Invasion [ul]

[Alex Johnson]

Rather then start shooting the thing or answer him Matt instead ran over to someones car and came back with a girl. She got on the back of the back and rested her hands on Alex's sides. She was quite polite and introduced herself, not to mention really calm with the current situation.

"Alex Jonson, at your service. It's starting to get a little crowded on my bike so what do ya say we get you and those two over there somewhere safe and fast? Matt, distract that thing over there from those two girls while I get Danielle out of here. I'll be back for them as soon as I can."

Before Matt could answer Alex cranked the throttle all the way back and his motorcycle peeled out as he took off in the direction away from all the fighting (and unintentionally in Nightracers direction).

"So, mind telling me how your so calm and collected right now." Alex said as he looked back over his shoulder for a few seconds.

[Arcee]

Aug 20, 2009 2:17:54 GMT -5 Nightracer said:

Nightracer growled lowly, realzing that her injuries were getting to severe. She had gotten hit, badly, and her lips pulled back in a grimmance. She couldn't stay here and she transformed into her alt form, peeling away with a screech of tires, driving past Alex and Matt, getting a nice strong dose of him being a Techno-Organic, before peeling around the corner, trying to get out of sight. She couldn't stay and she nearly groaned over her injuries.

She was going to kill the Decepticons, minus Ravage, after this was over. They left her to fend for herself! What in the Pit was wrong with them? Did they want one of the few femmes on their side to be blown to bits? Revving her engine angrily, and after insuring she was out of sight, she spun out and slammed into a wall, on purpose.

She had just hidden her injured side in what looked like an accident and she popped open the driver's door, before letting an alarm sound byte go off. Finally, she attempted to mask her signal, hoping this would be enough to hide. She needed to make a plan....one that involved more then just getting out of here.

Wasn't she also supposed to get Monica?

She cursed in her mind before focusing on hiding.

After Nightracer had dissappeared out of plain sight and her signature was hidden she turned her attention back to Monica to make sure she was safe. She saw Ravage had also entered the scene.
"SLAGIT! There's more of em!?"
"Arcee to NEST base, Calling in for back up in downtown Tranquility." She began to fire at Ravage trying to draw his attention away from Matt and Alex.
(lame post sorries im kinda sick and not in a very good RPing mood*

[Monica Summers]

Monica jumped when she was shot at. Again?! Seriously?! she exclaimed to herself. She held tightly to the young girl's hand and move her behind her defensively. She didn't feel scared as much as worried for Annie's welfare. "Stay behind me okay?" she said to the girl. She had no idea what to do, she didn't really have any way to return attack. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a boy that she recognized from Chris' party, a techno-organic like Chris if she remembered correctly. The pathway to him was pretty clear and to the right of her. She spoke over her shoulder to Annie, "There's someone who can help you if you run to the right." She knew that Matt would definitely help Annie, which made her happy.

[Annie Light]

Annie let out a cry as she was pulled off the ground. Behind? What was behind? She almost groaned, but managed not to. Her legs were shaking and her heartbeat increased rapidly as fear. She was sure that the adreneline was why she wasn't feeling the way her knees were bleeding from her fall and at the instructions from Monica, litterally responded with, "Run?"

Her mind tried to catch up with that. Running usually meant crashing into things or tripping. After insuring that she was really going to be heading right, she took off. Her feet slid slightly as she ran, in the right direction.

She just needed to listen for the person she was going for. If she was lucky, she would hit someone that would save her. "Ratch!" she called out in panic, not even knowing if he was there.

[deadeye]

Deadeye had holed himself up in the next-to-highest level of a parking garage. The dark shadow of the interior provided good cover for any visual sighting, and his Decepticon signal was diminished by himself, making him invisible where most other Decepticons could still be sensed. Suited him fine, his role as both a sniper and an assassin made very good use of that. The only drawback being his signal spiked everytime he fired his rifle.

Was expecting more heads... he thought. He was almost thinking about changing positions, but with that A-10 buzzing around, a visual confirmation from above was enough to blow any sort of potential cover he could have found. He'd wait for a shot at it when it came by. His scoped view let him see Nightracer crash smack-dab into a wall, followed by Arcee, who had her back to his position as she fired at Ravage.

