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Post by Backbeat on Dec 14, 2018 1:06:54 GMT
Backbeat tentatively looks around, this was not something he wanted to expand on. He follows them both.
' Right, don't split the party... Got it. '
He opened on of the storage bays on his arm and fished a pistol out of it. He tosses it to Kiyu, then proceeds to open a subspace portal and fishes out the handle to an energy sword, tossing it to Fallout. He also retrieves a sawed off shotgun for himself.
' You think the Decepticons'll be mad enough to follow us down here? They don't recruit for common sense and all. '
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Post by sarune on Dec 17, 2018 22:37:36 GMT
Now stepping through the entrance-way, Fallout's shoulders relaxed only a little as she passed through the frame which was clearly designed for massive robots far outsizing an average Cybertronian, as the entire group passed through without even risking touching the edges. Soon they stepped into a corridor, just as large as the room behind them, but designed only for moving to and from the more important rooms. Which seemed to be far off into the distance as she looked either way upon entering the corridor, her helm twisted left and right staring across both seemingly endless passageways before she turned right, with only a slight hesitation.
The questions of her group a good distraction for her troublesome thoughts as she continued onwards, optics opened and constantly wary.
"Never travelled to the core, haven't found a way in. The first and second floor aren't so much separate areas as just one massive labyrinth with the type of security you don't want to stumble across at some dead end. Maybe there's an entrance to the core there, maybe not, I'm not suicidal though. I'll take a visit with the Shadow of Archon before I wander down there again." Fallout complained, her voice low and deliberately quiet to avoid catching attention from anything that could possibly hear the group.
Just barely catching the sword as it was thrown to her with the way her nerves where currently she had doubts about how usable it was but held onto it anyway as her tight-knuckle grip wrapped around the handle as though she could strangle some self-assurance from it.
"They've got roughly fifty-four floors we could be on, even more, once we're out of here. I didn't see any of them close enough to make the jump so chances of them following us are low. Scrap if I know though, Quadrack should have been enough to discourage any attacks, I heard he almost crushed Sarune's Dreadwolf once and half of us joined him for a chance of his glory days. A screw loose in all of us, frag I knew I shouldn't have joined up for this scrap." She said, coming to a stop as reality caught up and Fallout found herself leaning against a wall for support.
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Post by Baku on Dec 18, 2018 0:43:32 GMT
Kiyu caught the pistol in his jaws before putting it away into his own subspace for the time being, looking curiously around before he felt the femme he was holding onto lean against the wall. Jumping off and landing without much sound on the corridor floor, Kiyu transformed and looked up at Fallout, worried.
"Your injuries... How bad are they?"
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Post by Backbeat on Dec 21, 2018 6:01:52 GMT
Backbeat lets out an uncharacteristically concerned look at his two compatriots, before catching himself and quickly turning his attention away, he looks out at the dark corridors.
' We can't go back to the past... That's the mistake we all make. We start thinking how it was rather than what'll be. By the time we do... '
He stops himself from getting introspective, returning to the more upbeat characterization he's known for.
' Besides... At least we're alive... I'm counting that as a tick in the win category. '
He notices Fallout leaning against the wall.
' Uh... You ok? '
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Post by sarune on Dec 26, 2018 21:40:19 GMT
Her left arm raising to shield herself, in the current calm, Fallout was only now taking in the extent of her injuries as her servo pushed hard against her shoulder, energon leaking from the gaps where she couldn't plug the hole. Just one of the many that dotted her armour which she'd ignored for the sake of focusing on her own survival. Now which was no longer under the threat of Decepticon enforced termination but rather the wounds she was now forced to acknowledge. Including the pain that damaged and overwhelmed sensors where sending to her processor as her legs buckled but remained standing under the strain. For a moment her only response to the duo was a grunt as she tried to overcome the tide of sensation.
Only forcing the pain back when she overrode her sensors, decreasing the sensitivity for the sake of her own sanity. It would be dangerous though if she received any more damage, with her decreased ability to feel the severity of her own wounds and a reliance on damaged sensors, a result of the warp cannon explosion most likely.
