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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 2:37:06 GMT
A single blue beam shot out from his visor, hitting the truck dead in the wire mesh covered wind shield, causing the driver to swerve. Suddenly Soundwave's gaze was plastered to the ground, cancelling the scan and staggering him slightly. Shaking his helm and straightening up, he turned his gaze to Jazz. Watching the 'Bot land on his pedals after elbowing him? He hadn't quite seen what the 'Bot had done, only felt the after effects of it. Flicking his gaze from Jazz to the vehicles approaching from behind, he decided he'd have to deal with him before trying to scan again. Quickly thinking up a plan, the wire and strut covered Decepticon stepped forward. Bringing his right arm up into an upper cut, Soundwave stepped forward again whether he hit or not, swinging his left fist towards the side of Jazz's face plate.
The pain in his chest was beginning to mount and the ache was starting to move towards his lower half as well, every hallow space was probably filled or at least coated with Energon at this point, best not to go near any fire. Dealing with the pain enough to spin and lift his leg up enough to send it striking across the 'Bot's face plate, Soundwave planted his pedals beneath him as he refocused on the truck. His already blue visor required no wind up as the blue beam shot out, hitting it in the side and placing a hex-grid over the truck's form. Data was collected quickly as his processor gathered the vehicles details, mapping them to a template of his body and preparing to create the require plating. Only a few more seconds now... Then he'd have everything he needed to assume his new form and stand a chance in a fight again, not that he would say his current performance was terrible.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 2:54:44 GMT
The Autobot was still getting himself upright on his pedes when Soundwave wheeled around and struck him to the side of the face plate where his helm vents lay and he took a step back. The disruption caused a bit of a stall in the intake there was a whine as air pulled through and Jazz tried to get himself clear of another swing, but not before this time being kicked in almost the same area which caused him to stumble to the side though was able to catch himself to prevent completely falling over. Now there was also a bit of ringing in his left audio, he stepped back out of range of the Decepticon to recover. Seemed that Jazz wasn't in total repair yet and not everything was up to where it should have been before engaging in battle again. It was too late for that, however, because now he was in the middle of this fight and he wasn't going to just walk away from it. Jazz never did that; not anymore, at least. Go down fighting- that was just how he worked these days. Or, at least days in the past.
Jazz shook his helm once and hit the audio receptor that was ringing and looked up toward Soundwave, narrowing his optics beneath his visor at what he was seeing.
'He's at it again! Determined little fragger,' Jazz thought to himself. Soundwave was a good few feet taller than him, but he was not out of range of his own strikes. Jazz moved forward to close the gap he had made getting out of range of another hit from Soundwave and swing his own servo around to try and knock the other mech in the face plate just as he had before to the Porsche. If he could stop him from scanning the vehicle, maybe Jazz would still have enough of an upper hand in this to get this 'Con grounded. If not, the tables would be turned against him, considering what Jazz knew about Soundwave's file.
At least he still had one little trick up his sleeve if all else failed.
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Post by Backbeat on Jan 1, 2015 3:11:29 GMT
The two mysterious transformers arrive at their destination, stopping on a hill overlooking the battle between Jazz and Soundwave. The one in the cape looks at the battle with interest, a hand bursts out of the cape, a hand holding a pistol. The mech aims the pistol... And fires three shots at Jazz! The femme beside the caped mech smiles.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 3:41:34 GMT
Although he may have been scanning, Soundwave was not oblivious to the events going on around him. Watching as the Autobot swung his servo in an attempt to knock his gaze away from the truck, he quickly span left, dodging the swipe and in term giving him the momentum to use his forearm as a club. Extending his arm out, he aimed at head height and just allowed physics to carry out the next few moments. Locking his gaze right back on the truck after exiting the spin, the last few shreds of data were filled in and the template was complete. The blue beam disappeared and his visor returned to it's normal dark red, a loud hiss ringing out as coolent was discharged from his back. Then his body went into over time, rising in temperature as the specialised organs within all Cybertronians began to produce the new plating, pumping them out and fitting them into place with locking clicks and burning hisses. The tubing, wiring and unfinished body was beginning to take shape, folding into the desired positions as bolts and joints pressed together.
While this was going on he was pretty much defenceless, but it seemed he had a helping hand as the three shells were fired, briefly breaking Soundwave's trance just long enough for him to see if Jazz had just shot him in the head. He would have wondered who fired the shells if it wasn't Jazz, but before he could he was sucked right back into that trance as his body continued remaking itself. The internal bleeding suffered at the hands of the 'Bot's bonnet was repaired, the damaged tubing seemingly regrowing from nothing. His mass increased, bulking him up into someone worthy of challenging Megatron. The chain-gun from before had also shifted forms, becoming far more streamlined but still retaining the eight barrels amazingly. The most extraordinary part of the process had to be the paint job, which simply appeared like someone had flipped a switch. A dark blue was the main colour, followed by a gun metal grey, complete with yellow and red trim.
