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Post by RedOptics on Jan 3, 2015 6:45:55 GMT
Diamond and Halberd had emerged in what seemed to be a mountainous terrain. The larger femme looked around, hearing the ground bridge behind them close. The wind was strong up here as if it was the only waether patern, it was surprisingly cold too, but not enough to make them shiver.
"Where are we?" The spy con asked.
Diamond set to using her gps systems, "Ummmm... looks like we're in a place called Jasper in Canada. This must be the rough terrain of this world." The little blue femme stated, wanting to go back to base already.
"Alright then, can you at least triangulate the position of one of your friends?" Halberd looked down at her, purple optics calm.
"Half of them are far away, some I can't even be picked up." Her sister said, turning off her gps. Halberd's Decepticon signal was hidden from any opponments. But Diamond sent out a signal in need of an ally.
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Post by Vos on Jan 3, 2015 12:16:09 GMT
It was stormy that day, and as the wind began to blow the two femme's direction, the shadows of the clouds blotting out the sun did as well. The whistling of wind howled silently, and was carried throughout the rocky mountains, echoing and whispering it's way through the stone terrain. The trees started to rustle their leaves, and small droplets of water commenced falling from the sky after only five minutes. One would think the cold whether was beckoning a bad omen, but others would insist it was but a coincidence.
From the darkness behind the femmes silently and wordlessly crept an entity, who held himself with the ease and the the speed of something demon-like, and as he came with the whether, the being's black and grey form made itself present behind the two femmes. The faceless and emotionless figure crookedly eyed their backs for but a moment, examining them. They bore two separate signatures, yet they stood together, and regarded each other in such a way that the mech recognized friend hood.
The figure slithered his servo for his weapon, quietly loading a round of shots that were specifically meant for not only damage, but for corrupting sight. The spindly and crooked-looking figure aimed his pistol at the femmes from merely ten meters away, aiming for the femme who bore the Decepticon signature. If she was willing to be associating herself with the Autobots...she was already over the line of being a true Decepticon, and already she was close to desertion if she had not already. The figure pulled his trigger after a small calculated decision, aiming for the dead end of the neck so that the poison would be able to reach her sight sooner.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 3, 2015 14:49:42 GMT
((Psssst, you guys should RUNNNN XD))
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 3, 2015 16:57:26 GMT
(FFFFFFFFFF NEHH)
Halberd's wings shook, as if a chilling feeling went up her back. Something wasn't right. But before she had any time to react, there was a sharp feeling in her neck all of a sidden and she lurched forward, gasping. The only thing she saw was her own Energon in her servo before her sight started to blurr and finally give. Diamond yelped and kneeled beside her sister, fear and worry eminating from her light blue optics. She looked at Halberd's neck, then optics and gasped of horror, her purple optics were turning an almost white, signifying her blindness. She prayed to Primus that this could be irreverable.
"ANY AUTOBOT OUT THERE? PLEASE COME IN!" She called frantically through the Utobot emergency comm line.
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Post by Vos on Jan 4, 2015 1:02:44 GMT
((Hush, Astrinal.....hussssshhhhh.))
The figure's face still lacked in emotion, including mercy. The Decepticon femme who had fallen on the ground marked his first easy target, though the slender figure made no thoughts to thinking that he had achieved an early victory. As the other blue femme called out desperately, suddenly knowing what kind of danger she had just slipped into, the figure shot at her legs before he knelt down to touch the ex-Decepticon gently on her torso, before he activated his installed electrical shockers. The movement he ad performed was smooth and snake-like, as unnatural in how he moved quickly, yet hypnotically. The femme he touched would receive a terrible electrical shock, and would continue to receive this kind of pain until eh mech submitted himself to a thought of mercy, and let go.
The shots to the other femme's legs were also close, and would be meant to make her struggle to keep herself up, and also so she would eventually lose her sight as well as the poison got into her. The poison was temporary, but like the venom of a cobra, it would still hurt, and have brutal effect. The figure dug his servo which still touched the ex-Decepticon harshly into her torso, his slithery talon like servos gripping her so that the electrical surges would agonize her more...and more...the wraith wanted the femme to be knocked out the most painful way she could be.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 4, 2015 1:44:26 GMT
(;-; Help...)
"AHHHhhhhh-uhh...." Halberd's agonizing scream would die down as her purple optics started to dim. They looked at Vos with a heart-breaking plea as she closed them. Being that she was unconscious, she couldn't send any reassuring feelings to Diamond.
