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Post by Alison Texas on Jan 16, 2012 21:08:07 GMT -5
Having noticed the human inside 866 as she passed him, Tex was suddenly confused. A human working with the Cybertronians? What madness was that all about? Whose side was SHE on?! She was also unaware that the other human female was about to perform something of a Chinese fire drill between two of the vehicles. She could see however that she was armed with a weapon she didn't see everyday. Great, things just got more complicated.
Nevermind that, if she ended up killing her too, Tex wouldn't feel much remorse. She would just be a casualty in the mix.
Her attention turned to Blindspot quickly with practically a snap of her neck. The gold visor glistened as she turned and skidded the motorcycle to a stop on the side of the road near the start of the switchback. Seeing Blindspot charge, she acted quickly, hopping off the motorcycle. She would look something like a brave soul daring to make the move she was about to do, but with the black suit of armor, she gave off a more intimidating, reckless and air of unpredictability as she hopped off her motorcycle.
Bending her knees a little, she charged fearlessly, knowing the extent of forces her armor was capable of withstanding. If Blindspot was intent on running her over, so be it, Tex would use her hands to stop him in his tracks with the aid of her armor's indestructible features similar to KITT's and her momentum as well. Only at the last second would she adjust her stance and strike with vertical fists one at a time, it all depended on how Blindspot reacted to what he saw charging at him.
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Post by KI3T on Jan 16, 2012 21:19:05 GMT -5
<"Very well, we will assist once Cira is secure."> But KITT panicked when he saw Tex get off her motorcycle and charge and Blindspot. It took a lot of effort for him to not intervene and transform then and there, but he had to acquire Cira first. 866 and Blindspot were right, Cira needed to be with the sturdiest vehicle whether or not she wanted to fight, and KITT was the one for the job. Every fiber of his being struggled against himself to not shoot forward and shove Tex out of the way in either form. Instead he took the chance to pivot 90 degrees and zip over to 866 between Tex and the motorcycle, and opened his driver door.
His frame partially blocked 866 from the other two for just a moment. Once Cira hopped in, he would shift into reverse and let 866 go forward to help Blindspot. KITT was debating about what to do once Cira hopped in his driver's seat. Should he transform and keep Cira study on his shoulder? Or would that be too dangerous? KITT didn't like being limited in his ways of assisting, not one bit. Of course he wouldn't blame Cira for it. They were partners and had to watch each other's back. But still, it was certainly frustrating now that he had even more options to choose from when it came to fights.
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 16, 2012 21:29:29 GMT -5
"Who the FUCK is that? Or, what the fuck is that?" Cira asked neither robot in particular as she and her AA12 hopped into KITT's driver's seat. "Let's go trigger happy on em!" Cira yelled as she saw Tex threatening to ram at them. With out another word, she rolled down KITTs left window and fired at Tex's helmet with the AA12 just moments after the supposed collision could possibly take place. If it didn't, Tex would be dancing around bullets that had the explosive power of grenades upon impacting a surface.
{"I love this thing!"}
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Post by blindspot on Jan 17, 2012 0:47:38 GMT -5
866 opened his driver’s side door and silently let Cira make the transfer. As soon as she was secure inside KITT, he whirled around the Mustang, following Blindspot’s lead and charging directly for the woman.
Blindspot himself continued to pick up speed, looking for all the world as if he were about to ram her--and then his plates lifted and he was suddenly a flurry of flashing metal, his momentum carrying him forward. His feet struck the ground once, twice, and then he sprang clear over her. He hit the ground behind her in a neat, tucked roll, coming to rest and immediately swiveling to face her.
He landed in a crouch, his legs bent and one clawed hand braced against the concrete for support. His back was arched like an angry cat’s, and his blank, expressionless mask glared down at her for a split second. He knew she had mounted weaponry, but he did not yet activate his scrambler; instead he lashed out with his free hat, simply swatting at the smaller creature in an attempt to knock her off her feet.
At the same time, 866 was roaring towards her. He did not shift out of alt mode, but he deployed the blaster on his hood, powering it up but not yet firing. He was waiting until he got closer. They had the armored human surrounded now, and KITT was rapidly bringing up the rear with Cira. For the moment, Blindspot was still the closest to her, and behind her, unless she turned to face him. If she did, then 866 would begin firing on her; there was a chance he would hit Blindspot, but he knew that taking out this strange human was more important.