"Thanks, Ravage." he said quietly to himself as he slowly let the crosshair hover where Arcee's spark chamber would be. "All I need to do is off that pretty pink thing...and see if Nightracer's still alive. It'd be a shame to lose a fellow shooter. I'll take out the plane when I get the chance." he added, quiet as ever.

With the sound of an electric charge, a short beam of plasma shot forth from his rifle, sailing towards the imaginary mark that his crosshair had painted on Arcee's back.

[Arcee]

Arcee swung around as she began to hear a cannon begin to charge up. Her optics opened widely as she noticed it was yet another Decepticon. As the cannon finished its charge and came straight towards her chest she was able to do a jump with her jet propulsion cannons to get high enough clearance to get just out of the path of the plasma shot.
"Slag it I need back up now!" Arcee shouted as she landed and moved the position of her propulsion cannons towards Deadeye and launched two missiles at the same time towards Deadeye and at the same time she fired her cannon bow at the same time that the missiles where flying.

[Nightracer]

Sitting there, Nightracer realized how badly she was injured. As it picked up on her CPU, she almost groaned...when a familier spike reached her sensors. Well...not entirely familier, but it was a signal that she knew. 'Deadeye,' she thought and she almost groaned when she sensed the Techno-Organic from earlier coming towards her.

Her driver's door perked up some at that and she groaned quietly, unable to stop it. That tiny movement made pain explode across her processor and she shifted again, biting back a growl of pain. Suddenly, she transformed, the scraping of her metel against the building obvious, and she fired at the motorcycle.

Anything to distract and let Ravage get away with Monica, hopefully. She collapsed down to one knee in pain, her damaged wing not moving, her other wing flipping up in annoyance.

[KITT]

Aug 21, 2009 0:49:59 GMT -5 @deadeye said:

Deadeye had holed himself up in the next-to-highest level of a parking garage. The dark shadow of the interior provided good cover for any visual sighting, and his Decepticon signal was diminished by himself, making him invisible where most other Decepticons could still be sensed. Suited him fine, his role as both a sniper and an assassin made very good use of that. The only drawback being his signal spiked everytime he fired his rifle.

Was expecting more heads... he thought. He was almost thinking about changing positions, but with that A-10 buzzing around, a visual confirmation from above was enough to blow any sort of potential cover he could have found. He'd wait for a shot at it when it came by. His scoped view let him see Nightracer crash smack-dab into a wall, followed by Arcee, who had her back to his position as she fired at Ravage.

"Thanks, Ravage." he said quietly to himself as he slowly let the crosshair hover where Arcee's spark chamber would be. "All I need to do is off that pretty pink thing...and see if Nightracer's still alive. It'd be a shame to lose a fellow shooter. I'll take out the plane when I get the chance." he added, quiet as ever.

With the sound of an electric charge, a short beam of plasma shot forth from his rifle, sailing towards the imaginary mark that his crosshair had painted on Arcee's back.

KITT was alerted of the danger stirring downtown, speeding towards the destination in his Mustang form. He was honing in on a unique signal that had recently been executed on his way there to help Arcee. He veered off course a little bit aiming for the signal's last known position. "Arcee I'm honing in on the target now. Please deal with the other con." He closed the frequency. Deadeye would be able to sense him soon, but KITT could still barely detect his signal now. Again, he was merely relying on the last known position.

*Initiating Autobot transformation.*

A few clicks away, he transformed into his larger Autobot form and began firing a barrage of bullets from the gattling guns on his shoulder immediately upon transforming.

*Transformation complete.*

[Ravage]

Ravage growled, displeased with the girls' actions. He could easily outrun and corner them. So he sprang forward and did just that, making a quick figure eight around Monica and Annie. He stopped at the front of Annie, and pounced, the blades at the ends of his tail making a loud clinking sound as they unfolded and formed a pronged weapon.

[Annie Light]

Annie let out a shriek of fear and fell back slightly, throwing up her arm. She let out a soft sound as she thought she felt something slice her arm and she knew she heard her cane clatter to the ground as if the the wrist strap had been sliced.

She shivered and stayed on the ground, a heap. She was beyond terrified and she shivered. She was suddenly very cold and she began to bite her bottom lip, as if forcing herself not to cry. She shook her head fiercly and tried to locate the robot in front of her.

He was smaller then Ratchet, much smaller, if she could guess by the sound. She shifted and hunkered down slightly, as if trying to hide from him. "I'm not moving," she mumbled, becoming frozen in fear.