The final thing to come was on his chest, right in the centre, where the black glass was placed, a large silver Decepticon symbol rose up from where the seam was located. Setting like stone in the centre, the symbol feared by millions sat proudly on the chest of an equally feared warrior...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 4:03:21 GMT
Soundwave had enough basic skills to give Jazz a run for his chips which he realized when he felt the hit to his helm that nearly had him driven face-first into the ground if not for the already forward momentum that instead kept him stumbling forward. He found himself falling into a group of trees and halfway slumped into them before grumbling and rubbing the impact spot as the Porsche started back to his pedes. He should have have known better than to go after Soundwave so eagerly like that and not take into account that the Decepticon would be able to actually dodge and use his own inertia against him. Had he been in top shape like he usually kept himself at thanks to Ratchet and crew, he probably would have been able to counter most of what was going on around him. But he didn't have that assistance and the medic he had dealt with HAD told him to take it easy for a few cycles. Now, if only he had taken that advice and not engaged in combat with Soundwave maybe he would be safely at the Ark in his quarters and dealing with being confined. That was then, that was old possibilities, and these were the now.
And at the moment, Jazz was about to face a lot of trouble.
The impact of the weapon's shot was met with the back windshield of his alt mode, which went right through it at an angle and nearly shattered the reenforced glass. Instead it turned out as more of a radial fracture on the driver side which was a godsend that he didn't actually HAVE drivers- Not to mention that the angle kept it from hitting anything major. The second shot came soon after though and it struck him dead in the shoulder just a bit up from where the impact to his windshield had occurred. The pain was intense as he felt circuits rip and he distinct sensation of energon running down the inner side of his frame. There was no time to hesitate though. Two rapid shots fired after the other, but he had heard a third and instinct told him to fight the pain he was feeling and drop down, which he did, just in time to have the third shot sail overhead and hit the tree he had been slumped on only mere kliks before.
Jazz looked up to try and scan for the new attacker, knowing that it didn't come from Soundwave, though something else had his optics focused. He was staring at Soundwave as he was finishing up his transformation to his newly acquired set of panels. The Porsche could almost sense the sneer coming from the Decepticon, especially as Jazz narrowed his optics behind his visor at the view of the familiar insignia on the chest of his enemy from his almost knelt position on the ground. Hardly favoring for an Autobot when facing a Decepticon.
"Man, I gotta tell'ya. Ya don't look any better with that framework on. Guess ya should talk to the manufacturer and give him your disappointed feedback, yeah?" Then he grinned and returned to a standing position while holding his damaged shoulder, not wanting to have to look up at Soundwave more than he already had to.
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Post by Backbeat on Jan 1, 2015 4:14:33 GMT
The two mysterious transformers walk towards Soundwave and Jazz
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 4:35:28 GMT
Panning his gaze slowly across until it settled on the two approaching figures, Soundwave's now fully operational scanners quickly went to work on the pair. For now, however, they didn't seem to pose a threat to him, so he turned his attention back to Jazz. The 'Bot's attempt at charm was lost on him, he could cared no less for small talk or anything like, especially during battle. Taking a step forward, the angular mecn stopped half way through the stride, instead glancing to his chain-gun. He knew the changes would do nothing to the performance or quality, but why leave it to chance? The now spinning barrels certainly didn't leave it to chance. With a continuous flash of light appearing at the bottom of the small array, a cloud of small, sharp bullets filled the air in front of him as they flew towards Jazz's body. Stray rounds were already impacting against the trees in the back ground, shredding them like wet paper in a tornado as the thunderous roar of the weapon rang out.
If the Autobot didn't decide to charge forward and attempt to silence the gun the old fashioned way, by punching it repeatedly, it would stop after 30 seconds or so. Winding down from the spinning enough to show the smoking barrels, Soundwave would retract the gun, allowing it to rest flush against his back and aim straight up. Now that he had tested the one, he needed to continue his testing, to make sure the trip through deep space hadn't messed with his weaponry. Next on the list was his rifle, which was already folding out from his right arm. Flipping out of the small compartment and landing in his sturdy grip, he took up a slightly angled firing position and took aim. Placing the targeting cross on Jazz's midrift, the end of the weapon suddenly glowed purple a split second before a bolt of energy was sent towards the Autobot, burning the air it passed through and leaving a near unseeable smoke trail.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 4:56:19 GMT
It didn't have to be the sound of the gun letting loose of its bullets to hint to Jazz that he was in a very compromised position. He was facing down against two now ( well, three ), and they seemed to ether know one another or at least have enough respect to not get in the others way for their common interest. Right now, that was Jazz, and he had to think quickly or he would end up in more pieces than the Autobots would be capable of gathering together. That was just not the way Jazz was gonna work.
The moment that the bullets rang out, Jazz ducked and dove for cover in the only place he really knew it could be provided. He rushed off into the treeline and crouched down as low as he could as he covered his helm and hoped for the best. The shots were ricocheting all around him, hitting the trees and splintering them in each direction. Some shots were close to him, others were further away, but he seemed to at least have some level of advantage. Being slightly smaller and used to hiding when possible, he was able to move around here and there to give himself the best place to avoid a complete swiss-cheese incident. Though he did not receive the brunt end of the firepower, as Soundwave seemed to be firing in a rather center-point scatter in the place he had ducked for cover at, he would not escape unscathed and he knew that a few of the rounds had hit places he would have to get repaired. The bullet holes and dents were nothing, it was the internal damage he feared and his HUD fed him all the warnings of this system error some other issue here and there.
