We are a literate, intermediate to advanced AU Transformers RPG Based off of the first season of TFP with dashes of other incarnations sprinkled here or there. Characters from any continuity are welcome however must be restyled to match the TFPrime universe.
Active, with ongoing plotlines, we are always willing to integrate new characters into storylines once incorporated into the setting.
Post by Windshield on Feb 26, 2021 15:10:44 GMT -5
Being ignored suited Windshield just fine. It gave him enough space and time to open fire and support his "dear new buddy" Prowl. Everything about that sentence sounded wrong in his head, but that was the life now.
Windshield did not waste a single moment preparing, and his trigger fingers quickly snapped to action. Two continuous beams of blue energy shot out towards the Vehicon, aiming to undermine his bottom half in an attempt to make it considerably more difficult to dodge Prowl's suppressive fire.
"Fine by me. Ain't like I was gonna let that zit pretend I'm invisible," he scoffed in Prowl's general direction. Attitude aside, Windshield was quick to follow orders and maintain his sights on the enemy. It seemed as if he was more goal-oriented than first impressions would lead one to believe.
After all this time a Vehicon thought a little gunfire would deter the old Wrecker from his target. When the shots were fired he darted off to the side to dodge, forced to now curve slightly in from the left instead of straight on as he had been originally. His focus still remained the same, even if his angle of attack had been forced to change. He lowered his frame and tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword until the opportune time to strike presented itself. Thankfully there wasn't far to go since he had started to charge the moment he threw the other Vehicon (2), but with the continued rapid fire of the Vehicon's blaster he'd still have to act quickly since the closer he got, the harder it would be to avoid being hit. If he attempted anything from this distance it was sure to miss and would give the Vehicon a chance to launch a countermeasure.
In hindsight he had to give them proper credit where it was due for not being the older models that turned and ran. Apparently all the cloning had finally produced some cannon fodder who were either too stupid to recognize a threat when they saw one, or had their programming so screwed up they didn't know how to hit the hills running. Too bad they hadn't learned any other fighting moves to make them worthier opponents. For seasoned fighters who had endured the worst of the worst there was little that honestly made him even flicker and optic anymore. Hindsight was always 20/20, and this may have turned out to be the worst day these two Vehicons would have.
When he felt he had closed the gap enough, he stopped running and slammed his pedes down and turned his frame sideways, exposing his left side to his opponent as inertia carried him forward in A spark-flying slide that resulted in an ear-piercing screech of metal cutting into the asphalt that left etched marks behind to show signs of his trajectory. He raised his sword that was held firmly in his left servo and swung out at an upcurved angle with the broad side of the sword forward. At that moment a blast hit the metal, sending a surging vibration up through the hilt and into his servo and forearm that caused him to loosen his grip momentarily to cope with the force of impact, which in turn caused the blade to rotate and the top tilt back with the sharpened edge facing the Vehicon. A second shot barely cleared his shoulder and struck one of the cosmetic wings behind it. Good thing with the firepower at close range that he hadn't been facing the Vehicon with the side out that had his grenade strapped to his hip or else the fight may have ended a little sooner than planned- not that the Wrecker had a distinctive care about it, though he hadn't really made plans on dying today.
Hoping that the focus would be on the sword and avoiding having his head cleared from his shoulders as the Wrecker swung it towards him, Wheeljack's hidden right servo lifted up from where it was at his side as he finally came to a screeching halt, having converted into his secondary weapon while using the other noises he'd been making as a distraction to hide the transformation. With the canon held close to his chest just under the clearance between his frame and arm as he was in mid swing, he let off a single round blast with hopes that at least one would either hit its mark, or that it would throw the Vehicon off enough that he could finish it off with the very blades he was well-known for using and felt more comfortable with.
Armor blistered up and off the hood of the vehicle as the blast hit, bits of shrapnel punching into the air to glint with lingering Energon fueled ammunition. A snarled growl of pain filtered out with this, though it was muddled and blurred beneath the angry roar of engines being pushed to their maximum capability in such a short distance. No matter how much the injury may hurt, no matter how deep it may have pierced, there was no time to even appropriately react when the Vehicon's vision was suddenly blotted out by his intended target.
Thankfully Prowl rolled to the side.
