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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jan 5, 2015 4:04:26 GMT
He vented as Vos changed his direction and ended up behind the field. This meant that he couldn't blast Vos to the same extent as before but if he believed that he was safe, he had to think again. Now, his grenade launchers were the weapons that were firing. The grenades were weaker than normal but since they went in an arc above the field and were able to hit Vos that way, that didn't matter. He didn't know what exactly to do with the field when Vos slashed it. The pain almost made him stop firing and try and clutch his spark but the almost was there for a reason. He went down on a knee, still firing the small explosives above the field.
Nice move. But I do wonder, why are you here alone? Wouldn't it be better for you if my father and the rest of the DJD helped you? Then you maybe wouldn't be as hurt as you are now. I can feel the energon leaking from you, I know that you are hurt. I'll give you one chance to surrender.
He then stomped the ground and turned the field into a shockwave of energon. The shockwave was meant to both hurt and to push away everything from the groundbridge. That was why Sky had gotten down on one knee, to make himself harder to move. He also noted that one of the femmes had woken up and tried to break through the field. Too bad for her that the shockwave would push her away. But the shockwave also went inwards which meant that it hit the groundbridge too. That could possibly mean that it would become unstable which meant that if Vos wanted to escape, he would have to hurry up.
With the field gone his chainguns began firing again. It wasn't very important if they hit or not, they were just suppressive fire. And it also seemed as he would have to speak with the femme. But without taking his optics away from Vos' direction.
You, stay back! You are already hurt. I can handle this. Do not get anywhere close him or the portal, do you understand?
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Post by Vos on Jan 5, 2015 13:05:25 GMT
Explosions began to rain down from the sky, and Vos knew this due to not only the loud banging noises erupting from Skyspray's barrels, but due to the fact that Vos was looking directly at the mech. Skyspary was never the melee type. Vos thought to himself, as he mustered what he could to evade the shots. Vos flung himself backwards, outstretching his servos so that they would latch onto the ground behind him, and then heft his form backwards, also using the shockwave to his advantage to keep pushing himself backwards. Vos then landed on his feet, making a painful and bleeding clank, but he managed to repeat the process three more times to avoid the grenades. Vosses legs bled energon to an extent were he was beginning to lose feeling in them.
It was then, that he figured he would release his own weapon back, despite the grenades which had hit him, causing more of his armor to be battered despite it's rough and tough design. Explosives were a deadly thing. By now Vos had ditched his smaller pistol which had been used to give his opponents a blinding sensation. Vos equipped another gun, but this time, as he snatched the blaster out of it's holster, it was clear Vos was using his heavy pistol, already fully loaded. Vos took aim and shot at the energon field multiple times just before Skyspray pulled it back, endeavoring to give his nephew more pain. After taking three shots, with more precision and care Vos fired for Skyspray's chinked armor, where it was more open; on his legs.
"I travel alone, my nephew, seeking more then just a few pretty-faced play dolls which I stumbled upon. I arrived for an Omega." Vos said, speaking in a small riddle. The green mech then began to open fire again, this time with his precious chain guns. "Now tell me what exactly you would do with me if I surrendered? Lock me up in a storage unit? Torture me a while? Decorate my time with moral speeches?" Vos kept firing himself, rolling around to the side on the ground, taking a stop, and then firing two shots as he did his best to evade the shots. He was still somewhat slow from the grenade anti-reflex shots, but it was wearing off fast as it went with some of his energon. Bullets still hit Vos alright though, but still, the mech relentlessly kept himself fighting since he showed no mercy, and expected none. He had also been inflicted worse by another mech before..so what were a few bullets?
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jan 5, 2015 13:48:09 GMT
This son of a glitch just wouldn't back down! It looked like Vos had yet another trick up his sleeve and it actually hurt. The shots had drained his energon level a little more and his instincts told him that it wasn't worth it. But he himself didn't thinknit would be necessary. Sure, his legs hurt like scrap right now since they were the primary target for Vos but that couldn't stop him. He also realized that he couldn't do much while Vos rolled around and dodged like a little monkey so he decided to take the battle much closer. He transformed into his tank mode and drove straight towards Vos, still firing from his chainguns. About half his ammo for them had been used now but he had plenty of them left.