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Post by Alison Texas on Jan 17, 2012 6:47:13 GMT -5
Tex ducked low then flipped about to the left then forward to avoid some of the shots from Cira's AA12 as well as narrowly miss Blindspot's clawed swipe once she realized the charge was feigned. She knew it was a smart choice on his part. When she leaped to the side to avoid another exploding bullet, she lifted up the rocket launcher and fired again at Blindspot in close range while withdrawing a light submachine gun and firing at 866 as he charged.
Since she did face 866, Tex charged him in a similar fashion as she had Blindspot, daring him to get close as she stopped firing. She wasn't worried about KITT for now but the human firing at her was certainly annoying. The two drones were doing a good job of keeping her away from KITT, even if they weren't outright thinking about it from her perspective. The fact of the matter was, the road was small and there wasn't much room to move on, so someone had to be behind the main scene of the action.
As Tex fired before initiating her charge when 866 got closer, she aimed for the front tires and grill - not really caring where she hit, but anywhere in that general frontal area would certainly do.
If they began to get jumpy on her, she had other ways to keep them still.
"Leave them alone!" she heard the woman yell.
"Why? They're a threat to our planet!" Tex snarled, having forgotten to use a male voice on her voice filter. Oh well, it didn't really matter.
For all Tex knew, KITT was a Cybertronian. She was also wondering why Cira was driving one, but it was not her fault that she was uneducated about KITT, Interceptor, and KARR - that was one subject Jack had not told her about yet. {"I get it they're awesome, but, damn...why be dominated like that?"} Cira had likely become the Cybertronian's pet -- that was her best guess, and that idea certainly didn't sit well with her as she fought them. Tex was trying to protect their rights as humans, not understanding that a majority of humans had actually decided to willingly accept the Cybertronians (not that she was aware that she misunderstood).
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Post by blindspot on Jan 17, 2012 12:31:45 GMT -5
As soon as his swipe failed to connect, Blindspot was on the move again; he wasn’t the type to stand and fight, he knew his strength lay in avoiding damage. He stepped back just as Tex raised the muzzle of her rocket launcher, and immediately flung himself to one side, tucking and rolling as he hit the ground. He hadn’t had time to activate his scrambler, and it wouldn’t have been as effective in close range, anyway.
He managed to avoid a direct hit, but once again the fragile drone was pummeled with shrapnel. He was eerily quiet, making no sound as he took the damage, not even a grunt. Tex was then concentrating on 866’s charge, and Blindspot transformed; once he had assembled himself, the extent of the damage was plainly concentrated to his hood, which was dented, scraped, and pitted. It hadn’t taken her long to bang up the medic. Blindspot deployed his blaster.
He roared forward in alt mode, charging Tex from behind while 866 continued to speed towards her from the front. 866 could take more damage than Blindspot, and the shots from her light machine gun glanced off parts of the boxy speedster’s front grill. As in in challenge, he increased his speed, seeing her ready herself for a strike.
The two drones were used to fighting in sync with other Decepticons, and a quick, wireless burst between them coordinated their next efforts; as they neared Tex from either side, they swerved, skidding in twin arcs around her, with 866 moving clockwise in one direction, and Blindspot moving around the other side. This would put both of them in her reach, but it also put her between them once more. They both fired as they drifted around her; 866’s shots, should they have connected, were clearly the more powerful of the two. Blindspot’s were annoying, but not packing much punch.
This would also leave a temporary window for KITT and Cira to fire at their target, but their fire would have to be precise, because if they fired too soon, or too late, they’d hit one of the circling drones. The maneuver was over quickly, and unless Tex managed to snag or otherwise stop one of the drones, they swerved away, with Blindspot and 866 having switched positions before and behind her.
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Post by Alison Texas on Jan 18, 2012 15:55:51 GMT -5
Tex ran forward towards 866 in a similar fashion she had against Blindspot earlier, but instead leaped up to the side to try and punch low at the drone's front right tire while she put away her weapons temporarily to retrieve a grappling hook and winch from near her leg to aid her in mobility.
She fired the grappling hook at Blindspot's upper body, planning to use it to yank him down and/or allow her to get him closer to her level if she was able to snag him.
Fighting three of these guys were a handful. The read head had to leap over dangerously close towards 866 with a pounce to try and dodge a rocket from KITT as the window opened, her other arm still mostly extended after firing the grappling. She with drew the other gun that was strapped to her back, a sub machine gun, and fired as directly as she could at 866 regardless of where she landed, unconcerned with KITT for the moment. She would have to try another more personal weapon if ammo and rockets didn't work.
If she snagged Blindspot, Tex would yank forward with sheer force aided by the suit, and use it to keep him still. If not, well, she would keep trying before she used another alternative.
