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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 9, 2011 0:11:53 GMT -5
In the struggle, oil and grit liberally splatterd up Jack's neck and across his front, and the hand stilling holding on the end of a knife is slippery with the stuff. The revving of chainsaw engines registers dimly in the distance of his struggle, and his head pops up.
His eyes widen, and in the moment of distraction, a lanky arm shoots out and gets him in the gut. Jack grunts, shoving the barrel of one of his guns back against the rear of Powershot's head. "Hey! This guy keeps trying to wriggle out of it, do you know how hard it is not to kill 'em?!"
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Post by Conway on Nov 9, 2011 0:22:36 GMT -5
'Hrnf." That's right...Jack didn't kill him, he called you instead of killing him. Better not hit him.
" For all you brag about not being small....you can't even hold someone minibot sized?"
His mouth is thin and body tense with the effort to control himself when he crouches next to them.
"Get off, and take your knife with you. He'll be good."
And red eyes shift Powershot...anxious and conflicted.
"You'll be good and stay put, isn't that right?"
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 9, 2011 0:45:07 GMT -5
Powershot's eyes flicker up to meet Road's. A red glow still burns in the depths, and he stares back for a long mini cycle while he cycles air and liquids drip heavily from his shoulder. The black sneak suit he wears is torn, the inner protective panels visible in places, and stained with a rugged mix of dirt and his own injuries.
Jack presses the barrel of his gun tight to the back of Shot's head, forcing it back into the dirt.
"--I'll stay put," Shot says into the ground. "I'll stay put!"
"Don't act so high and mighty, he's fucking hard to get your hands on," Jack snarled at Road, yanking his knife out of Shot's shoulder. SHot swallows a pained sound, curling on his side as Jack rolls up to his feet. "Now what are we gonna do with 'em?"
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Post by Conway on Nov 9, 2011 0:59:44 GMT -5
It's hard not to hit Jack when he's pushing Shot into the dirt...very hard. But ..he can hit him later, he'll find and excuse to hit him later. Right now he needs him to cooperate.
"We? ...How about you never saw him."
Road grabs Shot by the uninjured shoulder of his suit and hauls him up to sit. His hand stays to make sure the bot really isn't going anywhere.
" And I'll deal with this."
The look he give Jack is challenging. He for once he doesn't want to fight Jack over this. He will, but he'd rather just be left to deal with Powershot by himself.
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 9, 2011 1:19:20 GMT -5
"He's an enemy trying to sneak in. Don't you remember the brief?" Jack taunted, shaking the blood off his kinfe with an easy flick of his wrist before neatly slipping it back into his back-sheath. The gun stays palmed in his hand as he warily watches the small spy bot. "Kill or capture."
Powershot resists out of instinct at first, battle programs still on high alert. There's a stubborn look to his face as he lets Road haul him up, that dissolves once he gets a good look at him. He leans back, with a weeze, eyes shutting as he faught against wooziness and pain. He clamps a hand over his shoulder to staunch the dripping rush of things that really should be staying in him down his outfit. A pistol lays on the ground nearby, as well as some knives stuck into the ground.
Its suddenly clear that not all of the liquid on the ground is Powershots; he put up a hell of a fight, as Jack wipes some bright blue off his mouth with the back of his hand.
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Post by Conway on Nov 9, 2011 1:26:37 GMT -5
"If you didn't see anything than it's not your problem right? I think you owe him that much." Road snarls, his grip inadvertently tightening on Powershot.
"If you keep hanging around here you won't be getting any badges..."
If it's not clear from his words and nasty look...he's suggesting strongly that you gtfo.
"You can even have one of mine to make up for this, Hm?"
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 9, 2011 1:30:34 GMT -5
Powershot's eyes are lidded as he watches the balance between Road and Jack. His shoulder grinds a little but he says nothing, remaining quiet and not interrupting the battle of wills.
Jack stares back down at them, his finger tightening over the gun trigger. He looks between Road to Shot, then back, and then spits. "I don't need your pity. This makes us even, mini bot," he tosses at Shot, turning on his heel. "If you get in trouble for this, Road, I don't even know you."
And he takes off, pulling the second gun out from his holster and flying back up the hell from whence Roadrash had come.
Powershot's breathing is heavy in the silence, and he closes his eyes a moment as he sags against Road's fist. "They won't do you any favours if they catch you with me," Shot says, "We both know that."
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Post by Conway on Nov 9, 2011 1:42:55 GMT -5
Road watches Jack go, giving him time to be gone before he can relax at least a little.
"Shut up."
He drops to his ass and pulls Powershot closer, letting go of his shoulder and wrapping arms around to...hug him?
"It's fine, no one will find out.
He's hugging him? Yes...yes his is. He's holding Powershot close and his eyes are darting about the terrain. They're pretty out of the way at least, but what the fucking hell is he going to do.