As he got much closer to Vos, he transformed and stopped midways which revealed his turret mode. The chainguns were still there but he also had dual pulse cannons and a heavy grenade launcher mounted on it, as well as the mini-rocket launchers. He didn't intend to stay in his turret mode for long bit long enough to give his pulse cannons some work. They began firing a volley of blasts heading for the ground around Vos to let the spash of the shots damage him. Two mini-rockets were also fired but they were mostly as a distraction.
He trqnsformed into robot mode and took some steps closer, despite being shot at. Now they were in punching disance of each other and Sky launched a punch against Vos' stomach followed by a stomp against his pede. His chainguns was running out of ammo but now that they were this close, their remaining ammo would come to good use. But he also knew that Vos was deadly up close and clearly outmached him when it came to that. He just relied on his heavy armor to protect him from too much damage.
What i would do? Certainly not torture you, I'm not as cruel as you. Maybe place you in the brig. Besides, Stormgear might want to have a go at you..
The words were followed up by some more punches against his torso section as he kept Vos pede locked into place to try and keep him from running away.
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Post by Vos on Jan 5, 2015 14:47:26 GMT
Ah, Skyrpay, the ever trigger-happy, kill-you type. It confirmed his relation to Kaon. Vos watched as his nephew came straight for him, and bullets whizzed at Vos once more. This time Vos took a course of action which he had suspected his nephew had been leading up to. He took a leap, and then spun around so that his back armor would take the beating, and it did just that. Vos landed with another painful roll, but this time the roll was slowed. Not by the effects entirely though. Vos knew what was coming, and he made himself play the role of the victimized as he struggled to dodge or evade the bullets, and then once he was back in a crouch, and small holes sprayed his chassis even more.
It was then that his nephew came in, and Vos let his body be punched, and stepped on once again. The warrior would have winced at the pain, that was if he had a face. Unlike the targets he practiced on, Vos saw that the pain he was receiving was not getting any worse, and that there was another small light at the end of the tunnel which he had prepared for his most gracious combatant. Vos smashed to the floor, using his back plating for cover again as he landed on his stomach, and let his frame rattle as if it had almost nothing left in it.
"Sssstormgear." Vos hissed, loosening his grip on his gun as if he had nothing left in him at all, and the truth could be said for his feet, for the most part. "I-I...recall..." Vos then wrapped one talon servo around Skypray's ankle, and then used his now free arm to unsheathe a poison tipped blade, one which slowed the ventilation of his victim to a very critically slow level. The demon stabbed it into the wound which had had created, intending for the blade to go in all the way, while his other servo began to electrocute to the maximum level, which had the use of knocking his opponent out by giving his opponent hundreds of volts...not nearly as powerful as Kaon'sblast, but the small elemental's abilities came in handy.
"She gave me something, as I recall. Generous of her, don't you think?"
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jan 5, 2015 15:29:20 GMT
It wasn't like Vos to give up that easily. But maybe it was actually true, he had gone down for now. But of course he hadn't. He felt a sharp sting in his leg and saw a little blade sticking out of it. And to make things worse, it felt like he was back in Kaon's alt-mode again. Electricity flowed through his body and shorted a few circuts in him, but thanks to all his time spent in the chair, he had developed a small resistance against electricity. He could endure more without being knocked out, but it hurt like scrap still. His left arm was now unusable and his chainguns had ceased working, Great!
It also got hotter and hotter. He tried to cent but for some reason it wouldn't let him do it. He assumed that the blade had been covered in some form of poison which prevented him from releasing all the heat in his body. Now he had to act quickly before it would be too late. Being in close range had it's advantages and he was about to show it now. He had saved his shotgun for this moment and now he finally pulled it out and aimed it at Vos as he laid under him.
Yeah.... Very.. Now... My... Turn..
