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Post by Silverflare on Dec 8, 2013 15:48:46 GMT -5
Swiftwhisper followed, staggering for a second before recovering, the fall had done some damage to her. She resumed running firing as she did so, her path blaster putting the dead to rest once more. She wondered if Chance was still alive, it seemed unlikely. Swiftwhisper doubted on her own survival considering for a few precious moments she had been vulnerable. But her two unlikely comrades in arms had been there. Chance who had been part of her new found allies' group was not with them and therefore it stood to reason that he might be one with the all spark.
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Post by Cutlass Rebooted on Jan 3, 2014 12:09:24 GMT -5
"Any sign of Chance?" Whysp moves forward after Swiftwhisper disposed of the last zombies.
Wraith sends a quick message to Chance. "We can't see where you've hidden away Chance, but the area is clear so we with the addition of one other, will be moving out to find a ship, catch up with us when you can."
He then turns to the other two. "We need to find a shipyard..." He starts walking and climbing up out of the roof of the tower, expecting Whysp and Swiftwhisper to follow. "As we don't have enough currency for a ship we may have to simply take one, I hope you don't have a problem with that Swift."
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Post by Silverflare on Jan 3, 2014 16:07:13 GMT -5
She shook her head as she followed the other two. "No problem at all" Swiftwhisper did not lower her guard at all. She was still not certain whether her current two companions where friends or enemies. For the moment they where allies and since they where still including her in their plan, Swiftwhisper began to take that as a sign that they where allies and not enemies fighting side by side in order to survive against a greater foe.
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Post by Cutlass Rebooted on Jan 20, 2014 17:40:55 GMT -5
"Where on Cybertron are we going to find a ship to take?" Whysp mutters to her partner.
"No idea, we'll just have to keep watch for an opportunity. Did your little shadow find out where the decepticons were heading?" Wraith smashes through a pile of rubble revealing the daylight above which forces him out of his shadow form.
"Well I left him there with them but I've heard nothing since."
"I hope that's a good sign."
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The small shadow dragon had in fact been tailing the decepticons since they boarded their ship, of course keeping himself well hidden and as out of trouble as he could manage. Fortunately the little shadow was good at that... Why hasn't she asked me what I've found yet?The small dragon quietly sighs and slumps, his head resting upon his front claws.I guess I should keep waiting...
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Wraith starts his search for possible targets, quickly finding three. He marks down the coordinates and plans his scouting trip.
"I'll have to take a look around these places after dark, if any are unguarded or weakly defended we'll take what we can get from there. Unless of course anyone has any ideas of how we can get a ship in daylight?"
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Post by DarkXenith on Jan 20, 2014 18:01:56 GMT -5
Chance skittered backward as he came to... low energy must have forced the Minibot offline, for how long he didn't know. All he had to go on was a brief check of his chronometer and even that seemed off-kilter. Moments passed as he registered his location...
...Airvent? D'Slag?...
Then his optics fell on the rifle at his side and he recalled, he'd been fenced in by derelicts and had taken up a more defensible position in here. He was supposed to be with the others - Wraith and Whysp. Where were they?
His comm.link pinged vaguely in the back of his somewhat scrambled consciousness. Responding out of habit he opened the channel to pick up the message; it was Wraith:
"We can't see where you've hidden away Chance, but the area is clear so we with the addition of one other, will be moving out to find a ship, catch up with us when you can."
Optics widening, the little mech kicked his tracker into action and set about homing in on the comm.signal chipping back an urgent response:
"Ang on...comin' comin!! Got stuck in airvent an' must'a offlined or summat. Real low on fuel... trackin' on comm - can ya leave channel open? Be wit' ya quicksharp, see?!"
With that, he started clambering his way up through the airvent system in an attempt to rendezvous with the trio.
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Post by Cutlass Rebooted on Jan 20, 2014 18:23:41 GMT -5
Wraith picks up the response and halts waiting up top. "Good to know you're still alive." He keeps the channel open.
Whysp sits trying to think of a way to get a ship quickly in daylight.
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Post by DarkXenith on Jan 20, 2014 18:40:02 GMT -5
Moments passed as the small black and white worked his way through the mess of vents, heading ever-upward in the direction of the signal. Climbing wasn't one of his especially strong points, but by hook or crook, he'd see daylight again.
Door-wings set, he followed the freshening air intake that filtered down from the surface and eventually came to a grate... which was pretty tightly wedged he realised after a few tries at opening it. Grumbling, he backed off and took aim with the rifle, loosing a shot to try and dislodge the debris preventing his exit. The ploy worked, with one minor hitch. The Mini now found himself with a metaphorical ton of slag to shift from the collapse of the grate and the ensuing debris avalanche.
Dropping his door-wings, he muttered something best not translated and set to work.
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Post by Silverflare on Jan 20, 2014 19:05:02 GMT -5
"Seems your friend is still functioning" Swiftwhispers commenting before retreating inside her mind, that was probably going to be her only response on the matter at hand. She did not make for good company and never seemed to try. She went back to meddling idly with her scatter blaster though her sensors where tuned to the slightest movement or sound that could spell danger.
She did not trust her current comrades but it was doubtful that Swiftwhisper could get close enough to trust anyone who was not her own weapons. It seemed silence from her was a private retreat into her mind in which no one was privy to.
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Post by Cutlass Rebooted on Jan 20, 2014 19:21:32 GMT -5
Whysp jolts upright. "What was that?"
"Probably Chance stuck in an airvent." Wraith moves over towards the sound of the shots taking no time at all to detect the bot's life force.
"Yep, right under here..." He starts shifting some of the debris.
Whysp joins him to aid the process. "If you hear from people you should really mention it..."
"Force of habit." He kicks aside some of the smaller pieces.
Wraith considers asking Swift to help but instead focuses his efforts on shifting the rubble, figuring she'd help if they needed it.
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Post by DarkXenith on Jan 20, 2014 19:54:49 GMT -5
Sure enough, a few layers down, the blue-green glimmer of the Autobot's visored optics could be seen as Chance glanced up at his associates for a moment through a gap in the grating. This was followed by a scuffed white hand, testing the edge of said warped grating and another which clawed determinedly at the rubble below ground level in an attempt to free it.
If he wasn't in such close proximity, he'd blast his way out with an explosive charge. That, however, wasn't a good idea by a long stretch... but it did give him another idea in a similar vein.
"Wrait'...back it up a lil. Gonna give it some acid, get outta here whole lot quicker 'an shovellin' by 'and, see."
Unspacing his pistols, the Mini proceeded to pepper the rubble below with acid pellets in the hope of dissolving some of the chaos on his side. It took a little time, but sure enough, within the space of a few klicks the twisted shards of metal began to corrode and the smaller rocks started to hiss and dissolve. Shortly after that, the pile collapsed inward, providing a convenient slope to the surface
Spying the remains of a support beam amidst the fall, the black and white tugged it loose and threaded it through the grating to Wraith to use as a lever.
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