Flashback – Cities of Dust – Closed
Jan 8, 2013 13:28:11 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2013 13:28:11 GMT -5
"You're looking a lot less pretty right now," Clutch Kick deadpanned. "Mmmn. Yeah, definitely glue-exposed. You're pit-cursed lucky it's just your hands, and I'm sorry to tell you, you're gonna lose 'em. We can get replacements once you're evaced but I am not gonna risk this scrap spreading into your neurals. I've seen enough of what that does for one sparktime." The medic's hand went to the over sized boxy pack on his backplates; a panel opened and a bundled pack of tools, high grade energon and chemical canisters slid into his waiting servos.
More thunderous booms resounded through the air and shook the ground. Dirt Drop's dual ion fragmentation cannons were turned upwards, swatting incoming seekers and bombers; he himself was covered in ground troops who were desperately trying to hammer through his thick armor. Their numbers were falling and the tide had been turned. Retreat would soon be called for the Decepticon forces.
A small, ridiculously fast motorcycle whipped past, form vanishing into a cloaking field. A string of detonations went off behind its pathway through now disrupted and confused Decepticon troops, now milling about and falling into bouts of friendly fire.
"Nice to meet you Sideswipe. Wish it had been under better circumstances." At the mention of recruiting, Clutch Kick chuckled, deftly maneuvering tools and scanning for Sideswipe's pain sensors to shut them down. "As far as recruiting goes, that is nothing I or the boss have anything to do with. I'm just Autobot special forces like Dirt Drop and Feint. Wreckers are a bit of a law unto themselves."
The questions Sideswipe rolled in his processors about Shiftlock's origins and beginnings might have underwhelmed him had he known. There was no glorious military sparking, no Slaughter City upbringing, no warrior-design in her heritage - she was nothing more than a low-caste nameless courier with an indomitable will and an overloaded desire to protect those who had no means to protect themselves. It had been her reason for joining the Autobot cause, and it had been the purpose behind her selection for the Wreckers. When given the chance to upgrade to military specs, she had only asked for greater armoring and reinforcement to allow her to soak up the hell aimed at others and come back hungry for more.
She was making fast work of the ant-swarm over Dirt Drop; attaching her blade to the end of her grapple, Shiftlock was swirling, snapping and whipping the blade with timed precision through the ground troops. Vehicon heads were simply flying.
"You're getting high-grade but not engex. The last thing I need on my hands is a patient so over-energized I can't tell if his memory circuits are fried or he's fragged-up," Clutch Kick firmly replied as he loaded a cylinder of condensed energon into an injector. "My job is to stabilize you enough for transport, not serve as your bartender."
"Not that I blame you for wanting something to drink right about now."
(ooc: modified the team a little bit with Shiftlock so we don't have extra Wreckers.)
More thunderous booms resounded through the air and shook the ground. Dirt Drop's dual ion fragmentation cannons were turned upwards, swatting incoming seekers and bombers; he himself was covered in ground troops who were desperately trying to hammer through his thick armor. Their numbers were falling and the tide had been turned. Retreat would soon be called for the Decepticon forces.
A small, ridiculously fast motorcycle whipped past, form vanishing into a cloaking field. A string of detonations went off behind its pathway through now disrupted and confused Decepticon troops, now milling about and falling into bouts of friendly fire.
"Nice to meet you Sideswipe. Wish it had been under better circumstances." At the mention of recruiting, Clutch Kick chuckled, deftly maneuvering tools and scanning for Sideswipe's pain sensors to shut them down. "As far as recruiting goes, that is nothing I or the boss have anything to do with. I'm just Autobot special forces like Dirt Drop and Feint. Wreckers are a bit of a law unto themselves."
The questions Sideswipe rolled in his processors about Shiftlock's origins and beginnings might have underwhelmed him had he known. There was no glorious military sparking, no Slaughter City upbringing, no warrior-design in her heritage - she was nothing more than a low-caste nameless courier with an indomitable will and an overloaded desire to protect those who had no means to protect themselves. It had been her reason for joining the Autobot cause, and it had been the purpose behind her selection for the Wreckers. When given the chance to upgrade to military specs, she had only asked for greater armoring and reinforcement to allow her to soak up the hell aimed at others and come back hungry for more.
She was making fast work of the ant-swarm over Dirt Drop; attaching her blade to the end of her grapple, Shiftlock was swirling, snapping and whipping the blade with timed precision through the ground troops. Vehicon heads were simply flying.
"You're getting high-grade but not engex. The last thing I need on my hands is a patient so over-energized I can't tell if his memory circuits are fried or he's fragged-up," Clutch Kick firmly replied as he loaded a cylinder of condensed energon into an injector. "My job is to stabilize you enough for transport, not serve as your bartender."
"Not that I blame you for wanting something to drink right about now."
(ooc: modified the team a little bit with Shiftlock so we don't have extra Wreckers.)