Oh great, now his voice box was about to stop functioning too. But that was of less importance right now. He aimed the shotgun against Vos again and this time he pulled the trigger. Not once, not twice but six times. Due to the close distance and the fact that Sky pressed Vos down it would be almost impossible to dodge it. "BLAAM" was the sound it made as each shot was fired. And they were also directed at the same spot on his back to maximize the damage. But it was getting heavy to do anything. His heat levels was going towards critical condition.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 5, 2015 16:07:25 GMT
(First time someone called my characters Pretty-faced play dolls ) Diamond wouldn't listen to Skyspray, instead she fell to her knees close to the portal, "Halberd...!" She gasped. Being that she was low on power since she never got to recharge, she was slowly being pulled into more of a forced recharge. She blamed everyone for a moment, but then remembered that this is her fault. Her fault for following Taggon through that ground bridge, her fault for following Grief, her fault for all this. Her fault, that Halberd was a Decepticon....
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Post by Vos on Jan 5, 2015 22:28:52 GMT
((Well, I could tell you that perhaps it might become a nickname..PFPD...))
Vos was enjoying how much pain he was giving his nephew, who had given Vos the small gap by coming close. Before Skyspray shot his shot gun, Vos ripped the barbed dagger out, so that Skyspray would experience more pain. Even if his nephew had experienced some electrical torture from his father Kaon, Vos was still using one servo, and the pain came from Skyspray's leg like a generator, spreading the pain through the mech's body.
It was then, the shotgun was pulled out, and shots were fired at Vos. It was all Vos could to to move his shoulder in the way so that his face wouldn't get blasted too much. He tried to put his shoulder infront of the barrel as best he could. This was going to hurt. The shot gun fired once, Vos clung to Skyspray using his free arm, the shotgun fired twice, and Vos began to loose feeling in his shouder, as it's armor chunks flew off in several directions. Thrice, and Vos no longer felt his arm, but kept it inlace, as energon dripped. Four, five times later Vos finally used his other servo to swipe the gun away, as he screeched in pain. The sound awful, truly something that someone would shut their audios to. Then arose, doing things rapidly now. First he slapped his talon servo which had the functional arm onto Skyspray's shoulder, and attempted a swift, harsh kneeing to the gut, twice. If that didn't work or stun him, Vos still swiped his usable servo back, equipping another poisoned knife, which, like some of his bullet's dealt with sight. His other servo had been the one bearing the previous poison tipped knife, so using the other servo was a breeze.
He stabbed and lashed rapidly at Skyspray's faceplate and neck, as to severely wound the mech, and also let the pisen seep into his energon levels and blind him. Meanwhile, Vosses other arm, which had had not used, hung limply, leaking energon badly as Vos made one last move; he attempted to dig his servo's around Skyspray's neck, and then let out maximum electrical pulse with the functional arm. Vos was receiving pain, and he was hurting intensely, but he still had it in him to retaliate, and the fact that vengeance and fierce one-to-one close range was on the line gave Vos a new level of vigor.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 5, 2015 22:34:21 GMT
'Diamond.' A voice sounded in the Autobot com-lines, for the designated Autobot, 'Do you read me? This is Corporal Taggon, I must request a status update on you rookie. I have not heard of you or your sister at all lately, and I need to know where you are so that I can discuss a few matters with you regarding what I saw and heard in Australia. After that, if you need to, you may have your rest, rookie.'
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 5, 2015 23:02:25 GMT
Diamond's helm perked up, 'Taggon, kinda in the middle of something her- agh!' The femme whimpered as a stray shot hit her newly patched up shoulder, 'Um, you wouldn't happen to be in the mood for a small rescue mission....' She asked wondered, getting up and thinking about going to help Skyspray.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 5, 2015 23:07:28 GMT
'I am on my way rookie. We have much to discuss when you are done.' Taggon replied, 'Now hang tight. I will arrive shortly. Over and out.' Taggon ended the com-line, thusly signaling it would be but a few minutes before he arrived. Hopefully.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jan 6, 2015 0:34:26 GMT
A Ground Bridge opened up - well, technically it was a Sky-Bridge, because a helicopter flew through it, scanning the area for the the signs of activity she'd been informed of while aboard the Nemesis.
"C'mon, Bounties, come out, come out, wherever you are," Hotwire muttered to herself.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jan 6, 2015 5:41:49 GMT
At least Vos wad getting hurt too, that was the only upside that Sky could see. He himself didn't fair very well either. As the blade was ripped out from his pede, he grunted and shifted it slightly. This fight maybe hadn't been such a good idea. Then Vos attempted to knee him in the gut.. that did hurt a lot and he bent forwards slightly. This was turning into a party to see who had the most endurance. And not only that but also a fight within the family.
