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Post by Taggon on Jul 15, 2015 3:44:37 GMT
Now the fun began. The femme tossed her grenade. It was an explosive, so it was already something worth trying to dodge. Chaff cleared his throat as he dived and rolled to the side, diagonally coming up to the right flank of the femme. Once he was back into a squatting position on the ground, Chaff heard the grenade explode, shooting little bits of flak through the air, living up to it's name. Some spikes from the explosion did indeed find their way on his arm, but Chaff already made his move. He was rather close to the femme now, and with his servos he had drawn two more grenade. These were the 'sticky' grenades, and Chaff let them hurtle through the air for the femme's side, where, if they made contact, they would connect to her exposed upper hip.
As if chance favored him that instant, Chaff's shoulder canons came online once more. Now loaded with another pair of his own regular grenades, Chaff let his canons fire three rounds each for the femme's legs. He intended to immobilize her this way, and considering he was still invisible, she would likely not see these coming. As for the roll? perhaps that made some small sound, but she would still be receiving lots of heavy fire to the legs--and if the sticky grenades did infact make contact with their assigned area, they would not explode. Not until Chaff triggered them in a specific way...
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Post by SectorSwitch on Jul 16, 2015 0:00:48 GMT
Feeling something stick to her hips the femme, use the blade to sever what ever was stuck to her hips, she cut a layer of armor, but not enough for energon to start leaking. Just as she was about to move, she felt her legs give out when something hit them, and found herself crashing to the ground. She drew her second pistol once more, and started firing bullets in the direction she assumed what ever flew at her came from.
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Post by Taggon on Jul 16, 2015 14:58:45 GMT
Upon employing her second pistol, Chaff just grinned behind his visor mask. He circled around her quietly, finding his attempts to blow her legs up successful. If she was paralyzed like this, then the tide of the battle was back in his favor. True, using grenade like this was predictable, however, where was the fun in the fight if it wasn't a challenge? Or just fun? His cloaking device did come in handy, as if was proving to. The random pistol shots fired from the femme's weapon hit the front of his armor several times, making distinct clanking noises. The plating at his front was still in good condition compared to his backside, so Chaff managed to get behind the femme once more, and continue over to her other flank so that a mere spin-around to the right wouldn't do the trick.
His pushing his own legs to their own physical capabilities, or at least it sure felt like it through the agony, Chaff scooped up one last grenade, sliding the pin off smoothly before hurtling it at the femme's back plating. it was an EMP grenade, something used to knock an opponent unconscious. With her legs neutralized, it would be rather difficult to dodge the radius-blast. Chaff hoped his over-confidence wouldn't lose him this little trick this time...but his cloak could only go on for so long before he began to become visible once more, thanks to it's battery.
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Post by SectorSwitch on Jul 17, 2015 5:02:14 GMT
The femme realized that fighting an enemy while trying to find them was difficult when trying to look for sings of where the enemy might be. She realized listening would be her best option. Closing her optics she would listen carefully, until she heard the faint sound of pedes behind her. Sector would then open her optics, muster as much strength from her legs as she could, and turned around. She would fire her pistols, but was unable to see the EMP Grenade, until it hit her. The bot then fell back with a loud thud.
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Post by Taggon on Jul 18, 2015 13:33:45 GMT
The pistol shots hit Chaff in the chest armor, making a few pieces chip of his chassis, but he could still stand, and that's what mattered when it came to fighting. Or at least in his view. Chaff watched the femme crumble before his EMP grenade. Blessed be the one who invented those. Chaff smiled to himself, wishing he had invented them. He invented quite a few things, but nothing so original and ingenious as the EMP grenade. Or a grenade for that matter. Such beautiful things they were. The plumes they made, the tides they could turn. Chaff turned on his radio, feeling a little victory dance coming on. 'I told you boys, Ya can't touch this!'Chaff did his best to groove some as he approached the femme, as his legs and body creaked; they required repair. 'Ya can't touch this.'The radio continued, before Chaff was right in front of the femme. He switched the radio off, allowing himself the pleasure of commencing dragging the femme by the arm away. He summoned a ground bridge with his com-link, praying it would be where he desired it to be located. it was to his own personal Quarters on the Nemesis, where the femme would be spending the next portion of her time alive. Soon enough, the portal which Chaff had summoned opened, granting the vehicon access the fore-said location, the femme in tow. ((Link to where I took you : transformersgalaxyrp.freeforums.net/thread/154/chaffs-quarters?page=11 ))
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Post by SectorSwitch on Jul 18, 2015 17:32:49 GMT
The femme was vulnerable, and couldn't stop the drone as he towed her to who knows where.
