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Post by WheelSpin on Apr 15, 2017 22:44:34 GMT
WheelSpin waited a short while, expecting his opponent to show his helm at the top of the shaft, but once it was not to be he relaxed a little. Hie arm that had been a null ray before was now back to normal. He gripped at the cables with it glancing down. He couldn't climb up. His legs were perhaps still functional as were his arms, but the damage to the former was excessive enough that a climb up might have been too tiring for them.
He ran a quick scan of his vitals. There were a few cables that needed pinching as energon leaked from them, there was some damage that could be fixed, but needed attending to, once he was firmly on the ground. His weapons were fully functional, most of them anyway. He glanced up. He could hear the sounds of fighting. Perhaps it was better to not test his fate in climbing up just yet.
He glanced down and adjusted the grip a bit. His legs shifted around the cables allowing for a steady and controlled descend, while his arms did most of the work. He was curious. He couldn't lie. What did the cons find that they were so eager to defend. He was apprehensive as well. There was a fairly big probability that there were many more down here. He slowed his descend until he came to a stop. Then he rested. His paintjob was ruined. He cursed mentally diverting his attention from that to the final few metres.
When he dropped to the roof of the elevator and then descended from it, he stumbled. His right leg wasn't too steady. Before he could pay more attention to the injury he caught sight of the vehicon. He threw himself off to the right - great, more scratches, and ...better shut down the pain receptors for now, override, override,.. done -.
The shots fired at him barely missed to land harmlessly against the wall and the floor where he stood not but a few moments before. The stumble might have helped offset the aim of the 'drone' as well. He rolled as a few more shots were sent his way.
He shot back. One shot missed, another shot his the vehicon's firing arm. Both were fired with the null ray gun. He could see the weapon drop. He came to a halt only to fire again. This time it was his blaster. He wanted a quick, clean kill. The little bastard was fortunate though as he'd moved just as the shot was fired. Instead of his faceplate, the shot hit his shoulder. It was the same arm that had been disabled earlier.
While Wheelspin was getting up, the Vehicon turned. He seemed to be struggling. He staggered, and stumbled, but it was not towards the car frame. The Autobot got to his feet to fire at the vehicon again. It was a kill. A successful one. Clean and quick this time. And then it happened. He saw the mining laser at the very last moment and realised what the Vehicon had been trying to do.
"FRAG..." Was all he'd shouted before diving for the closest..well it was a hole. He twisted around to latch onto the lower ledge of the opening as explosions raved above. This took him out of harm's way. Mostly. But it also left him dangling again.
He looked down and stared in awe and apprehension.
There was a long drop...and yet, there it was. The city. Great, huge, fragging city with buildings much larger than what the organics would make. This is what the Decepticons had discovered, the lost city!
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Post by Shadowstrike on Apr 15, 2017 23:21:28 GMT
In the city below the remains of the original expedition force waited patiently even as the sounds of war raged above their heads. Till now though the sounds had been muffled, drowned out by the two miles worth of elevator shaft on top of the distance between the skyscraper they stood in and the ceiling of the city. That had changed though as with Wheelspin's arrival the explosion from the laser was followed with a resounding shockwave that shook the roof and sent fragments of dust and ash blowing straight into the thin opening, and creating impressive sight enshrouding everything within a hundred feet of the explosion.
If not for the smoke and it's overwhelming heat that shrouded everything in it's presence the Decepticon's may have spotted Wheelspin and taken an assuredly lethal shot. Instead they watched on unaware of the target in their range. At least all of them except Shadow-Strike who after a quick glance had already returned back to his conversation with his AI.
"How about Wheelspin then?" He asked, already choosing the mech he'd highlighted as the third dangerous after Sparkflare and Vating. Although he was well aware each of them could be just as deadly if not more so in different circumstances.
"Autobot Wheelspin has only recently arrived on planet, I wish to compile some further data based on other variations before it is possible to create a functional programme. As a warning in the meantime however security cameras has shown the mech to use a blinding technique on two occasions already during this assault. Your visor should however provide an adequate defence."
"Already active, Aura." Shadow-Strike accepted easily as his weapon continued to charge with a sinister hum.
"Assessing footage from Tokyo, Detroit and the Nemesis ambush. Preparing counter method for target."
