Decepticon Commander Backbeat working on his latest insane plot at Stonehenge Shadow-Strike had decided to deflection Autobot attention from reaching the area. It was with this intention that Shadow-Strike warped through a groundbridge from Stonehenge to Cairngorms National Park. The bright green light of the portal illuminating the surrounding area as the snow fell with an unearthly green sparkle that could be spotted from miles due to it's location in a large clearing.
He wasn't trying to hide after all as the groundbridge lacked standard protocol signal dampeners and as such was instead a huge burning beacon designed to attract all in the area or even the country. With such an entrance Shadow-Strike stepped out, his slim but sturdy left pede reaching out to crunch against the snow before he followed through with his other foot allowing the rest of his frame to gradually pass in the process. His black armour gleaming with an unholy light of black, red, grey and green from the groundbridge before it disappeared with a loud closing warp. Then there was silence as the mech's optics darted around the clearing, blood red optics searching for prey.
It was tempting to hunt, to locate and eliminate whatever cybertronian signal he had located in the proximity with long range scanners. That would have left him at a disadvantage however as his optics stared into the every growing snow storm, they knew he was here by now surely and with that the advantage of surprise he would have preferred in a hunt was lost. Instead Shadow-Strike considered a different strategy as he began looking around the area, his gauntlets activating as they offered the intended supplies of thirteen rod's that he intended to use. With a quick servo the mech procceded to move deploying his trap as he waited will his optics began to adapt to the snow.
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Post by Wildfire Lockheart on Dec 16, 2015 16:52:33 GMT
Wildfire reached for her composite hunting bow, unfolding and pinning its strings. The flash of green had caught her optics. She looked down upon the open land, sniffing the cold air, her optics dilate as her predacon senses kick in. She was a huntress and had no intention of becoming prey.
Wildfire's wings fold back, behind her, jutting out backwards like a shark's fin, she didn't want to be seen after all. She began her descent into the snowy plains, trudging lightly in the snow. Counting how many arrows she had in her head and what attachments she had.
A servo reaches down to pull out a predacon hunting knife, a dagger. Incase anyone did try and jump her without her knowing.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Dec 16, 2015 17:09:25 GMT
The trap set now Shadow-Strike stepped into the centre of the circle and slowly lowered to his knees, closing his optics in the process as his frame adapted to the environment. Numerous programmes running to begin countering the snowfall which was currently messing with his visual, sound and touch sensory systems. On his knees in a meditation stance Shadow-Strike gradually began to sense the unnatural differences from the shallowest of changes in wind current to the displacement of snow that occured due to his own body... and someone else's.
Opening his optics with a sudden awareness of the area around him Shadow-Strike's helm raised upwards staring into the distance as his optics began to observe a silhouette in the distance. The snow was obscuring their body although he could see the faintest of details, it was the snow that helped him identify their movements as he watched. His jet black frame was already tensing for combat as he lowered both servo's onto his knees, only centimetres from the ground where he could launch into battle. Now it was just time to wait as he stayed perfectly still, even his optics dimmed to assist in obscuring his own presence.
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Post by Wildfire Lockheart on Dec 16, 2015 17:27:09 GMT
The femme stopped in her tracks, a servo pulled back the bowstring, an optic calculating if she should hit her target from this distance. She held her breath and reached for an arrow, a small click as her arrow armed itself with a small bolt.
Her bow contracts again, clipping onto the bowstring and resting against the bow. The femme then pulled the string and aimed her bow up. Swiftly releasing the arrow towards her target, the bolt would land nearby letting out a bright red flare.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Dec 16, 2015 17:37:59 GMT
Watching as the bolt was unleashed from the bow Shadow-Strike's optics narrowed on the location of his target as he was illuminated by the bright red light of the flare. It's light making him easy to spot despite his previous attempts to hide. Still Shadow-Strike didn't move from his spot as his battlemask rose into place over his face, the pitch black mask covering up everything including his optics which now began to glow with a furious intensity. The blood red optics covered by a transparent material stared forward towards his opponent.
Their intensity piercing as his heads up display began to display his current frame capacity along with terrain information that would be useful for the battle. He had every intention on this distraction resulting in the death of another Autobot as he began scanning the other frame which from this distance was obviously a femme.
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Post by Wildfire Lockheart on Dec 16, 2015 17:49:03 GMT
Wildfire stared back at the figure, another arrow drawn, clasped between her bow and servos. She wasn't going to fire just yet.
