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Post by Prowl Spartan on Aug 26, 2010 16:25:44 GMT -5
BumbleBee shots at the same time everyone else shoots. He hopes this plan works....
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Post by Grim Rod on Aug 27, 2010 17:59:22 GMT -5
Blasts tore great holes in the section of wall, and the rubble fell in both directions. Still, it fell to the ground safely, without anyone being crushed. Except... Sunstreaker: Ahhh! Sideswipe: Sunstreaker! Sideswipe scrambled over the pile of remaining rubble and through the cloud of dust. He rushed to his brother, who was staring at his arm in horror. As Sideswipe appeared, he looked up at him, struggling to find words... Sideswipe: Sunstreaker? Sunstreaker: I... It... My paintjob... There was a huge scuff on his arm. Sideswipe: You... you stupid... ah! Sideswipe punched his brother in the face, and Sunstrekaer flew backwards. Ultra Magnus: Stop that now! The other Autobots were climbing over the pile of rubble.
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Post by Prowl Spartan on Aug 27, 2010 18:12:14 GMT -5
BumbleBee sighed. 'What the....who complains about their paintjob. That's just ridiculous....' BumbleBee thought as he went started helping others out of the damaged ship.....
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Post by Firefly on Aug 27, 2010 21:05:11 GMT -5
((ooc: ... MY BOOTS! Those are $100 dollar workboots, and I JUST POLISHED THEM! And... You dump them... on... the floor.... Nyooooooo!!!! D8<))
Warpath He panicked a moment, but he was glad his idea worked. At the paint job thing... He could sympathize. If it'd been his cannon... He stopped himself from rubbing it, that'd just be really, REALLY weird. He watched the developing scene, a bit shocked, but stayed calm. "Whabam! And down comes the wall!" He smiled under his mask, looking inside. He'd just seen a couple o' these people...
Arcee She smiled as the wall fell, after looking to the twins worried for a moment. A shout like that oughta be worth a tad more than that! Ah well. At least they're all safe, right?
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Post by Grim Rod on Sept 15, 2010 13:16:24 GMT -5
OOC: I think we'll have to assume that Meraxa's not coming back. Sideswipe nodded with satisfaction, then walked away as Sunstreaker struggled back up again. Sunstreaker: Urgh. He should be court marshelled for that! Ultra Magnus looked from Sunstreaker to Sideswipe, then back to Sunstreaker again. Ultra Magnus: No. Warpath recieved congratulations from a number of the gathered bots. The Decepticon captures by Bumblebee's team gave a sarcastic whoop of joy, so Roulette poked him in the head with her blaster. OOC: Right, let's have a recap of the gathered Autobots, shall we? Ultra Magnus Bumblebee Warpath Arcee Hot Rod Alpha Trion Hosehead Nosecone Bluestreak Ratchet Slapdash Pipes Roulette Captive Decepticon Sureshot Springer Anyone I missed?
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Post by Prowl Spartan on Sept 15, 2010 16:06:19 GMT -5
OOC: Nope. You have everyone from the looks of it! ^_^
BumbleBee congratulated Warpath as well with the rest of the rest of the Autobots. He was glad Warpath thought of that plan. BumbleBee looked around as he saw the destruction that the Decepticons made to the fort. He then remembered Bumper and wondered if he was alright. He looked to Ultra Magnus.
"How did this happen Ultra Magnus? Is Bumper alright? What about Jazz?" BumbleBee asked. He had so many questions. He knew he shouldn't ask so much. So he didn't...
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Post by Grim Rod on Sept 15, 2010 17:21:58 GMT -5
Ultra Magnus: I haven't had any contact with Jazz, but Bumper should be fine. Springer: Should we check on him? Ultra Magnus nodded. Hot Rod: Right! He ran towards the lift. Pipes: Given the damage to this place, I'd take the stairs. Hot Rod, who was ruunning towards the lift, skidded to the right toweards na staircase beyond the crashed ship. Hot Rod: Right! Come on Arcee!
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Post by Firefly on Sept 15, 2010 20:38:49 GMT -5
OOC: Please excuse lack of speech, I'm not in a talky-mood. Warpath Warpath was very happy his plan had worked, and CRASH, the wall had fallen. Sunny'd be onto him for forever, but what's a bot to do? Can't please everybody. He thanked anybody that congratulated him, but did point out it was a group effort, not just him. Without the others, it definitely wouldn't have worked out quite right.
Arcee She too, celebrated as the wall came down. However, she quickly came back to reality at the new news. Hot Rod, running off to help, called her to come with. Ignoring the fluttering feeling as best she could, she took off after him. "I'm comin'!" She called in reply, ready for action.
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Post by Grim Rod on Sept 18, 2010 19:51:00 GMT -5
Ultra Magnus: Okay everyone, I suggest we unload anything useful from the ship and set up a base. Firstly, we need to barricade the main... hole. He looked at the massive gap in the wall. Meanwhile, Hot Rod continued up the staircase. It led up to the next level. The majority of the floor had been destroyed, and sheets of the metal floor littered the area around the ship. Fortunately., the stairs were engineered from stronger metal, as were pathways between the staircases. This left a walkway between each set. So, Hot Rod carried on along the walkway.
