Firefly
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Post by Firefly on Dec 31, 2011 19:37:59 GMT -5
This time her blocking movement was a much larger motion, as she pounced on him similar to the way a cat would, with a twist to the side to graze her not-so-numb wing against the ground. She cried out against the delicate sensors, but only for a moment. She hoped to either catch him from the pounce, or re-direct him with the double-wing, which, even if placed on the center of her back, was about as far away from her as he was tall at it's furthest normally-horizontal point, and half again as wide in this position. If she missed, it made a nice momentary wall, hopefully enough to block him long enough for the feet that were behind her in the pounce to catch him in the fly-by. It was, really, a three tiered motion. Wings came in handy.
"I'm trying to protect her from you, you little idiot! All you've managed to do is raise the chances of harm befalling her!" [/color] Her voice was strained, and she knew she couldn't talk reason into the young mech, but maybe a couple of stray words might, possibly sink through. Unlikely, but possible. Meanwhile, she tried to force her holoform to move a bit faster, but she was starting to have a couple of issues holding a two person battle with a single mind. She'd definitely have to practice at this. Somewhere around the time her primary form spoke, her holoform responded to Jessica's query. The effort put into making the holoform respond was very minimal, though, and as such, there wasn't much of an inflection on the tone besides the base vocal coding. In other words, it sounded like her, but the accent was gone, emotion gone... Basically, very, very flat. It was obvious the effort she was taking with the split focus. The holoform hardly seemed to respond to the smack besides a sharp flinch. "What's wrong? We aren't human. There are many things perfectly normal to us that you wouldn't get immediately. You'll have to specify." Conversation was not her current strong point, seeing as keeping the human alive was taking so much attention. Hopefully, she'd appreciate it, but with humans, who knows?[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Jessica Ross on Jan 1, 2012 18:37:56 GMT -5
Jessica stopped struggling at least, realizing she wasn't making things easier on either of them and groaned. "Good flipping gravy, does no one talk anymore? Oh, wait, silly question. Nope, not even humans. Just flipping great, really. Whiplash is being a moron, there is a fight, and I could get squished, all with my last words to my brother being, 'For the love of all that is merciful, will you please stop being an idiot and just, for once, get over it?' At least, I think I said that," she muttered, giving up on struggling while they made for cover.
She was still tense, but her guilt was buried under heaps of anger and annoyance. Well, more annoyance then anger actually.
On second thought, it was all annoyance.
"Whiplash, will you please stop being a moron and calm down? I don't want to haunt you for the rest of eternity!" she shouted, making sure to angle away from Firefly's holoform's ear.
She wasn't sure how the holoform worked, but she would think it word like a human, beyond not being a human.
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Post by whiplash on Jan 1, 2012 23:17:35 GMT -5
Whiplash had been ready to dodge, and he darted away from her pounce. His movements were also catlike, utilizing all four limbs, giving him the ability to change direction very quickly. He would have gotten away if she hadn’t moved in with the wing. He was moving too fast to be blocked off, but the edge of the wing actually hit him. He ended up getting caught in the edge of it, rolling, and then became very firmly pinned.
The wing was pushing down on his stomach plating, leaving him flat on his back. Needless to say, he was not happy about this development, and he gave a shrill hydraulic hiss of pure rage. Then would have been a perfect time for him to stop being a moron, but he did not. He completely ignored Jessica’s desperate cry and turned on the wing, raking his claws down the edge he could reach.
One of his tentacles had gotten pinned underneath him in the roll, and the other was jabbing the wing repeatedly. It seemed to be an instinctive motion, because the tentacle wasn’t active. Firefly wasn’t getting any juice, but the blade-like prod was jabbing her poor wing again and again, and Whiplash was not being gentle with his claws. He was probably causing her a fair amount of pain, but he’d been caught. He was effectively helpless.
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Firefly
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Post by Firefly on Jan 2, 2012 20:16:12 GMT -5
As her sensors effectively screamed at her, she forced herself to stay in place as she shifted her arm into position, her arm rifle sliding out and clicking into position. This was her most dangerous weapon, meant for long range, but hopefully, the rifle that was almost as long as her arm would be enough to intimidate him - into either panicking, or into submission. She shouldn't have to use it, though. She didn't want to, anyway. If it came down to it, she'd aim for his arm. As soon as it was ready, she pushed the nose of the rifle in his face, charging it and growling, again, hoping he'd get the point.
