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Post by [[|Postm#rk}} on Oct 15, 2009 20:51:05 GMT -5
It was in the hours of daylight, late daylight however now that the time was moving onto about Seven Thirty PM where the sky would start to darken slowly soon enough. Barely any grass poked up here in Texas where it seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. Not all the state was like this, but these flat, dirt, vegetation-less fields left any Autobot or even the occasional Decepticon out here open big time. What looked to be some strange form of Moped was speeding up the road at high rates that exceeded any vehicle known as a car, motorcycle, or well, Moped on this planet. It didn't exact take up as a normal looking Moped though, it was long and stretched out, still in it's Cybertronian version as Postmark had not bothered to scan another vehicle source for vehicle transformation.
He took note of the vultures circling above at random spots and bones or strange, unknown species to his eye. All of this was new to him, including the knowledge of a speed limit and blending in instead of looking like some galaxy-wise foreign Moped. Was this place completely empty? No cars, or well to him, Autobots seemed to ever show up. He had been out here for three hours after breaking the border of Mexico. He couldn't help but mutter to himself about being lost, he was just following whatever energy signal he could that looked to be a base. He wasn't sure, but he kind of hoped the one he was picking up was the Autobot base he was being transferred to.
He stopped, giving himself time to roll out into Autobot form before standing again quickly. A few gears still shifting and locking into place, his sensors caught hold of something. Was that structure out there it? It must be.... This planet looked so strange, but, hopefully there would be no Decepticons here that would recognize his face as the Intell Bot. Or well his size, he was always the shortest Autobot around which bugged him, but came in handy and made him much faster since he didn't carry the weight of the average sized Autobot. A few gears shifted around his optics with a visor to drop down over each as he scanned the structured area. He could sense spark, Cybertronian sparks... But, he couldn't see any Autobots or Decepticons. Deciding to go check it out himself, his binoculars flipped back over to fold at the sides of his helmet before racing off towards the base. He was quick to hide behind a few stacked oil cans/barrels that seemed a bit rusted. This couldn't be right.. Autobots did not set places up like this. There was a large pile of scrap metal and junk outside, what had who been doing? There were a few oil cans/barrels laying about or stacked, along with tires and the place seemed to be disguised to the Earthly fashion. Scanning a couple head title signs on a few signs he began translating it to himself. "Closed.. Garage?.. Do Not Enter, No Tresspassing. Hmn.." Then it struck him. This was NOT an Autobot base! This was a Decepticon base! |
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Post by Vortex on Oct 19, 2009 23:07:23 GMT -5
A dark grey SH-2 Seasprite helicopter sat on the tarmac to the side of the Decepticon base. It had almost no markings on it, twin tri-barrel machine guns mounted along the tail, and another gun of some sort mounted under the "chin." The rotors were spinning slowly, almost lazily, though there was no pilot in sight. There wasn't even a tower for air traffic control! If one was to take a look at the chopper's number, and run it through the military's computers, they would find that the chopper that is registered under that number was retired several months ago, and placed in a museum. Now, that would mean one of several things. One being that the military decided to secretly reactivate it. Another being that someone stole the chopper, and was using it for their own use. Both were highly unlikely, as the chopper listed under that number was still sitting in the museum, and was most certainly not dark grey.
Vortex had come to Earth with Swindle, who was off somewhere, under Onslaught's orders. Now, he was waiting for Swindle to get back from whatever it was he was doing. He let out a sigh through his motor, making the rotors spin a little faster. He'd better get back soon...There's nothing to do here....
An energy signal jolted Vortex from his thoughts. Looking around, he spotted a small bot by the base entrance. No Decepticons here are that small, which makes him and Autobot... His machine guns would damage the bot, but the smaller gun...
As quietly as possible, Vortex transformed out of his alt mode, and into robot mode, holding his hand held gun at the ready, and quietly creeping towards the small bot. Once he felt he was close enough, he took aim, and fired a large wad of glue.