Jazz waited until the sound of the roar from his gun stopped before he staggered himself to his pedes, pulling his weapon from his paneled hip storage again. The fact that this was three against one made the odds against him in a very unfavorable way but he could deal with numbers later. For now he noticed the beam of light lowering itself to what was his mid-section and narrowed his optics. Running forward into a possible death-trap was a foolish way to escape a dire circumstance, but he was full of really bad ideas. He always had been.
'Here goes nothin',' he thought to himself as he took two ( rather pained ) steps forward and tucked forward as he swung his own pedes out from under him, resulting in an almost immediate drop to the ground as the fired energy bolt passed overhead. He transformed, wheels screeching to catch ground before he was even done and was mid-way through when the front did make contact and he drove forward as the rear ones completed the shift once knees had tucked in once again. He drove straight towwards Soundwave as a game of chicken for him to move.
That wasn't the only thing that Jazz was gunning for, though.
His trunk panel separated when he was close enough and a large speaker emerged as did two from now rolled down side windows. Through those speakers came a sonic blast of circuit-scrambling pulses that beat in unison with the full-spectrum beacons blasting out a disorienting light show from his headlights. Soundwave may have worked on this pattern of sounds, but even he would probably find himself a little shaken up by this. All Jazz needed was for the group to be disoriented long enough for him to sail by and get some distance.
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Post by Backbeat on Jan 1, 2015 5:14:05 GMT
The transformer in the cape laughs as he sees Jazz's attempt at escape
' Look out... '
His associate takes a step back, but he continues to walk forward, the cape moving in the air, he points at Soundwave
' Soundwave yes? Funny, I thought you would already be on earth this time... '
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 13:40:48 GMT
As the Autobot transformed and sped towards him, Soundwave reacquired his aim and fired three shots in quick succession at the hood section. Due to how fast he was travelling they would probably end up striking the rear end or miss all together, but that wasn't his most pressing of issues right now. Staring towards the now flashing head lamps as sound was blared out through a surprising number of speakers, the stalwart mech didn't really react. His newly equipped armour was modelled with his previous armour's specs, meaning sound proofing was high on the list of provided protections. So while the display may have been distracting and certainly quite nauseating to watch, it was by no means going to stop him. However, if you looked closely at his visor you could see he was taking a couple hundred readings and measurements about the noise assaulting his audials, but that was only if you could keep your eyes off what was happening elsewhere...
Flipping back into the now open storage compartment, Soundwave used his newly freed servo to quickly reach across to his left arm, the boxy appendage was splitting open. Separating horizontally at the wrist, the casing moved to reveal a long handle quickly extending out. Grasping to tightly and pulling it free from the housing, the handle shot out in length to the point where it was almost half his height. Holding it at an angle towards the ground, a mere flick of the wrist enabled the pole to finish extending, revealing glowing purple teeth. With the mace ready, he swung. Reeling back until the mace head was just above his shoulder, he stepped forward and twisted sharply. If the Autobot wasn't swerving to avoid this swing then it would streak across the front hood, probably sending him flying back and breaking Soundwave's shoulder, due to the combined momentums clashing. Thanks to Jazz's blaring noise and constant distractions, the cloaked figure's words were null and void to him, simply drowned out by the Porshe.
Further away, setting up a sort of perimeter around the fight, the Human police force were gathering. Their biggest weapon currently on site was disabled, thanks to the after effects of being scanned by a Cybertronian, but that wouldn't last long. Currently on route were a pair of attack helicopters, brought over from an Aircraft carrier stationed just off shore after spotting the incoming asteroid, and were ordered to stop the robots from damaging the village or killing any of the citizens. Equipped with rocket pods, auto-cannons and missiles of varying types, primed and ready to shred the hostiles if required. Thankfully for the warring factions this wasn't America, so they weren't in threat of being nuked any time soon or having a platoon of tanks dropped on their head. The estimated ETA was around five minutes to visual range, which meant they were in missile range as well.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 16:22:17 GMT
The shots to the hood didn't do much damage except to scathe up his paint and give him a couple more holes in his framework so that was easily able to be pushed out. The trio didn't seem to be effected much by the display but that didn't stop Jazz from trying. Even if he could distract them for a split moment he didn't care. And, if they didn't move... well... the he would become a battering ram like Inferno once upon a time. With the current rate of speed and his close proximity to Soundwave, there was little that Jazz could do to completely avoid the oncoming attack. His HUD did flash the warning of the incoming threat and he did what he was able but in the end it came down to two simple options:
Hit it straight on and possibly damage Soundwave but probably critically wound himself as well, or try and avoid what he could and take a significantly less amount of damage but lose a chance of an equal amount to the Decepticon.
Tiny Porsche hit-and-run it was!