Her holoform took the opportunity to duck behind a corner with Jess, trying to get lost in the limited hiding spots there were. "Look, I understand family fights pretty darned well, and I understand that you're upset, but now is not the time. If you want to see your brother again, than please, please be quiet enough that this fight won't kill you! For me it's too late, but you can still make up!" She spoke in a quick whisper, conveying her frustration, her pain - physical and emotional - and her panic as best she could, even though her attention was so torn. Her holoform's hair was getting in her eyes, and that was annoying, too. She shook her head sharply to try to get it out, only to make her head hurt suddenly from the motion. Did humans always deal with this? [/blockquote]
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Post by Jessica Ross on Jan 3, 2012 1:40:10 GMT -5
Jessica resisted the urge to glare at Firefly's holoform. She just barely managed, but it was hard. She was annoyed and she huffed. "It's only too late when everyone is dead and buried. Or incinerated. My big brother goes on for awhile, but always ends with, 'but the main fact, is that it's only over when the fat lady sings.' Of course, he only goes into his long rambling rant when he's trying to make me laugh, but the whole thing is; if they aren't dead, there is always a chance, no matter how bad things get, no matter how mad everyone is at each other, it isn't over till people are dead," she retorted and tensed a bit, letting the holoform haul her off.
Her legs were still unable to tense though.
She let out a sharp hiss and gripped tighter onto the holoform as spasms ran through her legs, causing them to twitch. When it was over, she relaxed slightly. "And I'm yelling at him because it worked last time, okay? Whips is a bit of a moron and stubborn, but I got through to him before. I'm just trying to do so again before someone ends up dead, or worse," she responded, standing firm on her wish to try and help.
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Post by whiplash on Jan 3, 2012 1:47:54 GMT -5
Whiplash’s attention immediately focused on the muzzle of the rifle. He went very still.
It was not, of course, the first time that he had been on the receiving end of such firepower. For a moment poor Firefly probably thought she had knocked some sense into the young Cybertronian, but the moment passed and Whiplash hissed pure defiance up at her. She could kill him with a single twitch of her finger, and he knew it, yet still he didn’t balk.
He retracted his visor and his battle-mask with a click, glaring up at her with his four acidly green optics. Underneath them, his sharp mouthparts were set firmly in vicious determination. There was no fear in his eyes, or his bearing. There was only scorn, anger, defiance. “Go on,” he snapped, “yer never gonna get a better shot, Autobot.”
There was no doubt that the Decepticon was expecting a killing blow.
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Firefly
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Post by Firefly on Jan 7, 2012 17:46:32 GMT -5
Jessica had gotten through to her. A little bit. Her holoform held her just a little bit tighter as she twitched, but then set her down in a safe, relatively comfortable spot. With a heavy sigh, she replied. "I suppose there is reason to that. I'd take you back, but I don't want any blood on my hands, and I really don't want to hurt him any more than I have to... Which... Well, I've gone a bit too far at this point. He will live, but he will likely not be happy about it." With a grim grin, quickly turning into a light scowl, the holoform sat beside Jess, not wanting to leave her alone and unable to move.
In the meantime, her main form hesitated slightly, before shooting the smaller mech in the arm. It wasn't a killing strike, more like a warning. "Yield and I'll make sure Jessica isn't hurt. You can take her and go." [/color] She spoke after her weapon had discharged, likely completely destroying the functionality of the arm. In this odd position, she had to admit. She'd pushed the little mech - this fight was her fault. She should have left them alone, but she had to nosy in. What a wonderful femme she is..[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Jessica Ross on Jan 7, 2012 18:23:56 GMT -5
Jessica looked over at the holoform at her words. She stared a bit and then asked, quietly, "What do you mean?"
Distant, she thought she heard something. She twisted, ignoring the way it pulled on her muscles and then looked back at Firefly's holoform. She stared and then let out a tired sigh, before she leaned over, biting through her lip to keep from letting out the scream of agony as her muscles, both injured and just refusing to work right now, rebelled painfully.
It was worse then anything and it spread up to her lower back muscles. Her fingers tensed against the concrete and some tears slid out from the pain, dropping onto the concrete below.