What even are you... She asked herself. Watching the figure.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Dec 16, 2015 17:55:55 GMT
Will the snow fell around them Shadow-Strike's optics met with the femme after her question before he lowered his helm and optics, diverting them to his chest. In time with the movement Shadow-Strike's chestpiece was illuminated with the purple glow of the Decepticon insignia before it flickered out again. The deactivated insignia merging back into the darkness of his frame will his optics returned toward the femme's body. For a moment his legs tensed further ready to springboard at any moment as his gauntlets cycled his blades into position, the very tip of either blade slipping out just enough to shorten the deploy time marginally will hiding them underneath his servo's which still hung near the ground.
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Post by Wildfire Lockheart on Dec 16, 2015 18:15:45 GMT
Wildfire was ready to grab another blade, this was a decepticon, one of her first encounters in a long time. Her wings twitch a little, feeling the wind bring in more snow. Her internal temperature was being maintained through her heating elements. No need for her to be wasting her fire powers.
She began to walk forwards, taking the short way down the hill, watching the movements of her opponent.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Dec 16, 2015 18:45:41 GMT
Will the snow continued to fall heavily around the clearing due to the lack of trees to provide cover it did provide clear sight lines for the warriors as they neared closer. The femme's footsteps smothered by the snow still made sound as Shadow-Strike listened intently will his optics continued with their piercing stare. As she neared closer and closer Shadow-Strike allowed the gentlest of smirks behind his mask. No matter how controlled he was their was always a rush that he felt before combat.
The exact same rush that was pushing through his system like a static shock, providing energy to push his sensors into a form of hyper-awareness. A feeling that could only be experienced as he began to count her steps based on the sound of her feet connecting with the ground. He wasn't taking his optics off her frame, not with her this close.
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Post by Wildfire Lockheart on Dec 16, 2015 18:55:38 GMT
Wildfire retracted the bow, putting her arrow away along with it, clasped in both servos now were her hunting blades. She was a sharp and agile huntress, prepared to brawl at any time. Her wings fan out behind her as she approached the mech, spinning the blades round in her servos.
State your business, we can make this easy for the both of us. Her highland accent rang through, similar to that of the wrecker father she trained under. Gearchange.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Dec 16, 2015 19:23:02 GMT
Observing her movements for flaws Shadow-Strike could tell the femme was experienced, probably with prior training most likely from one of the veteran warriors. Still even that in the obscurity of the snow storm wasn't enough to narrow down the femme's identity as his scanners where obstructed consistently by the weather. Her voice however did as suddenly the mech's optics narrowed in recognition. Wildfire Change, child of Feenixfire and Gearchange an almost constant pairing across the multiverse at one point or another. A family which the mech had the pleasure of meeting throughout numerous plains of existence.
As such she was also one of his most researched opponents as the mech smirked behind his battlemask. It would be interesting to see the differences this verse brought in combat. After all despite having fought countless battles with almost every existence that's ever lived in the multiverse, each entity had different alterations which meant prior combat experience against them elsewhere was just as useful as a battle experience from the cybertronian civil war. It was a framework for what to expect not a definitive guide to their moves and tactics.
Even then it was an advantage Shadow-Strike took great satisfaction in exploiting as the femme neared closer and closer, his HuD began to identify the rods he placed in the ground earlier. Each of them hidden underneath the snow as Shadow-Strike watched his opponent near closer will his blades slithered out of his gauntlets, never moving quick enough to catch attention and always concealed by his arm and servo's. Now it was time for action. Yet even now he decided to grace his opponent with the silky smooth voice that slithered from his glossa, a sound that could have entranced even the hardest of femme's given the time to send shivers down their back-strut.
Shadow-Strike: Since you ask so kindly I'll be willing to oblige. Vral Wildfire, I deal in death.
With that announcement the mech activated the trap, thirteen rods situated around the two combatants launching into the air. The small cylinders almost instantly reaching their maximum height of 24ft as they activated the second phase. Will still in the air they lengthened opening up numerous ports that seemed to hold something sinister before they glowed red, each and everyone of them suddenly fired a beam of energy designed to dissect anything it caught from all angles. A danger that was irrelevant for Shadow-Strike himself as he stayed kneeling allowing the energy beams to fly overhead before they deactivated with the rods falling towards the ground harmlessly.