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Post by WheelSpin on Apr 16, 2017 0:35:25 GMT
The cavern finally began to quiet down. WheelSpin didn't wait for the smoke to clear. He did not know whether the city below was guarded or not and did not want to risk being exposed where he could not easily defend himself. So back up the hole it was for him, stressing his already overstressed joints until he could roll on the scorched grounds of the cavern above. He looked around. The mining laser..was out of commission. There was very little that could be done to save it as there was very little left. It hadn't been dumb luck that this happened either. It had to have been planned.
He decided he was going to go by the worst possible scenario which meant assuming the worst. He walked up to the elevator shaft and glanced up. He aimed his blaster at the part that held the cable fixed to the ceiling. It took a few shots before the whole thing came crashing down.Dislodging the cable at the very base, he went on to pull it from the elevator extending it as far as its length would allow. He was already making calculations in his mind as to how much he had and how far he'd seen the ceiling be from the ground.
There were several sets of cables that could be joined together to make for a much longer one. His torch came out as he began to weld the material together, using metallic pieces to press and twist and interwine with the different ends of cable. He strengthened the joint sections as those would be the weakest points once this was finished.
He looked over towards where the scorched remains of the vehicon lay. "....well..." He knelt by the body bending over its chassis. With the torch a sizeable insignia of the Autobots was engraved onto the bot. Once done he hoisted the body up and dragged it to the hole. Leaving him there he walked to the far end of his new 'cable rope'. He secured that to what remained of the heavy machinery in the cavern.
He reached into his subspace. Vanity had some....benefits. There was probably no other bot who would have carried something of this sort with him. No, most would have gone back to base if they were damaged enough to need repairs and repaints. He...liked to carry a small container of paint around just in case. It wasn't anything that would cover his whole frame in a perfect finish, but it could help to an extent.
He turned towards the dead vehicon and smiled. "That'll have to do." The application of the colourful coat was quick. He needed the thing to appear as if it was at least slightly similar to himself. He did not even need to have it look like it was unharmed. Patches of paint would be enough to suggest the identity of the 'autobot'.
Stepping back from his work he nodded to himself. Well, it was time to test his theory. The 'fake WheelSpin' would take the leap and drop to the ground to 'explore' the city underneath. He pushed the body around till the legs were facing the hole. From there he slowly nudged him towards it until they began to dangle at the other end. He made him shift and move as though he was indeed trying to find the best way to drop.
Soon the arms were the only thing he was still holding onto. He adjusted their grip, trying to hold the dead weight for a little longer and then he released him. 'WheelSpin' was falling. The real one waited.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Apr 16, 2017 1:16:12 GMT
"Enemy catalogued." The feminine voice addressed as another Autobot was added to the assassins temporary files before the mech began turning his attention to the hole above, as the smoke continued to billow even with only a portion of his attention on the site it was easy to figure out the lone vehicon had found opposition. The fact an explosion had triggered and the vehicons own life signs where deactivated only further hammered in the fact as Shadow-Strike considered the likelihood that the explosion had been linked to the mining laser. It wasn't even worth a second thought as the damage synced up perfectly leaving only the question remaining on whether or not the enemies had survived.
Almost as if in response movement began to appear in the cloud, with the smoke dissipating to reveal a silhouette of a mech who hanged precariously on the edge of the hole. Though even then there was still too much fog to get a clear view. As for a moment in the blurry image, the expedition leader thought he saw a second person standing over the first, but before he could even blink behind his visor the second figure was gone like a ghost in the glimmer of the light. Before Shadow-Strike could be given a second to consider the potential sighting however the first figure dropped through the hole.
In a sign of trained precision each of the vehicons moved, their blasters raising with calculating precision from years of routine as they trailed the figure like a particularly risky aerialbot flying in for a bombing run. Their honed weapons each capable of taking out the falling body even as Shadow-Strike raised his servo in a closed fist. As despite the perfect chance each of them possessed their discipline held true even as the Decepticon assassin watched the fall stoically waiting for the enemy to land in their killzone.
With a cautious look, his visor adjusted his eyesight zooming in on the decoy's body mere seconds before impact with the rooftop. In less than a second he'd spotted how the paint capable of fooling at range failed to hide the vehicons figure, as well as the undertones of purple and silver that clashed with the slapdash effort. By the next second he'd realised the body was a corpse, with only it's original launch allowing it to plummet in a presentable manner. With the third his mind had reflected on the second figure he'd seen and how with the decoy's similarity to Wheelspin that the Autobot above was the original.