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Post by Prowl Spartan on Sept 19, 2010 19:07:47 GMT -5
BumbleBee snuck out of the group and followed Hot Rod and Arcee unnoticed. He kept following them and kept his mind on finding survivors in the building. The main on he was looking for was Jazz. His bud was probably hurt or trying to get reinforcements. But along the way he searched rooms quickly and as best as he could....
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Post by Firefly on Sept 19, 2010 20:26:00 GMT -5
ooc: You sure you want to follow them, little 'lellow one? ArceeGlancing around, Arcee followed Hot Rod, blaster at the ready, not noticing the ((ooc: NEON YELLOW! How could you miss that?!?)) bot behind them. She looked as best she could at the area around them, but kept moving so as not to leave Hot Rod alone and risk him getting injured. Or, that's the excuse her own processors made up. She hoped they didn't overlook anything, though. The eyes of a trained sniper-femme watched every nook and cranny she could as the pace they moved. Warpath "Yes sir." He acknowledged, heading to the ship to help salvage equipment, hopefully not getting in the way.
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Post by Grim Rod on Sept 20, 2010 12:42:39 GMT -5
OOC: I think after this Arcee should be off to the optician's. ;D
Arcee and Hot Rod were too... distracted to notice the door to Hubcap's room on the next level. Bumblebee, however, made his way through the door, and found Hubcap. He was leant over the main terminal in the room. The main screen was displayed some rather fetching static.
Hot Rod turned to Arcee as them made their way up to the third level. There was a hole where the shuttle had crashed, but it was smaller than the hole that the lower floor had become. Hot Rod: You okay, Arcee? He was worried the whole event might have been a little distressing. He certainly felt out of sorts.
Sunstreaker had been forced to his feet by Ultra Magnus, and was now helping Warpath to remove one of the benches from the shuttle. Sunstreaker: thanks for the scuff mark, Warpath. This'll take ages to get out! In the background, Roulette glared at him, while Ultra Magnus rolled his optics.
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Post by Prowl Spartan on Sept 20, 2010 17:16:35 GMT -5
BumbleBee ran over toward Hudcap and tried to see if he was still functioning. "Hudcap. Hudcap! Are you okay? Speak to my pal..." BumbleBee said as he shook Hudcap a bit...He then tried to get Hudcap gently on the ground. Laying against the terminal and looked at the terminal. Examining it a bit you could say. He tried to tap into it if, he could and see what Hudcap was trying to do. Maybe it could lead to some clues that might help later on....
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Post by Firefly on Sept 20, 2010 18:44:45 GMT -5
Arcee Arcee took a moment to answer, scanning over the immediate area again before replying. "I'm fine, Hot Rod..." She did her best to remain in the situation, but did he just... ask her if she was ok? He cared about her! Her processors would be giggling that girly giggle if she weren't so focused on trying to focus.
However, she too felt a bit out of it. It was like a twilight zone. 'This is a war... Get used to it, sister.' She reminded herself solemnly as she looked at the hole. They shouldn't have stopped, really. There could be somebody that needs help, and every second they waste is getting them closer to a forced stasis. Or worse, offlining. Her fingers curled around the pistol for a moment before she re-focused.
"We should get moving and keep looking for anybody who needs our help... Every second is precious..." She hated to say something like that to Hot Rod - this could be her only chance to him! But now wasn't a good time, she reasoned. They had to move.
Warpath Warpath chuckled a bit, before wryly commenting back. "Worse could happen... Like, say, and accidental make-over? Pow! Besides, ya lived, didn't cha? No - Boom! - total loss of limb or life, right?" Under his faceplate, he was smirking a bit, but kept it out of his tone. He WAS, however, prepared if Sunny decided to try anything.
After all, nobody better make fun of his if... He dared not think about it. And Sunny was pretty well known for his vanity, though until recently he hadn't met the bot in person. A lot can happen in a couple of days... A lot. Again, he stopped that thought process, and focused on carrying the bench and making sure Sunny didn't try to injure him. After all, Warpath had witnessed small bits of his temper - and he didn't want to see any more.
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Post by Grim Rod on Sept 21, 2010 13:08:45 GMT -5
Hubcap was perfectly fine, but was shocked when Bumblebee suddenly appeared and grabbed him by the shoulders. After Bumblebee lowered him to the ground, he got up again. Hubcap: I'm fine Bumblebee! He returned to pressing buttons on the terminal. Hubcap: I'm glad the floor didn't collapse anyway. Any casualties?
Hot Rod nodded. He led the way, but only when he was facing away did he let his faceplate fall. Arcee was right, but he didn't like seeing her this serious. She said she was okay, so that was alright. Although, she wasn't really going to tell him if she wasn't, was she?
Sunstreaker glared at Warpath, but said nothing else. Maybe he had a point. But probably not. Sunstreaker: Whatever. I guess you were just trying to help. He and Warpath set by the bench at a near-enough-right angle to the other one. He sat down on it, then looked around. Sunstreaker: I wonder where Bumblebee's gone?
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