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Post by RedOptics on Dec 30, 2017 0:06:55 GMT
”Hm, being honest I personally wouldn’t bother with shorties such as these. Now, since I’m here, there should be some work being done, and if Wheelspin here has already given the two of you orders, you’re to follow them as he is of higher rank than you.” She loomed over them, her ruby optics narrowing on them. Her wings twitched, holding high as she inspected them. They could be useful, but didn’t seem to be as such mentally. Trouble makers. Her favorite to bug. ”If not, we are entitled to carry cuffs on us at all times for cases such as these. And you wouldn’t be the first to disobey. The question is if you can make up for it quickly enoughso our patience doesn’t wear thin.” Through all of this, her voice was... eerily calm.
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 30, 2017 0:15:22 GMT
Wheelspin nodded at Diamond's words. He did want to say something about 'shorties' having a place on the battlefield, but decided against it. They were shorter even than himself and he was not considered an average height by most. He was a car frame though, so the height was rather expected. With the fliers, being short was... considered to be near miniscule.
He folded his arms and watched the pair patiently, curious about what they would do now that Diamond had spoken. To reinforce the other sergeant's words he began to reach into his subspace, as if with intent to take the cuffs out, should their response be of the unwanted sort. His engine rumbled a bit louder, to urge them to make haste with their answer.
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 30, 2017 2:03:21 GMT
"G-get away."
Backdraft seemed scared. More so than would be normal. His optics were dim, like he was seeing something that wasn't there.
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Post by RedOptics on Dec 30, 2017 3:26:25 GMT
Diamond then put on a thoughtful look, stroking her chin in thought, ”On second thought, I’m in a rather good mood today. So personally I’ll spare you the trouble if you’re willing to comply.” She shrugged, putting her servos on her hips, talons sparking as static connected through contact. The mech seemed off, frightened even, and even she could feel the vibes. It made her listen, her audials twitching at every little noise in an attempt to hear something.
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 30, 2017 3:30:57 GMT
Backdraft jolted at the sparks, his shaking worsening.
Skyflare's biolights began to flicker to life as he groaned.
"Now I remember why I hate medics..."
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 30, 2017 8:25:59 GMT
"You're taking too long. Wasting the time of not one but two sergeants." Wheelspin would have liked to return to his job, which was to make sure the actual enemy did not sneak up on them and not, having to prevent a literal party house being sprung up with all the lights in question.
"Go back with sergeant Diamond." He indicated the femme flier. "You've clearly proved your unwillingness to cooperate here, follow orders and thus you are a liability, endangering the lives of all currently stationed at this post. We don't need to sparksit you."
Of course neither did Diamond, but he had faith in the femme that if she would take them back to base, they'd actually end up there. If not by sheer intimidation factor, that she had bestowed on them and made them tremble, than by her actual physical ability.
His smirk was smug as he added. "I will be sure to remember this next either of you need repairs." He said, oh so sweetly and mildly.
He did notice the reaction of all the trembling and the like, it was only that he did not care about it. The 'tough talk' was over. If they were unwilling and unable to comply, let alone report in as per protocol, on their arrival, they had no place so close to the conflict. They could have been shot as a hostile, and they were lucky that they had been recognised as one of their own. Had it been a 'shoot first, ask questions later', Prime would have been receiving spare parts about now. He studied his clawed digits again, one nullray being replaced by his servo, the other still ready should it be needed.
He listened in to the comm reports, his shoulder armour lowering a bit as he relaxed a margin. The lights had apparently not yet attracted anyone. :: Keep on the lookout.:: He sent back to the autodrones via the private comm.
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 30, 2017 16:27:08 GMT
Skyflare jumped up when he saw the femme.
"Turn that off before he has a spark attack!!"
He stepped between his brother and Diamond, blocking her from his sight.
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Post by RedOptics on Dec 30, 2017 16:55:53 GMT
Dia rolled her optics, ”I swear, you two are worse than my sparkling.” She grumbled, looking around, ”Come on then, quit being wimps and follow me back, unless you want the Prime to hear about this.” She then looked at Skyflare.
What this?” Electrically energy coiled through her arm, creating a spark of energy at the tip of her claw, ”Hate to break it to ya, but I can’t. Besides, it’s only harmful if I want it to be.”She mumbled, clearly already tired of the two.
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Post by Tarnation on Dec 30, 2017 17:27:23 GMT
Far away, the ship were flying in. It was flying low as to not get caught in the rust storms currently brewing and to avoid any potential radar systems warning any autobots in the area. He wasn't interested in the autobots though, no he was after the little traitor who was hiding in the area. He wouldn't shy away from killing any autobots in his path though. The dark figure was silently sitting in the pilot seat, trying get vision on the target, but all he could see was rust. Rust and dirt and... a group of buildings. Interesting, the signal seemed to originate from there too. That, and along with other signals.. Autobots. Great.
