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Post by Crasher on Apr 26, 2013 20:05:36 GMT -5
The Porsche fired off another volley at the younger Autobot before letting the Eradacons take over. She wanted to be sure that if my some Autobot miracle they lost the crate that it wasn't her fault. Crasher smirked at Starscream as she started to open the crate. "Already on it Starscream." She replied while briefly wondering if when the harrier screamed it really could reach the stars. Not that she wanted to find out, but it was an interesting thought at the least.
As the crate was opened the black and white femme's optic lit up with glee. "Oh my... I do like a Mech who gives me explosives!" She grinned and started to remove the weapon from the crate. "Screamy, I think your going to love this!" Crasher stated with drawing the shoulder held Rocket launcher.The crazed femme let out a wild cackle as she held the weapon that was suppose to be used against them at the ready. "Who do you want me to target with this bad boy, Commander?" She almost purred, her engines humming with excitement at the though of blowing someone to smithereens, or at least dealing out some heavy damage. Her current target was the engineer whom she'd been fighting. She'd love to blow him away with the very thing he likely intended for her or her fellow Decepticons, but she was ready to switch targets if Starscream gave the order.
(OOC: Sorry for the short post.)
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Rodimus
Autobot
Autobot Captain
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Post by Rodimus on Apr 27, 2013 8:05:40 GMT -5
Rodimus had expected it to hurt, the Decepticon had expected it to hurt him, but at least it had come on his own terms. Having expected to hit the ground at high speed, however, left him slightly ahead of the game compared to Starscream. It wasn't pleasant, not by any stretch of the imagination, but Rodimus at least managed not to face plant and flail around as he tucked and rolled backwards. When he'd managed to shed enough momentum he dug in his peds, digging two furrows in the ground as he slid to a stop. Rodimus blew out a sigh of relief. That could have gone much worse.
That couple of cycles of circuit twisting terror was over and as usual it was time to think of what to do next. He was surrounded by Decepticons, without allies apparently, and certainly not yet in a position to disappear into the native landscape via disguise. He had a vehicle mode but it was Cybertronian.... and fast... That was it, that was the key to getting out of this. He might not be able to outrun Starscream but he had a shiny bitcoin that said he certainly surprise the lot of his attackers and lay out a good head start if he could come up with a distraction. Rodimus glanced back at Starscream as the bot started talking and it instantly came to him.
"Give me your best shot bolts for brains!" Rodimus leaped to the run, putting himself inline with the ultimate goal before he heard the missile go off. He threw himself forward and transformed, throwing the tires of his Cybertronian vehicle mode to full power and tearing away. Straight for the fem bot who was hoisting the missile launcher... well, not straight for her. Rodimus was fast, shockingly fast for a bot his size, and crossed the relatively short distance in the blink of an eye. He transformed as he got there, grabbing the crate as he sailed by and performing a forward roll that allowed him to toss the box up in the air.
Just high enough for the crate, and the two spare missiles it held, to be in the line of flight for Starscream's own missile. Coming back to his feet Rodimus transformed once more, threw it all into gear, and activated the twin turbines mounted at the rear of his vehicle mode. With a roar Rodimus streaked away from what was sure to be a very painful experience for the fem bot he'd just passed by. The missile struck the crate, igniting all three pieces of ordinance, the crate itself just adding shrapnel to the whole conflagration. Rodimus never even looked back, knowing it was best if he got as far gone as he good while everybody was still distracted.
He needed to find a viable vehicle mode, fast. Or allies. He opened up his personal communications channel and set it to broad frequency. "This is Commander Rodimus, to any and all Autobots. Crash landing, under assault by Decepticon forces, need reinforcements or evac immediately! I repeat..." He just kept broadcasting in the hopes that an Autobot, any Autobot, would hear him and add some much needed intel or firepower to the current problem. In the mean time all he could do was make for the horizon as fast as he could manage.
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Starscream
Decepticon
While it often pains me, I try to be a team player.
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Post by Starscream on Jun 21, 2013 21:45:31 GMT -5
For a bot as big as Rodimus, the sudden speed he took off at was surprising for Starscream. It took him a few seconds after firing his main missiles to realize why the Autobot had taken flight. The package that Crasher had secured had been snatched and thrown into his line of fire. The box’s inhabitants did not take well to a modified sidewinder missile and promptly blew everything within a relatively large radius to smithereens. It happened too quick for the Seeker to even attempt a retreat. The blast knocked him off his servos and he landed heavily on his back. He lay there, dazed and audio receptors ringing. As he regained his bearings, he slowly lifted himself up, groaning as he did. The Seeker wiped debris off his faceplate and tried to ascertain as to what exactly was going on. He spied the loathsome Autobot lieutenant apparently broadcasting a signal for help. Starscream realized the tide could quickly turn if some formidable Autobots showed up to help. Wobbling back up again, he tried to see if any of his Vehicons had survived the blast. Bits and chunks were scattered around but a good portion of his troops were still functional.
“Pull yourselves together! Fire on that Autobot!” He shrieked at the shuffling Vehicons. He wasn’t willing to waste another of his missiles at such a mobile target, and therefore began moving towards Rodimus with his guns drawn. A significant lack of maniacal battlefield banter left him to wonder where the Porsche femme was.
“Crasher, report! I need you to help put this runt down!”
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