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Post by [[|Postm#rk}} on Oct 20, 2009 8:36:58 GMT -5
There was a reason Postmark had been made Intell bot, he's alert of his surroundings and he's actually quite the little thinker, though with Decepticons, most of his plans backfire. He was already temporarily shutting off his communicator, and dimming his electrical pulse waves to try and keeping his energy signal hidden as best as he could, though, still charging and snoring energy within his processor charges on his helmet.
Metal and circuitry built over his optics again to form binoculars as he scanned over the area, still keeping cover behind the oil cans and peeking out only slightly. Suddenly and worth warning, it all happened to fast, to soon. His scanners picked up the energy signal from behind just in time to allow him to zip forward with extreme speed that broke the sound barrier, leaving him silent. Also allowing the glue wad to smack into the oil cans to have them topple over in a mess.
With the sound of a Cybertronian engine revving, Postmark's wheels on the back of his feet spun a few times, though keeping him there all the same. Engine revving again as if challengingly, or a warning to say "You don't know who you're messing with". He stood with his legs spread only slightly, posed and ready to run with his arms out at his sides, also, not touching but not way out either. It was one of those main doll poses you might find, but it was his ready to fight and run. His servos folded in, what appeared to be and electrical/energy swords slid out in their place. His engine revved again, his binoculars folding out into a visor masked, but looking just as complicated as a target laid onto Vortex from the screen behind the visor. Detecting his range, and health/repair status. Being the Intell Bot, he also had another bit that other Autobots do not have, authorized personal info.
Still only about twenty eight feet apart, his scanners brought up the profile and allowed him to speak in an incredibly fast manner. "Vortex. Several hundred stellar cycles aged than the Great War. Gestalt Cybertronian Combaticon. Decepticon. Stable yet can become quite unstable, reckless at times. Extensive knowledge of interrogation and Medical Repair Skills. Flies, shown fear of small enclosed spaces of being trapped. Has relational ties between Swindle, Blast off, Brawl, Onslaught, other member unknown." His optics switched from the still oncoming information, but decided not to say that bit out loud for the Decepticon not know to much much of what he knew. |
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Post by Vortex on Oct 20, 2009 10:50:18 GMT -5
Vortex cursed from behind his face mask as the glue wad missed, and watched as the small bot zipped to a better position to either fight or flee. From behind his visor, his optics brightened at the sight of the bot's newly appeared weapons: a pair of swords. Vortex loved a good sword fight, but what the bot did next made him change his plans. Due to the fast speed at which the bot was speaking, Vortex was only able to catch bits and pieces, but what he heard brought him to one conclusion: an Intell Autobot had just walked into the Decepticon base.
"Quite the fast-talker, aren't you?" Unlike the bot, Vortex did not have access to untold amounts of information. He was, for lack of a better phrase, "flying blind." The Autobot could pull up Vortex's whole file, and figure out how he worked from reading it. Vortex did not even know the bot's designation. Ah, well... He thought. It gives me something to do while I wait for Swindle to get back... He fired again, then initiated his transformation sequence to take to the air with a whirl of his rotors.
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Post by [[|Postm#rk}} on Oct 20, 2009 16:55:26 GMT -5
Postmark had crouched down slightly by bending at the knees. If you've ever seen someone in dodge ball who's really good with dodging you'll see them brace themselves to spring out of the way all the time. "It beats being-" He sentence was cut in as his visor scanned with coding, catching wave frequencies of the nearest ''Earth'' based humanoid satellite to retrieve a certain word or term they might use. "Slug."
He already knew what was to come next, he tried to duck, letting glue catch onto the top of of his helmet before the large glob ripping off. Though his optics blinked, the visors pulling away to reveal his face again and looking up with a not so jolly expression. "You got that gunk all over my helmet! That is disgusting!!!! Someone should teach you a thing or two about organization and cleanliness." Racing forward, what appeared to be two small shoulder canons folding out from his well, shoulders and forming up. The outter rim knotch spinning to the third setting to allow stun beams to fly at Vortex. |
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Post by Vortex on Oct 20, 2009 18:02:17 GMT -5
Vortex moved upwards, allowing the stun beams to pass under him. "I am organized and I do keep my stuff clean. Also, it wouldn't be on your helmet if you hadn't ducked!" Fires more glue, moving in a circle around Postmark, varying his altitude to make himself a harder target to hit. "You're quite armed for such a small bot. Must be all the info you carry, am I correct?" Vortex was starting to sound cheerful, a dangerous thing to those who knew him.