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Post by Sparkflare on Jul 20, 2016 21:00:00 GMT
CompassA sound, similar to thunder, came out of now where as a Shuttle seemingly teleported out of nowhere. Inside the shuttle there was Sparkflare, unconcious on the desktop. He came to as his optics opened uo and sat upright and let his helm fall back as far as his neck would allow it without any strain. The mech looked down at the desktop to see the ships diagnostics. The engines were in flames. A malfunction. "The hell just happened? WHY DID THEY MALFUNCTION!?"Sparkflare shouted in frustration as he got up off his seat swearing in an opposite rhythm from the alarm. The mech didn't have time to repair the cells, he was heading on a collsion course onto the planet below. Sparkflare made his way round for the door and pressed the single button. Sparkflare left it to open as he walked to the bridge and slammed the self-destruct button, hard enough so it shattered. Why there was a self-destruct button or why they existed was pointless to Sparkflare. But since the shuttle was going to crash anyway he might as well since it may be the only chance he'd get. Sparkflare then bolted towards the door and jumped as the shuttle blew up behind him. The mech went into free fall until he was near the ground were he positioned himself to land on his feet. When landing on the ground, Sparkflare crouched down and sprung up again almost instantly as he did a front flip to relieve the pressure from landing that far down. Sparkflare ex-vented as he looked up to see the small pieces of the now blown up shuttle fall after him. Sparkflare placed his servos on his hip, as he looked around. He was still on Earth. He could contact the Autobots, but he was exiled until further notice. He had to make camp. Sparkflare was still looking up so he noticed an explosion. It look like it was in Earth's orbit. Was... that second explosion his? Must've been why the engines malfunctioned and exploded. Sparkflare fell down onto his aft. Thinking about his luck. Just... wow.
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Post by Compass on Jul 21, 2016 4:54:55 GMT
Stingbuster didn't know how the Autobot missed her. She thought it might be good to sneak up on him, but her instincts told her no. They were right to, he'd sense her coming. This was a worthy prey. Sting fell back into the sand and began rolling until every visible part of her was covered in sand. Camouflage. Her chassis was covered in a light coat of dried energon, making it sticky. Sticky so the sand could attach. With sufficient camo to ease Sting's fear, she crept slowly on the ground, her boundful dexterity allowing her to remain virtually silent as she moved towards him. For once, she avoided any one-liners and simply fired a shotgun round at the lower part of his back, right where she had ripped it out before.
((Being sans-one liners is so liberating.))
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Post by Sparkflare on Jul 21, 2016 8:47:38 GMT
The rest of Sparkflare's body fell to the ground, but got up almost immediately due to his dexterity. If Stingbuster had noticed when she fired the shot, his lower back was more armoured that it previously once was. The mech brought out the concealed weaponry in his arms as he cracked his knuckles. He nearly didn't regconsie Stingbuster. All the sand. Oh well, he caught sight of her tracks. It wouldn't be so hard to find her if she decided to slink into the sand. The mech smirked
"I remember you. You tore out my back! How's your face by the way. I'd imagine you'd be still cold about it."
As soon as Sparkflare finished his sentence he jumped at her and swing his fist at the Predacon. If he missed, he could easily fire his gauntley blaster at her with the other hand. It's wouldn't come as a surpirse that since their last encounter Sparkflare's armour had been updated.
"Sorry about the pun. I could't resist."
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Post by Shatterbeam on Jul 21, 2016 18:58:39 GMT
Stingbuster stared at Sparkflare. He jumped up and swung at her, and Sting countered by leaping up and attempting to vault off of the mech's shoulders and into safety. Her shotgun spun and she grinned, turning to fire at him should she land. If she missed and the gauntlet blaster or punch hit her, she'd stagger a bit and attempt to slice at Sparkflare's midsection. Sting was a light-framed femme, though she had strength to spare, it usually wasn't as much as whoever she was fighting. She, albeit gladly, had to wear them down and deliver the finishing blow. And so she usually aimed for the chest or limbs, to disable them or make it a little harder to vent for a few seconds.