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Post by Wildfire Lockheart on Dec 16, 2015 20:27:21 GMT
Oh really because I'm not interested in buying.
Wildfire stopped in her tracks, alert to the danger which now surrounded her. She grips her blades tightly as the lightshow this Decepticon put on, twisting and weaving wildly as the lethal light show cut at the femme, whilst trying to avoid the light show she had entered close proximity to this Decepticon, her optics look back to the Decepticon, she raised her daggers in preparation from the distraction.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Dec 16, 2015 21:13:18 GMT
With the laser shower occurring above his head Shadow-Strike was surprisingly calm as death played above him and he watched Wildfire narrowly avoid her end. A part of him felt slightly disappointed that his trap had failed as he began to move the moment the lasers deactivated. Both servo's slammed against the ground providing pressure as he pushed onto his pede's and then leaped forward towards his opponent. His frame moving like a deadly bullet towards the helpless target.
In mid-air he stretched out his left servo pushing it forwards with the intention of embedding it into the Autobot's chest. An attack that at his current momentum and with his razor sharp claws was more than just likely. Still even just 'likely' wasn't enough of a safeguard for the mech as Shadow-Strike's blades deployed. The hum of thermo-energon blades in use suddenly sparking into life as the left blade headed towards Wildfire.
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Post by Wildfire Lockheart on Dec 16, 2015 21:29:56 GMT
Wildfire stood her ground, digging her pedes in. Ready to barrel roll with Shadowstrike when he lunged at her. Her daggers were raised, poised to defend herself, sharpened steel. Hardened for battle. Her own armor was durable and ready for combat.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Dec 16, 2015 21:36:04 GMT
Nearing closer Shadow-Strike's blade narrowly missed as the femme barrel rolled away forcing him to soften his landing before he pivoted on one foot to face his opponent again. So far she'd avoided two of his attacks both a trap and a plain strike, not exactly unexpected but a little disappointing for the assassin as he moved back into an attack stance. Stepping forward quickly the mech rushed forward both blades moving in an intricate dance as they tried to bypass the femme's defence. Every swing timed, every lunge balanced and every strike deadly as the mech tried to breakthrough to her chestplating.
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Post by Wildfire Lockheart on Dec 16, 2015 22:56:00 GMT
Wildfire's blades danced against Shadowstrike's, one move was all it took for him to get through, his blade made contact with her arm plating, the piercing pain, followed by a rush, a thrill to fight more. A pede swept up and round aiming a kick at the Decepticon with her heavy pede.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Dec 17, 2015 15:30:49 GMT
With a glancing blow against the femme's arm Shadow-Strike was already moving away trying to reel in his blades to ensure he didn't overextend. It was the first noticable strike of the fight and he intended to ensure the advantage stayed with him as he backed away. Both pede's quickly shuffling in a flurry of movement as he back-peddled only to spot an incoming kick from the femme. At the speed the attack was moving Shadow-Strike had no time to block forcing himself to roll with the momentum of the strike to dampen the impact as he pivoted away.
His reflexes allowing both feet to land in perfect positioning for his counterattack as he pushed off the ground with both pede's, will pistons in his legs unleashed compressed air that launched him up and over the femme's helm in an impressive arc. The acrobatic manoeuvre only made more impressive as Shadow-Strike flipped in mid-air just above Wildfire's helm so he was hanging upside down. Allowing Shadow-Strike to continue his own form of attack as he slashed downwards towards the femme's upper helm before he landed gently.
Landing on the soft terrain Shadow-Strike was pushing the attack almost instantly as he pushed forward. His left thermo-energon blade thrusting forwards in an attempt to catch the femme either in the back or her chest if she spun around quick enough. An action that while possible would be extremely difficult as the entire synchronised attack had only lasted three seconds since the jump.
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Post by Wildfire Lockheart on Dec 18, 2015 0:21:30 GMT
Wildfire ducked as Shadowstrike jumped overhead, she was turning with Shadowstrike however his blade had caught her wing, causing a surge of pain to rush her systems. She spun her dagger round, pointing it backwards as she turned to swipe back at her assailant, her free servo dropped down to her leg, sliding away the dagger, a fist clenched tightly.
When she faced Shadowstrike an orange glow began to fill between her digits, an orb of flame being thrust out and released from her palm towards Shadowstrike. She picked up her blades once more. The fireball was just a warning shot. She wouldn't hesistate to incinerate her combatant.
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