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Post by Vortex on Oct 25, 2009 10:03:41 GMT -5
Vortex would have grinned, had he a mouth at the moment, at his catch. At a nice, brisk pace, he began pulling Postmark into his cargo bay with the tractor beam. "So my little intell-bot friend, if you know so much about me, you must know what comes next now that I've caught you." His voice was oddly cheery as he spoke, and for good reason. Once he had the little bot secured inside his cargo bay, he'd close it up, fly up to an acceptable altitude, then break every law of helicopter physics that he could with flips and spins and rolls. Not many a ground-based bot could take Vortex's rides, which made him enjoy giving them out even more.
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Post by [[|Postm#rk}} on Oct 25, 2009 11:46:41 GMT -5
Postmark was still slowly trying to burn this glue off, he had to get it off! Being captured wasn't an option. If it came to it he'd try to destroy himself to ensure the safety of the data. And of course he knew what would happen. Slight fear kicking in, he would have smacked himself upside the head as he pushed that away and concentrated on getting this annoying glue off as he was finally shut inside the cargo bay. He wasn't going down that easily. Finally, he pulled his left servo and right leg out of the glue along with his right arm, also quickly burning the last of the glue off his chest, right hip, and right leg.
He didn't have time to put hiss words away as his next task was the clamp around him. Unfortunately, here came something Postmark hated most, those crazy ''joy rides''. He was immediately slammed around, quickly putting his swords away so not to slice himself up. "Stop!!!!' This time Postmark didn't really have time to jabber a bunch, being slammed around like a pin ball or a rag doll most would rather put it, he was really rather just trying to grab onto something. |
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Post by Vortex on Oct 25, 2009 11:55:03 GMT -5
Vortex didn't stop the stunts, as he knew the bot was armed, and being destroyed from the inside was not on Vortex's list of things to do, ever. "What's the matter? Don't like my flying?" The cheerful tone was still in his voice as he spoke, a clear sign that he was enjoying himself. "You know what the price to get off is, I'm sure." He was curious. He wanted to know what the intell bot was carrying. The bigger the secret, the more Vortex wanted to know. "How about a hint? Give me a hint, and I'll guess." He calmed his maneuvers down slightly, just enough to keep the bot occupied, but not so bad that he couldn't respond.
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Post by [[|Postm#rk}} on Oct 25, 2009 12:22:40 GMT -5
Postmark was still being thrown around and wearing himself out of trying to stay stationed somewhere. He couldn't get the time or concentration to create a wave of electricity to cause an electrical surge or malfunction for Vortex to crash. Now was the time to think up one of his plans. At Vortex's projectile in this stunt, it should send him forward then down and up again right towards the cockpit. Pulling out his right sword, he went with the stunt this time instead of against it. Landing on his feet and left servo on the side, he was shot down then up again right towards the cockpit where he pulled out his left cannon to help and shot an energy blast in hope to blast a hole through the wall and get him to fly into the cockpit area.
And with success, Postmark blasted a very big hole through the walling and burst into Vortex's cockpit. "One, I'd rather go offline permanently than sherk my job of protecting Intel, two, I suggest you land or you're going to crash!" Pulling up his right sword, he attempted to stab it into the control panel to create an electrical surge throughout Vortex's systems and paralyze him momentarily. |
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Post by Vortex on Oct 25, 2009 12:31:58 GMT -5
Vortex was just starting to respond to the hole that led to his cockpit when something was plunged into his control pannel, making him yell in pain. Electricity coursed through his body, stopping both his top and tail rotors. "Y-you idiot! Vortex yelled, vocalizer fritzing from the electrical surge. "How do you-u expect me to l-land without rotors! I'm n-not a fragging jet-t!" True to his words, Vortex began to lose altitude rapidly. The ground was coming up quickly, and he was heading for it nose-first, due to the extra weight in his cockpit. His engine choked and sputtered as he tried to restart it.
No such luck. The ground was very unforgiving, nearly shattering the glass in the cockpit, and destroying all but one of the top rotors. After impacting the ground, Vortex rolled onto his side. The wheels were banged up, and the nose area looked awful. "You're not all that smart for someone who knows a lot, you know that?"
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Post by [[|Postm#rk}} on Oct 28, 2009 22:37:35 GMT -5
Postmark's plan for once had been successful, or so he thought. This wasn't mainly to take Vortex out, but also Postmark himself. They couldn't get to his virtual processor without him being online, it just couldn't activate otherwise. For this plan, he didn't bother trying to scape but rather tried to help weigh the nose of Vortex's form towards the ground.
Though unlucky for him, his plan hadn't worked. He was merely crushed badly, but not badly enough to offline him. "Egh it's not my fault you can't crash right.." Postmark tried to pull himself out from the hole he made in the side wall of Vortex's cargo bay. Stumbling a bit as he kicked open the back doors he hopped out, falling over again. With a grumble, he forced himself back up and started to stagger away. "That was almost to easy, if you think I haven't had to do this continuously you are dead wrong Decepticon. Now, stay put so I can leave in one piece." Like Vortex could move... Yet.. Never turn your back on a Decepticon.. |
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Post by Vortex on Dec 20, 2009 10:34:23 GMT -5
"You're the fat aft who put all that weight in the front and threw off the crash landing." Vortex retorted. Gears inside ground together as he attempted to activate his transformation sequence, and was rewarded with only pain. Warning messages flashing across the operating screens in the cockpit, and the beeping in his processor, told him that he should remain where he was. 'Heh, like I have much of a choice in letting you leave, for now.' Vortex thought, settling down and letting his self-repair systems kick in and get to work. 'You've given me more information than you may realize.' It was true. Vortex knew that there was an Autobot carrying important intel now on Earth. All the Decepticons had to do was catch him.
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