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Post by Sparkflare on Jul 21, 2016 21:18:05 GMT
"C'mon, Sparky. You're usually better than this. You're a Wrecker... Hold up, were you just sitting around here this whole time hoping me to appear out of the sky?"
Sparkflare said as Stingbuster jumped off his shoulder. He fired again at her, over and over, as she made her descend to the ground. The shots were bound to hit her at least once. Her shotgun shot hit his left shoulder. Due to physics, Sparkflare twisted his torso to his left as the shot connected. And by his reaction, he got out his grapple and fired it at her. Sparkflare's grapple was made out of energy, somehow, so it seem to appear outta nowhere. Not very fair for reaction times. Sparkflare then reeled Stingbuster in. Forcefully. When Stingbuster was close enough, Sparkflare would uses his left foot to kick her in the face.
This was a dare-devil move, as it could work out wonderfully for her needs as much as his.
"Cause if so; I feel sorry for you."
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Post by Compass on Jul 27, 2016 18:16:58 GMT
((sorry for the wait. Was working on a farm.))
Nah. I was waiting for someone to pick up my signal. Given a few minutes I woulda done something to lure you guys out. You're just a fantastic coincidence.
After a shot to the stomach, Stingbuster was lurched forward as a grapple hit her, and pulled her towards Sparkflare. As his foot came up and curled back to kick her, her claws came out and pointed towards the oncoming pede. Though she still would feel the full force of the blow, Sparkflare would likely get impaled on his pede. Regardless, Sting would reel back, not out of range to let go of the pede, if she succeeded.
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Post by Sparkflare on Jul 28, 2016 14:24:33 GMT
Sparkflare swore as his pede was ripped off. The mech fell but got himself up again. His foot stung in pain, even more when it was pressed onto the ground. At least it was still attached.
"If you're fighting me simply because of the whole Autobot vs Decepticon war, then stop. I'm not an Autobot anymore."
Sparkflare said, trying to pacify her. Probably to no avail but he had to try something. Today just simply wasn't his day. First malfunctioning qauntum engines and now this.
((Sorry for short post. Couldn't think of anything else.))
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Post by Compass on Jul 28, 2016 17:27:22 GMT
i couldn't care less about that. I'm here because I want to hurt someone. The decepticons grant that opportunity the most. I don't care who I fight, so long as I do.
Stingbuster steadied herself, and walked towards Sparkflare. She debated on whether or not to kill him. He put up good fights, better than most. But then again, she could get her revenge. She waited for his response before she made her final choice.
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Post by Sparkflare on Jul 29, 2016 19:05:28 GMT
I'm here because I want to hurt someone. Those words ran through Sparkflare's head multiple times. The mech gritted his teeth. Stingbuster shouldn't have said that. No more jokes.
"So the war is nothing more than a convenient exuse to inflict pain? While the scum like me suffer from unbearable guilt from what I have done? I was going to refrain from killing you after someone told me something about you! But now? Now I think that you deserve to be put down! You first."
Sparkflare tapped his chest with his right servo, inviting Stingbuster to make the first move as he smirked. Said servo was strange though, in fact there was something different about both of them, there seemed to be arches of electricity and fire formed around the clenched servos. Even the air around his mouth looked a bit distorted (from some possibly extreme heat) when he talked. Something was about to happen if Stingbuster was not careful.
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Post by Compass on Aug 11, 2016 6:26:53 GMT
You wanna put me down? Like some common animal?! Punks like you are why I want to hurt. You insolent aftholes make it so hard to keep me composure. But with you, I'm not gonna.
Stingbuster drew her whip, lashing repeatedly at him from a distance. The bladed tips could cause damage if Sparkflare was hit. She was rash, unpredictable. She was angry. Being a predacon, and one of the overly violent kind of predacon, her bloodlust was natural, and unavoidable. Sting's mind was long broken, with little help of restoration. Especially now that Sparkflare said that.