"Bad." She gritted out between clenched denta as an attempt to move her right arm sent the few remaining sensors in that arm wild with agony before she clamped down on the bloody tear. "Glitchblastfragfraggroundpoundingknockoff..."
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Post by Baku on Dec 27, 2018 3:22:58 GMT
Kiyu nodded as he clambered up the wall and checked over Fallout's wounds. Multiple shrapnel wounds, good-sized wound going down one arm... He thought to himself as he stayed on his sort of perch, his optics scanning the area for any signs of cyber-plantlife or crystals.
"Backbeat, you got any basic first-aid that might be able to help for now? I know a medic that can patch her up, but we need to get to a safe place first, and that requires her to be able to move a lot further than her current state will probably allow..."
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Post by Backbeat on Dec 27, 2018 22:50:26 GMT
Backbeat nods then starts rooting thru all of the little storage bays and subspace pockets that dotted his body. He panics as he searches for it, before quickly pulling out a small box. He crouches down and opens the box.
' I've got some electro patches... A couple vials of energon, a welding torch, and some pliers. '
Backbeat lights the pilot light on the welding torch. And grabs an few nearby chunks of metal. He uses them to patch up the large wound going down Fallout's arm.
' We need to stop any energon bleed. Hey Fallout, dying right now would be lame...'
After getting the patch job started. He tosses the welding torch to Kiyu, motioning for him to continue. Backbeat pulls out a metal bladed knife and a laser bladed knife. He seems to mess with the setting on the laser knife for a minute. He then takes the metal knife and uses it to pop out the shrapnel. Then uses the laser blade to cauterize the wound.
' Seriously... I mean it, don't you try it. '
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Post by sarune on Dec 28, 2018 18:07:47 GMT
There was an instinct in the pain to close her optics, as though reducing the senses she had available might make what she felt less intense, though even she could see the failure in that logic. It was easier instead to focus on something else entirely, a difficult task with the way her processor was intent on reminding her of her injuries, while the duo aside her worried about the wounds. Knowing why they where worried didn't particularly help, but it was more enjoyable than letting the hole in her arm return to the forefront of her awareness.
A bit like the enjoyment of dark humour in the moment before death rather than the excruciating final moments.
Not that Fallout was really that bad, as she let out a chuckle which only caused a few specs of energon to dribble from her intake.
"Heh, never thought I'd see you care Backbeat. Quadrack would eat you alive if he caught you like this... Oh don't you fragging dare come near me with that bl... AHHHHHHHH".
From there all Fallout knew was pain.
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Post by Baku on Dec 29, 2018 3:16:01 GMT
Kiyu caught the blowtorch and dropped his facial-guard, pulling the arm closer to him before pinning it with his pede and welding the wound shut with the scrap metal. As he welded it, he also used the torch to shape it a little, making it more curved to match the contours of the arm, enabling some flexibility for her so that it wouldn't be too stiff in a dire situation if they were to run into one.
"It's gonna sting like a glitch, but you'll live... And Quadrack? You mean that walking trash-heap of a heavy? Lady, if you called him a leader, I'm sorry, but he is far from the proper definition... Even Starscream would have been a better leader than that hammer-wielding oaf..."
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Post by Backbeat on Dec 30, 2018 1:02:57 GMT
Backbeat continues his work, occasionally taking a break to clean off the knife with a rag he somehow had. He tried to relax, but it was clear he was still a little panicked from their escape. The current issue contributing to it greatly.
' He did warn you... Besides, you dying would put mean we have two thirds a successful escape. And I'm a more round number guy... '
Backbeat thought to himself as he worked. He wondered why the Decepticons were dead set on murdering everything on this floor, what that two timing con leader was up to what... He stops himself and laughs darkly to himself, hearing Kiyu's comment.
' Where this a battlefield or politics... You'd be right, but this is the fringes of society... And things work different out here. The biggest bot who can kick over the most sand castles is king... Not very democratic, but that's just how these things go. '
He circles one of the knives the air as he get's back to work popping out shrapnel and cauterizing the wound with the laser knife.
' Besides, idiot he was... He never tried to kill me and take my stuff... Well after the first time anyway... '
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Post by sarune on Jan 4, 2019 23:22:27 GMT
OOC: Sorry, it's a poor post, I couldn't really think of anything else to do but felt I needed to stop holding up the rp.