He began to lower the ship to ground level, to avoid the rust and to allow him to exit and go outside. Just to prepare them for his arrival, and to hopefully make his job easier, he sent out a comm on a short-range open frequency. :: "Greetings, Autobots. It has come to my attention that there is a traitor to the Decepticon Cause hiding in those buildings. I expect you to turn him over to me and nobody else will get hurt. You have 10 minutes." :: The tone was chilling, without any trace of warmth or welldoing. This was the voice of a mech who woulnd't blink a second to order a mass bombing just to prove a point. He had come for something, and the chance of them stopping him was very slim.
The ship landed out in the rust and Tarn stepped out, targeting the buildings in front of him and sharing it with the ship's guns. If ordered, the ship would fire at the buildings, creating quite a ruckus as they were filled with energon. At least they should be, they were once. At least it could destroy some stuff, they were heavier than regular cannons. He set course for them, using the rust to hide himself as much as possible from the view of anyone who would try to spot him. His blade was ready, and he reached on his back and grabbed his shield, holding it in the free servo. It was time to hunt and if the autobots and the traitor inside weren't scared yet or hadn't considered his offer, time was running out.
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 30, 2017 17:42:53 GMT
Skyflare growled. At least now he might be able to take out his anger on something.
"If You'll excuse us, we have an aft to kick."
He calmed his brother before the two flew up to the roof.
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Post by RedOptics on Dec 30, 2017 17:56:43 GMT
"Oh no you don't." Diamond hissed, before looking to Wheelspin, "I'd suggest you flee, or worst case scenario..." She shook her helm, "Help those two when he beats them down." She's the only one who has faced the dark mech multiple times, and got away alive. She couldn't say the same for various troopers in the last few months. At this point she was keeping count as she made her way to the roof. Four? Yeah, definitely the fourth fight... ugh, why can't he just die already?!
"Tarn is MINE, you hear?! Now get your tiny afts back to base!" She snarled viciously at the two as she dashed past them, pulling out her scythe and activating the electrical 'blade'.
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 30, 2017 18:08:51 GMT
:: You must be mistaken, Tarn. Much as it probably doesn't change anything. There are no former decepticons present.:: Perhaps he would not have put his helm on the line against the massive Decepticon anyway, but this time he had counted the heads of the Autobots and could not pinpoint one that the Con would even want. Of course the fliers were the hotheads that shot right towards the enemy. At least the reinforcements of the walls from within, and the transfer of the important contents had been done months ago. He had made sure that any of the sort would either be transferred back to base, and if not that, to be moved to safer containment where gunfire from outside could not pose a threat to it. He was generously too careful, and this time, perhaps, it would even pay off.
:: Diamond! Do not face him alone!:: He had sent to the femme and then towards the twins ::And you two, hotshots, ...if you want to die, that's your best chance of success!:: He'd sent a private comm then to his autotroopers, rearranging them, warning them, and demanding that the exact location and visual of the arrival is sent to him as soon as possible.
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 30, 2017 18:14:08 GMT
The two combined midair, Skyflare forming legs an d Backdraft forming the torso before flying next to her.
"Nobody should fight alone, princess."
Flare Draft readied his rifle, aiming at one of the ships engines.
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Post by Tarnation on Dec 30, 2017 19:31:30 GMT
Now, things were a little bit complicated for the autobots. For one, there was, as noted, a rust storm going on. His ship was hidden in the rust, meaning taking a shot would be difficult, and shooting straight shot would be difficult too as it would most likely hit rust. For him that wasn't much of a problem however, as he could trace their energy signatures, it was quite visible when they didn't even try to conceal it in any way. Tarn raised his helm to where the blips on the scanner indicated where they were, and shot out a small device from his chest. The device blinked a little bit before activating, rolling away through the rust. Tarn vanished into the storm but soon appeared next to the tiny thing, walking alongside it.
The time was up, it was obvious that they weren't going to help him find who he was looking for. The comm from Wheelspin made that clear enough. Well then, if that was how they wanted to play... He had a visual of the building now, and he transmitted the coordinates to the ship, letting the targeting computer know where they were. A few seconds went by as it processed the information before the cannons locked on and fired at the building. Three medium sized missiles were launched at the building they were on, striking it at full force and exploding on contact, sending a shockwave through the area as the building began to collapse.