You wanna roll in your guilt, little mech? You're weak. You screw up, you move on. You don't weaken yourself by reminding yourself of what happened. Your mistake though, because now I get to exploit it and bury whatever is left of you with the rest.
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Post by Sparkflare on Aug 11, 2016 19:31:17 GMT
Sparkflare saw the whip and raised his arm to defend himself. The mech vented in as he beagn to walk, gaining enough speed to get into a jog, then into a run. His legs hurt from the running and his arms for defending the rest of his body. When close enough to the Predacon, Sparkflare reeled back and punched the femme with an uppercut.
"I just said I was gonna kill you for using the war as a convenient excuse to hurt people! I said nothing animals! Don't twist my words."
Sparkflare then followed with a left jab in quick succession. Even if Stingbuster avoided the uppercut, the jab would surely get her. It should also be noted that at any point, should Stingbuster touch Sparkflare, she'd find a searing pain from extreme heat.
"And you know what? I think you're weak! You live and forget. It proves you can't handle the guilt."
Sparkflare said as he knee'd Sting' in the abdomen and shortly followed up with a back-hand and a kick to the head.
"I was forged in Nyon. Everything was alright until Zeta came into power and drained the citizens of their energon! We rebelled and we were punished. We had no choice but to blow up Nyon to spare everyone from being recycled into Zeta's war machine. Something like that is hard to forget!"
Sparkflare continued to bring the punches and kicks. He was staying true to his word about wanting to offline the femme. And with one last punch, Sparkflare stopped as he vented, electrical fire now exiting his mouth as he did so. He looked down at Stingbuster, it wouldn't be surprising if she struggled to get up right away. Wrecker style combat. As Sparkflare waited for her to get up he continued, his servos still had the arches of fire and electricity forming around them.
"Only problem with your plan is that I already exploited it. I exploited it to motivate me. To make sure I stayed sick of watching things burn. You still have a chance to change you know. I'm only one move away from a 'Wam, bam, in the van!’ Don't make me use it."
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Post by Compass on Aug 12, 2016 3:36:05 GMT
Stingbuster indeed struggled to get up, her servos and legs shaking as she returned to a fighting position. He had a point. Sting did tend to push things like that off. But she also knew that dwelling on the past was just as bad. Her pride stopped her from surrendering to this mech, especially after what happened. There was one person in that base she'd leave the cons for. And that femme wasn't here. Her movements were lethargic, her optics swollen. Her small frame was shaking with pain, not fear. Her body was finished, doomed to lose. But her will held strong.
One 'boy I'll change my ways for, and you ain't her. So, if you wanna offline me, do so. Snuff me like everyone else you snuffed in Nyon.
Her body finally gave out, she collapsed to one knee, her grip loosening until her whip fell out of her servos. She looked to Sparkflare with a look of disgust in her face, her optics showing a mixture of fear and sadness.
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Post by Sparkflare on Aug 12, 2016 15:18:00 GMT
Sparkflare looked at Stingbuster as she got up Sparkflare stood where he was. The golden mech saw what he had done to her, she could barely stand. But as a precaution, the mech was still ready use his final card to finish any last attempt attack. Luckily for Stingbuster, she collapsed. Seeing the feeme on the ground, Sparkflare's body began to cool down. The fire and electricity that formed around his hands disappeared. He sighed.
"No. You don't deserve to take the easy way out."
Sparkflare said as he looked down at the Predacon femme as he began to think back after San Fransisco. He was being repaired by Shatterbeam and he powered off. The visor- that was once attached to his helm- had recorded the conversation Shatterbeam and Dashside had on Stingbuster. He made the connection that this "her" was Dashside. They must of been good friends if Stingbuster had engraved her commlink onto Dashside.
"Then why not change for their sake? Like a present or something. Besides, there might be more than one person who'd be happy to see you again."
Sparkflare sighed. He'd imagine Stingbuster would want to know why he was refusing to finish her off.
"I'm just sick of watching things burn. And I'm giving you a chance, Stingbuster, because noone else will. I suggest you make your choice wisely."
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Post by Shatterbeam on Aug 13, 2016 1:39:29 GMT
Sting didn't want to die. She wanted to see the others again. But mostly Dashside. Her brothers were less important. What mattered was that she survived. And that would be a direct result from swallowing her pride.
Alright. How do I start?
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