(sorry it's so short...TT.TT)
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Post by [[|Postm#rk}} on Oct 20, 2009 19:59:35 GMT -5
Postmark reached up with one of his swords to touch the glue on top of his helmet, the heat slowly beginning to make it curl away into a burnt ball. Flicking it off quickly his optics narrowed towards Vortex. This Decepticon caught on quickly, maybe he had heard of Postmark before or of his own capture during the Great War long ago. He wasn't going to respond though, zipping in a speed that broke the sound barrier, causing him to be silent when moving besides a small woosh of wind. Trying to dodge the glue as best as he could, he took an angel you might see in the movies if you watch these kinds where the main ducks around or bends backwards to avoid bullets. Though Postmark again, was not so lucky. A large glob attached itself to his left servo, which began slowly curving/melting again from his hot sword. This wasn't going to work, maybe retreating was the best option. He was the Intel Bot after all, he couldn't afford to be captured. Severely slowed down by the big clumpy weight on his left armor, he began running towards the road to try and locate the Autobot base. |
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Post by Vortex on Oct 20, 2009 20:26:16 GMT -5
The blades intrigued Vortex. They had energy flowing through them, which heated them up. That'll make using the glue a pain, but it's all I have at the moment. Unless... Vortex aimed himself in the direction Postmark had shot off in, and turned his rotors onto full power, slowly catching up. His cargo bay doors opened, and he dropped his altitude, trying to maneuver himself over Postmark, a small vortex being created under him that led up into his cargo bay. If that failed, there were other methods as well...
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Post by [[|Postm#rk}} on Oct 21, 2009 8:43:10 GMT -5
Postmark was already trying to speed away, but was lifted up for a moment of three seconds before pulling out of the vortex and whipped his head around to see just what was going on. Looking up he realized he had run into one of the wrong Decepticons this time. He hadn't read the data about this part. This was definitely safe to say, extremely bad for someone his size with his ''light'' weight. Dashing off to try and get free, he was still trying to burn the glue, that slowed him down, off.
Even with the glue burnt off and his servos back into place instead of swords, it was becoming increasingly hard to run. He was walking like someone trying to walk against a blizzard in Antarctica. Though he got exactly what he went for. Telephone pole with electrical wiring connecting it to the next and so on. Holding on tight while his body lifted into the air towards the Vortex, he managed to bring out his communicator in case any of the Autobots were in the area. "Lost Postmark needing back up! Repeat, lost Postmark requesting back up! Earth, North America, United States, Texas, Decepticon Base over." |
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Post by Vortex on Oct 21, 2009 9:36:54 GMT -5
Vortex dropped his altitude even more, his top rotors inches away from the telephone wires. This made the vortex under him intensify, but if the bot continued to hold onto the pole, it would remain difficult to pull him up. One of the machine guns on his tail came to like, and began shooting at the pole. He'd heard Postmark's comm reaching out, but there was nothing Vortex could do about that. He wasn't equipted with any signal jammers of any sort. It'll just have to be manual later... If his rotors hadn't already been spinning at their fullest, they'd be going faster in excitement and anticipation.
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Post by [[|Postm#rk}} on Oct 21, 2009 17:11:58 GMT -5
His mechanical fingers scraped the sides of the pole as the vortex came closer and seemed to also become stronger. His optics twitched, if he had his holoform out they would most likely be squeezing their eyes tight. That's it! A holoform.... Though he didn't have one of any of this planet's species, and he'd have to make sure he got the dominate race's display form. Still clinging to the pole, hoping for a reply to his communicator he could feel himself being pulled upward.