While it would have been great if he could have rammed his bumper right into the notorious mech's knees, perhaps damaging his legs to a lasting injury if it was bad enough... an injury he could boast about back at base to flex and show off to others! Yet, there was an underlying sense of joy and freedom it brought as well. No damage to his grill, no additional pain to go hand in hand with a layer of his roof being skimmed clean off. His desire to attain no more injuries however was logically nonsense. With two against one, the chances of him skirting out of this with his life was narrowed down a good amount.
The best the Vehicon could do was try to continue to floor his speed, especially as gunfire shot suddenly at his frame from both sides. He knew he was at a severe disadvantage here, and that he had to try to team back up with the other two for a three on three, even if it was lopsided with recognizable figureheads. It was better to go back to back with the others than try to stand his ground and go down fighting. Cowardly? Perhaps. I was a bit confident in his skills up until this point, but there was no use in playing hero.
Gunfire from both sides rang out, a series of shots peppering the area while a twin pair of continuous beams carved a dangerous line. Moving at high speed made him slightly more difficult to hit, but that did not make it impossible as more armor blistered and broke off from his back door and bumper, while a single gored line hooked up the opposite side. It hurt, it truly hurt quite a bit. There was no way to pretend to be invincible and shrug off the damage, especially as Energon splattered onto the ground below, yet, makeshift adrenaline and fear was a very powerful motivator, and the black and purple muscle car snarled while wheels screeched down the straight road like he was running out of The Pit.
::You two better have your slag together! It's Windshield AND Prowl. Finish off what you are doing and get over here, NOW::
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Of for frag's sake, he deflected a blast with his sword? What kind of TV show nonsense was this?!
Vehicon One's helm reeled back at this, a sort of startled 'look' implied with the flare of his red visor and hike of shoulders. The cannon he had been firing pulled back with a wrench, not sure if he should continue shooting or if he should try another tactic that could counter what was coming next. It was a consideration that was sidelined by more pressing concerns however, namely needing to shift to the defensive over going offensive so that he could keep his helm cleanly on his shoulders.
The idea of decapitation was not a fun one that he hoped to experience any time soon in any way, and as such he thrust his weight backwards with a heave, trying to hook his upper body away from the blade's trajectory. Pairing with this was his left leg sliding back to catch his balance, a screech of metal that was muffled beneath Wheeljack's forward momentum skidding to a halt. The soldier's arms also swung out in tandem, further aiding in the quick dodge and halting his topple, resulting in the blade cleanly missing his helm to cut through the air with an audible slice from its momentum and speed.
All this may have been valuable, but it left his chest wide open and bared for the gun.
The impact hit hard at borderline point blank, a surged pop of blue formed of energy and fuel bursting between them with a bang. The Vehicon was thrown back at this with a partial spin from his slid back leg, upper body wrenching to the side as a cry of pain barked out. Momentum carried him once again then, completely pivoting around to attempt to keep from falling, while his left hand which was not a firearm slapped up to clutch at cracked and damaged plating that oozed luminous fuel from its depths.
He could only clutch at the injury in shock at the moment as small pieces of black and charcoal dropped to the ground like clinking coins, focused on trying not to fall down from his spin, gaze locked on Wheeljack.
::In case you forgot It's WHEELJACK::
Vehicon Two snarled this out through comm's to his partner, an angry pained hate behind it that was hard to miss. The soldier was laying on the ground still from his toss, not able to really get up to his feet fast enough as his teammate was dancing at the edge of death. In a last ditch effort to try to help, he swung his gun up and tried to fire at the Wrecker from his downed position, trying to aim more towards his hip and legs in an attempt to slow his pursuit and give the other trooper some breathing room.
As if it would do too much unless they were lucky.
As soon as the Vehicon’s chosen action became known to Prowl, that their opponent was choosing to flee, most likely to link back up with his teammates to even the odds, Prowl’s mind raced into action and moved like the speed of light. When it came down to the basics, this fight was no different from a street fight from pre-war or even during the war. And the way to win those fights was to overwhelm the opponent. Tactics played a part, strategy was necessary, but all it really came down to was could you overwhelm them with either the level of violence you brought to the table, or the sheer weight of the forces at your disposal.
