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Post by Nightracer on Aug 8, 2009 11:06:15 GMT -5
A black, sleek, Camaro was stopped before a red light, getting more irritated by the moment. Through the tinted black windows, a female could partially be seen, formated to fit Nightracer's wishes, for that was the car.
The sharpshooter had chosen to create her hologram as an athletic female in her early 20s, with black hair that was cut to her earlobes, and the eyes were green...with a red rim around the color of the eyes, a noticable red rim that was thick and a dark red in color. Face forward, determined, she didn't bother to roll down the windows, but the racing through a red light shortly after her meeting with KARR had shown that the primitave cameras would catch the fact there was no driver.
After managing to remove the evidence, since hacking was not her strong point, she created a hologram. She usually had the hologram wearing a tank top and shorts, just for the heck of it, and all were black.
She liked black.
"What the Pit is wrong with these lights? They take forever!" she snarled up at the light, though was quiet.
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Post by backdraft on Aug 8, 2009 15:30:52 GMT -5
Another black car rode up beside Nightracer and heard her talking on on a frequency that only certain things could pickup he then returned a message on a same frequency " i just ignore them" he told her and then took off seeing if she would follow.
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Post by Nightracer on Aug 8, 2009 15:38:48 GMT -5
The hologram's head snapped to the side, where the reply had come from. She shifted and the holograms eyes narrowed. "Yeah, well...I got pulled over twice...well, not really. I blew away from them, but those cops are so fragging annoying. Thank you!" she suddenly stated as the light turned green and with a squeal of tires, she tore off down the road.
Well, tore through the traffic light and then slowed down again with a rev of her engine. She continued to go along, though wondered who was had pulled up next to her. A black car that was built for speed, just like she was. "Brawler or shooter?" she asked suddenly, at Afterburn.
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Post by backdraft on Aug 8, 2009 16:12:07 GMT -5
"mostly a brawler but my energon canons can do quite a number on anyone" he answered he then swerved down an old road that led to a clearing he then returned the question.
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Post by Nightracer on Aug 8, 2009 16:23:08 GMT -5
"What's with everyone being a brawler? Where has the finesse of shooting something gone? And I don't mean obliterating it, I mean hitting it and sending it flying with one, well placed, shot. That's what I do," Nightracer responded and reved her engine as she began to head to the outskirts of town.
She wasn't a brawler. With her fine build and her bulky wings, she got injured, often and easily, in a brawl. If it came to push and shove, she would collapse under the pressure. She wasn't that good of a fighter, she just danced around those bigger then her and shot at them.
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Post by backdraft on Aug 8, 2009 18:38:39 GMT -5
Afterburn thought about this but really didnt have an answer maybe it was because close brawling was more entertaining felling your weapons dispatching an autobot or our fists bashing in an autobot's face but shooting had its advantages like when trying to be stealthy or wernt in good enough range to attack with close range weapons and also when facing flying enemies. ' i guess shooting and brawling are equivalent" he said.
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Post by Nightracer on Aug 8, 2009 23:55:17 GMT -5
Nightracer shifted a little and stated, "I'm not programmed to brawl."
She shifted a little and suddenly excelerated with a squeal of breaks, slid to a stop, not even nicking the nearby building she could have crashed into. She paused and shifted on her wheels, her headlights with the red rim around them. She shifted again, and suddenly her hologram appeared outside of the car, sitting on the hood. "Organics are...intresting," she commented, "inspecting her fingernails".
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Post by deadeye on Aug 9, 2009 1:07:29 GMT -5
A vintage Camaro in flat black was parked right around the corner of the building Nightracer nearly clipped. It didn't move, though the two were certainly close enough to distinguish his diminished signal as that of a Decepticon.
His only problem though was that he wasn't much for conversation. So if the other two Decepticons he sensed wanted him to tag along, he wouldn't say no. If they decided to ignore him, well that just meant a longer stasis nap for him.
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Post by backdraft on Aug 9, 2009 1:18:11 GMT -5
Afterburn watched as Nightracer made her hologram sit on her hood. He rarely used his but he decided to and his hologram appeared on his hood also. His hologram had neon purple and grey eyes and sand colored hair. He then studied them "yes they are a very particular species". He then decided to transform into robot form once he was in it he stretched out and his hologram disappeared.
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Post by Nightracer on Aug 9, 2009 10:56:42 GMT -5
Nightracer didn't transform, though her hologram looked up slightly at him. What was a few feet, really? She shifted and looked over in the direction of Deadeye's signal, before looking back up at Afterburn. She wondered if she should talk to the other and she pointed over her shoulder at Deadeye. "I think I almost hit another Decepticon," she commented before her form dissappeared and she transformed as well.
Shifting, her body getting some stiffness out of the joints, and her door wings went up slightly before coming to settle in a neutral position. Her purple optics looked around, the red rim around them that showed off in her headlights.
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Post by deadeye on Aug 9, 2009 20:35:30 GMT -5
Well, they acknowledged him at least, and that was enough of an invitation to make himself known. With the cover of the building, he transformed into his robot mode, then came around the corner with a rifle in hand. He was sweeping the rooftops through his scope, because one could never be too cautious.
He finally brought the rifle down to his side and began to walk over to the other two Decepticons. Unlike most, both Autobot and Decepticon, he only had one optic, which glowed against the dark. Much like his usual style, he gave a wordless greeting in the form of a nod to the two Decepticons.
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Post by backdraft on Aug 10, 2009 14:46:25 GMT -5
( dont have much to work with)
Afterburn looked at the new decepticon and noticed he had only one optic like ravage. He then looked at the rifle he was carrying and immediatly knew he was a shooter. He then turned to the female Decepticon " my name is Afterburn whta is yours?".
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Post by Nightracer on Aug 10, 2009 14:57:49 GMT -5
Nightracer looked over at Deadeye and eyed him, as well as the rifle, appreciatively. She looked over at Afterburn and responded, quietly, "Nightracer."
She was the second best sharpshooter of the Decepticon Army, but she wasn't a sniper. She was pretty sure the Decepticon that had come out of hiding, was a sniper. She could still appreciate his rifle, however, and it made her want to acquire an upgrade to a get a better armory.
She would like more weapons in general. She shifted a little and looked over at Deadeye. "Our ally will have to introduce himself."
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Post by deadeye on Aug 10, 2009 17:28:22 GMT -5
Deadeye acknowledged Afterburn first, as he was the one who asked his name. His single optic shrunk slightly as he was getting a better look at him. Soon after, he finally spoke to answer the question. "Deadeye." he said as he turned his head to look at Nightracer. A fellow shooting enthusiast?
"Good to know that the art of marksmanship isn't dead." he said with an approving nod. Not to say he couldn't hold his own in close quarters, that's what the straight blade was for. But if he were to use it, he'd rather do it under the cover of stealth, provided shooting a hole in them from a mile away wasn't an option.
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Post by Nightracer on Aug 11, 2009 12:52:56 GMT -5
Nightracer let out a soft rev of her engine in agreement. "I enjoy the feel of a shot, yes," she responded softly and took in Deadeye.
She wondered if she had ever met Deadeye. She was from Cybertron, so she could have. She took in Deadeye and realized that her single-mindedness of following Megatron and keeping people at bay was rather difficult in knowing if she had met people before. She shifted a little and gently rested against the wall, careful with her door wings. They were such an off-set against her petite, femme, body.
It was actually something that didn't help. She looked over at Afterburn and raised an optic ridge. With that calm look, she wondered how she was going to deal with two quiet mechs...since she was a quiet femme. "This conversation is just rivetting," she murmurred in an under tone.
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