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Post by Nightlock on Feb 18, 2018 21:09:47 GMT
“Clever, perhaps you so think, my weakness is I am not a warrior as you may have guessed.” He told her, and it was the truth, he was barely good at close quarters combat, the range combat was his profession that didn’t make it any less hard to answer the last to questions. “I joined the war out of brash youthful vengeance, but that has long since ceased to be my reason for joinining the Autobots, and as the war grew long, the act of killing became little more then breathing. But it isn’t hard, with how many allies I see die every day, not to mention the damage done by the war, what is there to go back to?” He answered, he had somewhat avoided the answer, the truth was simple, he originally joined out of brash youthfulness after the death of his tutor, but he wasn’t fighting for Grinder anymore, he was fighting for himself.
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Post by Chief Strange on Feb 19, 2018 1:20:10 GMT
She looked at him patiently as he answered her questions. Slightly avoiding but it satisfied her needs. She raised a hand to her chin while the elbow rested on her other arm as she then began to inquire to him.
"To be honest I wouldent have guessed you were not a warrior. Mind you, your form is off balance and technique could use work. But that is besides the point. Point is you, have made a statement. And I don't hand out those kinda statements often. In fact there would be two autobots I would consider giving respects to now that I have met you. Consider. Your responce to the later question gets me curious. But since we are opposite sides of the war I understand your hesitation to speak more." she lowered her hands and put both of them on her hips, shifting her weight from the left side to the right, causing the markings on her body to glimmer in the light slightly.
"well then, I suppose I have to keep up my end of the deal now don't I. My word is my word. Before the war I was a reagent Scientist that had taken refuge here from a planet unknown to your kind. It was the beginning of the war when the factions just began to form. I was neutral, until one day the autobots had attacked my facility from what I was told. I woke up the next day in the decepticons Ned bay and was welcomed with open arms. Which leads into the next question of why did I join the cons. Simple, The decepticons saved my life. The autobots almost destroyed it. They destroyed my life's work, without remorse. I only have but my memories and scientific knowledge of back then from that point. Simple really why I joined. I never wanted to join any side however. I was soon left with no choice.
She then lowered one hand and pointed at shadow as she spoke this last part.
"as for your last question. It's simple really. she lowers her hand to her side and her head lifts off to the left but she still kept looking at him. A raised chin and a configent grin as there optics locked. "I am the assassin known as BrokenSpark. You may have heard of me or maybe not. I'd prefer the later, means I do my job well. If you ever hear this name it is usually whispered in your audio receptors before your optic sensors go out. Leaving you the only knowledge of your killer, is the name. I leave investigators in awe at my skill in death and murder! but at the same time I interrogate my enemies whenever possible. Getting information that will aid the decepticons in any way possible. As long as I get my job done they don't care. My job here was to monitor the boarders on this side. And I decided to have a little fun while doing so Kid. You made the perfect entertainment piece."
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Post by Nightlock on Feb 19, 2018 4:42:24 GMT
Shadowfire's optics followed her sudden curve of hips, more fluid then he thought possible, he heard her words and beneath his combat mask, he frowned. The mask hid his face, as he watched each movement, and found each one oddly disjointed? he didn't know the word, perhaps it was because he was used to being one of the fastest of Autobots that it was a surprise to see another manage to outpace his eyesight.
So, revenge. While mine left me hallow yours filled you to the brim. The raid is one I can perhaps understand, though I was never indebted to the cause. He explained his warpick's blade shimmered off as he pressed it to the ground, still waiting for a sudden attack out of nowhere, one he was fully aware she could do. though he decided that to show that he wasn't going to attack her without provocation he would make it clear he had no intention of it, though he had more then enough tricks to get out of one if it should happen.
Brokenspark, that is your destination, one fitting of an assassin, Though I admit I am unsure why you have decided to toy with me. Most Decepticons only do that after the claws have been ripped off their victims, so what happens now? Are we once again going to go back and forth? or are we going to part. he said, his tone showing a hint of confusion in it.
He didn't understand her, this Brokenspark, she the one who would stop a fight to ask questions, one who seems to be savage and monstrous yet willing to halt her blade out of curiosity, she also brought an unusual feeling, one of someone who is a person in front of him despite wearing that hated signal, brought his head down to look at it on her (where ever it is) seeminglly feeling his own sygial on his shoulders burn to remind them how wrong this act was, he should be killing her and burning her carcass, his dead rage, one that was so snuffed long ago tried and failed to beat, it remined him of going to your last breath without energon. This sense of melcondy came back to bight him as his sensors refocused on her chassis.
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Post by Chief Strange on Feb 19, 2018 11:19:08 GMT
She smirked at his comments. She also found it clear she was in no threat of him unless she was the one to provoke it. She could tell she was confusing him and she equit enjoyed this actualy. Not only toying with him but also finding out more about why bits join for what reason. Both fed on revenge, because the other side destroyed somthing they both loved. She found it interesting. She then went to respond.