As Vos slashed his second poisoned knife against his face and neck, he wasn't too worried. His battlemask would protect him from most of the damage. It was a little inspiration he had gotten from both Vos and Tarn since they both had unique faces. Right before Vos grabbed his neck, Sky fired a grenade from his knee at Vos just because he felt like doing it. His heat levels were approaching very critical levels and as the electrical shock came, it felt like his entire body was on fire. He really didn't want to fight anymore and was just about to give up when he started thinking about his family and Stormgear. They would surely miss him and at least one of them would probably be full of grief. He couldn't fail them now, that wasn't acceptable. The insight gave him newfound strength to fight back, even though it felt like he was going to break.
Now the circuits in his legs were completely fried which meant that he wouldn't be walking very much for some time. His vision was also slightly blurred but he could still see Vos. He used his functional right arm and grabbed the left equivalent on Vos and dragged it out, attempting to rip it off. Then he released his grip and shoved his fist with his servos pointing forwards into Vos' stomach area. What he was attempting niw was just to pull out some important stuff that existed inside a cybertronian and because he had done this multiple times as a kid, he knew where the most important stuff were. But his heat levels continued rising and Overheat would occur very soon. And because he was so focused on staying alive, he never noticed the helicopter.
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Post by Vos on Jan 6, 2015 13:33:15 GMT
((Oh boy. There goes the neighborhood.))
Vos was beginning to stoop down lower after the blows to pick up his heavy pistol with his free and functional servo, swooping his arm down with now his fast reflexes since the anti-reflex smoke had worn off for the most part by now. Vos caught the heavy pistol by the handle as he lifted it up, convinced that victory would ensue. The Sksyray grabbed his limp and un-functional arm, yanking it to try to rip it and other valuable parts from Vosses chassis.
The yank was effective, causing Vos to screech once again in pain as the loosely connected arm was nearly torn off, connected to his body by just a few cables now, which contained some of his energon and his needed parts if he wanted to work his arm. In blind pain and rage now, yet still somewhat calculated, Vos slammed the barrel of his weapon against the bottom of Skyspray's neck, just above the place where the armor met the neck, and he fired relentlessly with the blinding shots. These were meant to still poison Skyspray, yet they would still act as normal bullets, drilling through his neck and then posing out the other end. Vos then kneed harshly at Skyspray's abdomen again, giving it all he had left in his appedange, which he knew would owe function in merely a small amount of minutes. Energon still bled from it, and the last of his reserves was being spent to keep him on his feet, literally.
After firing approximately seven or so shots at Skyspray's neck area, Vos switched target's and pointed the heavy pistol at Skysprap's lesser guarded inner-side of his elbow joint, spending more of his ammunition and possibly the last bit on the arm which clasped his own almost non-functional one. Fall my nephew...Fall. Vos thought, not noticing Diamond or Hotwire at all.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jan 6, 2015 14:04:26 GMT
At least the arm came loose, that was something. But the joy that it brought didn't last for long. He felt the pistol against his neck rigth before the shots came. At that range they couldn't do anything but penetrate everything. Ot was one of the worst feelings he had ever felt and he fould feel the energon pouring out from the wound. What was even worse was that he was almost completely blind now. The poison had done its work and if his vocals would have worked, he would have cursed. Now he couldn't and that made him even more angry. The message that he would go into stasis very soon was ignored for now. He would not go down without a fight.
As his arm almost was broken, he dragged it back. But it didn't hold Vos' arm as he had thought, but Vos' T-cog. He had shoved his fist inside him before but it looked like he had payed no attention to it. Now he had to pay the price. The T-cog was also promptly crushed by his fist and if he could have laughed, he would. But with all his sustained damage, that wasn't possible. His heat levels were now critical and he could already feel his systems going haywire. He sent a pray that Primus would at least spare his family as he did his probably last move which was to use the last strength he had to throw himself at Vos, pushing them both onto the ground. His chest cannon flipped out and fired its last charges at Vos before everything went black. He wasn't quite offline yet, but he was on the edge.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 6, 2015 14:13:21 GMT
((Hello Hotwire. Say, um, a couple people, including me posted on the Price on their Heads thread you made a while back...mind checking it out and updating it please?)) --
Taggon rushed out into the open hatch of Aries Fist, as it flew above the mountains, still cloaked. Taggon looked down at the terrian which was not miles below him, but merely a few hundred feet. Stromgear, if you get us into any further trouble, so help me I will see to it you are given four weeks of patrolling the archive ground, and droid cleaning. Taggon thought, as he scowled down at the mountains beneath him. He gave a breath, the engineers had been told what to do, and that was that.