[Monica Summers]

When ravage easily caught up with them, Monica mentally slapped herself. That had been a really crappy plan. "Don't hurt her!" she yelled defensively when the panther-bot pounced the girl. She hated knowing that there wasn't much way she could help. She picked up a large chunk of rock and threw it at the decipticon. She knew it wasn't the smartest thing to do, but it was all she could think of.

[deadeye]

"Un-slagging-believable." said Deadeye to himself with disgust at Arcee's mere scrape with his shot. He threw himself against the corner pillar of the parking garage to use as cover while Arcee's shots slammed against it. Once her barrage had ended, he sprinted for the opposite side of the parking garage and dove out of it. On his way down, he grabbed ahold of a streetlight, which bent under his two ton weight, but was enough to slow his fall. No point in staying in the garage now his position had been compromised.

He looked back for only a moment as more bullets peppered the trail behind him in the parking garage, then twisted and contorted into his alt mode and sped off down the street towards Nightracer's position. It was only a handful of city blocks away as he turned the corner around the building she had crashed into. Well, more or less half-drifting/half-transforming as he skidded to a crouching halt next to Nightracer. Deadeye quickly fell to one knee and put a hand on her shoulder, the other gripping his rifle to quickly scope out the area both with and without his scope, before looking over to Nightracer.

"Still alive, huh?" he asked.

[Nightracer]

Nightracer stared at his hand before looking up into his eye. “Yeah, for now. The fact my armor hasn’t been updated since I got found by the Decepticons isn’t helping right now,” she muttered quietly in response with a pained shuddering of her one working door wing.

She looked at the injuries again and shook her head slightly. “This…is bad,” she added softly, her wing shuddering again.

Oh, yeah, this was bad. She shifted and began to slowly, surely, shaking badly as she tried to stand back up. She was shaking and she almost crashed back down, her knee armor badly cracked from her crashing down onto it. “I am not built for this,” she muttered, trying to see if she could transform.

The whine and grinding of a failed transformation could be heard, as if a gear slipped badly. She winced, her one good wing shivering lightly in pain. Oh…the bullet. She looked down and the flare of Cybertronian curses that flew from her mouth were common in the lower ranks of the Decepticon army. The bullet had gotten loose and fallen in not out.

This was just not Nightracer’s day. She looked up suddenly and lifted her off arm in defense.

[deadeye]

Deadeye shot a glance towards the sky for either airborne Autobots, or that A-10 coming by, but saw nothing. His attention went back to Nightracer as he quickly appraised the numerous wounds she had. It was indeed bad. "Sure as sure it's bad. You look like you got lost in a scrapyard." he said as his eye darted around for both the assailant that had chased him out of the parking garage, and a clear way out of the combat zone.

Normally one of his rank would have simply passed by the femme and have gone straight to the objective, which Ravage was doing a fine job of handling so far. But there was something about Nightracer that made him more inclined to save her from becoming a casualty. Perhaps it was because she was one of the few dedicated shooters he had come across so far on earth. Besides, there were plenty of Decepticons here already, and any one of them could snatch the girl.

"Makes me wonder why they sent you then if you aren't built for the task they gave you." said Deadeye almost absentmindedly. The coast was seemingly clear, and hopefully it'd stay that way long enough for him to escort the wounded Decepticon away from the battle. She then tried to get up, then transform, both of which offered nothing. However, he couldn't help but smirk underneath his faceplate when she let out a string of Cybertronian curses.

"Can you move at all?" he asked as he took his hand from her shoulder only momentarily to poke his rifle around the corner of a building. Clear, for now. "If so, we need to get you out of here."

[KITT]

KITT continued to sprint, accelerating well above 20 mph more with his ion boosters in less than a second or two, closing in on Nightracer and Deadeye. His first round of shots had forced Deadeye to change locations-and it seemed he'd come to aid a fellow Decepticon.

"DECEPTICONS! Leave now or leave with regrets!" KITT wielded his red two pronged energy sword ((reference pic: i4.photobucket.com/albums/y144/blackcountach101/RPcharacter%20pics/EnergySword.jpg )) It was practically a rhetorical statement, there was a 90 percent chance, if not MORE that they weren't going to immediately run off.

His gattling guns on his shoulders whirring to life again, he fired them as he wielded the energy sword, giving them a generous, persistent rain-shower of bullets.