:: "This was your final warning. Surrender the defector now." :: Another comm echoed to the engagin autobots, as Tarn stood there waiting on them, keeping their signals primed and ready. He wasn't moving much however, just standing there, waiting. He knew they were no match for him, why did they even bother? He wasn't interested in them, only the traitor, why couldn't they grasp that? Such foolish bots, no wonder they were losing this war. It would be a pleasure impaling them.
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Post by RedOptics on Dec 30, 2017 19:51:32 GMT
Ignoring any plea to stop her from the medic, the femme simply snorted at the two. They didn't know the reason for her grudge, and that was fine. They'll die because of their insolence. And that was fine. Dia didn't hold any ties aside from the very few, such as Wheelspin.
Tarn's voice visibly made her angrier as she bared her fangs, hissing and growling much like any creature would when upset. Her form at this point sparked vividly and dangerously. "There is no Decepticon here you senseless murderer!" She snarled, clenching her jaw in nothing but pure hate for the mech. It wasn't long before she lunged forward, dashing at full speed. I won't lose this time.
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 30, 2017 20:12:11 GMT
One could see the disturbance created by the engines, so taking aim wasn't as hard as one might think. However, instead of a bullet, the rifle shot out an RPG straight for the engine.
Flare Draft converted his other arm into a duplicate rifle, shooting at the device next to Tarn.
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 30, 2017 20:24:29 GMT
While the building was reinforced to sustain a battering, there was a certain amount of fire power that would still cause damage and that would also affect the parts that could not have been reinforced. The outside would crumble, any windows would shatter, and some of the weaker parts would fall. As the building began to cave in at the top - which was weakest - Wheelspin transformed. It began at the core, the liquid like layer began to spread, towards his front and back from there. The Autodrones were ordered to proceed towards the more strongly reinforced sections of the building, while a few were sent out. To scout for the ship in a fan like formation, making themselves harder targets to hit also by keeping within the parameter of the buildings, keeping cover as much as they possibly could.
WHeelspin's spark signature flickered, then it was gone, this happening soon after a larger portion of the roof came down in the area that he must have been proceeding towards. Nothing could be heard via the comm. Complete silence.
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Post by Tarnation on Dec 30, 2017 21:36:31 GMT
((OOC: Now, Flare Draft I have some questions about your post(s). First off, wait for everyone before posting again. It's rude not to so for the sake of it, please remove that post. Secondly, a rust storm is going on, and you are supposedly high up in the air. How can you see anything on the ground, when the range of vision is almost null around these parts? To me, that makes little sense so I will simply ignore it for the sake of logic. Not even going to mention that since it is a rust storm, flying is very hard.)) A rocket were fired at the ship, however the engines weren't on the sides or the front, they were in the back, and Flare draft was in front of said ship, as that was the direction Tarn had parked it in and the rust storm would make it neigh impossible to fly around. The ship was armored too, so one rocket wouldn't do much damage, that was, if it had reached the ship. With all the rust in the air, it would hit all the rubble instead and explode halfway there, small explosives wouldn't work here. The ship fired another set of missiles, and as these were vehcle weaponry, they had enough power behind them to not care about the rust very much. They had the same course as the previous ones, blasting straight for the building.
Tarn kept walking around with the device behind him, without making a single sound. He heared the shots being fired, which didn't bother him. He was still waiting for them to get close to him, to strike at his position. One were close to him, good. Just a little bit closer now before the fun could begin. He swung his blade slowly, as if testing it out on invisible targets. "This is a waste of all our time. Just. Give. Him. Up." He said out loud, as he heard another voice close to him, belonging to a femme. Ah, it was her again. Why were she here, in the middle of nowhere?
One less blip to worry about on the scanner, one was gone, however he wasn't fully gone until he had found the body and disposed of it himself. More blips were appearing now, autodrones that began to activate now that things had gone south for them. Predictable as always. It couldn't be more boring than it already was. He raised his shield and kept a steady pace towards the building which housed the con. Sooner or later he'd reach it, and then it would all be over for him.Tarn was sneaking off to the side, hidden by the violent rust. He would soon reach the building. ~~3~~
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Post by RedOptics on Dec 30, 2017 21:56:03 GMT
The femme bounded for him, her mind lost to the lust for blood. She spun her scythe and drove it into the ground, letting a staggering amount of her power travel underneath in a straight path for Tarn, hopefully catching him by surprise. She knew he didn't hold the ability to easily absorb said shock as very few did. Yet she had to be careful, if she used too much she could potentially lose consciousness.
"This is for killing him!" She snarled, leaping forward and swiping her weapon at his face. Whether or not it hit depended entirely on how blind she was from rage.
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 31, 2017 0:08:39 GMT
When Wheelspin's blip suddenly fell of the radar, the twins separated before flying back towards the building with the intent of search and rescue.
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