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Post by Conway on Nov 2, 2011 12:06:38 GMT -5
Roadrash puts in his request, siting that the pair of them had worked well together in field after being captured, surviving and escaping the Autobot base together without destroying each other at least. He was unaware if Jack would put in a similar request, but two weeks later the two cons stood in the same line with each other, the hooded twins and some other ground based units. Barricade stood before them, barking orders.
Autobots had discovered the land based headquarters and were leading an attack. their job was to route out stragglers and snipers that would hassle the larger military troops and air units. Prisoners were encouraged but slagging them was just fine too. Now get your sorry afts into the action!
they were split off in groups of two or three a piece. The twins obviously stay together. Barricade almost always teamed with Blackout despite the incompatibility of the air unit. And not Jack and Road had their chance to split off into the fray to avoid getting fragged while posturing.
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 3, 2011 20:12:35 GMT -5
When Jack put in the stubborn request to be assigned to one of Roadrash's assignments, the cranky grey bot that looked over at him seemed to be debating his logic units. "You're a long distance speedster," they said, as if this explained a lot.
"So!"
"Unit Roadrash is a heavy hitter front liner."
"So!"
".....your decomission day," they said, and Jack had stalked out as if his legs were knives jabbing into the floor.
War was a bitch, but they ended up toeing the same line shoulder to shoulder. Speed with brawn, or something. Jack ran his fingers over his guns, a twin set strapped to his legs, then the knife at the small of his back. He preferred racing to this mess; but he had survived the war this long, and his grin was a narrow, deadly slash of smile.
As they were given their assignments and told to split off, taking one of the back areas near the base, he eased into the lope of movement. Everything hummed, working smoothly, his body running at top peak. "Gonna get twice as many as you," he boasts as he runs.
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Post by Conway on Nov 4, 2011 17:50:08 GMT -5
Road moved a bit behind him, he wasn't a slow bot, he would keep up if jack kept a reasonable pace but he wasn't built for the kind of speed Jack could potentially take to. His weapons were strapped along his arms, machine guns and blades built into gauntlets that were meant not to inhibit his movement and personal fighting habits.
"Ha, we'll see when we tally up, Legs. Gonna have to bring me proof. Bring their badges back."
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 5, 2011 0:05:17 GMT -5
Out of a sense of fairness, or, much more likely, gloating, Jack kept his stride just to where Road could keep up with him. His armour was light, but scratched all to hell, and somehow he'd managed to grab that stupid yellow jacket of his and incorparated it despite all the stains from his last excursion. "Badges? Hah, no problem. I'll have a nice stack ready for you."
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Post by Conway on Nov 5, 2011 0:27:52 GMT -5
Road still owed his dumb purple jacket, but unlike some cons he took care of the damn thing, knowing he wouldn't be able to replace it. It was one of his few belongings left from Cybertron...and it remind him of his car. He wore a standard uniform on missions, though his armor/weapons were suspiciously purple, even if the shade was dark and subdued.
He saluted mockingly. " I'll hold you to that. Stay in radio range but stay outta my way."
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 8, 2011 0:19:32 GMT -5
"Radio range?" Jack snorted, veering off to the west. "You mean I have to sit on your tail? Do you even have any range anymore?"
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Post by Conway on Nov 8, 2011 0:22:18 GMT -5
Road rolled his eyes impatiently. Sticking with Jack for the moment. "Everything is fixed numbskull, they wouldn't let me out here if I was only partially operational. BUT if you wanna hang in my exhaust that's just fine."
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 8, 2011 0:52:04 GMT -5
"Hey, I don't know what sort of crap shoot you'd end up being," Jack threw back, and stretched his legs. A little effort, and Road would be struggling to keep pace without putting a lot more effort into it. "Exhaust? Oh, thanks for reminding me I owe you eating some of my /dust/."
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Post by Conway on Nov 8, 2011 15:28:11 GMT -5
"Oh fuck off already!." Road threw a mocking salute as veered off in another direction. " Ping me when you need help!"
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 8, 2011 21:32:14 GMT -5
Jack responded in the most eloquent way he knew how: a human gesture, middle finger raised, as he veered abruptly to the left.
The fight came through to them as garbled updates and the distant thud of heavy rounds and explosives carrying through the air to them. They had a lighter duty back here, but there were some 'bots to take care of trying to cut around their main line. It was an all out battle, not a sneaky one, with most of the force drawing all of the Decepticon's attention to the front.
Road's found himself a tussle or two when their comm link crackles open with Yellowjacket's signature. "Road--C'min Road--Hey--I got something you gotta see over here!"
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Post by Conway on Nov 8, 2011 22:04:40 GMT -5
Dammit...He was kind of occupied at just that moment, they were smaller bots but there were two and he needed to concentrate to keep an eye on both of them. " Can you sit tight with it a minute? I'm a little busy right this second... Coordinates?"
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 8, 2011 22:22:56 GMT -5
If the dull information that popped over their link could be called indignant, Jack managed the closest approximation. He'd gotten into a small valley behind the Decepticon base, not too far from Road's current position. "Well, hurry up, I'm not going to wait for you all day!"
There was an annoyed urgency to Jack's tone, and the sound of a scuffle that made it through the echoes of his link. "--erg--fucking---hold still!"
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Post by Conway on Nov 8, 2011 22:43:06 GMT -5
Fucking...what they hell was he doing? Fine...fine. It takes an entire five minutes more for his voice to come back over the link. " On my way."
He tries to be quick about it, skirting around to Jacks location to see what he's got. He's collected 3 badges already for their little game and the metal gauntlets are sporting stains of blue and purple, one up to the elbow.
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 8, 2011 23:25:47 GMT -5
As Road tops the roll of hill near Jack's location, he can see the kicked up dirt of a scuffle's marks not too far away. Further in, Jack's got something--small--and dark--pinned under him, and coolant and energon are a liberal splattered. It is the heavy glow and drag from a wounded body being moved. As Road watches, Jack yanks his knife out from under his jacket, and stabs viciously downward. There's a short cry of pain as it goes right through a black glad shoulder and into the ground, the wicked curve pinning Jack's victim.
There's only a few bots of that size in either rank, and only one who wears all black on missions without armour to protect him from such a move.
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Post by Conway on Nov 8, 2011 23:42:14 GMT -5
It's a short moment to assess the surroundings and spot Jack. ...and then...and then Jack would be wise to get out of Road's way. The Mustang is at least kind enough to give a warning rev before he reaches the pair, in case Jack hasn't seen him coming.
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