Flashback – “De Facto” – Closed
Jun 7, 2012 22:06:48 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2012 22:06:48 GMT -5
“Yeah, yeah big guy,” drawled their third mech, who’s alt was a kind of docking-yard hover transport. The electromagnetic cycle pads set all along the bottom of his chassis were kicking up dust and debris as he hummed along almost perfectly silently besides Orion’s and Hide’s wheeled alt-modes. He skated around in front of Ironhide, driving backwards in front of him, almost bumper to bumper with the massive vehicle. “We all know ‘ow ta duck’n cover. Promise ta hide like a little sparklet when ya say.”
Orion, plowing over a long strip of crater-pocked street, cast a sidelong look at the smaller mechanoid who promptly spun away from the weapon specialist and started skating back and forth across the ruined road ahead of him. “What is your designation?”
“Bladetech. Nice ta meetcha, Prime.”
::Likewise, but restrict chatter to inter-Autobot radio until further notice.::
Bladetech’s headlight flashed once in what the young Prime supposed was assent before jetting off head of them, his engine noise cutting dramatically as he rounded a corner and the trio continued on in relative silence before, three blocks later, Bladetech stopped before existing sidestreet into one of the main thoroughfare, backing his alt almost directly into Orion’s front fender. He pinged hasty Autobot shorthand for ‘enemy’ and Optimus very quietly transformed and moved to look very quickly around the corner. Blue optics refocused, irising wide before he ducked back out of sight and moved back to crouch with the other two.
::Bit of luck.::
::Both combiner teams,:: pinged Bladetach rather enthusiastically. :: Ain’t combined yet, we just gotta kill one of each team and there aint no combiners.::
::Correct. Blade tech, one story up. Balcony. Grenade. Then cover fire. :: The other mech immediately jerked his chin up and Orion laid one hand palm up on the ground. The trooper fit the heel of his pede in the Prime hand, slapped him on the shoulder and was launched gently up on level, the bot catching the edge of the ledge, pulling himself up and edging out of sight. Orion looked to Ironhide, his optics, perhaps, wider obove the edge of his battle mask than they should have been..:Are you ready?::
Orion, plowing over a long strip of crater-pocked street, cast a sidelong look at the smaller mechanoid who promptly spun away from the weapon specialist and started skating back and forth across the ruined road ahead of him. “What is your designation?”
“Bladetech. Nice ta meetcha, Prime.”
::Likewise, but restrict chatter to inter-Autobot radio until further notice.::
Bladetech’s headlight flashed once in what the young Prime supposed was assent before jetting off head of them, his engine noise cutting dramatically as he rounded a corner and the trio continued on in relative silence before, three blocks later, Bladetech stopped before existing sidestreet into one of the main thoroughfare, backing his alt almost directly into Orion’s front fender. He pinged hasty Autobot shorthand for ‘enemy’ and Optimus very quietly transformed and moved to look very quickly around the corner. Blue optics refocused, irising wide before he ducked back out of sight and moved back to crouch with the other two.
::Bit of luck.::
::Both combiner teams,:: pinged Bladetach rather enthusiastically. :: Ain’t combined yet, we just gotta kill one of each team and there aint no combiners.::
::Correct. Blade tech, one story up. Balcony. Grenade. Then cover fire. :: The other mech immediately jerked his chin up and Orion laid one hand palm up on the ground. The trooper fit the heel of his pede in the Prime hand, slapped him on the shoulder and was launched gently up on level, the bot catching the edge of the ledge, pulling himself up and edging out of sight. Orion looked to Ironhide, his optics, perhaps, wider obove the edge of his battle mask than they should have been..:Are you ready?::