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Post by Nightracer on Aug 23, 2009 0:58:17 GMT -5
Years had passed, passed beyond the lives of humans and war or not, Nightracer was going to spend what little time off she had with Deadeye. She had even shut off her comm to everyone except Deadeye and paused as she turned to look over her shoulder.
She had much better armor now, armor that gleamed with good care and it could now withstand all but the strongest shots. She was sure that she could survive a blast from a plasma round, but she hadn't been taking any chances like that and had, in fact, even revised her skills, becoming the best Sharpshooter in the Army, thus making her important.
She smiled a little and paused, looking straight at Deadeye. "Oh, come along! It's not that bad! Just because I told you that if I found out you contacted anyone I would shoot you in a delicate sensor nonwithstanding," she told him in a no-nonsense voice.
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Post by deadeye on Sept 6, 2009 23:52:30 GMT -5
Deadeye grumbled. Not because he disliked Nightracer's company, but rather because he just didn't like to move much. The war was seemingly starting to boil down some, though that hardly warranted for any rest or merrymaking. Though he only would regard Nightracer as an actual "friend" as opposed to just an associate, he still wasn't much of a social butterfly. But he could probably suck it up, for her sake at least.
"Fine, fine." he said as she lead him along to...wherever it was they were going."Everyone else is more than likely busy with their own ends, so I couldn't contact anyone even if I wanted to." he added. "Where are we headed, anyway?" asked Deadeye.
(I apologize for a staggering amount of short. The muse lives, barely. :{ )
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Post by Nightracer on Sept 10, 2009 11:45:51 GMT -5
Nightracer smirked in a slightly cocky way and nodded. She had come her for the sunset, as romantically sappy as that sounded, but it was odd. She remembered, back before the Invasions Megatron had ordered, how much she had, to borrow a human expression, been head over heels in love with him.
Only it hadn't been love, just blinded devotion carried over from when she was the equivilent of a teenager and just seen him after being rescused by the Decepticons via Tri-scope, which she learned about later.
But Megatron had been, or so she thought, who had been the one to save her.
Amazing what eavesdropping could do.
"Good. We are heading to a place that I found about a month back. It has the most amazing sunsets, but the sunrises are cut off by rock. Yes, I know, a very femme thing to have. Can't help it, slagging programming," she responded with a small shrug of one of her door wings, which were still over-sized in comparison to her build, or at least what would one expect on a femme of her build.
It was her special place, but she didn't tell Deadeye that. It was the place she went where she wasn't a Decepticon, she was just a femme. She remembered, distantly, what it was like to be a neutral femme. One of her door wings shuddered a little, as her processor brought up the flames, the crushing, the death that led her to being a Decepticon warrior and her optics darkened slightly before she shook her head and paused before flipping over one of the rocks that blocked the way to Her Place.
"You can also crawl over, if you can't do amazing acrobatics," she stated over the rock and continued to walk along.
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