Ep. 1 - Think Tank - (Closed)
Oct 12, 2014 16:14:32 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2014 16:14:32 GMT -5
Fairwinds was quite skilled at scrabbling around on a near-vertical surface. Docking underneath Megatron's chassis made her quite skilled at throwing herself down with gravity, or swinging about to one side out of the way at almost zero notice. It was trickier to maneuver on something as small as a human (even one as thickly padded as this), not to mention the jerking.
The cumbersome suits were to the cassette's benefit, as the shot only missed her exposed back by scant inches. She shrieked in indignant shock, the sound much like a car crash run through a synthesizer, and slashed her talons against the padding that bit deeper as she climb around to the squishy's back.
In the commotion and confined space, with her processors still reeling from busting out of the simulated reality and lingering traces of their sticky digital fingers all over her brain, Fairwinds was finding it hard to prioritise targets. She wanted the laptop, and she wanted out. That was as far as her processor was getting.
The MECH agents inside whatever transport this was needed subduing. Simmons had dropped the laptop, but was already making moves to get it back. And she doubted the rest of the grub-suited bozos were going to let her just fly out with it.
As well as they'd managed to keep her subdued with their technology up until now, Fairwinds was quite confident that they were basically scrambling about their contingency plan now. She was also pretty sure that even MECH agents needed faces to function, and as those were the only easily-accessible targets she'd been presented with...
Launching over the collar of the one she'd been using as a shield, Fairwinds sank her talons into the chest padding of the soldier wielding the shotgun. He smacked her round the head with it trying to shoot her, but she was more interesting in smashing her head through the clear protective shield across his oh-so-mashable face meat.
The cumbersome suits were to the cassette's benefit, as the shot only missed her exposed back by scant inches. She shrieked in indignant shock, the sound much like a car crash run through a synthesizer, and slashed her talons against the padding that bit deeper as she climb around to the squishy's back.
In the commotion and confined space, with her processors still reeling from busting out of the simulated reality and lingering traces of their sticky digital fingers all over her brain, Fairwinds was finding it hard to prioritise targets. She wanted the laptop, and she wanted out. That was as far as her processor was getting.
The MECH agents inside whatever transport this was needed subduing. Simmons had dropped the laptop, but was already making moves to get it back. And she doubted the rest of the grub-suited bozos were going to let her just fly out with it.
As well as they'd managed to keep her subdued with their technology up until now, Fairwinds was quite confident that they were basically scrambling about their contingency plan now. She was also pretty sure that even MECH agents needed faces to function, and as those were the only easily-accessible targets she'd been presented with...
Launching over the collar of the one she'd been using as a shield, Fairwinds sank her talons into the chest padding of the soldier wielding the shotgun. He smacked her round the head with it trying to shoot her, but she was more interesting in smashing her head through the clear protective shield across his oh-so-mashable face meat.