Taggon made sure everything was in piece, and then he dived off the edge of Aries Fist, beginning his two hundred foot fall. Taggon performed several flips before he thudded to the ground, now underneath the trees of the forest-clad mountain. Vehicons had survived long drops before, for when the Decepticons had showed themselves while still under Starscream's leadership, they had leaped off the Nemesis to capture an Autobot named Cliffjumper. Since Taggon was an Avacon, he was more then capable of performing thusly.
Taggon then stealthily navigated through the trees, maneuvering so that the life signatures displayed int eh corner of his visor would eventually be visual by his own optics. He at last reached a point where he was well concealed by his surroundings, and he was able to see the fight that was occurring between Skysrpay and Vos. The mech had come to close range with Vos, and despite the damage Vos had taken, Skyspray wasn't holding on much longer. Taggon just frowned. Daimond looked to be like she had been electrocuted, which did not make sense since kaon was not around. At least not yet. Taggon had his back against rock, so anyone who tried coming from behind would have to climb the mountain side and then jump down the drop to try to ambush him. Meanwhile, Taggon pulled out his trusty long-ranged assault rifle, which had the range which was just one step below that of a Nucleon Charge rifle. Taggon peeked onto the scope, taking full notice of his surroundings first. We have a Hotwire, and Vos for potential enemies. Taggon told himself.
The vehicon first took aim for the helicopter, whom he recognized as Hotwire. He bore an artificial spark life signature, meaning that she probably wouldn't pick his unique spark's signature up, since most scanners didn't know what an Immagron was. Taggon took aim for Hotwire's engine which the rotor spun above, and took two silenced shot at it. Taggon then pulled his attention to Vos. The irony of the situation was unite sharp, but the vehicon made a precision shot fire for Vosses explodes back-plating, directly where his pelvic girdle wrested. It was a shot meant to make the mech crumble to the ground.
'Stormgear. If you can hear me, vengeance is not the mission. We are here for our friends, not our enemies. Do not kill until I give the signal.' Taggon commanded to her through the A19 Strike Team com-link. As for Daimond, he left a simple message for;
'I am here rookie. Now keep the Helicopter above you occupied, and away from the trees.'
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Post by Vos on Jan 6, 2015 14:42:57 GMT
((GTG all after this post. Hopefully this won't turn into a giant battle...I think that was a bloody battle, even by DJD standards.))
Vos would be smiling right now if he had a face. Victory was a painful thing, however seeing his victim Sksypray so hopelessly begin to slip off, and fall, ahh, it made everything worth it. Again though, Skyspray reached for Vos, and to the mech's surprise crushed his T-cog. Vos was thunderstruck by the pain that followed, and then his nephew grabbed him and tried to get him to grind into the ground with him.
Vos struggled, trying to loosen himself, but one could not simply struggle with bleeding legs, a missing arm, a freshly broken T-cog, low energon reserves, and of course various badly placed bullets. The word 'darn' summed up all of Vosses emotions very well, and the mech found himself hit senseless again by Skyspray's chest energy canon. Vos tried to stay online, giving off hissing sounds. "nnnnnNNNNnnnOOoooooo." He said in ancient Cybertronian, the linguistic purist trying his best to keep his optics open, so to speak. A sniper shot then blasted Vos in the back, it had hit him where it counted; in the legs, paralyzing him. His vision blackened, and he held deathly still, as energon continued to leak from his body. It was clear that their had indeed been a victor by Decepticon gladiator standards, but interference had caused Vos as much trouble as Skyspray's weaponry. Vos still clung on to consciousness though.
