Phayze
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Post by Phayze on May 5, 2013 17:43:24 GMT -5
((NEST Perimeter 0452 HLT, 17 November 2027)) It had been a chilly night, and the barest bits of sun that were just starting to peek up over the horizon were not enough to chase away the cold. Most of the base would be sleeping, save for the late-night workers and early-risers. Sitting outside the base, far away, he hoped, from the paranoid security bot's extensive network of sensors, alarms, and surveillance systems, was a red Jeep Cherokee. While a Decepticon symbol adorned the center of his grill, in his Spark, he was an Autobot. At least, most of the time. He had been undercover for so long, it was becoming harder to recall if he had ever actually joined the Autobots; his Decepticon persona taking over more and more of his waking hours. He could no longer remember when he had last spoken to any of the other Autobots in Special Ops was. Even with the Autobot base sitting right in front of him, knowing that he could end his cover by simply walking in and revealing himself, he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was the enemy base, and he was here to spy, not surrender.
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Post by Ironhide on May 5, 2013 18:00:37 GMT -5
As per his usual routine, Ironhide was roving the base on his nightly patrol, restless and unable to settle down to recharge. Ever since Barricade's escape from the brig when Meta took control and attacked Ironhide back in September, the Weapons Specialist had been worried sick about the younger mech, though he didn't dare try to contact him in case Meta was still in control. Ironhide hated Meta and wanted to rip him completely out of Barricade's chassis if he could. But he had to wait, had to be patient and pray that the mech he loved would find his way back to him somehow, that he would be safe until they could be reunited again, hopefully permanently.
With a rev of his mighty engine, the heavy black 4x4 wandered through the base, checking that all was secure. He knew Red Alert would have his optics on every corner of the base and then some with his surveillance systems, but Ironhide simply felt better doing his patrols personally and regularly, regardless of how extensive the paranoid security mech's monitoring equipment was. Pausing by the North gate, Ironhide gazed out into the dark streets beyond, thinking of Barricade and hoping he was okay.
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Phayze
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Post by Phayze on May 5, 2013 18:04:58 GMT -5
When he caught sight of the large, black weapons specialist inside the base, Phayze had to do a double-check to make sure that his lights were off and his signal was masked. He wasn't expecting any bot to be out and about at this hour. Still, at the same time, Megatron was craving an Autobot Spark, and he had expressed interest in Ironhide's. Carefully, he began to roll closer, curious as to what had brought him out.
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Post by Red Alert on May 5, 2013 18:09:18 GMT -5
An insistent beep from the security system roused Red Alert out of recharge, one optic opening groggily as he began to remotely access the system. It was a heat sensor, which mean that either a Decepticon who's signal was masked was approaching, or it was a human vehicle, with how he'd had the sensors calibrated. <"Ironhide, could you please check the outer perimeter near your location? Something's set off a sensor there."> He pinged the older mech as he dragged himself off his berth and into his chair. He knew about Ironhide's nightly patrols, and had even used that time to snatch himself a little more recharge than he usually got.
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Post by Ironhide on May 5, 2013 18:21:26 GMT -5
Ironhide perked up at Red Alert's com, looked out into the darkness more intently, then nodded inwardly. <"A'ight, I'm on it, Red."> he replied, then rolled forward towards the gate and activated his scanners for an intensive sweep of the area. Locating the active sensor that was triggered, he intensified his scans in that location to search out the source and was surprised to find a red Jeep Cherokee sitting there in the area, apparently abandoned, yet heat sensors said its engine was still warm. With an inward scowl, he scanned for smaller heat signatures, hoping to locate the vehicle's owner as he moved in closer to the Jeep and sent an image capture of it to Red Alert for identification.
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Post by Red Alert on May 5, 2013 18:27:42 GMT -5
When the image of the Jeep was sen to him, Red Alert looked it over, trying to find anything identifying. That's when he saw the insignia. <"Ironhide, it's a Decepticon!">
When Ironhide got closer, Phayze cursed himself inwardly for being so careless, and pondered his options. If he stayed and fought, there was a chance that he could down Ironhide before an alarm was raised, though it was a slim chance. If he tried to run, there would still be a good span of distance where he'd be within the range of the famed cannons of the weapons specialist. Deciding on attempting the former, Phayze transformed, bringing out his energon blade in a sweeping slash.
