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Post by gryfeathr on Jan 21, 2012 0:58:11 GMT -5
Jack presses his back against the dirt, barely seeming to notice. Even for him, today his systems were working on overdrive already and left little room for wanting to kick Road where it hurt. He scrabbles up enough to peer over the rise, hisses, and sinks back down with his arms over his head.
Dirt sprays above their heads, the kick back from impact way too close for comfort. "Fuuuuuck, can't afford to sit still, can't sit still."
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Post by Conway on Jan 21, 2012 1:08:34 GMT -5
Watching Jack gives him enough warning to shield his own head before the blast, curling up on himself. He uncurls slowly watching Jack again from under folded arms. "We aren't going to find a place that isn't being shot at."
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Post by gryfeathr on Jan 21, 2012 1:13:49 GMT -5
"I know!" Jack snaps, crouching down next to him while the battle raged on. It was strange to be in this temporary bubble of calm. It could not last. The millicycles ticked by with diminishing chances of continued illusions of safety. "Fuck, you're the last one I'd hear talking about even trying... what happened to punching, huh?"
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Post by Conway on Jan 21, 2012 1:46:27 GMT -5
"I said it would be pointless to try," he ground out. "I'll be back up and punching in a minute, just didn't feel like getting blown up before I found an Autobot to hit." He says this but looking at his he seems unlikely to be doing much damage out there. His armor is all bent out of shape, probably more of a hindrance than a help at this point, and a significant amount of the energon splattered across it seems to be his own. Regardless of this though he does ease up to standing so he can take a look out over the little bit of sheltered land for something to take his frustrations out on. He sends his pings out again, but he hasn't been getting more than a 'received' echo back from Torque or Barricade.
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Post by gryfeathr on Jan 21, 2012 22:14:28 GMT -5
There's some sort of dirt echo in the distance, small, and moving at a slow pace through the sands.
Jack rolled to his feet, dust sticking in his joints and making him cough it out of his air intake. "Belgh, why is it always in deserts.... yeah, you say that, but you're half-scrap already."
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Post by Conway on Jan 21, 2012 22:20:17 GMT -5
He's not much in a state of mind to notice anything subtle, especially with Jack blaring in his face. " I still have all my limbs, it's good enough. and...dry's better than wet isn't it? At least it's out of the way of-" He cuts off looking distanced a moment while he receives and actual transmission from TorqueHuman interference, be careful. And he grimaces. " Humans."
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Post by gryfeathr on Jan 21, 2012 22:30:38 GMT -5
"You ever get sand all up in your inner gears, because that--"
Road quipped, and Jack grimaced, crouching low. "Humans? Why do they always gotta stick their nose where it doesn't belong? Great!"
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Post by Conway on Jan 21, 2012 23:22:51 GMT -5
Road follows suit, sliding back down onto his ass with a pained laugh, armor digging into his chest. "I know, they seem to be under the impression they own the place. Stupid saps.
...and yeah, still better than rust."
The radio static starts to go quiet as cons start dampening their signals to avoid human detection. As inferior as they were physically, the human managed to keep a grasp on the planets resources and they'd made use of them to develop some very effective weapons.
A moment later the unmistakable whistle of a non cybertronian jet missile can be heard, the two of them will just have to hope it doesn't strike to near to them.
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Post by gryfeathr on Jan 21, 2012 23:34:59 GMT -5
Jack grabbed at Road's arm, fingers digging in and dragging. "Move!" he hissed, jumpy at the sailing tech as he threw every dampner on. Bot to bot was one thing, but the humans had damnable good aim sometimes, and pretty much would strike at anything. Sure they called the Autobots their 'friends', but damn.
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Post by Conway on Jan 22, 2012 0:32:32 GMT -5
Road stumbled up, surprised at Jack's initiative. Road himself had been prepared to hunker down and hope they passed over without noting the two minor cons. In his surprise he didn't resist, hauling his legs under himself and hauling ass after Jack. "Do we have to be moving targets!?"
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Post by gryfeathr on Jan 22, 2012 1:11:51 GMT -5
"Better than sitting ones, or do you like the idea of being blown to bits?!" Jack shouted at him. "You can't punch things if you are blown to bits, you idiot, and then I'll be covered in Roadrash goo!"
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Post by Conway on Jan 22, 2012 1:51:48 GMT -5
Road manages to make a face of both disgust and inappropriate amusement. "They might not have seen us! NOW someone is going to see us!"
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Post by gryfeathr on Jan 22, 2012 21:32:03 GMT -5
"Stop crying about it, and move!" Jack's legs get under him, and his speed--dodging--and opportunist nature means he's at least in better shape than Road. He has some speed to him as he runs, ducking instinctively as sounds of explosions echo nearby through the ground.
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Post by Conway on Jan 22, 2012 22:35:18 GMT -5
"Who's crying!?" He tries to put a little more effort into running but it's hard, he's got next to nothing to burn for it. He'd like to yank his arm away from the other con and demand he can make it on his own, but Jack's momentum might be the only thing keeping him moving right now. He hates it. He pings in with Torque and 'Cade to distract himself. Might as well let them know he...and Jack, are still functional...kind of. Now that Con radio waves have gone silent.
What he gets back is through static and clearly distracted by battle. It causes him to stop, to plant his feet, jerk his arm away from Jack, and look in the other direction. Humans are attacking cons in the opposite direction and now that he cares to listen for it, the metallic clashing of a combiner unit coming together can be heard. He's barely in the shape to do anything about it though.
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Post by gryfeathr on Jan 22, 2012 22:38:55 GMT -5
Jack's faster, but Road's heavier. Jack's determined forward motion is arrested by Road planting his feet, and it would havebeen funny if not for the situaiton the way his arm nearly yanks out of its socket and rubberbands him back. He looks back at Road, exasperated. "Fuck what is it now?"
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