"Wait! Stop this! You wouldn't do this to an ally!" Diamond suddenly yelped. She was a good actor, or so her friends and teachers on Cybertron told her. "Please stop! She and I are on your side!" The femme fought the effects his weapon had given her, trying to stay alert for as long as she needed to. Somebody....
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Post by Vos on Jan 4, 2015 2:06:34 GMT
The figure let go of Halberd, retracting his servo from her chassis quietly so that he would no longer electrocute the red femme. The plea for mercy form the blue femme fell on deaf audio receptors, though the figure's helm spikes lifted when Diamond told him that they were Decepticons. The dark figure rose his helm so that his red optics would face the femme slowly, and then he would let out a low hissing noise.
They bore different signatures, and one was a Decepticon. The fallen femme before him was a traitor, and like all ghosts, the figure would not be tricked nor shooed away so easily. The pain for these two had only begun. The mech lifted the helm of Halberd, and then hefted her so that she was sitting up almost straight, and then he pointed his gun barrel at Halberd's temple, his slithery digit rest in just on the trigger. He leaned the knocked out femme against his knee, as he all of the sudden struck out his free arm, pointing a sharp finger directly at Diamond. "Drop weaponsssssss.....come closssser...." The figure said in a voice which was a low hiss. It was clear that if Daimond didn't, then her sister would be given a bullet to the processor. Or worse.
The figure have some mental debating on if this femme was for real--though he already had various proofs of what she really was before him, he was going to play a small game, and give a small opening for the femme to try something.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 4, 2015 2:18:37 GMT
Diamond tried her best to look intimidating, but instead hesitated before dropping the prints of her weapons so they could no longer be activated. Her icy optics bore through Vos's, coming closer slowly. Her insides were certainly shaken up but his mere speech, it was sinister. She hid her fear deep within her mind, but there was an ever so tiny trace of it that was clawing it's way out. Something told Diamond to pick up her weapon grids and take him on, but she suppressed the order inside herself that it wouldn't bother her. "What do you want...?" Her voice was so soft, it would be hard to hear as the wind carried it away. Being that she was related to the fallen Decepticon, she had the same plea in her optics, a plea that would let no bot forget her gaze.
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Post by Vos on Jan 4, 2015 2:37:38 GMT
The femme came closer, and did as she was told, like a good little bot. This only made the figure come to his final decision, and confirm his other suspicions. The femme's pleasing optics told him that she was desperately longing for the smallest amount of mercy. Mercy. That strange, and hopeless word. The femme had just walked into a trap sprung by the mech, and as she asked her question, the figure gave his answer.
He had slowly brought his arm back in a she approached, but when she was at last directly in front of him, optic to optic, he knew the all the story he needed to. The wraith-like black figure slammed his claw servo into her, squeezing his digits around her neck tightly, and activating his electrocution device immediately. He wanted her to be unconscious as well, or suffer pain that would end her ability to fight. he set the pulse to almost maximum, it was not fatal, but it would be effective. The figure's hollow red optics reflected the lights of the electrocution, as he gave the opposite of what the femme had wanted. He had calculated she was an Autobot, who else would risk themselves so nobly for a friend, and who else would have the insignia right on their form? It was simple logic, and now the femme would pay for lying to him, though not nearly as bad as her sister would pay for leaving the Decepticons.
Oh no. This femme would merely have nightmares of this moment, maybe, while her sister was sentenced to have a debate with him in his lab. Poor and foolish little femmes.
((GTG, sorry.))
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jan 4, 2015 2:49:42 GMT
((Backup has arrived... sorta xD ))
A groundbridge opened up a small bit from where the current combatants were duking it out and Skyspray stepped through. He had gotten a message that an autobot required assistance and then he would do his best to help. Whatever she might need help with.
After walking up a small hill he could clearly see the combatants in front of him. It looked like one was already down, possibly dead and another one was getting beat up pretty badly. Or his optics were fooling him. But what caught him to freeze was in fact the one doing the job of beating them up. It was someone he knew far too well.
UNCLE VOS! Step away from them. Now.