Then the corpse landed, it's pede's connecting first with the rooftop as the cybertronian structure buckled but didn't falter instead the vehicon frame cracked. It's slim legs snapping like twigs before the rest of the body continued onwards, crushing it with the force of it's own body dropping as from the waist down it became an unrecognisable mash of metals both from it's own frame and the roof. Then with a final sickening crack the figure stopped coming to a sudden stop with it's remains laid out while only Shadow-Strike's humming weapon to comment.
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Post by WheelSpin on Apr 16, 2017 1:44:30 GMT
WheelSpin hoped the distraction worked. If there was anyone down there to be distracted by it, that is. If there wasn't he used perfectly good paint, wasted it even, on the body of the enemy. Well, he did not wait too long. As soon as the vehicon would land, it was possible, that he would be recognised for what he was. A fake. He threw the cables through the hole and even before the amount he'd released would have had time to unravel and straighten within greater reach of the building, he jumped through along with it. The cables were slowing his descend down a bit by dragging across the ground, pushing against debris and forcing it out of the way as the length became tauter and tauter.
It was by no means a slow descend, but it was neither one as fast as the body that had fallen from the sky earlier. He wasn't aiming for the same building as the one the vehicon would crash into. He had picked a different one. It required some force and a considerable swing, but the cabling would provide that. He knew that by the time he reached the chosen building, he would still have collected some speed and that rather than land all 'heroic like' he would need to release the cable, drop and roll with the momentum.
It was a short time later that one of the vehicons happened to glance away from the falling body. It wasn't even that he intended to see whether there was anything coming down. Yet when he did, his aim had shifted. A few other vehicons reacted, following the example of the first. First shots were fired. The hesitance was not because they'd have not wanted to shoot their target. No, they were better trained than that. But it was that split decision which would make someone's cover and element of surprise lost because, well they'd make their existence in that city known. Never the less shots whizzed past the smaller bot. Some were coming dangerously close, while others may have miscalculated the speed of the descend, the arch of the fall, and the effect the cable would have on it all.
The length of the cable was coming to its end. It happened rather suddenly, but WheelSpin was ready for it. It didn't come a moment too soon either!
He used the force that had tried to yank him back upwards, then released his hold allowing himself to be hurled in the direction of the building he had chosen to cushion his fall. The roof was longer than the one the vehicon landed on, there was more glass to shatter and that was just about it. When he closed in on the roof he brought both his arms with the tougher glass forward. He continued in a roll then crashing through the windows. The cables swung away from the smaller Autobot. More glass to crash through.
He shielded his faceplates and optics as the force continued to force him into another spin, roll and crash.
When he finally came to a stop he was reminded of why he should have heeded Sparkflare's order to rest up. Anything that might not have felt sore earlier, certainly did now. Shutting down the pain signalizers, failed. He had gone through the glassy part of the roof and had managed to use some of the interior design of the highest floor to slow him down without too much damage. He slowly sat up.
"...Could've waited for the rest." He muttered to himself and then reached back to check one of his roof wings. ..Turning into a cabriolet. It would have been funny if it wasn't painful. But for the distance he had faired by far better than the vehicon.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Apr 19, 2017 13:30:33 GMT
Around Shadow-Strike blaster fire blared in the quiet city as the sky was set alight from the plasma trails of each of the vehicons weapons. Every shot that whipped past him into the air was traced and identified in their attempt to catch the reckless Autobot, who against all odds had survived narrowly missing any shot that would have sent him hurtling to the streets below as a smoking wreck. In a way it was almost impressive as Shadow-Strike kept his weapon lowered, cautiously holding onto his weapons charge even as he saw the chance of a critical attack vanish. The Autobot had been lucky.
With little less than a tilt of his head the mech began moving, his nucelon charge rifle rising up over his head to be placed behind his backplating even as it continued to charge. Behind him the vehicons who'd fired where already grouping up even as his long calm strides transformed into a frenzied rush before he leaped, crossing the gap he'd came across before to get a better view of the crash. The building was wrecked, without the power active to provide shielding, Wheelspin's body had shattered the fragile windows designed more for aesthetics that functionality against a war-torn race. As a result the entire room behind had been wrecked, crushed and battered almost like a bomb had went off as a trail of destruction followed Wheelspin's path through the tower. For an assassin like Shadow-Strike locating the mech wasn't even a challenge as he pointed towards the small frame that was only beginning to sit up. "Eliminate him."