The strike to his hood wasn't as bad as he thought it would be but the sound of metal meeting metal in such a way as this would have been pain to anyone's audials, especially as the mace traveled further up the hood towards his windshield. The impact didn't stop Jazz entirely but it was enough to slow him down considerably since Soundwave's weapon was practically digging itself into the metal workings of his frame and threatening to make contact with the already damaged windshield. It was instead the movement over the front driver's side wheel well that turned that attack into more than an annoyance, as since when he was in Bot mode that area was right where the damaged shoulder was, and the pain receptors being dealt another stinging blow like that only made it too much to continue with the ram-and-drive tactic.
There was a sudden turn of Jazz's wheels before the metal could meet glass as brakes clamped down and halted his movements, sending the Porsche spinning around rear first just off to the side of Soundwave and the approaching pair. With inertia still projecting him in what most would call an out-of-control spin ( though for Jazz this was all part of the show ), he used the twist to his advantage to get where he was able to use more than just his speakers and headlights. Locks were loosened and the frame of the vehicle started to open up as the hood stayed forward and top flipped back to reveal Jazz's support column while servos and arms pulled out from the undercarriage to press to the ground and give him just enough of a push to send him into a sideways airborne movement. His pedes once again flipped out and hips twisted about-face just in time for him to unwravel himself from the fetal position like tuck and land in a crouched one, looking towards the three with his blaster in servo. The music and lightshow had stopped now, so all was silent and... not well, but well enough. Tire impressions were all around him, circled almost in a sign of the path he had taken to get here, which was him now standing once again.
Wow, he was a mess. It was probably a foolish time to think about that, but Jazz was usually one for picking the wrong time to still be cheerful. Especially when the situation was this.. well.. one-sided now.
"If Ratchet were here I'd never hear the end of it. Dang, Sounds, ya could have laid off the framework a bit! I am modeled after a classic piece, after all!" Jazz rubbed his shoulder which was now dripping the energon that had flooded the cavities there, staining the already dirtied white paint of the flipped wheel well. "Ya hit hard, man! Like rammin' into one of the walls surroundin' Kaon or somethin'. Not that I've ever done it, mind ya."
Jazz actually grinned some. Was this a diversion? Probably. Considering how close they were to the town now he didn't want to chance someone coming too close and getting caught in the crossfire. His blaster still had some rounds left before it would need to time out for recharge so he could use it if necessary for the time being. Though something told the Autobot that this wasn't quite the end of it.
He took a step back, keeping that smirk on his face plate as he attempted to coax the Decepticons towards him, away from the civilization that had nothing to do with their little scuffle. "Come'on, Sounds. Don't tell me ya got rusty cooped up with a cozy desk job on Cybertron."
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Post by Backbeat on Jan 1, 2015 17:08:44 GMT
The caped Decepticon watches the fight, making sure not to interfere. He ALSO makes sure to be out of the way of any stray bullets or missed attacks. Though he did hear some of the sonic attack, but not much of it since he wasn't the target... It hurt his audio receptors a bit though, that is when he notices the helicopters coming over the horizon. He motions to the femme beside him, she transforms, splitting up into a flock of mechanical birds. the birds fly high into the air, meanwhile the caped figure continues to watch.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 17:36:51 GMT
Staring down at the sparking mess of light and sound, flashing warnings suddenly appeared on his HUD, informing him that his shoulder joint was under extreme pressure. Holding fast despite the mounting force on his arm, the appendage groaned and eventually buckled under the force. With a sickening crunch the ball joint cracked just as the Autobot was flipping and transforming away, sparring the remainder of the joint. Quickly closing the many warnings about using that arm for any more strenuous activity, Soundwave turned and took a few steps back away from Jazz. Briefly looking over at his right shoulder as he rolled it, a popping sound ringing out as he did it, the dark blue mech returned his gaze to the, ''classic'' Autobot... He would have rolled his optics at the statement if he still processed the want for such acts, but, alas, he did not. So instead he just ignored the comment and pushed on.
Deciding for the time being that the use of his damaged arm was out of the question, he passed the handle of his mace across to his other hand as he took a stride towards the 'Bot. As he walked, he noticed the rather annoying Autobot was laying off using his weapon, some pathetic form of chivalry or was he planning something? Either way, Soundwave was going to counter it with his own ranged weapon. Connecting the ammo belt to the currently powered down chain-gun and filling it with a fresh set of lead, or the Cybertronian equivalent. Now calculating that he would be able to effectively deal with any under handed tricks attempted by Jazz, Soundwave closed the distance.
Taking one last step, the boxy mech turned into a blur of movement. The short distance between the two evaporated almost instantly as he pushed off from his last stride, dashing forward and twisting. Bringing the head of his mace at an upward angle towards Jazz's lower right side, aiming bat him away some. Landing to the right of him with a skid across the mud, kicking up grass and probably giving Knock Out a spark attack when he got onboard the Nemesis. Planting his pedals under him and ceasing the move, Soundwave quickly kept up the offence and ran forward. Stabbing the head of his mace towards the already damaged shoulder with a quick jut, he aimed the sharpened spike on it's top right at the opening, further scrambling the wiring should it hit. But that wasn't the main event. Like a fine dinner, his assault had three parts to it: A starter, main dish and desert. So far Jazz had tasted the starter, something designed to loosen him up for the big one. Which was happening right now!