Problem for Prowl was, he didn’t entirely trust the forces at his disposal. On the one hand, he had a capable fighter in Wheeljack, certainly worth the reputation that came with him. However part of that reputation, backed by Prowl’s own experience with the Wrecker, meant that he knew Wheeljack did not take orders easily. On the other hand, he had someone who while was a bit rough around the edges, seemed to follow orders nicely. Too nicely given Windshield’s background though. Prowl was not completely convinced as to where the former Decepticon’s loyalty truly lay.
So as much as he would like to send Windshield to back up the Wrecker, or go himself and leave Windshield to finish up here, he wouldn’t. Prime might trust him enough to let him roam free, but that did not mean that Prowl would not keep an eye on him.
“After him!”
With that order to Windshield, Prowl activated his T-cog and shifted into his police car alternate form and took off after the fleeing Vehicon, engine howling as the gas pedal inside his interior was pinned to the floor while tires spun briefly before catching purchase on the ground. This was Prowl with the fangs out, ready to kill. He would accelerate and move off to the left side of the pursuit path so that when he caught up to his target, he could be on the left side.
“Take the right side, close up to him and we’ll box him in. We cannot let him live!”
Post by Windshield on May 12, 2021 14:37:21 GMT -5
Windshield swiftly followed in the Autobot's footsteps—or tire tracks as it so happens, and dashed after the Vehicon. He broke into a sprint upon which the signature sound of a transformation accompanied his shifting shape into an oppressive muscle car. With engine roaring, the turncoat sped up so that he could perform as Prowl ordered. In an attempt to corner the Vehcion, Windshield shifted to the soldier's right and accelerated, kicking up a cloud of dust behind.
Of course, he was quick to dismiss the unsubtle hint towards Prowl's intentions. For Windshield, killing the Vehicon was not a favorable option. After all, he was going straight now, wasn't he? That meant no more killing unless necessary. But he could pretend to have honor and compassion, and integrity once they were actually done fighting. For now, his optics were firmly focused on the high-speed chase. Besides, it's not like he could defend the Vehicon. How would standing up for the enemy—an enemy he was up until very recently part of—reflect on Windshield's claims of redemption?
His cover had a cost, and if it were to be paid with the lives of common foot soldiers, so be it.
One Vehicon was hit, probably on the brink of meeting whatever maker their cloned selves responded to. As much as he wanted to shift his focus entirely on the second one who was far less injured, he also knew it was best to clean up the trash before switching his direction of attack. Not to say he couldn't just hit both of them and call it a day, but where was the fun in that? Two Vehicons was hardly something to even blink at considering he'd faced marauders who were two or three times their size and ten times nastier.
That said, it was a saving grace that Wheeljack never let his guard down when he was in combat so he'd seen the downed brat lift his weapon just as he was prepping to finish off the first. When the shot rang out he leapt to the side and rolled, ending in a kneel. He'd avoided a direct hit, but he still felt a small surge of heat coming from his leg where the radial charge from the blast passed him. He looked at the second Vehicon and narrowed his optics. Without skipping a beat, Wheeljack reestablished his grip on his sword's hilt and rushed forward, using the position on the ground to give himself an extra burst behind his sudden charge. He ran with his sword angled behind him so he could still swing it up to defend himself in case he needed to, but at the moment he was still offensive.
He knew that the cat was out of the bag at this point and the cover of their fearless mission lead was probably revealed already unless he was still playing tag in their alt modes. They may have been pretty dumb, but he hoped there was some part of a working processor that could put one and one together. He didn't doubt that they at least knew Windshield's car mode. But that wasn't his concern at the moment.
Right now he was gunning for the second downed Vehicon with full intentions of swinging right for him when within range. He aimed for that gunning arm that had been raised in an attempt to fend him off, and if he didn't move it? It'd be a much worse situation for him. Not that he had many options open to him as he lay there, but Wheeljack also didn't care so long as he made a hit substantial enough to end one of them so he could move on to the next.
Not that he cared much, but there was a part of him that was a little baffled that Prowl and Windshield hadn't arrived at this point. Here he was in a reverse scenario, holding his own against two Vehicons. Surely a fight of two against one Vehicon should have ended by now?