Post by Nightracer on Aug 22, 2009 4:18:13 GMT -5
Case File
Subject: Nightracer
Time Period: Fall of [name of neutral city is unreadable, due to data encryption] to Early Years of the Decepticon Army
Reasoning: Sole Survivor
[date is encrypted]
The sudden fight that the Decepticons had instigated had been unexpected. The Autobots had no choice but to fight back inside the city limits. They fight was brutal and it flattened buildings, destroying them completely.
One such building collapsed and trapped a Neutral femme by the designation of Blindshot. She was buried under rubble, partially, but was yanked out be a Decepticon who was destroyed in the following battle, even though his throwing of the femme had done more damage to her then the crushing of the rubble on top of her pale blue and pale pink frame.
As the fight went on, the squadron commander was under heavy fire of one Autobot when a single bullet sped past him and through the Autobot’s spark chamber. When the commander looked back, he saw the femme fall back with a cruel smirk. “Stupid fragger,” she growled before collapsing.
The leader looked around before leaning down to inspect the femme. After a few moments, he nodded firmly, and pointed. “Take her with us. We’ll repair her at the base. Oh…and bring them. We’ll need the parts,” he ordered and the survivors rushed to obey as the squadron leader himself carried Blindshot back to base.
He personally assisted on the repairs and when she was repaired, insured that there was nothing left of her original color, possibly even parts. They had repaired her, but the armor was shabby.
In fact, her armor was scrap and he was always careful. He knew she wouldn’t survive in a brawl…or at all. She needed better armor, but she was too low on the food chain. But, the Squadron Leader’s personal interest in her left people to believe there was something else going on.
Blindshot, it was discovered after a mech was dismantled for spare parts, was an equivalent of a young teenager. She wasn’t even fully grown and that didn’t stop anything. Blindshot was kept close to his side, she wasn’t even allowed her own quarters.
When she finally reached adulthood, he had her given better armor (not by much), but she wouldn’t die. It was still scrap, however, and when she went out to fight, she came back in need of tons of repairs, but Blindshot never noticed how her spark casing seemed to never even feel the damage.
After a time, the Squadron Leader who saved her, gave her the rifles that she now has on her arms, and was destroyed shortly after. Blindshot then requested something and swore loyalty to the Decepticon cause, becoming Nightracer.
Her first few years were more in medbay then in battle field, till she began to show off her sharp-shooting abilities. Her armor eventually, over time, just got enough repairs to hold up under small onslaughts, but brawls had her looking like scrap and a battlefield meant that she would spend a few days repairing, but she always came back.
She slowly rose to be the second best sharpshooter of the Decepticon Army…but that wasn’t enough to pull her up in the ranks. To this day, Nightracer remains lower on the ranks, considered expendable, despite the fact she is one of the few femmes who willing remains with the Decepticons for this length of time.
End Case File
As the mech who was reviewing the file and filing in some things, he sighed softly. “She never did learn that Triscope* was her Mech Creator,” he murmured softly, unaware of someone listening at the door.
At his words, a small built femme with over-sized door wings slowly pulled away from the door. She shifted and Nightracer sighed once out of audio shot. “I’m not stupid…I always noticed the little things and the over-protectiveness,” she murmured and walked on.
(*the Squadron Leader whose name was removed from all files)
Subject: Nightracer
Time Period: Fall of [name of neutral city is unreadable, due to data encryption] to Early Years of the Decepticon Army
Reasoning: Sole Survivor
[date is encrypted]
The sudden fight that the Decepticons had instigated had been unexpected. The Autobots had no choice but to fight back inside the city limits. They fight was brutal and it flattened buildings, destroying them completely.
One such building collapsed and trapped a Neutral femme by the designation of Blindshot. She was buried under rubble, partially, but was yanked out be a Decepticon who was destroyed in the following battle, even though his throwing of the femme had done more damage to her then the crushing of the rubble on top of her pale blue and pale pink frame.
As the fight went on, the squadron commander was under heavy fire of one Autobot when a single bullet sped past him and through the Autobot’s spark chamber. When the commander looked back, he saw the femme fall back with a cruel smirk. “Stupid fragger,” she growled before collapsing.
The leader looked around before leaning down to inspect the femme. After a few moments, he nodded firmly, and pointed. “Take her with us. We’ll repair her at the base. Oh…and bring them. We’ll need the parts,” he ordered and the survivors rushed to obey as the squadron leader himself carried Blindshot back to base.
He personally assisted on the repairs and when she was repaired, insured that there was nothing left of her original color, possibly even parts. They had repaired her, but the armor was shabby.
In fact, her armor was scrap and he was always careful. He knew she wouldn’t survive in a brawl…or at all. She needed better armor, but she was too low on the food chain. But, the Squadron Leader’s personal interest in her left people to believe there was something else going on.
Blindshot, it was discovered after a mech was dismantled for spare parts, was an equivalent of a young teenager. She wasn’t even fully grown and that didn’t stop anything. Blindshot was kept close to his side, she wasn’t even allowed her own quarters.
When she finally reached adulthood, he had her given better armor (not by much), but she wouldn’t die. It was still scrap, however, and when she went out to fight, she came back in need of tons of repairs, but Blindshot never noticed how her spark casing seemed to never even feel the damage.
After a time, the Squadron Leader who saved her, gave her the rifles that she now has on her arms, and was destroyed shortly after. Blindshot then requested something and swore loyalty to the Decepticon cause, becoming Nightracer.
Her first few years were more in medbay then in battle field, till she began to show off her sharp-shooting abilities. Her armor eventually, over time, just got enough repairs to hold up under small onslaughts, but brawls had her looking like scrap and a battlefield meant that she would spend a few days repairing, but she always came back.
She slowly rose to be the second best sharpshooter of the Decepticon Army…but that wasn’t enough to pull her up in the ranks. To this day, Nightracer remains lower on the ranks, considered expendable, despite the fact she is one of the few femmes who willing remains with the Decepticons for this length of time.
End Case File
As the mech who was reviewing the file and filing in some things, he sighed softly. “She never did learn that Triscope* was her Mech Creator,” he murmured softly, unaware of someone listening at the door.
At his words, a small built femme with over-sized door wings slowly pulled away from the door. She shifted and Nightracer sighed once out of audio shot. “I’m not stupid…I always noticed the little things and the over-protectiveness,” she murmured and walked on.
(*the Squadron Leader whose name was removed from all files)
