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Post by Conway on Nov 13, 2011 21:19:50 GMT -5
This is what we've waited for This is it boys, THIS IS WAR!!
The battle had been raging all day. Road was exhausted, tanks running low and bleeding out what he did have left.
Out of ammo he was pulling on that small supply of reserves to keep going, to keep struggling against any Autobot that came his way
The entire base was probably out today, if they lost this fight the ground base was forfeit and whomever was left would have to be crammed back aboard the under sea base and suffer through the close proximity to their leader.
Explosions would ring out every so often and he'd be forced to take cover. That's where he was now, pressed into craggy break of rocks in a hillside venting what heat he can and gathering energy for his next run.
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Post by gryfeathr on Jan 16, 2012 20:34:25 GMT -5
Jack ran hot and dirty through the desert wasteland turned battlefield. The advantage of knives meant he never ran out of ammo, but the downside was the ragged jacket clinging to his shoulders stained with the bright glitter of fresh energon bleeding out his joints. He darted between the occasional missed missiles and the thrown dirt of large bodies struggling in a last ditch effort, chaos everywhere. The front lines had long ago merged into an all-out brawl, only security pings and short range radio keeping friend and foe apart.
He darted around two heavy-types falling slowly into the dirt, kicked off a mostly-still and bleeding body, and caught his feet under him as he ran looking for weak, handy targets.
Powershot moved around the edges of battle. He ducked, dodged, and snuck while the chaos covered his tracks. Bounce nattered directions and curses in his internal audio, their connection so secure between them they didn't fear being over heard. If he could get close enough to hack systems or turn their defenses bakwards, they'd win the battle.
But right now, he struggled to keep out of sight, out of the way, and alive.
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Post by Conway on Jan 16, 2012 21:00:32 GMT -5
He spent this small breach in his fighting patching off a bad leak in his arm; that is after he wrenched the twisted metal of his armor out of it. He didn't have much time, Barricade got antsy when he wasn't receiving battle data to keep him up to date on the Decepticon status as a whole. And when Torque pinged in Road was reluctant to admit he was holed up undercover instead of fighting. Having his mentor checking in however was a nice reminder of having the veteran in the field, which gave Road some feeling of security that he'd actually be making it out of this mess of a battle and back to the ground base tonight. barricade might leave him for dead, but at least Torque would drag his broken ass back if he couldn't walk himself there. Sensing a time limit on how long he'd been under his unstable cover, Road finally darted out, back into the fray to take a swing at the nearest Autobot.
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Post by gryfeathr on Jan 16, 2012 21:39:36 GMT -5
The dirt clouds parted, and the nearest Autobot turned into the swift moving target of Jack's face. Jack's eyes went wide, his body arching back as if he could avoid the punch through sheer power of will. Only he didn't manage to make it.
Road's fist hit Jack's face with a crunch, throwing the lanky speed-bot to the ground in a tumble. A burst of static screeched across Road's short range, a data dump of DECPTICON DECEPTICON a moment too late.
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Post by Conway on Jan 16, 2012 21:57:08 GMT -5
Relying more on his momentum than control to get his hits across at this point, it's just to late to pull the punch when Jack's face clarifies in his vision. He can only slump forward, hands on his knees and curse when the the identification rips over his short range. "Shit...Shit, fuck. Fucking...Jack you fucking idiot."
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Post by gryfeathr on Jan 16, 2012 22:01:48 GMT -5
Jack was an tangle of limbs on the ground, still a minute as he was winded. Energon slipped out of his joints and smeared over his face, and then he heaved.
He rolled, limbs fighting to work in the right order, as he coughed on his braced hands. "Idiot?!" His voice scraped in his throat."Me!?"
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Post by Conway on Jan 16, 2012 22:30:25 GMT -5
"Yes you!" There really wasn't someone to blame here, but Road is more than willing to pretend it's Jack's fault and not his own faltering control that got the other con socked in the face.
He lurches back up to standing, moving forward to berate the other con from a closer range. But a new explosion rocks a nearby outcropping, laser fire throwing a spray of rocks that forces Road to the ground near Jack, on his knee's with hands up to protect his head. "Dammit!"
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Post by gryfeathr on Jan 16, 2012 22:43:48 GMT -5
Rocks pelted them, and Jack ducked down as the ground shook. He lifted arm arm to block out the glare of the sun as his optics fought to adjust, already on his knees and not with much further or lower to be thrown. "Stupid idiot, hitting you're own side! What the hell is that??"
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Post by Conway on Jan 16, 2012 22:46:42 GMT -5
With the debris settling he looks up to a face full of Jack yelling at him. His fist pulls back as if to hit him again but he checks himself before it can actually happen and starts pushing back up to his feet instead. "You didn't start broadcasting until after I hit you, idiot!"
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Post by gryfeathr on Jan 16, 2012 22:51:42 GMT -5
"You should be paying attention, you idiot!" Battle seems to steal Jack's normal levels of creativity. "What about battle awareness, huh? How about--"
Missiles scream over head, and Jack reflexively ducks. He jolts forward, away from the direction of the projectiles. Sirens blared and the hissing sound of heat blasts super heating the air above their heads stole all of his attention. "--Fuck you! Pay atttenion!"
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Post by Conway on Jan 16, 2012 23:54:13 GMT -5
Instinctively Road ducks his head again under his armored hands. Damn, were those from friend or foe, he wondered. He couldn't exactly ask Barricade. He pinged a check in with both his superior and mentor before dropping his hands back down and turning attention on Jack. "Fuck you! Not my fault you're always in the way!" Despite his vocal distaste for the other con, he's yet to make any move to leave the vicinity.
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Post by gryfeathr on Jan 20, 2012 23:39:18 GMT -5
No way to tell in this confusion. Dirt flew, pieces of rock pinged off both of them, and Jack scrambled to his feet. "Me! Fuck you. I'm not sticking around to have another one of those hit me by accident! Move your damn skidplate or you'll be ash, and I'll just damn laugh!"
Jack couched his suggestion that could vaguely be construed as concerned in harsh words, but he scrambled to his feet and pointed at a low spot in the ragged landscape. The sound of sonic booms were rumbling near them, and for all their finesse, people firing missiles at high speed moving targets usually missed.
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Post by Conway on Jan 20, 2012 23:53:41 GMT -5
Road didn't look pleased, but then it was hard to look pleased out here even when things were going your way. "Fine," He nodded once and moved for it, definitely slower then he'd normally be capable of. He can at least still make it faster than a jog, but it's obvious he's taken significant damage. When his skids into the lower sheltered area he falters, hip hitting the ground hard, and he stays down.
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Post by gryfeathr on Jan 21, 2012 0:06:21 GMT -5
Jack manages speed and a small amount of grace, at least until a missile hit makes the ground jump enough under his feet he stumbles. He skids, ducking low as more missiles screech overhead. He squints at the sky, trying to get some sort of battle layout through the broadcasts, but everyone's scattered and distracted. Half of the armies aren't even projecting more than short range pings in an effort to keep from being swarmed.
"Fuck this noise," he hisses, crouched down next to him. "I can't hear a damn thing through the static, there's not even anyone pretending to be coordinated out here!"
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Post by Conway on Jan 21, 2012 0:28:37 GMT -5
"Yeah, I know!" he snaps before lifting a hand to wipe a magenta trickle from his mouth and shifting to rearrange his body into a more comfortable sit. Jack hadn't really done anything to deserve the snap that time, but Road's having a hard time keeping it together and the situation all around has everyone on edge.
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