He shouted in old cybertronian. Now this was getting personal. He took his assault rifle from his back and began firing at Vos, keeping hold of the weapon with both servos for increased accuracy. He also fired around him in case Vos would try and dodge the shots. He also moved forwards slowly and made sure not to hit the femme that Vos currently played with.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 4, 2015 2:56:06 GMT
(Vos your so OP I'm jealous xD)
Diamond lurched backward as pain shot through her body. But her call to other Autobots had worked. As the last few bolts of electricity ran throughout the Cybertronian, she fell onto the stone, her optics more lost than ever before as the effect of blindness, then blackness overtook her processor. Unable to communicate with her sister like this, not asleep but in pain, she didn't know whether Primus had other plans for Halberd or not. And she sure had hoped not.
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Post by Vos on Jan 4, 2015 6:31:53 GMT
((I am not Op...I have hardly done a thing to prove I'm op...you hurt my feelings. Now I will force you to WEAR MY FAAAAAAAACE.))
Vos released the femme from his grip, and watched he clank to the ground, she had gone offline for now. Thanks to Stormgear's little gifts, Vos had an extra electrical trick up his sleeve. Now I know how Kaon feels...Vos mused, as he turned his attention back to the Ex-Decepticon, who was still knocked out cold. He was about to summon a ground bridge when he heard his name being yelled like a curse.
Vosses hind helm spikes lifted a little as someone addressed him in ancient Cybertronian, in a voice he knew all too well. It was his nephew, Skyspray. Vos snapped around to see the mech pulling the trigger of his rifle, and closing in steadily. As usual, his nephew came in to be the hero, but like all heroes, Skyspray had let his guard down to an extent which made Vos sense a weakness. The bullets indeed flew for Vos, and around him, Vos was hit by the rifle a few times in the chest, but thanks to his enforced armor the shots didn't kill, despite the pain they gave Vos. The sadist scientist was quick enough however to simply raise the body of the femme who was still leaning up against his knee armor, letting halberd 'kindly' take the shots for him. He had been hit about four times before he had down this, but his armor had served him well.
In the midst of this, Vos calculated yet another strategy. He sent request for a ground bridge through his com-line through a text message, since his slithery Cybertronian language was not computable by the crew of the Nemesis. He asked for one end of the bridge to be sent here...and the other to his personal quarters. it would take a moment for the message to register, and for the bridge to open, Vos would be ready. Still holding the femme up some, and backing away himself, Vos did not keep his optics on Skyspray's body entirely, but allowed himself to be almost entirely behind Halberd, and he watched Skyspray's legs. The femme was taking most of the shots for him, occasionally a stray bullet would hit his armor...but nothing too brutally serious that he could not take in, and deal with.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jan 4, 2015 7:00:14 GMT
Hmm.. a lot of shots had hit one of the femmes, which Vos had used as cover. It didn't bother him much though, since casualties always happened in a war. And the fact that he was an ex-con helped with the emotional coldness. It was a good move, but also very cheap. But that was how Vos played: Cheap and dirty. He couldn't say much else about himself though, a fact that he didn't try to hide. He stopped firing and fired an experimental grenade from the grenade launcer on his forearm. It was designed to send out an energy field which reacted differently to autobots and decepticons. Autobots were unaffected while the decepticons would feel their circuits a little less willing to do as they were told.
Uncle Vos, stop hiding behind others and man up to do the work yourself. Or are you scared that you might lose? I just want to bring the ones who requested help back to the autobot base.
He vented and continued walking forward. His face was covered by his battlemask and hus chainguns pointed straight forward and were ready to fire. He fired a couple of weaker grenades in an arc above Vos so that they landed behind him and gave Vos the option to block some of them with the body and get shot in the back or take the blasts for himself. What he had said earlier was true but he would be lying if he said that was the only reason. His uncle didn't hold the warmest spot in his spark but instead one of the darker ane more unpleasant spots. He would gladly rip out somee of his more wanted organs, like the T-cog, or maybe the vocal cords. He stopped for a second to send a comm before he continued his stride forward. He never took his optics off of Vos and Halberd even though he knew that Diamond was knocked out too. He could always call for more backup but that didn't seem like it was necessary right now.
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Post by Vos on Jan 4, 2015 12:35:13 GMT
((Here we go.))