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 9, 2011 1:52:27 GMT -5
For a minute Shot thinks he's going to shove him back in the dirt, or throw him over a shoulder, or pin him, or a million other Roadrash-like things. This isn't one of any of them as suddenly the larger, stronger 'bot has dragged him against his chest. For the first time in a long time Shot finds himself speechless, not even apple to appreciate the way the electric blue of energon complements the dusky purple of Road's armor. It digs into him at odd places and angles, and Shot is shocked into a profound silence and stiffness.
He doesn't even know why, but the whirr of his internals hitch. He has no protocols in place for this, no system to follow, only errors of broken bits and the hiss pop of his brother in his ear.
Powershot, grimacing against the odd way everything's gone still in his head, finds his face shoved into the crook of Road's neck next to the armor. One arm's nearly off line, and he wriggles the one sandwhiched tightly between them around Road's waist and holds on tight.
Something in his head shifts, and changes. "B-but you've got all sorts of my oil on you..... You can't put yourself on the line like that, Road, how--how much do you trust that guy?"
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Post by Conway on Nov 9, 2011 2:03:29 GMT -5
He manages a sad sort of laugh after a moment.
" I will have...far more autobot oil on me by the end of the day, yours won't make a difference."
It takes a few more moments still for him to un-fist his hands from Powershots cloths and loosen his grip on the bot.
"I guess I better get rid of you before someone does wander over here. I'll patch your shoulder first."
He looks up, eyes now wandering for a more sheltered location. When he finds it he get's up gingerly, careful of power shot and keeping an arm around the bot to lift him in the same motion.
"But when I'm done with you, you better go back the way you came."
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 9, 2011 2:16:17 GMT -5
Powershots' jaw sets as he's pulled to his feet. His fingers find a crack in the armor and hangs on, using it as a point of leverage to keep himself from sliding back down again. He gets his feet, and keeps them grimly, silently sending back an 'all clear, wait' back to his brother currently frantically demanding updates.
".......When Autobots are disappointed, Optimus makes you feel like dirt," he says, "And the rest will talk about how typical of a 'con. When you disappoint Decepticons, you get dead. I guess that's a fair trade, huh."
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Post by Conway on Nov 9, 2011 2:24:04 GMT -5
There's an outcropping of rocks near the base of the hill that will hide them from most angles and Road moves them there.
"Nah, they can't afford to kill us anymore, so they just make you wish you were dead, then patch you up and send you back into the fight."
He let's Shot down carefully at the rocks, crouching to start peeling the suit away from his shoulder. He pauses though, a moment to shed the dangerous gauntlets before continuing the task.
"Sorry I was late...
did he get you anywhere else?"
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 9, 2011 2:31:46 GMT -5
"Late?" Powershot repeats the word dumbly, bewildered, and sits down hard because of it. He pushes at Road's hands, shaking his head, and with his good arm finds some hidden releases. He peels away the body suit to reveal plain ol' skin layers and plating on his upper body, wires flickering and spitting sparks from where the knife had gone through. Jack must've had some sort of energy running through it, because normal metal wouldn't have gone through nearly as easily. "Late?! Road, I'm--you didn't even know I was here! No one was supposed to know I was--hst--here."
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Post by Conway on Nov 9, 2011 2:39:05 GMT -5
" Doesn't matter. I was late."
His hand snaps back when a wire sparks at him.
"Yikes..., he did a good job." He doesn't hesitate to go back at it though, Holding Shot still and murmuring an apology when he has to dig to cut off the flow the fuel line that's causing most of the leak.
"I do...trust him." he'd asked that right? If he trusted Jack?
"In a way...If he's pressed maybe he'll talk but, he's not going to rat me out."
There's a smirk then.
"If he did and I survived the punishment, I can make his life a living hell. But he won't say anything."
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 9, 2011 2:45:14 GMT -5
Late.... still talking about being late to a traitor.
Powershot smiles, a small thing tucked up in one corner of his mouth, and hisses as Road rummages. But he's quiet. Unlike Jack, Powershot doesn't squirm or curse. His eyes focus and watch, almost fascinated, Roadrash's fingers at work and he swallows the urge to make noise. He jolts now and again, but its swiftly controlled.
He grins and bears it.
"..........S'fast one..... I almost made it past him, he's not really any good at keeping an eye on his backside, but I guess all that racing means he's got a good sense for proximity. Not much to hide behind out here, bad dumb luck..." He's not sure why he's rambling, soft, hissed words between them. He pushes away Road's hand when he's done, and tries to work the suit back over the ruined shoulder with one eye squezed shut against the pain.
"......You're.... really gonna let me go."
He says the words with a strange emotion that is not quite disbelief.
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