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Post by Backbeat on Feb 9, 2019 9:23:58 GMT
Backbeat narrowly moves out of the way of the axe, arms flailing in panic. Backbeat jumps back, a subspace rift forming out a opened panel in his wrist and a device slides out. He tosses it at the now embedded axe in the ground. When it attaches it'll clamp on and shock who ever's holding the axe. Backbeat then motions for Kiyu to move their wounded friend and himself onto the elevator while he distracts the beast.
' Boss level eh? This'll be fun... '
Backbeat would pull another device, an epoxy grenade, out of his subspace and toss it up at the visor covered head of the Guardian, making sure to try to draw him away from the Elevator as he does. Hopefully the jolt from his last attack distracting the drone from getting a face full of glue.
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Post by sarune on Feb 11, 2019 23:43:18 GMT
His axe just barely missing Backbeat, the momentum of the axe couldn't be stopped forcing it to continue upon its route. As within the blink of an eye, the edge of the weapon found itself embedded into the floor beneath them. The heavy weight of the axe in turn requiring effort from the guardian to lift out, though he had no time for that as Backbeat's device electrified the weapon. It provided little more than a minor jolt for such a massive mech, as he mishandled his grip for only an instance.
Such a delay would have surely had further consequences as the expoxy grenade was thrown his way, only a single drone intercepting it saved his visor from potentially debilitating damage. It's flying form smashing into the grenade in mid-air, was far away from either mech that it ultimately exploded harmlessly, bar the drone which was instantly left blinded by the concoction. Although that mattered little as it simply stopped moving, content to float.
It's appearance though was the sign of something much worse as the buzzing that had previously went silent erupted, from the room they'd travelled into last a black swarm began to rise up, it's countless drones creating a wall of metal that seemed much more deadly than the guardian who was moving towards Backbeat again. This time swinging his axe in a sideways strike, just as capable of cutting the mech in half as the last.
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Post by Baku on Feb 13, 2019 1:00:10 GMT
Nodding quietly at what he had figured Backbeat intended, Kiyu moved himself under the top half of Fallout's form before moving to carry her toward the elevator, ensuring to stay out of the Guardian's visual range as he lifted their comrade... That was when he heard the buzzing from behind, grunting a little as he knew exactly what it was.
"Oi, you think those drones will take out the Guardian for us?" Kiyu asked through the comms as he made his way toward the elevator as fast as he could with the body over him.
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Post by Backbeat on Feb 13, 2019 8:45:45 GMT
Backbeat rolls out of the way of the latest swing of the axe. He swears under his breath as rolls behind the Guardian, opening fire on it's leg joints with a barrage of his energon blaster and a warped in sticky grenade. His aim being to keep the thing away from the elevator and himself away from the wall of death encroaching. He focuses most of his shots at the joints in it's legs.
' Your putting a lot of effort into removing me from a place I don't want to be... '
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Post by sarune on Mar 20, 2019 19:47:55 GMT
Eons ago infighting amongst the inhabitants of Leva III had led to dangerous battlegrounds and hazardous terrain that the maintenance droids of the time, small and fragile as they were, where unable to enter without great threat to their existence. So rather than allow the station to continue to deteriorate into chaos the network that had led the maintenance of Leva III retaliated, creating the Guardians, massive titans far larger than the organics that had occupied the planet at the time. Their single purpose to protect the work of their weaker allies as they eliminated those deemed too dangerous to the continued existence of Leva III.
Amongst them the 212th Guardian was one of the smallest, created during a time when the original threat had long been eliminated and the once large moon had been developing multiple levels, many of which could not be traversed by the mightiest of the Guardians. It had instead became the task of the mech who currently faced Backbeat to defend those regions. A task he took with single minded determination, though not an unreasonable mindset since more than one trespasser had been allowed to flee without conflict.
His axe passing by Backbeat after a ferocious swing meant to kill, made it clear this was not one of those more peaceful occasions. Far from it in fact as the mech found himself on the receiving end of the mercenaries energon blaster, which left the metal charred and glowing where the projectiles smashed into armour plating. Though past a slight shudder they did very little to the gigantic mech as he caught the sticky grenade with the blade of his thermo-energon axe, slicing it in half even as the following explosion sent shrapnel flying in all directions as finally the armour was pierced and the lightest splatters of energon where released.
"Backbeat; your previous actions have been taken into consideration. Suspected for eight hundred and one crimes, and ninety two confirmed cases between Floor fifty-five and two hundred and four, you have been determined a detriment to Leva III's continued existence. Your removal has been determined necessary. Please do not resist, it may make your elimination more painful."
Damage which only seemed to inspire the guardian rather than shock him as this time his full leg swung upwards, a sledgehammer in reverse as it tried to kick Backbeat with enough force to cave in the chest plating of a mech his size. As well as send him flying potentially into the swarm that had began reaching their position as the entire hall behind the mech began to become shrouded in the darkness of a thousand beings shoved together till few individuals could be seen within the roaming mass.