With the command his squad moved, the vehicon selected to go through the fall first due to his position a seeker archetype was already transforming into altmode before he hurled forward. In seconds he was pouncing on the Autobot, plasma cannon blazing even as the rest followed behind him in robotmode, their weapons drowning the area in lethal barrage that was uncaring of if it hit it's target only that it allowed little chance to move. While behind them the Decepticon assassin watched on behind his blood red visor.
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Post by WheelSpin on Apr 19, 2017 19:07:55 GMT
WheelSpin dove behind the next wall that was not made of glass, but had furniture pressed up against it on the other side. He was still shaking glass from his frame. He did not wait to see what weapons would be trained on him or firing at him, nor how many vehicons decided to pursue him.
He already knew that there would be many and if he was wrong, there was no loss in getting somewhere that was safer than the exposed area he was in now. Any second spent in contemplation could mean his offlining. His servo was replaced by a gun. His null ray fired back at the first vehicon that showed his helm, while he moved forward, limping, jumping, rolling.
Once he managed to take cover in the next room sheltered by another wall he paused. He transformed a moment later. It was painful but it helped him move faster. Which he did. Down that room, into another hall and then towards the area that sectioned of, one taking him to the right of the building, another to the left, a third down to a lower level and the fourth to the roof. He barely made the turn, driving down. When he did the turn he released something clear that covered the track but seemed relatively harmless. If any of the vehicons chose to pursue him in vehicle form, they would be crashing. If they ran, they'd be slipping on the ground that was made to act as ice, and probably crashing as well.
He repeated the same in the next turn, down to the second level before leaving a set of marks of his wheels pointing in one direction. He initiated his electromagnetic cloak, transformed and moved in the opposite direction overlooking that section. He hid behind one of the larger architectural elements, something that looked like it was meant to store parts, or store something bigger, connected to what resembled a solid wall table with further drawers for possible storage.
He would wait and fire at anything that came past, the null ray being the option only because it would knock out the vehicons out of commission with the first shot.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Apr 19, 2017 20:14:38 GMT
At the front of the charge the first vehicon with his weapon firing barely had any chance to move as he banked suddenly to the right, at the moment of Wheelspin's retaliation, only for the nullray to hit his wing. Whether through luck or experience the attempt at a dodge was at least somewhat successful as the weapon caused his internal stabilisers to falter rather than stasis-locking him. Instead of a corpse blocking their route however the other vehicons had to deal with the vanguard as he rose uncertainly in his robot mode.
Their distraction was at least enough time for Wheelspin to move to the next room as the group followed after, rather than chasing Wheelspin in a wild chase however the mech's moved slowly with actions that spoke of meticulous care. Most people often forgot that vehicons where first and foremost built for war, and though their mass produced nature made them less durable in a one on one fight, they where ultimately trained warriors. As such as they moved forward the group of Vehcions never faltered upon the traps designed to interrupt a reckless chase, and neither did they rush past Wheelspin's spot.
Instead as they followed the Autobot through the numerous turns and twists the mech's found themselves eventually entering the room that the mech had decided to take his stand. Out of the group however none of them where specifically designed to spot a cloaked enemy, though due to the nature of such devices a sharp eye would be able of catching the distortions. A similar sharp eye that picked out the tyre track in what had been for the most part a trackless chase. The mech in question was the vehicon leader, a mech who stood slightly taller with a grey frame rather than the traditional purple tint. "We have a trail. Stick together. D-12 speed ahead, comm us if you find any other traps... otherwise assume the mech's here."
Elsewhere with a calm that was almost unnatural for a battlefield, Shadow-Strike stood listening to the orders coming in from his group as he stared at the skyscraper facing him. With calculating optics his attention lowered to the floors below him, his sharp processor already tracing a dozen ways to reach the area if a fight broke out.
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Post by WheelSpin on Apr 19, 2017 20:49:33 GMT
WheelSpin waited. He did not need to keep a constant visual to hear the vehicons move. When he did want to look he used his rear mirror, which was held in such a way that it still remained fairly concealed from where he was stationed. His spark signature could not be spotted now, which was good. If the vehicons would want to find him that way, they would think him as having descended to the next level already.
He heard the order as it was given, and literally made a note of who the voice belonged to, as that vehicon had to have had a higher standing than the others. That, or he was wrong and shooting him later would be for nought.
He waited to see if they would continue down the next ramp in search of him. His null ray remained at the ready although he had contemplated replacing it with the scatter blaster, which would dish out more harm from that position.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Apr 19, 2017 21:22:50 GMT
With just under a dozen soldiers searching through the room their was only one possible outcome even as the vehicons stuck to their own vision originally. Eventually though things began to change as the vehicon who was sent ahead reported back in. "There's no signs of traps across this path and motion sensors are detecting nothing further, they have to have stopped."
