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Post by Breech Loader on Jun 13, 2017 22:33:06 GMT
Breech transformed into alt mode and took to the sky to avoid any ground conflict for the moment.
"Well, the job description 'mercenary' tends to suggest that my conscience and sense of decency have taken something of a back seat to my work ethics so... what've you got that pays? I accept cash, information, goods, services, and all major inter-stellar cards. I don't accept suicide missions though. So, I kill people, steal things, acquire information, demolish small bases... You got any dirty secrets you need covering up? I do those as well."
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Post by WheelSpin on Jun 15, 2017 20:59:05 GMT
Wheelspin limped to the shaft of the elevator. The elevator shaft was in a bad state yet the climb was still doable. In fact, with the debris sticking out in places and piling up in others it was doing perhaps the opposite of what the Decepticon had desired it would do. While it still required nimbleness and a lot of twisting and a small frame, it would suit WheelSpin perfectly. He would be able to reply on the grappling hook once he was out of most of the mess down at the base. Of course, he did not know that yet, only seeing as far as a few metres ahead. He did not waste time and proceeded to climb up the shaft, pulling himself under some of the twisted plating and stiff concrete like material. He heard the scraping and ignored it just pushing onward. The higher he got, the easier the progress was, the less of the crushed material was in his way. He had to face a rather tight squeeze a couple of times. and once or twice he'd chosen to use the acid pellets to melt away at the obstruction, to make the hole bigger. He had made sure not to tug or affect any of the parts that kept the others above in place. One wrong move and the whole thing could crush him and he'd be stuck. Another few shots of acid and he moved forward even if some of it transferred to his frame. He grit his denta and looked up. Two thirds of the shaft were scaled through. He didn't pause even if his systems demanded he should and his damaged leg seemed to be even less of support to the frame. There was a large block of what might once have been a wall, that was blocking most of the top part of the shaft. once he reached it he felt along the surface. He could not shift it , nor lift it. the material building the wall however was softer, easier to crumble and remove. His scatter blaster shot a few rounds into the wall. Smoke rose while tiny bits of rock and earth flew about. His optics glowed in the darkness. After a few rounds he could see light cast faintly into what felt like a tomb. He shot some more and was fortunate to find that the area had not been covered by much else. The fallen wall had formed a sort of a 'bunker' of its own, supporting several sides and making a pocket of air and space. He pulled himself up and then through the hole. He studied the damage his frame sustained, if only for a moment and pinched one of the cables that had been leaking Energon. It must have snagged on something on the way up. The devastation witnessed above was impressive. But even that did not keep his attention for more than the time that it took for him to decide on the best direction to take. He climbed over piles that once perhaps represented the walls of something somewhat grander, testing his comm every moment he could. It did not work when he tried it in the cavern, nor in the shaft, nor at the top. It took a short while longer until the static was gone and he was out of range of the jammers that had stopped their communication earlier. :: Skyspray (Aquahaze) Prime. Soldier Wheelspin reporting. Sparkflare Maximus is alive and currently in the city we discovered under ground, location: Kalahari desert. He is currently engaged in a fight with Backbeat, and is in need of assistance.:: He paused and then played out Sparkflare's own words given to him :: This is a Cybertronian city. It has materials that the Autobot could use for whatever. :: He returned it to his own voice ::We need backup immediately.::
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jun 17, 2017 9:54:57 GMT
:: Well then, Wheelspin, why are you not helping him? Currently I don't have the means of helping you, but I'll see if I can find something, just don't count on it. If you feel you can't make it, make it back to base. One dead bot is better than two. ::
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Post by WheelSpin on Jun 17, 2017 10:44:16 GMT
WheelSpin bit back a retort. He had been ordered to report back to the Prime, had he chosen not to do so, the charge would have been of him disobeying his superior officer. He turned back towards the direction from which he came, gave a quick glance at his damaged frame, checked his Energon levels and stats only to shut the report mid way. He didn't need to know how bad it was.
:: Yes, sir. Sparkflare Maximus will return to base. We'll need to have a ground bridge at the ready when.... we get out. You have the coordinates. :: He didn't say if, even if that was a probability as well. He began to limp back, making haste again ignoring the sound of damaged plating every time pressure was transferred to the damaged limb. It went a little quicker now that he had already scaled the debris and knew where he could place his pedes without the fear that everything would give under him. He allowed himself to slide down one relatively intact slab that might once have been a wall and continued once on the other side.
It did not take him long to be back at the shaft. Only now he was calculating the size that would need to follow up next he climbed the same section again. Sparkflare was larger than him although fortunately quite as nible and lean rather than bulky. The hole needed to be broadened just a bit to allow him through. A combination of acid - he did need to check his reserves for how much he could waste if he still wanted to use anything for the fight down below - and his blow torch, widened the section cutting and melting away the obstruction where needed.
He slid in more easily this time exventing as he judged each section he was passing for whether Sparkflare would fit or not. There were a couple sections where the fit would be really tight. Twice he had to stop to begin carefully removing parts of the slabs and shifting them so that instead of obstructing, they offered additional support to the sections above. He shut down any of the systems not directly needed to conserve energy, allowing only a dull light to help him while he worked. He broke off a remaining section of his roof that stood twisted at his back. It kept on snagging and served no other purpose any more.
The gravity of the situation was brushed away by a simple mutter and a laugh. "If I was meant to be a digger, i'd have been made one. This is ridi....." He grew silent as the next section of this precarious puzzle business demanded his full attention. With a shift it felt for a moment as if everything would crumble down at last but after a moment of tense silence the slabs and debris remained relatively in place. "...Ok Sparks, you better not be dead when I get back there. because i did not 'build' this blasted construction for your big aft for you to kick it down there!" He did not expect anyone to answer, it was just said to dispel some tension of being precariously close to being crushed under all the rubble. Saying he built anything was a bit of an overstatement. Never the less he'd reinforced sections, broadened others and that did count for something.
He was finally at the bottom and crawling out from under the last bit of rubble and wall. If before he had any semblance of a flashy bot, he looked like he had gone through a couple of pressing machines, a load full of dirt and sand, dust and who knows what. Where energon had leaked dirt had stuck, leaving off colour streaks behind. Pieces that had been stuck in his chassis were broken off now, some of the holes made a little bigger with the strain applied to them.
He limped towards the hole, studying the ceiling of the cavern for a moment, the section right above the exit/entrance. It was still supporting the weight but clearly weakened by what had been happening above. A few good shots and some additional abuse and it could collapse fully. He left that as a mental note for when he had Sparkflare out. He leaned forward to see what happened since he was away following orders.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jun 19, 2017 10:21:21 GMT
Breech calls in on Skyspray.
"Sounds to me like there's a guy trapped down there. How much is he worth to you? I'll bring him out. Fee on pick-up."
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 2, 2017 12:48:25 GMT
Breech doesn't get the call, and leaves the desert, heading away.
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