An incoming threat that would surely eradicate the inactive force of Kiyu and the stasis-locked Fallout who had at the very least remained stable despite the hectic drive through the labryinth below the real streets of the Ecumenopolis.
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Post by Baku on Mar 20, 2019 23:49:28 GMT
Having made it safely into the elevator, he propped their stasis-locked friend against the wall before hopping up onto a panel, ready at a moment's notice to get the elevator moving before he got an idea. Probably not a good one, but worth a shot, as he didn't have any crimes on this planet to speak of as he was in his reptilian mode.
"Oi, guardian! He's trying to turn over a new leaf, you hear me?! We've got injured over here that needs medical attention!" He still had a few tricks up his servos in case the large mech decided to attack instead of understand... It'd at least give Backbeat a window to hop into the elevator. "Let 'em be a good mech, for once!"
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Post by Backbeat on Mar 24, 2019 7:19:51 GMT
Backbeat rolls out of the way of the Guardian's kick. Making sure to advance backwards towards the elevator. His energon blaster not being so lucky, it's barrel catching the end of the guardian's foot and shattering. Backbeat tosses the ruined gun at the Guardian's face.
' Oh come on! That was a gift! '
He opens a small subspace tear and pulls out a grenade launcher. Opening fire with the thing as he retreats to the elevator.
' If your gonna do something! NOW'S THE TIME! '
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Post by sarune on Apr 13, 2019 21:19:29 GMT
Kiyu's distraction was a waste of time, ignored without even an instance of thought to the matter, the Guardian had no reason to negotiate or listen to pleas for unwarranted mercy. The maintenance force of Leva III did not deal with saboteurs. Kiyu and his accomplice in the lift's time would come as well. For now though he had another focus as his leg struck out at the mercenary, it was only Backbeat's agility that avoided the strike from crushing the focus of his assault.
Though the weapon was noticeably more unlucky as it was left a shattered and disfigured chunk of scrap metal. Useless for anything more than a minor distraction as the weapon was hurled towards the Guardian, who lazily swung his blade forward slicing the gun in half even as the force of his blow knocked the remains to the side harmlessly. Just moments before he stepped forward, almost crossing the distance between the two with his monumental size in a single bound. Which left him little space to dodge the grenade launcher that suddenly appeared in his opponents hands.
Not that it was required.
Hurtling towards him, a direct hit may have dealt sufficient damage to be considered a hindrance or perhaps even lethal mattering on a number of factors. As the horde behind him arrive though none of that mattered. Having arrived as a sinister cloud that had been nearing ever closer, it was only the hive mind the Guardian shared with other maintenance droids that he didn't panic as his titanic form was consumed. A mech sixty foot tall and built for combat vanished beneath the black wave that hid the light even as the muffled explosion of Backbeat's grenade launcher occurred. Their was too many of them now as they charged forward the first arriving with buzzing blades and savage claws more dangerous than a scraplet pack as they tried to rip and tear Backbeat's form. Already many where passing him by, heading straight into the elevator as the first began shredding into those within.
Fallout woke, blaster firing upon endless numbers, already feasting upon her frame.
She was not the only meal for the wave.
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Post by Baku on Apr 13, 2019 22:01:54 GMT
"SLAGGING MOTHER OF A GLITCHED DECEPTICON, I AM GOING TO RIP YOU ALL NEW PROCESSORS!" Kiyu cursed and swore as the swarm made its way in, pressing on the control panel to swiftly close the doors as he jumped onto and tore apart as many drones as he could to keep them off of Backbeat and Fallout, his reptilian mode in full show as his claws and bladed tail-club bludgeoned and dug into the swarm that he could reach. As the doors closed, he would keep cursing, almost louder than the swarm as he did his level best to tear the drones limb from limb. The small mech's primal rage was in full swing, but that didn't stop the swarm from trying to do the same to him, leaving deep cuts in several areas of his chassis. This only served to enrage him more as his energon started bleeding out. "I DIDN'T COME THIS FAR TO DIE, SO ALL YOU PIECES OF HEINOUS SCRAP-METAL ARE COMING WITH ME!"
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Post by Backbeat on Apr 15, 2019 8:01:54 GMT
Backbeat jumps back as he tosses the grenade launcher, a knife stuck into the side of it, into the oncoming swarm as the first few start to attack the squad. Backbeat jumps into the elevator as the doors close. He slides on his back as he makes it in. His momentum and the explosion of the launcher slamming him into elevator's back wall as the doors close and the elevator rises. The drones attacking him slam into the wall as well, the impact breaking their more fragile systems.
That would be when the music started playing... It was calming... The elevator very quickly picked up speed as it rises thru the levels. They had a little while to wait till their destination. A now very concussed Backbeat re-positions himself to lean against the wall. His outer armor was mostly wrecked, nothing fatal or debilitating, but he looked more like a Demora district regular now. He then slowly gets up, opening a small warp and pulling out an unloaded rifle and a clip. Granted, he too out of it to fire the damn thing, as he tries to load it, he can't seem to. Only able spill the clips contents on the ground and use the rifle to smash the last of the drones as he stumbles back into his corner of the room. Sliding down the wall into a huddle, he looks across the room at his two friends. His voice sounded equal parts exhausted and relived.