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 18, 2012 16:01:44 GMT -5
Cira fell silent and watched, taking in what Tex said.
She and KITT desperately wanted to know who Tex was and who she worked for. She sounded just like the kind of people KITT had mentioned late last night before she went to bed. She was worried, a little on the angry side, and getting hungry. "KITT, scan what you can of that armor for later reference when ya get a chance. Could be useful. We'll wanna know as much of its abilities and weaknesses as possible. If that person is hunting Cybertronians, it will not be the last time we see them."
Damn, what kind of power she would have if she had a suit like that! Cira was almost jealous. She and the others could plainly see how effective it could be for being protected against artillery. Little did they know it was more than just armor! It hinted there was a lot of added strength and durability too, though Tex hadn't hit many things larger than her nor was hit by said things yet. Cira wondered how much external force the suit could take. Maybe they would find out if the fight dragged on.
"And we can't let this go on forever, something's gotta give." she added, that hint of worry in her tone evident.
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Post by blindspot on Jan 19, 2012 9:35:26 GMT -5
866 had been in a controlled swerve, and was not really able to do much in the way of dodging. Her strike hit home, forcing the drone to swerve lightly; he very nearly lost traction, and another strike would have pushed him out of his arc, but Tex chose instead to focus her attention on Blindspot, who was also in a controlled skid, and was also unable to dodge. Both drones were still in their alt modes, and Tex’s grappling hook slammed into the front of Blindspot’s grill. The maneuver wouldn’t have worked on 866, whose plating was thicker, but Blindspot’s armor yielded to the puncturing grasp of the hook. The drone skidded to a halt, engine roaring angrily, and immediately began to frantically reverse to try and free himself from the grapple.
His tires screeched against the pavement, rubber burning and kicking up clouds of smoke, and yet still somehow this dreadful creature was pulling him forward. Blindspot fired at her a few times, but it was obvious that his weakened blaster wasn’t go to do much against that armor, and in a fit of desperation, he activated his scrambler.
866, meanwhile, had gotten his bearings, screeching to a halt under the barrage of Tex’s gunfire, which was slightly more effective this time; she was doing damage, but she’d need heavier firepower if she wanted to pierce his armor. He saw paused only for an instant, saw what was happening between her and Blindspot, and immediately began to shift to bot form.
For anyone with their electronic attention, passive or active, focused on Blindspot, the activation of the scrambler would be a highly unpleasant experience. Passive targeting systems would immediately begin to cough up error messages, one piling up after the other; active targeting systems would begin to give wildly inaccurate readings. One moment Blindspot was two feet to the left of where he was supposed to be, and another he was forty feet in the air, and in another he was fifty yards down the road.
Visually, it was an interesting experience, too, because what had once been a somewhat-dinged up but still very solid-looking sports car was now a chaotic blur of black and purple, shot through with the occasional glint of sunlight off burnished Cybertronian alloy. All the while he was still tugging backward, trying to yank himself free of Tex’s grasp. The closer she pulled him, the more intense the effect became on her systems.
866, behind her, was charging, bent low, ready to deal with a physical blow to Tex with his talons in an effort to knock her off her feet and free his comrade.
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Post by Alison Texas on Jan 21, 2012 23:08:03 GMT -5
Tex was quite surprised when her senses were briefly distorted and she found herself taking canon hits. Luckily her suit could take some blasts from canons and machine guns/pistols, but there were weak spots, and she could feel the burn. Before she could think carefully, she felt herself being pulled and turned around to see where Blindspot was going. But because she was still connected to him, she realized the pull wasn't trying to yank out her arm as his figure moved towards KITT and 866. She tried to hold her ground, willingly taking a few hits as she used her other arm to fire at Blindspot's upper chassis as best as she could, almost blindly - relying on what she could visually.
Because of the error messages, she would have to fire visually without the aid of the targeting system, which was fine. Tex swung her right arm around and fired a couple times on KITT's scanner.
Click click...she was out of pistol rounds. She'd have to fix that.
It was time to use that other weapon of hers soon, because that didn't take ammunition, and she wouldn't have to be struggling against a Decepticon like this.
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Post by KI3T on Jan 21, 2012 23:21:16 GMT -5
KITT's HUD flickered as KITT turned himself sharply to the left to angle his side against the bullets. He knew it would reveal his weakness, but he had no need to transform yet, so may as well save some energy so he could keep Cira better protected. "I hope she ran out of rockets." he commented in irritably. His own targeting systems were temporarily disoriented, so he could not turn the gattling guns back at Tex until he found a way around the error and deleted it.