"I'm fine," she gritted out, even if no question was asked.
Because, while it was a lie, it was her lie.
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Post by whiplash on Jan 8, 2012 0:12:11 GMT -5
Whiplash’s four optics tracked the movement of the cannon as it flicked to the side, away from his head--and then it fired, filling his world with noise and heat and pain. The rifle was probably longer than Whiplash was tall, or at least nearly so, and the force behind it devastating. It didn’t just destroy functionality in his arm. It destroyed the entire arm.
He screamed, a harsh screeching noise, digging the claws of his remaining hand into Firefly’s wing. He wasn’t actually trying to hurt her that time; it was just an instinctive reaction. The blast from the rifle had actually melted some of the components of Whiplash’s shoulder together, and this was lucky in that it meant that it meant he would not be in danger of severe energon loss, but a startling amount of the substance did flow forth, spattering on the scorched pavement.
He was shaking when the blast ended, when his scream ended, his eyes narrowed into hateful slits and his small frame wracked by the trauma of the wound. “Frag you,” he hissed, his voice tight and raw with agony. “I don’t believe a fraggin’ word you say.”
Firefly was blaming herself for this encounter, but she was not at fault. She had startled them by swooping down an indulging her curiosity, but that didn't necessarily mean she had deserved to be attacked. Even after she had explained herself, Whiplash had responded with violence. She had been more than patient with the young Decepticon, and had given him plenty of opportunities to calm down and handle the situation in a reasonable fashion. None of this was her fault--she had simply played the cards that she’d been dealt.
Whiplash glared at her from the ground, his eyes bright with pain. The ragged remains of his arm were still bleeding energon and lubricants, but only sluggishly. Pinned like he was, he couldn’t do anything to halt the flow. He was in a very precarious position, but he was still flinging defiance in Firefly’s face. “Give her back to me, and then I’ll yield.” How exactly Whiplash intended to fight her with only one arm, only he knew, but he seemed to be willing, if not precisely able, to take the Seeker on.
And he might have been an irritating moron, but it was obvious that he was at the very least a brave irritating moron.
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Firefly
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Post by Firefly on Jan 13, 2012 17:46:17 GMT -5
She tensed up over Whiplash, realizing just how much damage she'd done - she knew it would, but it was different seeing it - and not necessarily wanting to yield so easily. But she knew that this would be the easiest way to end the conflict. Still, she had to make sure. "How do I know you'll yield, not just use the opportunity to turn around and get in an extra shot?" [/color] With a suspicious glare, she retracted the arm rifle, but kept the small mech pinned. It would be suicide for him to continue, but crazy things happened. Her holoform looked at Jess, her ponytail swishing with the head movement, her eyes belaying her minor concern over the situation, her hand wringing in and out of a fist, her jaw slackening just a bit as she hesitated before she spoke. "I believe the conflict might be temporarily resolved... If you're ready to go back. I mean... Yeah. He is injured, though... And hit me if you want, it was the only way I could get through to him."[/color] Her face was grim with the knowledge that she had had to knowingly injure a youngling, but her jaw was set with the knowledge that it was necessary. As a side note, she really wished the bugger would numb out her wing.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Jessica Ross on Jan 13, 2012 17:56:44 GMT -5
Jessica groaned and smacked her forehead. She actually seemed less surprised and more resigned. She sighed and shook her head. "No...I won't hit you. In this case, it really isn't your fault. At all. I could hear most of the fight," she answered calmly, before she slowly rubbed her temples, as if she was used to this, or just getting used to it. She hummed softly and then smiled a bit at Firefly's holoform. "All right, better get me out there before he decides to rip his entire arm apart," she muttered, deciding that was probably going to be his likely action after this.
"And sorry for my part of making the fight harder then it should have been. I really should have paid more attention and not started....hitting you. Again, sorry about that. I've had a bad day. And talk to your brother again. Nothing is ever unfixable, okay? Well, except me," she stated, with a smile, before she laughed a bit at the last part.
"WHIPS! DID YOU GET YOURSELF SHOT?" she suddenly shouted, making sure to aim away from any hearing of the holoform.
If they could hear.
Jess had no idea.
