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Post by Grim Rod on Jul 24, 2010 17:44:11 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, but Bumblebee'll have to make his way out of the ship and hub first.
Arcee's shot struck the same bot Sandstorm had fired at. The two blasts sent him stumbling backward, before he raised his gun and aimed for Arcee. Hot Rod blasted him in the chest and he fell back onto the ground. Hot Rod: Just waiting for the right moment. Sideswipe was now taking on another con. The rest of Warpath's allies agreed, and charged into the fight. The Decepticons were quickly overwhelmed.
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Post by Prowl Spartan on Jul 24, 2010 18:23:11 GMT -5
BumbleBee felt groggy and unwell. The last thing he remembered was the ship going out of control and Scyk was under attack. As he tried to get his sight together as well as his processors, he hoped his team was around.
"BlueStreak....Ratchet.....Sides!!" He called. But his call to them wasn't very loud. He was still recovering. He just hoped his call was heard by the Autobot and not the Cons...
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Post by Grim Rod on Jul 24, 2010 20:01:43 GMT -5
Roulette looked over to Bumblebee. She was sat with her weapon popinted at the captive Decepticon, although he was well and truly out for the count. Roulette: Good to see you're awake, but keep it down. I think there are cons outside. Bluestreak was the next to stir. He was laid out on top of Pipes, who's head was jammed in a footlocker. Bluestreak rolled onto the floor and slowly picked himself up. Bluestreak: Urgh... damned cons.
Sideswipe had just knocked another Decepticon to the ground, when he stopped dead. He could hear Bumblebee's voice coming from inside the hub, though it was faint. He'd been fortunate enough to reach an escape pod before the ship had crashed, but it didn't seem anyone else had. It was lucky he'd landed in the barracks or the cons would surely have killed him. He pelted into the hub.
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Post by Prowl Spartan on Jul 25, 2010 0:56:01 GMT -5
Once BumbleBee's vision came back and he was stable. He looked up at Roulette and nodded. Then he looked to Bluestreak and saw Pipes. He looked back to Roulette.
"What happened when I was out Roulette?" BumbbleBee asked. Then he looked around to see who was around except Roulette, Bluestreak, the con, and Pipes....
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Post by Meraxa on Jul 25, 2010 4:48:09 GMT -5
The cons were beaten, and even as one of the young bots practically barreled into the hub, Alpha Trion felt like this was a good chance to ease up. If he didn't he'd probably overload something. The platform floated beside him, the hologram still retaining itself. "Yep, definitely war. Sure feels like it at least..."
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Post by Firefly on Jul 25, 2010 8:11:09 GMT -5
((ooc: ... Bee, I know you just got in, but the SAME POSTING RULES APPLY!!!! Arg... Wait for EVERYBODY to post before you post... Please? This time it's only two posts... But it easily could've been a lot more.))
Arcee She looked for another potential target, ready to fire. "Took ya long enough!" She said, teasingly, though she was quite grateful that he took the one aiming for them. She didn't want to get shot today. She then noticed that they were taken out. Huh. Not much effort on their part... Odd.
Warpath ((ooc: I've no clue what to post now. Lol.)) As he looked around, he noticed that this was a slightly uneven fight... In their favor. There probably would be more, unless this small group was all they sent... Which was odd, in his opinion. Still, he was ready.
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Post by Grim Rod on Jul 25, 2010 21:21:04 GMT -5
Roulette: The ship crashed, which I suppose is rather obvious. Sideswipe, Hosehead and Sureshot were the only ones to make it to the escape pods in time. As if on cue, Hosehead smashed through shattered remains of the cockpit window and came into the main area. Hosehead: Anyone online? Bluestreak was swaying on his feet. Bluestreak: Yeah, a few of us. Where are Sideswipe and Sureshot? Hosehead: Not sure. They got to the pods before me. In the corner, Nosecone was still recharging, undisturbed by the events. Sunstreaker and Slapdash were out on the floor, while Rathcet was still strapped into his seat.
Sandstorm gripped Alpha Trion's shoulder. Sandstorm: You alright? The other Autobots had gathered together over the Decepticons. Two dead, four off line. Hot Rod: Not a bad haul. He grinned at Arcee. Ultra Magnus shook his head. Ultra Magnus: There will be more. We'd better evacuate that ship. He aimed his thumb in the directiuon of the hub, which Springer and Sureshot were making their way towards. Springer: Weren't you on that shuttle? Sureshot: Yeah, but I got to one of the pods. Of all the places to land, I crashed into my own quarters. Springer: Pretty lucky. Sureshot: Hardly, the place is a mess.