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Post by Ironhide on May 5, 2013 18:34:54 GMT -5
The warning came just in time as Ironhide transformed, ducking the incoming slash. Stressed as he was over worrying about Barricade, he berated himself for missing the insignia on the Jeep, a point made all the more clear as the Energon blade left a shallow slice across his left thigh. With a derisive snort, Ironhide lunged, punching out with first one fist, then the other, as he spun up his heavy cannons, readying himself for a hard fight. <"Seems the 'Con wants ta dance!"> he announced to Red Alert, transmitting a full scan of the Decepticon's bot mode to him as well. If this one gets away and later shows up again, they'll be better prepared at least.
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Phayze
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Post by Phayze on May 5, 2013 18:40:08 GMT -5
Phayze ducked the punches, swinging his blade again as his other hand brought out a length of chain with a weight on the end. When the blade completed its arc, he stowed it, readying the chain for use. He had to take care of the cannons quickly, as he knew his armor would not stand up to a direct hit from either of them, especially at this range. Speed, and efficiency, were the key factors here. With that in mind, he threw the weighted end of the chain, the links sturdier than they looked, aiming to wrap it around one of Ironhide's arms.
The image of the Decepticon looked slightly familiar to Red Alert, though he wasn't sure where he had seen it before. Bringing up the information files on the main screen, Red Alert began running a quick check.
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Post by Ironhide on May 5, 2013 18:51:16 GMT -5
Ironhide growled darkly as the smaller mech ducked his swings, though he managed to evade the next swing of that blade. Ironhide might be a heavy mech, but he was a lot faster and more agile than he looked. Thousands of years of fighting had honed the old warrior's skills well, and it showed. He glared at the Decepticon, knowing how badly that chain could screw him up if he wasn't careful, and he took cautious note of where exactly that chain was as he brought his cannons forward at two different angles to keep that chain from entangling both arms if his opponent managed to score a hit, and fired his first volley at the red mech in front of him. Close quarter fighting was Ironhide's specialty, as were various types of artillery and long range combat. Even in close, Ironhide was a deadly opponent, more so than he was at range.
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Phayze
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Post by Phayze on May 5, 2013 18:55:17 GMT -5
Phayze scowled as the weight of the chain was deflected by Ironhide's armor, the end falling to the ground. Pulling it back in quickly, he scrambled to avoid the cannons, one of the blasts clipping his leg. Feeling the hit, Phayze exaggerated the limp, making it seem like the hit had done more damage than it actually had as he slipped the chain back into its storage space under his armor. His other hand grabbed something else from one of the many nooks where he stored his weapons, but he kept it out of view for the time being, moving to try to get closer to Ironhide.
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Post by Red Alert on May 5, 2013 18:57:11 GMT -5
One of the files that he came across caught Red Alert's attention, and he opened up two coms; one to Ironhide, and one to Jazz. <"Ironhide, try to subdue him or keep him from getting away, just don't kill him. Jazz, could you come over to my office? I have something I need you to look at.">
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Post by Ironhide on May 5, 2013 19:10:36 GMT -5
Ironhide smirked a bit, and moved to pursue his opponent. <"Aw, ya jus' gotta ruin all my fun, don'tcha?"> he retorted to Red, but he would follow through with the capture anyway, knowing Red Alert would have his reasons for wanting this mech caught instead of off lined. "C'mere ya lil pipsqueak. Come quietly n I'll let ya keep yer limbs intact." he growled at the Decepticon, firing another round at him, intending to immobilize him.
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Post by Jazz on May 5, 2013 19:15:42 GMT -5
Jazz had been curled up in recharge when his coms went off and he awoke to Red Alert's voice calling him to his office. With a yawn and a stretch, he sat up and opened his end of the coms. <"What's wrong, Red, can't sleep without a soothing interface from Jazz?"> he teased lightly, then stood and sauntered towards his door. <"Don't worry Red, I don't mind."> he added with an audible smirk as he reached out for the door controls, not knowing about the intruder that Ironhide was fighting just outside the base.
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Phayze
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Post by Phayze on May 5, 2013 19:19:42 GMT -5
Phayze smirked. "Don't you know that Decepticons never come quietly? Must be old age getting to you." He taunted, flipping backwards to dodge the blast. "Or, maybe you think I'm like someone you know?" His smirk widened, like he knew something about Ironhide. In truth, he was just testing the waters.
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Post by Red Alert on May 5, 2013 19:22:34 GMT -5
<"No, Jazz. I recharged well enough to keep going for another day."> He made sure that the fight occurring outside had been picked up by at least one of his cameras, displaying on the screens inside. <"Ironhide came across a Decepticon when I asked him to investigate a sensor alert. I need you to take a look at this Decepticon and tell me if he seems familiar at all."> He switched the file he'd been looking at with the capture Ironhide had sent him of the bot, waiting for Jazz's entry and response.
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