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Post by whiplash on Jan 13, 2012 18:08:31 GMT -5
“You don’t,” Whiplash ground out painfully. “And I don’t know that you’re not going to squish my human like you said you might, earlier.” He wriggled a little under her wing, but the effort to get free was half-hearted. He was still bleeding energon, and warnings were popping up on his HUD. Damn Seekers. Damned Autobots. As much as he didn’t like to admit it, the ball was in her court.
When he heard Jessica call to him, he satisfied himself with the knowledge that she wasn’t, at least, dead yet. For a moment he hesitated, wondering exactly how he was supposed to answer her question. He glanced over to the mangled remains if his shoulder. “…sort of,” he called back to her.
Understatement of the day, and maybe even the year, went to Whiplash.
“So, you gonna let me up or are we finishin’ this?” He asked, returning his venomous gaze to Firefly.
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Post by Firefly on Jan 14, 2012 11:41:25 GMT -5
Being able to divert more of her attention to her holoform, it seemed suddenly much more human that before - even before she had still been doing basic things, like breathing and blinking, while now she was focusing a bit more on facial expressions and other expressive movements. Body language meant a lot to humans - most of it had an intentional purpose back home, unless you were an artist or a scientist. Scientists were just eccentric like that, working in the air on something that wasn't there to represent what they were saying, while artists liked to add the extra motions to their day to day life - especially the motion artists. This isn't to say that they never had extraneous body language otherwise - it just wasn't quite as important, and took a little bit of extra effort to convert into a human related vocabulary.
Nonetheless, her holoform pushed herself up, rubbing a bit at the spot Jess had hit her earlier, before looking pointedly at Jess. "Might I be permitted to carry you?" Her accent rang clear in those words, even though it didn't quite match her holoform appearance. She stood firm though, even with her arms prepped to hoist the girl up, her boots planted firmly on the ground. It was nice that the ground didn't feel as bad on her holoform as it did on her real form.
Meanwhile, her main body sent one last look at Whiplash, before pushing hard against the ground, hoisting herself up into the air and off of the little bot, backing to retrieve the discarded weapons. She'd have to be more careful about where those went - she didn't want to lose them if she was forced to retreat. Scooping them up, she put each on back where it belonged, without saying a word to the bot on the ground. She didn't offer to help him, either, as he'd undoubtedly deny the offer. She merely retrieved her weaponry and stood firm, wiggling her wing a bit up and down as the pain pestered her. It really did hurt, and she really did want to react, but she really, really did not want to give this mech too much satisfaction. [/blockquote]
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Post by Jessica Ross on Jan 14, 2012 11:57:11 GMT -5
Jessica decided to not make a sarcastic comment about that. Which probably would have been something along the lines of, 'No, I think I'll just walk right on out.' However, she had calmed down, so she merely smiled and answered, "Yes, you may carry me. And, hopefully, Whips won't be a complete moron," she answered warmly and she waited to be lifted up.
"WHIPS! What do you mean 'sort-of'? Does that mean you were shot in the shoulder or something close to your arm?" she demanded, once again making sure not to shout entirely at the holoform standing near her. She resisted the urge to mutter curses at Whips and hope he got it, but she doubted that would help. Even if it felt like it would.
Why did she get attached to Whips in the first place?
"I'm really starting to doubt my judgement," she muttered quietly.
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Post by whiplash on Jan 15, 2012 0:16:34 GMT -5
Whiplash immediately scrambled to his feet, anxious to be out of the helpless position. He reached over to attempt to staunch the sluggish flow of energon from his wound, but internal clamps were already helping the job along. He glanced once at the mangled and charred remains of his limb. They weren’t worth salvaging. He shuffled backwards carefully, eyeing Firefly, expecting her to strike and any moment, and ready to launch a counter-strike. Almost as an afterthought, he gave a slight nod, and his battle-mask snapped back into place.
When Jessica called to him, he tilted his head, listening to her words. He hesitated before replying. “It ain’t that bad,” were his first words. He considered them for a moment. “Well, my arm’s gone, but I’ve had worse!” he amended. He didn’t take his eyes off Firefly as he spoke.
The young mech’s lithe form twitched, and with a flick, one of his tentacles blazed to life again, the end flickering and hissing with electricity. He continued to hold his ground, despite the return of his sting. “She didn’t hurt you, did she?”
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