"Desertion; unacceptable." Vos had been unable to see Skyspray launch the grenade, due to his current position, since he had used the femme as temporary cover. However, the DJD mech had learned in his twisted life how to use the most awkward situations to his advantage. The grenade was coming down behind him, though he didn't give it much notice. Instead Vos took the second option, instead of paying the grenade attention, Vos kept his servo on the femme's shoulder, and since he was in a knelt formation, it was a simple switch of his leg and then he could give a leap forward. Vos kept the femme close like a shield, she was light for a femme, but since he was not built for strength, and since the femme still had weight, he did not go nearly as far as he could.
The key move was using her as a shield though, and being able to scoot some few meters from the grenade before it went off. As this quick process was made, Vos had simultaneously outstretched his servo, aiming his hand gun at the Autobot's torso. The gun fired multiple times, using limited precision because of the fast move. However, Vos was a highly trained assassin like mech, who was meant to be deadly at close distances.
Meanwhile, the ground bridge began to erupt into being just in-between Skyspray and Vos. The mech had calculated somewhat, but the coordinates had been randomized. It would appear the ground bridge was directly in the ground, swirling, ready to be entered. Vos guessed that should his dive work, all it would take would be another shove for his prisoner to be in his quarters.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jan 4, 2015 13:14:52 GMT
It still didn't look like Vos had taken any real damage. The grenade had done some minor damage but noting that apparently stopped Vos. As Vos opened fire against him he avoided the first set of bullets but the last of them hit their mark. Due to Sky's heavy armor it didn't hurt much at all. but he wold still feel it when he woke up the next day.
As a groundbridge opened up between them, Sky realized that Vos made his escape. He could not allow that, not now, not here. He fired a set of grenades into the groundbridge so whatever was on the other side would have some issues.
You. Stay. Here.
He said as he shoved his fists together. Right after that, an energon barrier appeared around the groundbridge, preventing anyone from entering it. Now Vos was stuck here with Skyspray, unless he broke the barrier, but that would take some effort. Sky had entered the battle fully fuled and had an amount of energon that he could spend on doing these things. He kept approaching and now he pulled out his shotgun too. His chainguns began winding up and it was only a matter of time until the air would be full of bullets. He was not going to back down. The wounded bots needed him right now. But it maybe wasn't his best idea when he made Vos stay. Because he knew what Vos could do and it was not one of the things that were on his list of things-to-do-before-dying.
Vos. Always so quick to retreat. But not this time.
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Post by Vos on Jan 4, 2015 13:53:31 GMT
((I am so newb. XD))
Vos had been lunging towards Skyspray, and as the mech made his move, Vos learned the lesson within the seconds it happened that his nephew, as reckless as he could be, could occasionally think after all. Vos had shoved the femme for the ground bridge, though to his slight annoyance his nephew had fired shots and grenades into the ground bridge before hand, and had commenced and rapidly finished making an energon barrier. The femme almost fell through, her left ankle being caught in the field as she hung over the ground bridge. She had a possibility of taking more damage, but she was the least of the sadist's concern at the moment.
Vos slammed against the field, and was sent off course, and then fell to the ground, his graceful movement streak somewhat broken. Another incident which occurred was that the grenade went off, causing Vos to have some circuitry problems. The pulse would slow his reflexes, but not his mind, thanks to the experiment part. In the midst of all this, Vos was still amused by the moves. He still clutched his gun, which had about four more shots left in it. Vosses armor was pounded by the shots, and as bullets flew for him, he found it tricky to react. Vos was losing half of his chest armor endurance, leaving the second layer to take over.
"You want to play that way?" Vos asked, casual for how much pain he was experiencing. He let the miniature missile launchers which he had installed in his shoulder armor flip out, as he launched all eight, targeted for Skyspary's chest, thighs, and upper arms, each missile spiraling and whirling for their target. These specific missiles were filled with as much as nitro as Vos could manage to fit into them, and they also were specifically meant to take out layers of an enemies armor. Meanwhile, Vos did his best to take a fast spin around, which worked to an extent. More shots kept hitting him, but not as many since Skyspray's bullets had been aimed for one position. The pain to also move around like that after the brief stand-still was agonizing, but for someone who dealt such agony, Vos was more then prepared to take some. In mid-spin, he triggered another two handy gadgets. Two stick grenades were projected out of his back-pack, and as he came around from mid-spin, facing his nephew once more, he managed to catch one of these bombs, which was timed for five seconds.