Grabbing a hold with both hands, Soundwave span a full 360 to the right, bringing the mace into an over head swing. Using all the motors available to him, he aimed right for the helm as he swung. Wanting to crush that mech's head like a tin can.
Rising above a small crest and finally getting a visual of the small village, the two chopper pilots gasped at what they saw. When the report came in of giant fighting robots, the two of them didn't really take it seriously. Sure, there had been quite the number of asteroids hitting the planet's surface lately, but that was nothing to blame on an invasion of robots. Now with any thought of doubt in their mind gone, the two primed their weapons. Out of the four figures down there, two of them seemed more hostile than the rest, meaning they'd be the first targets. Acquiring a lock of the pair, a thumb hovered over that big red button for just a moment, before a panicked voice over the radio alerted him to a few threat. One of the aliens had... Split apart into birds?! The thought seemed so outlandish it didn't seem possible, but when he looked closer and noticed a small flock of birds headed towards them, he thought otherwise. Disengaging the lock and spinning up the auto-cannon, the pair began firing at the flock, sending high explosive shells through the air and into the birds at a rate equal to Soundwave's chain-gun, give or take a little less.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 18:37:50 GMT
Jazz had watched one of the mysterious pair turn into a flock of... birds? He didn't know if that was supposed to be some sort of nod off to Laserbeak, but Jazz didn't have the time or the ability to really think about that at the moment. Instead he had to focus on what was the immediate danger to him. That reminder came in the form of a strike to his side that he hadn't turned in time to pay mind to or even give a chance to avoid.
The hit to his lower side tore through the external covering and exposed the circuits underneath, some of which were also damaged as hinted by the sparks that flew out from the wound as torn wires hit the metal. The sting was enough and his pain receptors fed all sorts of warnings through his processor informing him of what he already knew. He managed to still hold onto his weapon, but that wasn't for much longer as the next attack came soon thereafter. Jazz felt, and saw, the spiked end of the mace tear into his already damaged shoulder which now rendered the attached arm almost completely useless, save for a transformation or two but lifting was impossible now. It was then that the blaster fell, bouncing off the ground and coming to a halt just out of arms reach for him. Jazz grabbed hold of what portion of the staff he could, just to almost guide it in a direction away from him as it was pulled out to where less damage was sustained. The Porsche stumbled, all sorts of red lights flashing before his optics as he finally dropped to a kneeling position as though in some form of surrender at Soundwave's pedes.
This wasn't over yet. Jazz understood enough to know how Soundwave worked. Part of that understanding was that Jazz would have to fight until his spark could no longer take it and expired or that he was rendered completely inoperable to do so. He glanced up towards Soundwave and spotted the mace being lifted over his helm and right away Jazz knew what the outcome of this would be. That strike would finish off his helm like melted metal and it would be over. Though, as he looked just past Soundwave and spotted the birds attacking the chopper, he knew that there was no way he could just lay back- or in this case, kneel- and allow it to just happen. He wasn't going to give up; not like this.
All Jazz did was stare up at his opponent... and smiled. Perhaps it was the sign that he knew that he was finished?
While Soundwave was stalled in the lift, Jazz shifted his right arm and a panel opened in the white boxed frame of his forearm. The servo tucked into that space and a grapple hook came out in place of it, complete with its own line and pulley. Jazz jerked that arm to the side and the grapple shot out, streaking through the air towards the treeline he had been using off and on since the battle settled in this location. Jazz stayed in place, waiting for the clear that connection had been made with something even though he didn't have time to waste.
Just as the mace was coming down upon him, the verified click and green notification gave him the all clear and the sound of the retracting metal cord came from the pulley system where his servo had been only a moment before. It gave him a good yank and he jerked to the side, just out from under Soundwave to quickly- and literally- pull out from under his nose. He passed by the fallen photon rifle and scooped it up, though barely given the damage to the rather mangled arm, as he was pulled towards the treeline, and the tree or trees for that matter, that his grapple had locked itself around. Though the act had saved him for the time being, Jazz did not escape completely unscathed, as he had taken too much time figuring out this escape plan and a connection HAD, in fact, been made. He flinched as he felt the mace hit the side of his pede, probably crushing the metal it connected it, but he didn't stop to inspect at that moment as he continued to be dragged along the ground away from his executioner at a rather decent speed. Thankfully that grapple was on his good arm, or else Jazz would have been hollering a good bit and may have lost the limb. THAT would have been something interesting to see the medics reattach.
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Post by Backbeat on Jan 1, 2015 18:40:38 GMT
The flock breaks formation, avoiding the auto gun fire with ease thanks to the bird's size and great speed. The birds circle the two helicopters and open fire with their machine guns.
Meanwhile on the ground, it seems the caped figure is debating whether to aid Soundwave or not...