"I may be an assassin, but one cannot do ones job to the fulling if there is simply nothing else done other than murder. Before becoming a decepticons I wanted nothing more than to just sit in my lab, and work on experiments all day. Then as time moved on I exspressed skill with the art of a blade. And ever since I tasted my first drop of spilled energon on my blade, I couldent stop. I enjoy the smell and scene of reality! Die before my optics! Perish with no hope of survival like my enemies. But every once and a while I meet a boy like you. Someone who peaks my interest and I just can't help but try to know bots like you the best I can.
She let both arms by her side just fall down at this point, she wasent about to make an attack, and if she was, she would have made it known by now.
"I know, odd that a killing machine would rather talk than witness and feel the feeling of my blade move through your spark. But not all decepticons are as cruel as everyone makes them out to be.
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Post by Nightlock on Feb 19, 2018 16:14:35 GMT
The Autobots don’t need to say anything about the Decepticons, everything I have seen about them tells me what I need to know. I make my own choices. He explained, or thought he did, as for her first sentence he couldn’t help but think back to the many times of firing his gun, and watching Decepticons fall was, definitely something that sticked with him over the years, clearing his processor of the thought.
“I told you that I have no clue what I fought for, my revenge ceased to function after all these stellar cycles. Your revenge is new to me because it has fueled you that long, my barley fueled me for a cycle before it left.”
He attempted to explain, though in reality it wasn’t a truth or a lie, he knew little more then what he could guess, perhaps revenge still fuels him a small way, or a massive way. Perhaps the pure rush of battle gave him no time to think of such reasons during battle, reguardless...he was still trying to decipher what was going to happen now.
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Post by Chief Strange on Feb 19, 2018 16:22:58 GMT
"The reason for joining your faction might not drive you as much as it does I anymore. In fact mine alone isn't really a drive, more so a debit still needing to be paid. And I may be an assassin but I'm an honest one at the least. I don't kill without a reason for it. But either way, may your drive is that what you have seen in battle. Maybe it's the friends you have made, the foes you have fought. The rush of adrenaline. Or maybe you just don't know or remember how to live any other way. The reason could be countless. It's up to you to find it out though.
She crosses her arms and shifts her weight yet again.
"well then. I'm quiet satisfied, what about you? Shall we finish this? See if you can take me either down or in. Or maybe it might end with the sweet victory for me of witnessing your optics go out. Either way, is entertained. Your choice.
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Post by Nightlock on Feb 19, 2018 20:04:45 GMT
Shadowfire sighed, looking at the Cybertron sky, his warpick reactivating, as he brought it back up, he would want to say that he died without regrets, or was ready to die today, but he wasn't he didn't want to be offlined, he wanted to see this war to the end, but little of that mattered now, did it?
"Very well Brokenspark," he told her, his back foot shifting and his cannon starting to power up, "Lets finish this fight."
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Post by Chief Strange on Feb 19, 2018 20:39:23 GMT
She smirked at him at his responce. She drew her blade back and had it off to the side in her left hand. She then knelt down slightly and brought the blade slightly behind her and she put her left leg back as if she was about to sprint. The markings on her body flashed as she responded.
"Twas certainly fun to have our little chat. But now I feel as it is time to grant you that wish of finishing this.
She then sprinted forward with great speed and accuracy and spun to the right as she got right up in his face, her blade following her and about to make a slicing contact with his torso.
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Post by Nightlock on Feb 19, 2018 20:53:43 GMT
This is it... let's see if it works! he thought as he let her blades slam into him, gagging on his own energon. His trump card then went off, a pure electromagnetic pulse that disrupted most technology, his sensors blaring in a desperate attempt to reactivate as his cannon landed into her chest and fired, he assumed what was letting her ignore his energy shots was a piece of technology and if this gambit paid off he might be able to actually wound her, and this cannon blast should bring her to the state he was in. He prayed to whoever would listen that this was going to work.
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Post by Chief Strange on Feb 19, 2018 22:53:31 GMT
Sparks was pleased at the hit landing. However it was severely short lived when the electroshock was activated. Sparks dropped her blade and fell to the ground on her knees, then the canon became level with her chest and she went wide optic.
"Mother of Shade..." she uttered under her breath as she threw her blade away and the canon fired on her. She was sent hurdling back couple of feet until stopping, makeing a little trench in her wake. If He were to look up at her, he would notice somthing incredibly off about her. She was leaking fluid like no tomorrow however, the wound in her chest would have brutally or even fatally killed any cybertronian. However, when looking at her. She had no spark changber from what he could see. The gash was wide enough that if he looked close enough he could clearly see that it wasent destroyed because there simply wasent anything to destroy there. She sat up clutching her chest, chockeing on her own energon. She glared at him.