"Understood D-12, rendezvous at our coordinates." The commander stated as he glanced around the room, his visor's single line not giving any hint of where exactly he was looking. For a moment he seemed to be considering to move as his foot began straying back the path they had came from, that movement however was quickly aborted as he tilted his head before turning to his troops. "Seal up the room." He commanded.
If he had a face behind the mask the mech would have likely have smirked as the vehicons began moving to the exits preventing escape throughout any other method than a fight. "L-2 activate radar scanning, we're going to flush out the target now."
"Yes sir, activating now."
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Post by WheelSpin on Apr 20, 2017 0:32:46 GMT
WheelSpin remained motionless and waiting. Ironically enough the scan, once used, would not have shown anything in the room. No other spark that should have indicated the exact location of the Autobot. Nothing. The room if not the whole level appeared as empty as if the Autobot had gone to the next or the level after that. Perhaps he had played it that way. Reverse psychology. Giving a clear indicator that he'd gone somewhere, so as to make it just too obvious and thus make the vehicons think it was too good to be true, when in all reality it was not.
If that was in fact true then the car frame must have been continuing floor after floor further down, while the vehicons were busying themselves with the scanning and sealing of the room at that level. Would they waste more time on that level than necessary?
He'd have done a rather fine job of hiding but even if the vehicons had at some point moved on to search the rest of the building, he would not stay stationary. Rather he'd have waited for the first safe opportunity to move again. Change his hiding place for another, awaiting backup.
Through all that time of 'waiting for the others' he would continue masking his spark so that anybody scanning for the number of bots currently present would not have known that he too was there. This would have become an elaborate game of hide and seek, while because he was a short vehicle with a good amount of experience in the field of this he would use that experience to keep ahead of the game. If attacked he would have defended himself, shot back and then raced off again. In short, WS would have done his best to keep out of harm's way while keeping the vehicons busy, at least until the other bots arrived, then he would have as well explored the city a bit more.
(basically, just moving the character so your guys are free to interact once the Autobots arrive. For obvious reasons, WS can be skipped over then and you can imagine him having gone off somewhere in the city on his own once the other Autobots are here to wreck havoc.)
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Post by Sparkflare on Apr 30, 2017 21:11:07 GMT
short burst of a sharp, uncomfotable screech of metal echoed throughout the city. The source of the sound originated from the elevator shaft. It was clear that there was to be a second arrival on the way. Half way down the shaft, Sparkflare- with his grappling hook activated and both feet pressing against two parallel walls of the elevator shaft- was making a slow descent down the elevator shaft. Since Sparkflare had jumped straight down into the shaft, the screech must've been caused by Sparkflare activating his grappling hook to teather against a wall and then used his feets to forcefully stop his momentum asap.
After that, the rest of the journey would be much more stealth like as the mech moved each foot down at a time and the grapple was used as a safety net should Sparkflare lose balance and plummet down to the bottom. If Sparkflare where to fall down it was likely he would survive the impact of hitting the ground. Sparkflare knew that his break wasn't exactly as quiet as a mouse. Far from it actually. It was very likely that the screech echoed throughout the underground. If there was hostile forces below, they would go looking for the source of the noise.
Sparkflare continued on his descent down the elevator shaft. He soon found the roof of the elevator itself. The mech removed both feet from the walls and onto the roof. The grapple deactivated, allowing Sparkflare to form back his hand. The mech kneeled down as he examined it. Wheelspin was here. So was a vehicon. Both were gone, nothing he could do now to have helped. Sparkflare then jumped off of the roof of the elevator car and onto the cavern floor. Even though it was dark he still saw Wheelspin's tracks on the cavern floor.
Sparkflare followed but he soon noticed that the tracks had stopped. Sparkflare got onto his knees, stretched his arm out to try and feel what was infront of him. Nothing. The mech grimmaced as he decided to activate his visor, activating it's night vision functionality to see. Then mech's optics widened. Now that he could see properly, Sparkflare saw the city before him. But he could not believe the kind of city that lay before him. A Cybertronain city in the underground of the Earth.
- tl;dr Sparkflare made a noise that was heard through out the city, he got to the elevator, lowered it to the ground level and is hiding on the roof of the elevator, ready to shoot at anyone that decides to try and come up.