The missiles were meant to act as a small distraction as well as an explosion initiator. Vos threw one grenade for the nearby energon barrier, while the other plopped on the ground. This one he kicked towards Skyspray as well. Not in the intention of getting him from the front though. Oh no, as the bomb ticked Vos let the grenade quickly roll in-between Skyspray's legs, and prepare for the end-of-five-secodn blow up behind the mech. There was just one problem now, and that was with his first grenade. While it had the probability of destroying the energon field, it would cause an impact when it blew up.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jan 4, 2015 17:08:20 GMT
Now this was fun. Vos actually fought back! And he did it with explosives, how foolish. Skyspray's armor was explosive resistant which made him not take as much damage from Vos' explosives. Sure, they did hurt him, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. The shots hit him and made him take a few steps back and left some of his armor smoking, along with parts falling off but he was still functional and so were his weapons. The grenade that had landed behind him sent him tumbling forwards but he did a couple of rolls and came back up on his pedes. There was a smaller hole in the back of his thighs and on his lower back, but it had not yet penetrated his armor. Then the grenade that was sent towards the energon barrier exploded which made Sky wince a little. That hurt a little more but he could not let the barrier collapse, not now. He pushed more of his energon into keeping the barrier up, but it also made him a little bit slower at the same time.
As I said Vos, You are not leaving right now. And I haven't started playing with you yet. But now... that will change.
He smirked behind his battlemask as he began spraying Vos with the chaingun bullets again. But at the same time he also flipped out his mini-rocket launchers from his shoulder, transformed his right servo into a SMG and took his LMG in his left servo. Then he fired a volley of eight mini-rockets at Vos while pulling the triggers on both his handheld weapons. The mini-rockets were also dumbfire rockets which meant that they only flew straight forward. And because he held his LMG in his left servo, the accuracy was very poor. It also needed to be held in both servos to be stable so right now, the recoil was a bit on the rough side. But when you have a lot of other guns that also were firing at your target, it didn't really matter that one of them was doing poorly. He tried not to show it, but keeping the barrier intact was in fact draining much on his power.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 5, 2015 1:13:04 GMT
--void-- wrong place to post, sorry.
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Post by Vos on Jan 5, 2015 1:16:20 GMT
The barrier had faltered enough that Halberd fell in nonetheless, but the ground bridge remained open. So that was one small victory in this battle. The impact on the field however, forced Vos to take an almost unbalanced step or two backwards, and it was then that Skyspray unreeled his guns, which made Vos want to mutter a curse in ancient Cybertronian. Bullets flew at him, but at least the distance had been increased some. Vos was diagonally to the left of the field, ever since he had stumbled into it, and then rolled away, and tried to blow it up. He was roughly in the same position, thusly giving him a small amount of room away from cover. Vos kept doing his best to ignore the pain, even though some of his own armor felt off, he knew he had weakened Sksypray to some extent. The field was taking some of Skyspray's concentration, since he was so desperate to keep Vos in the picture.
Thusly, as bullets were about to hit, Vos took a dive to the left, where he could use the field as cover and an advantage over his nephew. Bullets did hit his armor, boring through it's defenses of course, but Vos only knew what was no longer function after he hit the ground behind the field, and summer salted, landing on his feet. Vos spat out a small curse as energon leaked from his lower legs and feet, meaning that he was going to be running on spare reserves inevitably, but unfortunately he did not have very large ones. The rockets that had had extra anti-relfex blast exploded, Though Vos had tried his best to maneuver to the side of the field so that the impact and some of the chemicals would not get to him. In his view, he was getting slow enough already.
Now that he was behind the field however, if Skyspray was aiming for him, he would be taking down his own shield, ruining his concentrating to keep it up. However, if the filed did go down, then Vos would be just one step away from eschewing. Skyspray couldn't have that now could he? Thanks to the impulses and the previous impulses of anti-move chemicals, Vos slowly kept moving around the field until he was directly across from Skyspray. Vos tried to concentrate on mustering some energy for his next move, which would require some fast action. In the meantime, Vos experimentally slashed at the field with his other talon-like servo.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 5, 2015 3:58:48 GMT
Diamond's head slightly moved side to side as her optics slowly opened, her audio receptors adjusting to the sound of gunfire. Her optics shot open and she rolled onto her front, looking around. She saw two bots duking it out, and Halberd's limp body in what looked like a field. Her main priority was always family first. And so, leaping to her slightly damaged trods, she sprung towards the red figure. Shielding her faceplate from any stray bullets that would've possibly hit her.
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