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Post by Nightlock on Feb 19, 2018 23:02:53 GMT
Shadowfire's knees shook a bit as he nearly fell but managed to stay standing, "Not...so...powerful without tech," He breathed out, grabbing her blade wedged in his chest, any further and it would have pierced his spark, grabbing it and yanking it out, his claw transformed into the Energon blaster and fired at her at full auto, his optics locked on what her spark should have been, he had never heard of such a creature, dammit, he had no idea if he could hurt her, much less kill her with a lack of a spark.
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Post by Chief Strange on Feb 19, 2018 23:08:23 GMT
She saw him raise his blaster and rolled out of the way from the blasts, the later ones just missing her feet. She glared at him and pulled out her rifle and fired a shot right at his dureing arm.
"tech...ain't got...nothing to do with it....Kid....Just...gotta have the skill...to suck it up...when plan A fails"
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Post by Nightlock on Feb 19, 2018 23:11:51 GMT
"You have no spark? something your Decepticon rescuers did to you? He asked, taking a step back to avoid the shot before turning and pointing both guns forward, the Energon blaster erupting with energy shots at her, while his cannon fired two charged slow moving but deadly shots that tore the metal of the rust to pieces as he tried to hit her.
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Post by Chief Strange on Feb 19, 2018 23:26:36 GMT
She stood up, holding the rifle back as she rolled to the right to avoid the shots being fired at her. She looked up at him as she made a comment.
"like I said....Refuge was taken here by me...from a far off planet.....I'm not cybertronian Kid...You haven't seen anything like me"
She made a break for her blade. She did a baseball type of slide to grab her blade and turned it into a roll, stand, then leap into the air. Bringing down the blade over his head, hopeing it connected. She was in eminence pain while doing the manouver but she thrived on this kinda fight. It brought life into her optics and joy to her grin. She felt alive for the first time in ages.
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Post by Nightlock on Feb 19, 2018 23:37:26 GMT
I only have a couple more moments before the tech scramble wears off, Shadowfire thought to himself as he grabbed her arm with his prosthetic claw, dragging the knife away from himself while bringing his cannon up to try and blow her face off. ”Do you have anything akin to a spark?! Or was it taken from you in this pursuit!? the never-ending cycle of killing for amusement?” He shouted, he was sick of this, this fight, he didn’t need this, he had information to bring! And he couldn’t let it not be known to the Autobots.
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Post by Chief Strange on Feb 19, 2018 23:48:18 GMT
She snarled and grabbed the canon with her legs and twisted it away from her, in turn continuing the move to try and pry it from him. She used her other arm to latch onto his optics and try to rip them out.
"like I said...I don't kill without reason....And I have a reason for being here....and a reason...to end you...as for anything aside ...from not haveing a spark?....I am more than meets the eye to you...and to everyone on a Cybertron.....I am BrokenSpark.....Assassin and Alchemist Scientist....and I....am the Shadow Killer of Cybertron!"
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Post by Nightlock on Feb 19, 2018 23:54:03 GMT
Shadowfire's mask protected him from her prying digits, at least for now, the main problem was that t suddenly became apparent his sensors were back up Slag! he twisted her arm still in his claw trying to get her to focus more on it then his cannon arm, with rifle fused to his arm she would have a very hard time tearing it off, and it slowly hummed back on, a back up in case he couldn't get her off, his warpick unfolded from his back as well, as he attempted to get it so he could push her off. And yet here you are, Brokenspark sparkless, without a life besides that of killing, your little more then an old war veteran I used to know He growled at her, twisting his claw to try and break her servo.
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Post by Chief Strange on Feb 20, 2018 0:00:49 GMT
She twisted with his claw, letting go of the cannon arm. She twisted so much with it she twisted the other way in order to get out of his grip. In the spin and twist she did she came around swinging her blade to his head. A flash of her markings became apparent again as the techfir her came back online.
"I don't choose this life Shadow...I owe it to the cons...Ih believe me...I love watching a life die in my face....but I'd prefer to only kill when nessesary...but I owe it to them....and in turn, I serve there needs"
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Post by Nightlock on Feb 20, 2018 0:05:31 GMT
I understand...belive it or not I do. He told her his arm reaching back and grabbing his warpick bringing it down aiming at her, her blade fidning purchase in his mask, the armor of the mask held out for as long as it could before Shadowfire jerked away from knife, leaving a large peace of his helm and mask stuck to the blade, but he growled, his optics a crimison red as he tried to hit her with the pick, the cannon on his arm powering down as he brought all energy reserves out of shooting into his body so he could stay moblie and in the fight.
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Post by Chief Strange on Feb 20, 2018 0:13:45 GMT
She landed on the ground and side strapped quickly the blow. She smirked at him as she did and responded.
"well then.... Enlighten me Shadow" she quickly spun and went in for the blade to his torso again. She chocked on some of the fluid in her mouth after she said that but it did not stop her.
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