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Post by Astrinal on May 1, 2017 1:11:08 GMT
Since Astrinal did not have a grappling hook, it was safe to say that her means of getting down the elevator shaft was much slower. The infamous femme had activated her night visor to see through the dark tunnel. With the aid of the visor, she'd used two daggers to sink into the shaft walls. Her decent consisted of shallow stabbings, and jumps to either wall. In other words, it was like reverse rock climbing, only without the safety ropes.
It had taken Astrinal a minute longer than Sparkflare to reach the elevator ceiling. By then, he'd gotten to the cavern floor and was already laying down. She made her surprise approach, landing feet first in a crouch. It appeared Sparkflare was more prioritized on the interior of the hole, that he may have forgotten that some dangers lurked above.
Incase the mech decided to point his gun at her, Astrinal transformed her servo into a shotgun. It took less than a second, which hopefully gave her the upper hand. Astrinal's red optics looked over Sparkflare. "Don't move." Astrinal murmured the words quietly. Her voice wasn't threatening, but it was easily a warning tone. "While my gun says otherwise, I mean no harm."
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Post by Shadowstrike on May 3, 2017 18:37:09 GMT
Without any evidence to support Wheelspin was still in the room, the vehicon group was forced to consider that he might have escaped or never even paused in the room in the first place. It was a distressing thought since it meant an Autobot had escaped their grasps and was currently hidden within the vast city. For now though there was nothing they could actively do to take advantage of this knowledge as they instead began returning back to their commander, though notably more cautious than before as they checked for any signs of an ambush.
It was back on the top floor that the Decepticon assassin waited patiently. His jet black frame allowing him to blend in with the darkness of the city that was still without lights as he stared up towards the hole, and the sole source of natural light. If not for his own optics access to night vision even that would be near enough useless, with the rays of light barely penetrating the skyline where he stood never mind the pitch black streets below.
At that moment Shadow-Strike was alone with only the silence as his company. At least he was until sounds from Sparkflare's movements above echoed down into his position. They were almost startling in their defiance of the silence, and sounded only louder due to it as the mech raised his optics towards the hole.
For a moment it was tempting to head upwards, to learn what had created the noise but such an effort would be forcing him to move position possibly into an ambush. After all their was only one entrance into the city, and so there was no need to head towards the sound. After all whoever created it would come to him, and so he waited.
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Post by Sparkflare on May 4, 2017 22:59:36 GMT
Sparkflare's optics widened as he heard the voice behind him. Not because he was surprised that he was being sneaked up on. It was the voice. It sounded familiar. He recognised it. He remembered when he first heard it. It was before he left. Long before he left. Really long. Before Skyspray became Prime. The Feenixfire Prime days. Before Backbeat's attack on Washington. Astrinal! She was alive? He could've sworn that she died at some point. Sparkflare turned his head a little, just so he could confirm his suspicions. It looked quite like Astrinal from what he remembered from a year or so ago. But some things changed.
"Astrinal?"
Accomplices or not, Sparkflare wasn't going to take too kindly to having a gun pointed at his head. Currently, Sparkflare has five different forms of weaponry to choose from, his sixth was currently being rented out. The mech started to think quickly. If he deployed any weapnry at Astrinal, he'd surely receive a shot to the face by the time he'd be ready to fire. Perhaps a burnout was in order despite it being obviously suspicious with the rise of temperature, the flames and sparks forming around his hands, firey ventilation. Many pointers that would only alert Ast that Sparks had something up his sleeves which could lead to him getting shot anyways. Probably for the best if he got a short conversation going. At least make her lower the weapon.
"So... how's the sword? The one you mistook for a Cyber Key. Is it any good?"
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Post by Astrinal on May 8, 2017 23:30:40 GMT
Back in day when she was the intelligence commander, Astrinal had met many soldiers. There was the good, the bad, and the extremely annoying. However, over the course of countless missions, Astrinal remembered a few voices and faces. This mech, who clearly seemed to know her, was one of them. Astrinal had raised an optical ridge for a small second, trying to figure out who the mech was. However, when the mech mentioned something about a cyberkey, Astrinal's memories kicked in. A small enlightenment reached Astrinal's optics.
"For the love of primus, you've changed a bunch Sparkflare.." Astrinal stated lightly. The barrel of Astrinal's shotgun lowered a tiny bit. The heat in the room was getting higher, no doubt Sparkflare had something up her sleeve. At this point, Astrinal knew Sparkflare wouldnt do anything rash unless Astrinal struck first. "Oh? The sword? It's pretty good. A heck of a lot better than the piece of scrap I once had." Astrinal stated.
