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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 19, 2009 1:34:48 GMT -5
Chris sighed, waving to a couple of friends as he walked away from the beach. His hair was wet from a day of swimming, tanning, and a lot of fun. Something people didn't normally do in September but sometimes Chris was weird like that.
He sighed, and straightened the spikes in his hair. He had to meet his ride somewhere nearby, so he had to get his butt moving. He was already late to meeting his ride, and if it was someone like his Dad or Ironhide, they might freak if he was any later.
"Slag, I'm late too much as it is, I can't be any later this time.. Dad'll kill me." He commented to no one in particular, continuing the walk down the sidewalk in the general direction of where he was being picked up.
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Post by nightridge on Sept 19, 2009 1:44:29 GMT -5
"Well,well if it isn't Chris Prime." A voice said as a Silver 2011 Lotus was parked near by but a college aged girl was leaned against the hood, the holo-form not even flickering. On ehr black tang-top was the Deceptiocn symbol but it was easy to tell who it was if someone knew Nightridge well. She had ove rheard him about being late, "Too abd your ride will ahve to wait much longer then expected." At last the holo-from vanished and the Lotus transformed to a silver and balck armored femme, blue visor flashing in the sun.
She didn't give Chris time to run or do much of anything, pciking him up and keeping him ina tihgt enough grip to wher eh couldn't run. "So kid what were your likely chances of having to run into a Decetiocn?" She said.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 19, 2009 1:48:43 GMT -5
Chris's eyes widened at the hard hand that clapsed around his body. Struggling hard, he screamed, hoping his ride may at the very least hear him. And if not, someone would, his eyes widened further at the words 'Decepticon'. No, this was not happening... The Decepitcons were gone. "Let me go!" Chris snapped, looking at Nightridge "If you know who I am, you should know my Dad'll kick your aft if you don't!" He eyed the Autobot shield watch on his left wrist. If he could just get to it, he could send out a distress signal, but he wasn't sure if he could.
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Post by nightridge on Sept 19, 2009 1:53:45 GMT -5
"Pah! Your coward of a father? You can hardly call him a elader or even a fihgter the way he is but of course unfortuantely for you the Autotos won't attack, unless risking the chance of your life being on the line." Nightridge said. Not far downt he side walk she could see a few humans staring and a few running for their lives. "Fleshlings....such insolent creaures." Nightridge lifted her free arm and fired at them, a few cars exploding upon impact and bits of sand and concrete flying everywhere. She had long since forgotten ehr Autobot past and glared down at Chirs through her visor. But where were the Autobots? She thought they'd come upon even Prime's son being captured. For a moment she looked away from chris looking for any indications of the Autobtos.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 19, 2009 1:59:24 GMT -5
Chris growled lowly, had he been able to get his arms free he would have made a good dent with his strength in her face. No one talked about his Dad that way. He watched in horror as Nightridge shot at cars, and even more so at the people running. This femme was clearly insane, and she did make a point... Regardless of who's son he was... He was just a kid and the Autobots would never risk hurting a child.
"So what now? You have something planned for me... Because I've got news for you..." Chris snarled "Megatron ditched you all, eighteen years ago. Taking me won't do you any fragging good if you can't hand me over to anyone." He argued.
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Post by nightridge on Sept 19, 2009 2:05:53 GMT -5
"Wow, for once an Autobot with brains,. I ha dno plans of turning you into Megatron whether or not he even comes, I have my own plans and personally I'd rather be elsewhere but whatever." Nightridge said ignoring his struggling. But she was growing irrtated with Chirs already, since she hated having to try and capture this kid since Megatron couldn;t seem to do himself. "THis is pointless really but I have my orders, just because my so calle dleader can't get off his lazy aft and do soemhting himself." She sighed boredly.
But a sudden sound made Nightridge turn to see a dark purple Agusta F4 coming tot he beach, and alot faster then a normal motorcycle. "Autobot." Nightridge growled. Moonracer skidde dot a ahlt and waste no time transforming to aim her stun gun. "Put Chris down Decepticreep ebfore i make you." She ordered.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 19, 2009 2:10:06 GMT -5
"What do you mean, Megatron is-No..." Chris couldn't believe this, was Megatron alive, out there and actually aware of his and the other kids existance? He had to be, that had to be the reason... It all made sense, the lazy comment included. Did his Dad know? And if he did why hadn't he told him?
His head shot to the side when he heard Moonracer "Moon!" He shouted, with some relief, continuing to struggle, but finally getting tired from trying. And stopping, breathing slowly, he slumped a bit from exhaustion.
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Post by nightridge on Sept 19, 2009 2:14:25 GMT -5
"Hehehe....go ahead Autobot, stun me if you want but you hsoot me it'll stun Prime junior here and i'm sure your leader wouldn't be too happy about that now would he." Nightridge said with a twisted smirk. Moonracer knew Nightridge was right and she couldn't do anything unless risking harming Chris. 'Think what can...wait'Moornacer thought quickly, "SO you think your really that tough then it msut be so if you came alone.". Nightridge glared suspciously, "I was ordered to get Prime's kid and I did but I'm more then willing to rid of a problem." Upon saying this Nightridge made her grip alittle tighter aorund Chris makign ti feel like soemhtng could crush a bone.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 19, 2009 2:20:22 GMT -5
Chris felt the severe pain of the pressure being put onto his body. He couldn't help but cry out, tears welling up. He had never been gripped this hard before. All the Autobots even when they were angry were gentle with him. "Stop! I can't breathe." He managed to get out trembling, he couldn't even move. His Father had not exaggerated when he said they were ruthless, and showed no mercy to a prisoner.