His fingers continued to claw and scrape at the telephone pole for dear life. He nearly let go from flinching as Vortex began firing towards the base of the pole, and to Postmark's vision, beginning to pound it out of the ground. He had to think and he had to think fast. If he let go he was definitely a goner. But lucky for him, he didn't have to. A small canon on each of his shoulders pulled up, turning with robotic sound effects with the ring around it spinning. Missiles flew like crazy at Vortex and would have allowed Postmark to smirk if he could. His mouth was always straight. "Suck on that Decepticon!"
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Post by Vortex on Oct 22, 2009 9:31:17 GMT -5
Vortex backed off quickly, leveling his machine guns with the missiles, and firing madly. He wasn't going to let himself be forced to land by a small, intell Autobot. He didn't like being forced to land by any Autobot, but this one would definately make for an emberassing experience. Not stopping his hail of bullets, Vortex moved back towards the pole the bot was holding, and warmed up the tractor beam in his cargo hold. "I do slice better than I suck. Feel free to stick around and find out how much better!" With that, he fired of more wads of glue with his glue gun, aiming for the shoulders first, then the legs.
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Post by [[|Postm#rk}} on Oct 22, 2009 16:48:58 GMT -5
Postmark looked over as the vortex seemed to lighten up, allowing Postmark to drop onto the ground, landing on both of his feet. After that, he saw his true error with the missiles. "Ack!" He was hit square in the knee, jamming his right leg before trying to run for cover. Why the hell would he stick around for something like this?! His attempt to run failed as a glob of glue flew over his head, forcing him to duck down a smidge as he hopped on one leg, dragging the other and springing forward to try and avoid the second glue blob. Having thrown himself to the ground he didn't even land, just rolled from a ball into standing again and began to hop in a fast fashion. "If you think I'm going down that easy you are out of your processor Decepticon! As the head/main Intel Bot, as you figured out yourself, I'm forbidden in capture! I'm much faster and smarter now and I can and will out plot to into escape and also end up smacking some sense into you you over grown carbonater hydrolysis disposal fan! No one can catch the speedy Postmark without getting their spark knocked out! Now if you'll just point me into the right direction, I'll be on my way."
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Post by Vortex on Oct 23, 2009 9:56:11 GMT -5
Vortex chuckled, and followed Postmark, keeping up with the hail of glue and bullets. "If you're so much smarter, then how come it took you a while to figure out that you were at a Decepticon base, and it wasn't empty? Also, I'd like to see you try to knock my spark out!" The generator for the tractor beam was warmed up, and ready to engage. Vortex moved to that he was over Postmark, glue gun trained on the small bot, and started the tractor beam, aiming to hook onto Postmark, and fire the glue gun, so he wouldn't be able to escape Vortex's cargo bay. "Sorry, I've got other plans for you."
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Post by [[|Postm#rk}} on Oct 23, 2009 13:46:16 GMT -5
Of course Postmark already had a come back for that, but seemed to have muttered it instead of yelling the response out loud back for he hated having to admit his short structure. "You're just a bit more equipped and tons bigger than me that's all." His bad luck was increasing rather fast, everyone always said he had the worst of luck when it came to Decepticons. Though of course, he didn't believe in such a theory as luck. He said it was illogical to base such on that subject. He did consider himself to lack that though in the EXTREMES. Hopping in a zig zagging form, he was able to bypass most of the glue. With his swords drawn out, he was already ready just in case he was hit by glue again. He definitely considered this a bad situation. "It would have really helped if someone gave me the right coordinates to the right base!!!!" Either someone back at Cybertron was working undercover and meant to send him here, or someone at Cybertron needed their processor scanned!!!
Through his annoyed thoughts, he felt something grab him like a big clamp. "Agh!" One of his arms had been trapped against his body while the other swung out to slash at what had caught him. Though thanks to his bad luck, caught by glue. He was screwed for now as glue jammed his cannons on his shoulders and cocooned most of his structure where it began to smoke and at a VERY slow rate, started to coil back from being melted. |
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