Astrinal's expression settled back into it's icy state, looking up the elevator shaft, and then to the city entrance. Astrinal's face was soon rendered into it's usual calculative state. "Sparkflare, you know me to have some ounces of dignity. So Im gonna form some kind of deal here." Astrinal began to state the facts of her current situation. "I came down here to see what's with all the large energon signals. Your here probably because Skyspray told you to. I'm only asking for you to look at my request from a logical side."
Astrinal moved her icy blue optics from the elevator shaft to make direct contact with Sparkflare. "If you and I team up for a while, I'll help you navigate and get through whatever the Decepticons got down here. In return, I need to be able to leave without Skyspray barking up my business. I dont want him knowing I'm alive. I also know he tends to deserters with his fists." Alas, Astrinal outstretched her servo downwards for Sparkflare to take. "What do you say? Wanna kick some decepticon skidplate like old times?"
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Post by Shadowstrike on May 9, 2017 20:52:42 GMT
Alone on the skyscraper, Shadow-Strike's world returned to an unnatural quiet for what should have been a hub city once upon a time. After the burst of thunderous sound created by Sparkflare's arrival above in the elevator shaft, the muffled sounds of the vehicons in the skyscrapper behind him and near unadible noises above seemed almost non-existent. The faux silence didn't last for long however as the mech edged his focus towards the ceiling until little else remained.
With his focus directed the Decepticon began removing the unnecessary sounds around him, advanced technologies easily removing the background sounds before he began raising the sensitivity of his own audio sensors. At first the increase was unnoticeable with no difference between the current level and the next increment. It didn't stay that way however as the audio began to sharpen picking up more sounds that where unnatural to the environment around him.
In less than twenty seconds since he began upgrading his hearing he'd reached the point where he could hear voices, allowing a whisper to come through as Shadow-Strike heard the name 'Astrinal'. Without even a movement to correspond to the action, Shadow-Strike's processor began directing programmes to identify the named user while he continued to listen. In the minuscule pause of the conversation between the two, the assassin had found the correct Astrinal an Autobot, or at least former Autobot who had became notorious for her black ops unit A-19. It was enough to increase her threat level in his mind as the Decepticon considered his backup connection for linked participants across his lives. Her success in other universal streams only confirmed his assessment as he began listening in again. She was dangerous.
So was he though, and with his attention on them he had an advantage. The mention of a sword wasn't particularly monumental information but it at least identified a potential threat as the mech began plotting counters to the two above.
With Astrinal naming Sparkflare it was only easier as Shadow-Strike began devoting his prediction programmes to the mech, they where too close now for him to dedicate time to upload an adequate file of the dangerous femme but his programmes where only a tool, an advantage to be used not a crutch. So instead he focused on ensuring he could gleam whatever useful information he could from the conversation above. The information of her desertion again wasn't a secret he couldn't have discovered otherwise, but it was useful none the less.
Now he just had to break their alliance. With the cameras on the entrance of the Decepticon outpost, the assassin had a suspicion that would be much easier soon enough. With a thoughtful expression behind his battlemask blood red optics stared patiently, the humm of the nucelon charge rifle ignored.
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Post by WheelSpin on May 16, 2017 18:04:04 GMT
WheelSpin relaxed. His plan had worked even if he had some doubt that it would. It was a good few minutes where where he waited not daring to move an inch, else he would get discovered. The vehicons began to leave. He waited motionless even after they all left and some time passed. He suspected that the might jump out all of a sudden when he thought it was safe.
This however had not happened and he could hear them ascend towards the top of the building. He leaned back slowly relaxing. He looked around. He heard the screech as well. There was something or someone coming down. If they were a friend they needed to be warned. If they were a foe...well it wouldn't really matter then, now would it?
He unloaded a good few acid pellets carefully without breaking the capsules into one of his servos. They would serve the purpose he needed them for along with some of the other ammunition he had. He filled the small containers he either found near him or mostly he had used for other purposes and he had them stored in his subspace. All the buffing, airbrushing, paintcans etc. equipment..well, it could also do its job. He needed a bang, a good boom.
Quickly he prepared another, same procedure, second support wall. He waited there, concealed and listening.
If the vehicons at the roof would not be approaching, he would continue again, targeting the next support wall, setting his charge down beside it. He'd connected them with the cabling that he found in the building. Good thing this was built not by humans, but by someone more advanced or else he would have been stuck with dirt and tile at best.