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Slamming his mace down, Soundwave could see it in slow-motion. Jazz's head cracking all over, a large one appearing down the centre of his face plate, his visor and optics shattering before caving in around the morning star and flattening with the force of the strike. Sparks would spring out from the now exposed wiring, popping and crackling in the cool air. Processor chips would be turned to dust and emptied through the cracks in his helm before finally going limp, as he was taken offline... Or so Soundwave thought, instead all he saw was the Energon teeth grating against the Autobot's pedal, before burying itself in the dirt. Tracking the fast moving mech with his solid gaze, he stared towards the tree line as he disappeared into it, a flick of leaves falling as he went. A small hiss of coolent was vented from his vents, before Soundwave slowly turned his gaze back to his blue tinged mace. Straightening up, he gave a sharp tug on the handle to pull the weapon from it's dirt tomb. A small flick of the wrist later and the staff was decreasing in size, it's sharp teeth returning into their housings as his arm split open again. Placing it back in it's storage space, Soundwave closed his arm back up and turned towards the trees.
Simply staring at them for a moment or two, he glanced over at the cloaked figure, who seemed content with watching for the time being. It mattered little, the signal he was picking up from him wasn't that of an Autobot, so he could be put off until later. Returning his gaze to the trees, he set off towards them. Through all of the fighting and tactical thinking, he'd only just now realised how heavy his new armour was. After being so used to that protoform state, it was quite odd to have thick plates like these back on, not that it meant much for his opponents. Closing the distance rather quickly, Soundwave pushed through the undergrowth and entered the thick forest. By now the Autobot was probably running, or at least moving away from him. Thankfully he wouldn't have to worry about spending time tracking him through the use of foot prints or something, he had radar for that inquest. Flicking his gaze to that spot on his HUD, he quickly spotted the mech and changed direction.
But simply following him just wouldn't do, oh no, where was the point in following someone when you had a chain-gun ready to fire? Soundwave certainly saw no point in not doing so. With a small whirl of motors moving the large gun up and then forward, the eight barrels beside his head began spinning. Quickly lighting up with a continuous flash of light, hot lead was poured into the air, tearing through trees, bushes and anything in-between. Suppressing-fire was the goal right now, so aiming wasn't high on the list of things to do, meaning most of the rounds either hit a tree or went off in some random direction. But whether or not their hit anything useful wasn't a question, they did the job of forcing him to take cover, if he was smart, to avoid further damage even if he was in no real danger. Right now Jazz was probably scrambling for his life, terrified of being shot in the back or running into a tree, while Soundwave was... Striding casually through the forest, enjoying the sight of his bullets sending splintering wood into the air as the loud roar of his chain-gun rang in his audial. It was one of the few things he actually liked in life, beside terminating Autobots that is.
Meanwhile, the chopper pilots were fighting for their lives as alarms and warnings filled their vision. The glass between them and death was holding for now, but soon cracks began to form in it's reinforced surface and they began panicking. One of them, in an attempt to escape, pulled the ejector seat and shot out from the cockpit. The small charges exploded and the glass shield was thrown into the air, followed by a column of fire as the pilot was launched like a rocket out of his vehicle. However, in the storm of bullets he didn't last long, shredded like like paper in a tidal wave as he was ripped apart. His chopper followed suit, bursting into flames, quickly losing height and beginning to spin wildly as the many computers aboard were void of input. The remaining pilot looked on in a daze at the sight, terrified beyond sense as the full attention of the birds was cast onto him. In an attempt to survive, he pulled hard on the stick and was lurched forward as the aircraft angled back. Allowing the underside of the craft to now take most of the oncoming rounds, it would buy him a few more seconds but that was all it would do. Even that didn't last as the tail burst into flames, the rotor tearing from it's mountings and sheering off.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 20:48:34 GMT
Once Jazz was safely hidden amongst the trees he disengaged his grapple hook from the tree then started further into the forest to get away from the very edge, hoping for a bit of shelter where he could inspect and asset the level of damage that had been done. He kept his free servo on his side, protecting it from any tree branches that may try to strike it and possibly dislodge something, while the other kept clenched to the photon weapon which hung heavily at his side. After a short time of wandering he found himself a rather heavily shielded area amongst a cluster of trees where he flopped heavily onto the ground. He ran a basic diagnostic of his systems, trying to see if there was anything he could possibly do a field patch on, a sloppy one since he wasn't a trained medic, but at least minimal enough to get him through without further injury. It seemed that, as he feared, the open wound on his side did expose some wire works that lead to his T-cog and one or two of them had been severed, which meant that there was a possibility that side of him would not be able to transform should he need to get out of there on four wheels.
Then there was an explosion and Jazz looked up, seeing smoke in the sky overhead.
'Scrap!' Jazz thought to himself, gritting his denta. The humans had been under attack and Jazz hadn't been able to do anything for them. If Prime where around he would have surely scolded him for that, more than the Porsche already was to himself.
The Saboteur didn't have much time to muse on his situation for long. One of the warnings appearing on his visor was moving, a sort of tracker to indicate where particular signals were coming from. Jazz's visor was not only something for show, but acted as his field to pinpoint locations of both friend and foe, much in the same that way Soundwave was probably able to track him considering that the signal was getting too close for comfort and he swore that he heard the sounds of leaves crunching and branches breaking just off to the side.