'I want a ground brigde...sent in four vehicons to this location. Immediately." Vos texted to his Decepticon brethren through his com-link, knowing they would have to answer to their superior. He still laid still though, as if he was knocked out as much as Skysrpay was. Both Nephew and uncle joined each other in small rest, ironically 'hugging' one another after their feud. It was strange how a situation could make things look more forgiving then how unforgiving they had originally been.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jan 6, 2015 14:49:01 GMT
Hotwire spotted Vos. A member of the DJD, one of her more permanent contractors, fighting a Mark. Vos was super-creepy in the way he so rarely spoke, but who was she to pass aside money because a guy was a member of the DJD? Besides, those guys were hot, in a crazed, sadistic kind of way.
"DAMN!" she howled, swooping in. Too late to claim some cash?
Then the missile exploded to one side of her.
She spiralled rapidly to dodge it, and landed right next to Vos.
"Hello, Sir!" she told him cheerfully, "Looks like I got here just in time!"
It was absolutely obvious to all watching that she was employed by Vos - or perhaps more accurately, jobbed for the DJD. She scanned around for whoever it was who'd had the audacity to fire at her. Seriously, she'd only been scanning! Then she spotted Taggon.
"You, again?!" she snapped, recognising him from her database, "Well, let's get this party started!"
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 6, 2015 15:03:13 GMT
Stormgear had portalled not far from Vos and Skyspray, which it was about a half mile distance. Storm found herself above the fight, which Stormgear set up her sniper rifle and prepared to scope out Vos. In no time, she caught sight of the mech's helm, which she prepared to fire, until...
'Stormgear. If you can hear me, vengeance is not the mission. We are here for our friends, not our enemies. Do not kill until I give the signal.'
Taggon's voice rung in her good audical, which the little femme sent in her reply. 'Sky's down, do I have permission to somewhat immobilize Vos?' Her finger began to itch, which was abnormal for Storm. Sky was normally the trigger happy one, not herself. Did she want Vos to suffer that much? Maybe It was getting to her helm. But he has something that I want back. she thought. Severly.
'Taggon, I need to confront Vos, he has something of mine.' she added. 'And I really want it back'
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Post by Breech Loader on Jan 6, 2015 15:10:37 GMT
Unfortunately, Hotwire was standing next to Vos - not particuarly protectively, but with her weapon out. Stormgear hadn't met Hotwire yet; she knew nothing about the neutral rotorcraft femme currently drawing an EMP pistol.
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Post by Vos on Jan 6, 2015 23:09:34 GMT
Vos pretended that he was pretty much fried, and no longer able to move. Te truth was, he could move, just not much at all. He was trying to save up some of his strength. Why did Skyspray have to use so many explosives in this fight...yeesh. You'd think he would have learned to fight a whole lot better with more elegant weaponry. Not a Primus forsaken set of explosives and guns. Vos complained to himself, victory had been his still.
The cheerful voice of a bounty hunter rang in his audio receptor, as he heard her. Vos wanted to roll his optics heavily, but it was the fact that he had none, and the ones which he did have were fake. So he would just sit there, emotionless. He did not say a word to Hotwire, and just let her do her thing. If she did well, he would tip her off.
Meanwhile, another ground bridge opened and out came the four troops Vos had requested. The tenacious little mech was not going to simply let any Autobot pick him up to go wherever, but he would let the four troops take him back to base. Two picked him up by the arm and shoulder, and began to drag him to the open ground bridge by holding up his arm and shoulder on both his sides. The other two were more special-unit classed vehicons. The first had blue flame decals marking his entire body, and he had a glowing yellow visor, and had large flame-throwers on his fore-arms, which were attached to a late oak on his back. The vehicon thusly charged forward, deciding to take the blows for this femme first and deal some blows before hand, and make Hotwire's day easier. The vehicon outstretched his arms, and would release huge plumes of deep blue napalm, which all pointed and where meant to singe the living who out of Stormgear.
As for the second vehicon, he was armed with axes of all shapes and size, and was marked with scars painted over with yellow. The mech faced Daimond, as he unsheathed two medium sized throwing axes, and threw one of them at Diamond's shoulder blade, planning to chop off her arm's connection with her chest. The mech came in steadily as he did so, his other servo clasped around an Axe.
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