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Post by nightridge on Sept 19, 2009 2:27:36 GMT -5
Nightridge smirked, "Your running out of tiem Autobots, in a few minutes I coudl crush your little friend and he;d be one less kid to worry about. The others won't be any differnt." She said, a threat in ehr words. True Nightridge use to help other but now she held a grudge against the Autobots, watching them suffer was only interesting.
Monracer gritted her teeth feeling absolutely powerless right now, "Hang in there Chris." She said. Transforming Moornacer racer forward at Nightridge at full speed hitting the Decepticon's foot and leg.
Nightridge yelped and was almsot triped, her gripp loosening enough and releasing Chris upon a seocnd blow tot he same leg.
Moonracer transformed catching Chris in her hand and getting back a few feet away from Nightridge making sure Chris was in her hand where the Decepticon could not reach him.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 19, 2009 2:34:01 GMT -5
Chris gasped out for air as he felt himself released. The grip he felt now was something he was more used to. He had been held by most of the Autobots when he was little, and therefore he knew the touch of one of them, to put it simply.
When he heard the word 'others' it hit him he wasn't the only target. All the techno organics were... But him being Optimus's son, he was the most important to secure. He could fetch a high ransom, the ransom could even go as high as Optimus exchanging himself for his life.
It would be like that for any the Autobots he was sure, but having Optimus Prime in their grasp would surely be a triumph for the Decepticons. "Nice save." He said as he caught his breath. He was unsure what to do, but he expected to be told to run at any given moment "Thanks."
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Post by nightridge on Sept 19, 2009 12:07:13 GMT -5
"No problem Chris." Moornacer said, makign the msitake oflooking away from nightrdige to make sure he was alright. The brief look away had been all the Deceptiocn needed as Monracer wa shit by a few missiles, almost dropping Chirs, though she recovered enough to keep a tight but gentle hold on Chris.
Nightridge smirked, the Autobot wasn't as strong as she made ehrself sound ot be. "Your wasting your time Autobto, another shot like that and I can turn you into scrap. Plus, that kid will be a good hostage agaisnt your leader." She added lodding her missle launchers again. If she ahd to Nightridge would bring Moonracer down to a pile of spare parts.
Unfortuantely Nightridge was right, Moonracer knew she couldn't suffer another round of missiles like that again. FOr one it could risk gettign Chris in harms way and two she would just be a pile of scrap lying aorund on the concrete. "There has to be something to do to distract her." She muttered.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 19, 2009 15:16:22 GMT -5
Chris clung to Moonracer as he was nearly thrown by the missiles. Lucky for him he had inhuman strength or he may have very well have been sent flying. He thought for a moment, and then thought of his training. He looked at Moonracer, squirmed from the tight but careful grip, and climbed slowly off her. Hitting the pavement behind her, but not to the point where he got hurt.
"No need, I'll make a run for it and get help. That eliviates the problem of me." He said simply, looking at her "Think you can hold out while I go for that." He whispered, behind one of Moonracer's wheeled legs hoping Nightridge wouldn't notice him.
He was holding his side slightly, but there was nothing more then a few scratches and a bruise. He felt some energon seeping, but not enouhg to be a cause for alarm. He could still walk, and more importantly, he could still run. He let go of his side to show he was ok enough to run. Keep yourself calm Chris... Your Dad taught you what to do in a situation like this. He thought to himself Don't freak out...
Chris decided he wouldn't wait for Moonracer's answer, he needed to get help. And he needed to get it now, if there was one thing his Father taught him it was that where there was one Decepticon there was sure to be more. "Don't look back Chris... Don't look back... Keep pressing forward." He murmured, pushing himself harder and looking for an opurtune moment to send out a distress signal.
Seeing no other Autobots in the general area, he made a stop about 7 feet from Moonracer, and pressed the button on the right of his watch as hard as he could. It would, according to his Father, send out a distress signal. He silently wondered, eyes darting back and forth, whether or not to keep running or to stay and fight. This Decepticon was clearly here for him, and thus the logical thing was to continue running.
But then again... When was Chris one to always take the logical way out of things? He stood there for a moment, his brain scattered, trying to figure out the best course of action to take.
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Post by KARR on Sept 19, 2009 17:41:01 GMT -5
From the right side of Moonracer and Chris, the sound of large wings flapping could be heard faintly in the distance, closing in fast from a few hundred feet above. KARR was in his bot form.
With a sudden woosh of energy, KARR landed on the ground a few yards away with a heavy duty thud, with drawing the plasma gun in his right hand, firing huge blasts right near Chris and Moonracer. He fired multiple times, five times. There were two basketball sized balls of energy and then 3 shots that followed which were almost Chris's size, exploding all around them.
"Boo!"
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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 19, 2009 17:48:46 GMT -5
Chris turned his head, but not in time to see the blast before it hit in front of him. He let out a yelp as the blast sent him flying backward. He hands on his side, skidding against the pavement. "Slag..." He groaned, stunned for a moment. He found himself to the point where he didn't have the energy to raise himself. "Who the hell shot that?"
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