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Post by Prowl Spartan on Jul 25, 2010 22:04:29 GMT -5
BumbleBee sat down and looked to Hosehead. "I'm functional. Pipes is a little stuck." BumbleBee said. He then crawled to Ratchet and tried to unstrap him and try to somewhat catch him from a unsettle fall.
"At least we're still here and functional. I just hope we can get out of here and help save the fortress. I also hope Jazz is Okay..." BumbleBee said as he trailed into thought while getting Ratchet out of his seat....
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Post by Meraxa on Jul 26, 2010 5:05:51 GMT -5
"Fine, just some old memories. And speaking of which..." Alpha Trion got up, and walked towards the large blue bot that was obviously in charge, leaving his platform in the process. "Ultra Magnus, good to see you again. Fancy running into you here."
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Post by Firefly on Jul 27, 2010 19:31:52 GMT -5
Arcee She looked to Hot Rod, shaking her head and laughing silently. "Perhaps..." She smirked a bit, looking around for anything they may have missed...
Warpath Warpath nodded, running to the ship to assist the evacuations. They may need help, and he intended to give it.
((ooc: Short, yeah... Little low on energy. :/ ))
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Post by Grim Rod on Jul 28, 2010 17:56:44 GMT -5
ratchet fell into Bumblebee's arms, and was soon waking from his unconsciousness. Bluestreak shook Nosecone lightly. He spoke drowsily. Nosecone: Huh? What? Bluestreak: Nosecone, we crashed, but we should be okay. Everyone's still alive, although Sideswipe, and Sureshot escaped in pods. Hosehead crossed over to Pipes, who was now waking up too. Hosehead heaved him out of the footlocker, and the two stumbled back. Pipes staggered, and sat down on the footlocker which had kept his head secure. Sideswipe and the ones who followed him made their way into the hub, but came to a halt at a wall of rubble. A small amount of the space behind the wall was visible over the top of it, and an escape pod was buried in the ceiling, with its hatch open. Sideswipe started trying to pull one of the pieces of rubble from the wall, but Springer held him back. Sideswipe: Get off! Springer: You want to crush everyone? That wall could fall on us, or the ship if it's on the other side! Sideswipe struggled free. Sideswipe: Well what do we do?!?
Ultra Magnus would have smiled if not for the mouthplate. Ultra Magnus: Alhpa Trion, thank Primus we have you here. He didn't get a chance to say anymore as his communicator activated. Hubcap: Sir, sir! I need help and quick. Some ship's crashed into the hub and taken out most of the lower floors. I'm stuck on the fourth floor, and I can see Decepticon flyers all over the fort! Hot Rod turned to Arcee. Hot Rod: Well, what should we do. Sandstorm: I think evacuating that building would be the best idea. Ultra Magnus waited for Alphga Trion's assessment.
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Post by Prowl Spartan on Jul 29, 2010 12:19:21 GMT -5
Bumblebee slowly set Ratchet against a wall and stood up bending alittle to Ratchet's height at the moment. "Ratchet. You Okay?" BumbleBee asked Ratchet. Then he looked to BlueStreak and the Hosehead. "They Okay?"
BumbleBee then looked around again. "Do we have any ways out of this ship?" BumbleBee asked anyone....
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Post by Firefly on Jul 31, 2010 18:50:10 GMT -5
((ooc: Ok, I may not be making the best or most in-character posts for a bit. Sorry. :/ )) Arcee She looked at Hot Rod, then the group ahead. She had to admit, she was a bit curious about that one bot up there... Bot of legend? Well, that'd be... a bit... Odd... But they seemed to be doing something. "Perhaps we should go help out with whatever they're doing?" She replied, ready to go help even as she spoke.
Warpath Ah, great. Fliers. Never a good thing. Looks like here was where more action began, and began soon. He braced himself, though he really wanted to get more enemies locked up where they couldn't do any more harm...
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Post by Grim Rod on Jul 31, 2010 19:22:43 GMT -5
OOC: We'll wait for Meraxa, shall we?
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Post by Firefly on Jul 31, 2010 20:38:56 GMT -5
((ooc: 'twas what I was thinking. ))
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