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Post by Grim Rod on Jun 24, 2012 13:19:40 GMT -5
Soundwave looked down at Ravage. He spoke in low tones. Soundwave: This one is not the weak link in the Autobot chain. We must find some other advantage. Keep optics on high alert, Ravage. He watched the femmebot walk away. However more controlled she may be than he had first though, she could still prove useful...
Warpath's barrage was enough to completely destroy the prone seeker. One shot plowed straight into its laser core, and a flash of pure, briilaint light preceded a shockwave of shrapnel, which bounced harmlessly off Warpath's tank form. However, a more pressing issue appeared as the smoke cleared: where the seeker had been blown apart, so too had the bridge, and while most of the structure remained, the path ahead of Warpath had been replaced with a sheer drop. And the retreating Autobots behind him were pushing him inexorably forwards...
Ratchet glanced upwards as bumblebee finally dragged the body into view. Hoist: Ratchet, this is... Ratchet: Immoral? Barbaric? Maybe, but we can keep him alive and that's what matters. Hoist: There's no conclusive evidence this will work. Ratchet: Do you want his death on your conscience? Hoist fell silent. He glanced at the body that was now next to them, then at Bumblebee, and finally back at Pipes. Hoist: No, no I don't. Primus, forgive me. Ratchet nodded curtly. Ratchet: Bumblebee, there's a laser-scalpel on my trailer. Grab it, then try to work out the alt-mode of that mech you've got there.
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Cherry
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Post by Cherry on Aug 6, 2012 10:05:36 GMT -5
Ravage listened closely to Soundwave, flicking his tail, before nodding slightly, his audio receptors tuned to their highest. Soundwave was looking for the weak link, hmm? He would have to find it. Turning his red optics towards the other fembot, he kept his sensor tuned for anything of importance.
(wee~ \o/ More short posts~ I'm doing so terribly~)
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Post by Firefly on Aug 16, 2012 10:39:32 GMT -5
Arcee decided that now was the perfect time to join in on the work that was left. She wasn't going to let a stiff neck stop her - a little bit of pain could be tolerated. She wasn't weak. With a faintly exasperated expression, that was what she went to do - to see if there was anything at all that was left to do.
In the meantime...
Warpath tried to pull to a stop as soon as he saw the path was down, but it was clear that he'd need to say something, and fast, before their progress pushed him over the edge as well. "Woah! We need another way across!" he tried to shout, but wasn't sure if he'd be heard. Would this be the end of little Warpath? He wouldn't go down like this! He refused! He tried to stop, tried to force those pushing him to do the same, but what good would that do? He needed to think of something, and fast, but all he could think of was to pray for a miracle, unless he wanted to try transforming and stepping his way out of it in a more maneuverable form - but how many others would be pushed over if he didn't get them to stop, too? How fair was that? It seemed like fate just liked to toy with him, sometimes. He'd see if his words spread, but waiting was too nerve racking. They were being backed into a corner and he didn't like it. "The bridge is - BAM - knocked out! Stop pushing!" He wasn't sure what would happen if everybody eventually stopped, but he certainly hoped they thought of something, and fast; he was no flier. Perhaps there was a miracle worker in here somewhere that could pull a temporary repair job of some sort? Bewildered, Warpath could only hope now.
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Post by Grim Rod on Aug 20, 2012 20:02:12 GMT -5
I WILL be replying to this forthwith... but first I need to get everything in this thread in order so I remember what's going on....
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