No sooner had Jazz sworn to that then he heard the barrage of fire open up around him and he ducked down low just in time to dodge something from hitting him. Wood pieces splintered off and struck him on various areas of his frame, particularly the top portion of his vehicle mode and his shoulder wheels since they were the ones mostly exposed. He didn't say anything, just gritted his denta and narrowed his optics behind his visor. The signal was coming closer, though the sound of the approach was now lost to the sound of Soundwave's blasted gun. At least he didn't need audials. To avoid being seen right away Jazz was eventually forced to turn and move from his location, opposite from where Soundwave was coming from. He wasn't a fool and was well aware of what the Decepticon was doing. This way overhead firing was done on purpose, probably to flood him out or keep him down while trying to corral him around to where Soundwave wanted him. Jazz, however, wasn't going to give up and let himself be moved around like some trained animal or obedient slave.
Jazz adjusted the settings on the photon rifle in his servo as he moved, switching the dial and rerouting the concentration. Then he waited, finding himself a spot to crouch and wait as the gun fire continued. Jazz knew that he was being tracked- hunted- by the way the Decepticon was just following him about without any real apparent effort, so running was not an option, especially not with a damaged pede and possibly his T-cog. Running? Sure, Jazz may have done that once or twice when he was ordered to retreat or knew that the situation was out of his control, but it was never out of fear. Jazz had gone through enough fear in his youth to be over that now and he wasn't about to sink back into those dark times. Not now, not when he had already done the engaging in this fight and now he had to finish it one way or another. The gunfire concentration started to narrow out, indicating that Soundwave was near.
Just a bit more...
And there!
Jazz stood up and aimed his weapon the best he could. Was he going for Soundwave exactly? Not really, but at least enough to fire in front of him. The weapon let out a stream of fire from its barrel, lighting up the trees and brush in a blaze of fire around the Deception in order to force him back through the creation of a wall of flames. All the while that Soundwave had been chasing him around, Jazz had been strategically leading the 'Con safely away from human life and now he had little fear in unleashing such a blast. It was only after spending the round that Jazz then turned and started off away from Soundwave once again as he used the attack to gain some ground for himself.
Now one may think that his next move was foolish, but while Jazz had some sticky situations he had put himself into, he usually had an ace up his sleeve for getting himself out of it. This time he was back against the wall... and almost literally... since right in the direction he was running lead him away from the humans, but right towards the edge of this flat section of mountainside. He came to a skidding halt, kicking up brush as he did so, and looked down. Below was flat ground again and though this drop wasn't steep enough that it would actually offline him should he take it but it would do some damage that he wasn't looking forward to. Jazz didn't like this, but really it was the edge and there wasn't much of anywhere else for him to go except back towards Soundwave and the fire, or down.
Instead of facing this with his back turned, Jazz moved around and faced the direction he knew the Con was going to be coming from and braced himself, figuring that one way or another, down would be his only option.
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Post by Backbeat on Jan 1, 2015 20:48:55 GMT
The birds peel off of their attack and the unknown decepticon reforms mid air. The unknown femme throws a giant robot sized knife at the helicopter, or more specifically... the pilot.
On the ground, the caped figure lets out a laugh as he sees the first helicopter go down... then resumes watching the fight between Soundwave and Jazz.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 21:39:39 GMT
Gritting his teeth as he strained to hold the aircraft in a steady path, the sudden lack of birds and appearance of a large female looking robot in front of him caught his attention. Quickly he noticed she was doing something, reeling her arm back while holding a.... Emptying his lungs in a scream of terror, he tried dodging to the right but failed, the missing tail rotor was stopping him from leaning properly, meaning the knife that was now inches away from his chest was not going to miss. Feeling the full weight of something ten times bigger than him ramming into his chest for a split second, his vision went black as blood began seeping from the full body wound. Instantly the chopper went out of control, angling downward towards the ground and dropping height quickly. Thus ended the saga of two pilots trying to protect their home land...
Soundwave hardly believed his radar when the Autobot stopped moving, pressed up against a tree it seemed in an attempt to take cover. Carrying very little for the reason he was standing still, the mech continued firing around the tree, making sure he would stay where he was. Ceasing fire just as he was about to turn the corner and end this, his vision filled with the Autobot's white and black frame, but what attached his attention was what he was holding. From what he saw before everything went white, it was a gun of some sort which was glowing at the barrel. The reason for the glowing was lost on him at the time but seconds later, engulfed in bright orange flame and hurriedly using his servos to try and whip off the fire, he realised why. Hardly being one for stop, dropping and rolling, Soundwave instead continued to whip off the fire. His frame was certainly charred, thick black soot covering him from helm to pedal, but he remained mostly unharmed. The thing the flames had managed to do was cause him great pain, what else could he feel when the Energon within his veins was boiling?
After removing the last of the fires hugging his frame, he noticed the Autobot's little trick had set the forest on fire. Looking up at the burning to-be charcoal, he quickly stepped back in time to dodge a large piece of branch, burning and landing mere inches in front of him. Flicking his gaze up from the log at the disappearing form of Jazz up ahead, Soundwave stepped over the crackling flames and set off after the 'Bot. Using his shoulders as shields from the roaring flame nipping at his heels, the Decepticon crashed through the remaining under growth as the forest behind him was turned into a picture perfect Hell. Finding himself on an open plain, flat and free of any obstructions, Soundwave noticed Jazz waiting for him. taking a quick look behind him, it seemed the Autobot was resting on the edge of a small cliff face, was he trying to make this easy? It didn't matter, this had gone on long enough and he needed to regroup with the rest of the Decepticons.