If they expected a response, it wasn't going to come from Fallout as her damaged receptors where overwhelmed by the pain from the blowtorch. Any attempts for logical thought was utterly decimated, as the femme's processor went blank, the last thing she did was hit out with a death curdling scream before her optics dimmed rapidly signifying she'd been stasis-locked but not outright killed. Though such a possibility still existed if proper repairs didn't occur soon with the way energon continued to trickle from her wound which had been sealed over, at the cost of letting the impurities of the scrap metal enter her energon system. An issue that would eventually cause many issues without treatment with the way much of the floor around them was covered in unmentionable liquids.
Far away though in response to her scream, dozens of repair and maintenance bots turned to face their direction.
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Post by Baku on Jan 5, 2019 1:06:54 GMT
"I know that it is the fringes of society, but it doesn't mean I have to-" Kiyu was about to retort before the scream rang out, making him flinch before looking to the femme falling into stasis. Scrap... That probably woke up the whole neighborhood... They needed to get Fallout moving, or-
Something wasn't right... He could feel it in the air, something else was stirring in the darkness. He could feel it, his animalistic instincts wanting to kick in to the feeling of sudden danger.
"Backbeat, we need to move, now..." Kiyu grunted before tossing the mech back the welding torch. Jumping down, making sure his feet were well-planted on the filthy ground before pressing a button in on the center of his chest, seeming to have activated a homing-beacon that sent a message to some unknown location.
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Post by Backbeat on Jan 5, 2019 5:44:38 GMT
Backbeat lets out a string of curses as he packs up the medical supplies as he starts to panic. He tosses the pack into one of his many subspace pockets and pulls out a sawed off shotgun, cracking it open he loads it with bright red shells.
' Well... I hope you got a plan buddy. Or we'll be literally up shit creek with out a paddle. '
He shifts his stance in the muck. He takes aim at the incoming movement in the shadows. He's ready for a fight, knowing his explosive shells will finish it.
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Post by sarune on Jan 8, 2019 0:51:49 GMT
The trio's first true warning of something coming was the sudden shift of lighting as neutral bio-lights above flickered once then shifted, submerging the area in a horrid red that left many of the puddles around their feet a murky brown. In the few occasions, such could be seen with the darker lighting. Which only lasted for a few seconds before massive pillars that held up the planet above where illuminated in thousands of lights running across their frames like patchwork puzzles that glowed a blinding white. Then just as quickly expanded, crossing over from one side to the other as walls of light where formed, creating checkpoints the trio would have to face.
Far sooner than any of them likely intended, as sections of the pillars split off from the centre rising inches out from the once awe-inspiring craftswork to begin moving on rails on the ceiling above. Each moving in such a way that their purpose became clear as the light-walls scanned the surface around them, progressing on a path that went past layers of rubble in the corridor, yet continuing on without pause. Only a strange growing buzz far in the distance providing any seeming change, as though thousands of bees had found their nest disturbed by an unwanted arrival.
At the pace the walls were moving though, the one coming towards them would take only a minute to reach them, even if it was moving at a pace they could probably outrun. The limp form of Fallout arguably left that plan in question. Alongside the ever-increasing buzz which seemed to get closer every moment.
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Post by Baku on Jan 8, 2019 1:18:20 GMT
"I do... This place should have some sort of ventilation system so that this place doesn't scorch itself to the grounds below with heat. If you feel wind, that's a good sign there's a vent nearby. We need to get one that goes to the surface or a higher level!" Kiyu spoke as he moved to drag Fallout along, knocking her over so that he could at least get them moving, his optics darting around for a way up and out. He wrapped his arms around her shoulder joints, dragging her as best he could, which was surprisingly fast for the runt-sized mech he was. He seemed like he did this kind of thing a lot... As Kiyu dragged her stasis-locked body along, he'd look up and nearly get his optics blinded from the sudden flash of light before seeing the large wall heading their way, hearing the buzzing behind it.
"ScrapmyfraggingLIFE- Backbeat, please tell me you've got an alternate form that could help us out here?!" Kiyu badgered the larger mech with the shotgun.
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