He limped to the nearest window briefly peering out. He was not too far from the ground or the other building. He levelled himself with the window on the other side and took a few steps then transformed. The cables were connected to a pair of metallic lines. Now all he needed to do was to complete the circle.
He didn't rev up the engine this time, opting to go as quietly as his engine would allow him.He just started off. When he reached the point of the two rods, they connected with his sides while he sent a discharge of energy through them. Usually this should have just served to change his colour to black but this time it was the 'signal' that was needed.
As he drove off into the first window, the explosions began. He flew through the air, hoping to land through the window of the next building and drive in as far in the same direction as the interior would allow him.
If successful the explosions would severely damage or weaken the main supporting walls of that floor, which would mean the building would began to sag into itself as the weaker walls would struggle to continue supporting the sudden displacement of weight. The noise would have to also be enough to alarm whoever was up top that the area below was not entirely safe and void of life.
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Post by Sparkflare on May 16, 2017 20:01:45 GMT
Sparkflare lightly chucked as Ast said that the mech had changed. On a physical level, he had changed, one could even say he was a completely different person. Mentally and personality wise, he was still changing. Something better than what Sparkflare once was.
"Yeah... I have. It was about time to grow up and accept the harsh truth of what I did many years ago. But that is good that your sword is doing good for you."
Sparkflare stated. As he got up off his front and to his feet. Astrinal would also find that Sparkflare was much taller now that he is standing up. The mech took a quick glance up at the elevator shaft. If Astrinal was able to sneak up on him, who's to say there wasn't anyone behind her. Sparkflare grimmaced. Not because there was someone up above, but there was the faded sound of gun fire. Skyspray must've arrived up on the surface. Sparkflare could've been able to have confirmed it if it wasn't for how low he was currently. A lot of interference blocking his signal with the world above. The mech looked back at Ast as she spoke. He wore a smirk on his face. He was just happy he could take someone out of his guilt box.
"Well, I'm only really only here because Vating spotted the energy signature as well. And I just so happen to have a few morals that I follow by."
At first, the possiblity of Skyspray's presence was fine to Sparkflare, but as Astrinal stated that Skyspray would not be happy to see her alive. The mech bit his lower lip a little. Sparkflare's perspective on Skyspray's possible appearance suddenly shifted. He then heard something down below in the city. Sounded like an explosion or something. It would make sense if there were Decepticons still down below. Maybe it was a something to try and scare off Sparkflare. But the mech wasn't going to leave, not until he found Wheelspin.
"Astrinal, I would love to team up with you. But, right now I think we should get moving if you are not wanting to meet up with Skyspray. I'm starting to hear an excessive amount of gunfire up above. I don't think I have to spell anything out when I say that."
Sparkflare said as he looked at down at the city entrance. It was pretty far down. The mech felt something within him. Like a voice was telling him to jump down. The mech vented in with gritted teeth as he was resisting the urge. It was rather tempting to just go full in. He couldn't remember the last time he did it. Probably back in Nyon when he running away from Autobot forces with stolen (or rather reclaimed) energon. He raised his right hand as it formed into his grapple and hook. A smirk broke out on Sparkflare's face. He gave into temptation.
"Sorry. I tried resisting, but I just gotta do this. Just... hold on tight."
Astrinal would most likely not know what Sparkflare was talking about. But she would find out anyways. With his left hand, Sparkflare grabbed Astrinal by the abdoman and flung her onto his back. Even if Astrinal was unable to get a secure grip on Sparkflare had her covered as he held her left forearm in his left hand. This was just to prevent her from falling down into the city below. After that, Sparkflare jumped into the the entrance, leaving the cavern and into the city. When Sparkflare could tell he was on the other side of the hole, the mech turned his body to face the ceiling of the enclosed city, aimed his grappling hook at the ceiling and fired it. The blue glow of the hard light cable shot out of the barrel up to the ceiling and tethered to the ceiling. As soon as the grapple tethered, the fall stopped. Personally he would've kept on going, but he had a passenger.
"Sorry."
Sparkflare said as he started to lower himself to the closest surface that was in reach. The grapple, while useful in many situations, there was one downside, there was a blue glow that came out of it as it was a hard light cable. It almost shined like a beacon within the dark. Sparkflare knew of this down side and tried his best to make the descent quicker to the cover of the skyscrapers before any Decepticons noticed a blue light in the sky.
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