' Holy... What the HELL WAS ALL THAT!? '
He chuckles to himself, stopping only to grip in pain at his wounded shoulder.
' Kiyu, Fallout... Why does this scrap keep happening? '
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Post by sarune on Apr 29, 2019 2:38:35 GMT
Fallout had been well aware of the damage she'd received since the Decepticon's had invaded her home, due in part to the malfunctioning receptors that through battle damage and poor maintenance had bizarrely found themselves functioning though highly sensitive despite her own attempts to lower their data input. It had been ultimately pointless as without their removal, distinctly improbable with so many and during the danger of battle, Fallout had simply been forced to bare with the damage that had been dealt to her frame and the pain that came with it. A constant buzz against her processor that was almost as terrible as any physical wound, although hardly as dangerous as the near-fatal mess that had been her bleeding and non-functional arm had been before Kiyu had intervened.
Even on death door the agony of a protoform and armour melting where blazing flames met them was difficult to appreciate. Their was nothing quite like a piece of your body simply dissolving as intense heat turned what should have been solid and unyielding metal into boiling liquids even if only for the second it took for the wound to seal. If she'd been able to hold up against such torture, Fallout might have been able to thank the mech for his quick thinking. Her pride though, broken and battered as the world she knew crumbled under Decepticon might, couldn't accept that now. Stasis-lock from pain wasn't after all a particularly common occurrence, although waking up in an elevator swarmed by drones that even then where trying to rip her to shreds, was hardly usual either.
For this Backbeat was already her suspected culprit even if she doubted he had anything to do with the invasion. He just had a habit for getting into such scenarios that his reputation for the inexplicable was well known. She'd bring it up once they where in the clear she figured then, blaster already firing as her stasis-lock was deactivated in desperation from the growing wounds created by the horde.
A constant wave which hadn't faltered much as the blast doors shutdown behind Backbeat, leaving only those that had been inside, a massive number that even then had crowded up much of the space in the elevator. At least until the elevator had been sent flying upwards sending many of them smashing into the walls and floor, as well as the others bodies as they shattered in large under the forces applied to their small frames.
Which was almost painful for all inside at least until gravity systems within the machine activated, reducing the downforce noticeably as Fallout let out a sigh of relief once the elevator had went up a few levels. Just moments before Backbeat spoke bringing the attention of the room to him, as Fallout's tired optics scanned his injured form, better than her own but not as much as she would prefer since he was currently one of the two people standing between her and a number of horrible ways to die.
She figured since she was still alive despite the trouble those two had ran into it wouldn't be so hard to explain what had as he'd asked 'what was all that'
"That was Leva III's maintenance level security. They don't like people being down their without permission..." Attempting to shrug then, only one shoulder raised as the other failed to move entirely causing her to wince. "...that was more than usual but we're not near to the core, what in the pits name did you both do down there?"
She didn't mention if they'd been closer to the core due to her jump that the force they'd faced would have been only a drop in the ocean.
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Post by Baku on Apr 29, 2019 23:13:27 GMT
Kiyu was exventing heavily as he got back up slowly, having been knocked for a loop when the elevator suddenly shot up. Starting to pick his teeth with his claws as he listened to the duo exchange banter, he flicked a drone's eye from between one of his dagger-like teeth before he looked to Fallout.
"Let's just say that A, Backbeat let off a grenade launcher or two after you screamed bloody murder, and B, the guardian just so happened to be wandering by... I'd say lady luck wants me dead, but that's me being optimistic at this point." Kiyu chuckled with the kind of laugh that only a heyenoid would love before looking to Backbeat.
"Now, might I suggest no more carnage for the day? We're already targets as it is being survivors of a Decepticon raid... Where we're heading, though, we won't have to worry about that kind of ruckus. District 181, to be precise..." He stated as the elevator kept going up.
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Post by Backbeat on May 2, 2019 5:48:53 GMT
Backbeat, sitting in the corner of the elevator, sighs as he eyes the buttons on the elevator. He looks back at his erstwhile allies.
' I expect I should also contact the Autobots and report this... Now if there is one thing I hate... It's paperwork. '
He slumps a bit. Looking up to the roof of the box.
' How long till we reach comms distance? '
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Post by Baku on May 3, 2019 0:15:01 GMT
Kiyu's optics blinked and widened at hearing "Autobots", turning his helm swiftly toward Backbeat as he transformed into robot mode, his painted battle-mask still covering his mouth.
"Autobots? In this system? Are you mad or do you know more than you let on?" He requested as he looked to the mech. Grunting to himself a little as the pain from the wounds the drones left finally set in, Kiyu looked up toward the ceiling of the elevator.
"It'll take a few more levels, but I would highly recommend that you wait until we get where I'm taking our sorry afts before trying to make any sort of contact... Decepticon scanners and intelligence agents will be all over the place, you can bet on that..."
As the elevator's speed had stabilized with the gravity, it would only take a little longer to get to floor 181 of the planet, Guangsho District...
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