KITT had managed to scan her while she stayed put trying to get a close shot at Blindspot, and he didn't like what she saw. Tex wasn't 100% human. He decided he wasn't going to announce that yet.
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Post by blindspot on Jan 22, 2012 0:50:01 GMT -5
(I hope you were pausing to let me post, rather than Cira. 'Cause... I'M ABOUT TO HEH)
It was impossible to tell under the effects of the distortion how badly Tex had damaged him, if she had even hit him at all. Blindspot did not cry out or give any indication that he had been wounded. He simply continued to frantically pull back on the grapple in a mad desire to be free. She still had the medic snared, and while the grapple was embedded in the front of his grill, he couldn’t transform. He had stopped firing, and was instead focusing on reversing, trying to keep her from reeling him in, but if Tex put her full effort into it, she would be able to draw the Vehicon within reach of her fists.
He kept his Scrambler active, though, and he would not disengage it.
While this was happening, 866 finally closed on her location. He attacked her with his bare talons, swiping at her in an attempt to knock her over--the attacks were rather straightforward and not hard to dodge, but Tex was still tethered to Blindspot, who was still freaking out. Tex had one Vehicon on a leash and another in ‘bot-mode directly trying to savage her with his hands, not to mention the Mustang and his heavily-armed driver. She was outnumbered, but this was probably not the first time she had faced such odds.
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Post by Alison Texas on Jan 22, 2012 22:13:26 GMT -5
Tex couldn't duck in time, but she let the force of the blow swing her near the edge of the road and she pressed the button on the grappling hook to levy her up towards Blindspot's eye level with a swift forward swing. She was still holding on with one hand, and let the line pull her in. If she was able to get close to Blindspot, she would be more prepared to be batted away, but would use all momentum to her advantage since could take some of the hits. She put away her pistol as she flew since it was out of rounds for the moment.
Her right arm suddenly transformed and the mechanical hand turned into a cybernetic, biologically engineered blaster weapon. It's power was derived from Tex's own energy, so its power would vary depending on her physical and mental status. It could be increased if an electrical source was nearby as well.
Though Tex was aiming blindly again, she turned that arm towards 866's general direction and fired. The blast fired currently was rushed, so it was a small, but still fairly powerful burst of blue ionized energy that conjured up into the size of a soft ball. This was aimed straight for 866's torso.
She was about to take off that helmet so she could see better, Omalley would forgive her, she could retrieve it after all.
((I won't be posting with every account, so just look for a reply. If i see you on chatango ill tell you when im done.))
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Post by blindspot on Jan 24, 2012 1:01:03 GMT -5
866 had been moving in close to follow up the blow, hoping to make her lose her grip on the grapple so that Blindspot could get loose. He was not prepared for the sight of Tex’s arm shifting, changing and aiming towards him. He skidded to a stop, staring at her for a moment in shock. That proved to be a moment too long, and the blast hit him full in the chest.
It wasn’t the most powerful that Tex had to offer, but it was at very close range, and the drone stumbled backwards. The metal of his chest was warped and half-melted, sheared in some places, and he clutched at the gaping wound while falling to one knee, uttering a brief Cybertronian curse. It had been one heck of a lucky shot on her part, and the first real significant damage she had done in the fight. Had the blast been stronger, it might have pierced 866’s spark chamber.
He tried to bring his remaining blaster to bear while covering the wound with his free hand, but he was shaking; clearly he had suffered some internal damage as well. When Tex hit, she clearly hit hard.
Blindspot, at the sight of his wounded comrade, immediately panicked. The first thing he did was disengage his Scrambler and try to transform. This proved to be a bad idea--there was an awful squealing sound as his damaged plates slid against one another, and he was forced to collapse back into alt mode. Unable to reach his patient and heed the spark-deep call to heal his fellow Decepticon, Blindspot roared forward, rushing straight for Tex.
There would be no feinting this time; he was aiming to ram the woman head-on.
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Post by KI3T on Jan 24, 2012 3:20:38 GMT -5
Seeing 866 buckle and Blindspot struggle made KITT panic a bit. He skidded forward around 866 and pivoted against the gravel to fire both rockets and gattling guns at Tex as she flipped her arm back to the front to fire at Blindspot. She might miss or graze him with similar power added to the blast before trying to leap down the edge of the road, and failing somewhat.
She activated the invisibility mechanism and clambered back up, some of her armor charred a little from the rockets. The armor tried to repair the damage, though its nanobots were certainly slower than KITT's.
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