Striding forward a couple steps to close the distance slightly, as well as avoid any falling trees behind him, the blackened mech halted. Then he simply stared at Jazz in silence, as if waiting for him to do something. Preparing to counter the attack that would never come, primed and ready to end whatever attempt at escape the 'Bot had in store. But then, out of no where, he spoke. Or rather, Jazz spoke...
talk to the manufacturer and give him your disappointed feedback,
Then, quick abruptly, Soundwave shot forward. Extending his left servo with an opened palm, the damaged and tired Autobot had no hope of dodging, lest he dive off the cliff himself. Cutting out the distance in a second flat, Jazz's view was suddenly turned pitch black as the servo of Soundwave wrapped around his face plate. Wasting no time for him to counter, a quick placement of his leg behind the Autobots ensured the sharp push from the grappled servo wasn't going to fail. Forcing him over, Jazz was now falling back, released by the hand almost as quickly as it was placed there. Sending him tumbling back, Soundwave simply watched as the Autobot plummeted towards the ground.
Now with that taken care off, he could move on and do something productive with his time. Turning away from the cliff edge, Soundwave looked over at the clear fields ahead of him. He spotted what seemed like a city a couple miles away, perhaps he could find a way off this island there? Striding forward, he quickly moved into a jog before transforming. Twisting around and shifting plates around in ways the Human body could never hope to do, the mass quickly changed into that of an armoured APC, turret proudly mounted on top where a gunner would normally be seated. Hitting the grass with spinning wheels, the charred hulk sped off towards the city, leaving whatever was left of the Autobot at the bottom of the cliff.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 22:21:10 GMT
Hearing his own voice being played back for him was eerie enough and Jazz's optics narrowed again as he studied Soundwave. Just what was the Decepticon up to? Well, that was answered soon enough as he saw him spring forward towards him at an unusually high rate of speed. He didn't have a chance to counter and couldn't react fast enough to fire on Soundwave before everything went black. He felt the servo around his faceplate, blocking his field of vision but sensors were going crazy indicating where Soundwave was. Of COURSE he already knew that though. Jazz brought his servo's up to grab at Soundwave's own, trying with little success to pull it away. His pedes were soon the next thing to be attacked as he felt the ground leave out from under them. Jazz jerked his helm, trying to get himself free from the tight grasp and at least do something to defend himself. At this point in the battle, however, he was in need of serious repair and he was at the edge of what was trouble for him.
When things became clear for him again he found himself staring now at the sky overhead as well as the ledge and up towards Soundwave. He was plummeting down the slope, probably to what would be his offlined state if he didn't do something to at least brace himself. He twisted his frame, ignoring as much of the pain in his sensors as he could, and he frantically reached out for the rocky side of the step drop he was now speeding through. It was desperate at this point, knowing even without looking that things would be rushed up towards him in no time and he didn't have a aerial form to save him.
'Gotta slow myself down. Come ON, Jazz!' he thought to himself. He was trying to think in this situation, and thankfully he was a bit faster in doing when survival was at stake. Once again Jazz raised his right arm outwards and the same panel as previous pulled back to switch his servo for the grapple hook. The aim was given high and a small recoil and blasting sound gave notice to the hook being launched. 'Primus, this better work or I'm gonna be in pieces!'
He had never tried to do it this way, at least not on some rickety slope like this with a prayer and an ounce of hope. His confidence was always there, however, something that never got taken away from him. He shut his optics tight, hearing various clinks as metal struck various parts of the rocky formation. He wasn't able to look but he still prayed silently to himself for something to smile upon him.
Sure enough, Primus must have had a weird sense of humor, because a sudden jerk of Jazz's arm indicated that the hook had latched onto something. Jazz, having had his optics shut and not paying attention, opened them just in time to smack right into the side of the cliff. He grumbled some and looked up at his hook that had wrapped around and snared itself on a protruding piece of the cliff. Jazz felt like his shoulder had been yanked out of its socked and held on by a circuit or two but at least he was still fairly operational. How far of a drop did he have left? Something told him not to look down, though, but since he wasn't afraid of heights he did so anyway...
"Ya gotta be kiddin' me..."
Barely over a hundred feet from the ground and on the slanted portion of the base of the cliff! He shook his helm and jerked his arm to release the hook from its place and he grabbed the rock beneath him to slow his decent down the 'slide' until his pedes finally touched ground. Sitting there, he let out a loud exvent and rubbed his shoulder- the one that had been shot, not the one he had yanked out- and stared at the deserted empty landscape ahead of him.
"Least Soundwave seems to be gone. Damn Con sure did a number on me. Speakin' of..." Jazz reached his servo to the side of his helm and opened up a line of communication line with Central Control on the Ark, hoping that someone was there to hear his message and pick up. At least when he was there there was one 'bot or another to pick up, or at least someone listening in on the emergency frequency, which he opened as well.
:: This is Jazz, come in. I... sort of made contact with the Enemy. Pretty bad shape. Gonna make sure it's all clear and I'll Ground Bridge in. ::
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