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Re: Bolt of Glory (Open) « Reply #15 on Mar 12, 2009, 9:16am »
"Remedy, whats going on?"
The medic turned briefly to the other Femme.
"It's nothing..." He forced out unconvincingly. But he didn't elaborate any further. Instead he brought a fearful gaze back to the Decepticon.
"They said you were dead." He whispered.
Mimic smiled smugly.
"Did they?" She spared a glance at the other Autobot and the neutral. Both of whom looked more than a tad twitchy." Well it would seem that a grievous error was made. As you can very well see. Now, where is he?" The Autobot Femme had moved in between the Neutral, shielding her patient as it would seem.
Remedy was still silent.
"Answer me!!" Mimic snapped.
The chief medic brought his hands up in a placating manner.
"Calm down, Stitch, I don't know..." He pleaded.
At that, Mimic erupted. Racing forward she put the grenade so close to his face, his optics were crossed focusing on it.
"Don't you ever call me that! My designation is Mimic. Our wonderful mentor killed Stitchup." She growled. "Now, tell me where he is. If anyone would know, it's you." She shot the medic with a look of pure disgust. "You always were his favorite."
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Re: Bolt of Glory (Open) « Reply #16 on May 15, 2009, 8:52pm »
(The player who played Slipshot recently informed me that she can no longer play on this site due to other commitments. Consider the character an NPC from here on, I guess.)
Though fairly concerned about the situation as a whole, Rainchime couldn't help but be intrigued by the turn of events.
'Remedy knows this lunitic?' she wondered to herself. From the femme's words it certainly seemed so.
Realizing that the situation wasn't going to be resolved before something drastic happened, Rainchime sough a way to keep things from escalating.
"There really is no reason to threaten," Rainchime started, attempting to take control of the volatile situation. She opened her hands in a peaceful gesture and tried to keep her voice calm and unwavering as she addressed the 'Con. "Just tell us what you are looking for and we'll do our best to help."
Rainchime was fairly certain she wasn't going to like whatever the femme was after, but hoped that if she could just keep her talking then maybe they could stall for time. Where WERE those guards!? Rainchime glanced to at the grenade in the Decepticon's hand and tried to swallow her nervousness. Hopefully the 'Con wasn't really intending to harm anyone, though Rainchime didn't really think she could expect any less from a Decepticon.
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Re: Bolt of Glory (Open) « Reply #17 on May 20, 2009, 9:32am »
"There really is no reason to threaten,"
Mimic barely heard the Autobot's voice above the screaming of her own mind. There was a cacophony of noise rattling around in her processor and it made reality fade into the background.
She might have missed the Femme's words entirely had Remedy's optics not darted toward her, reminding the Decepticon that there was indeed a bystander in all this. It was just the barest shift in focus but Mimic's sight was so locked on Remedy that she picked it up instantly.
"Just tell us what you are looking for and we'll do our best to help."
The Decepticon felt her tanks churn in revulsion.
"Help? You really expect me to believe that, Autobot?" She gave the nervous Femme a smug sneer. "I plan to murder one of your own. I plan to hang him from the tallest tower on Cybertron by his puss filled internals and watch as he flails about like an animal." The Decepticon threw her head back and laughed. "You really plan on helping me with that?" She questioned with more than a hint of sarcasm.
Mimic turned back to her original interrogation.
"So, unless you'd like to end up hanging from something high by your internals, Remedy, I'd suggest you put that legendary cowardice to use and tell me what I want to know." The Decepticon hissed poisonously.
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Re: Bolt of Glory (Open) « Reply #18 on Jun 3, 2009, 12:21am »
"No," Replied Rainchime, visually sickened by the images invoked by the Femme's vivid words. "No, that's not at all what I meant..I meant help ~you~." She whispered this last bit to herself, realizing the Femme's attention was back on the other Medic.
Rainchime might not have been the strongest or most gutsy of her race, but what she lacked in outright fearlessness, she made up several times over in determination. She would not let this Decepticon intimidate her into a trembling mess, or allow the intruder to harm her friends while there was still charge in her spark. Vaguely, she wondered if perhaps turning this femme's attention to her had been a bad idea. When Rainchime had spoken to her, the Decepticon appeared to have to practically fight her way out of whatever mania consumed her.
Rainchime was no stranger to the afflictions of madness. It lurked in the eyes of her more seasoned Special-OPs mech's, those the most experienced in the darker aspects of sabotage and infiltration, those who had seen and done the unspeakable all in the Aubotbot name.
She remembered once holding the head of a blue young-no-longer mech in her hands as he trembled on his knees before her, clutching her arms as if she were the only thing anchoring him in the living world.
"I've killed innocence, seen their crumbled bodies burning in the after fires of my explosives," he'd whispered in the confessional-like darkness, while madness danced in the light of his eyes, licking at the edges of his sanity. The affliction was an ever present hazard in their line of work.
As she observed the Femme, Rainchime's mind superimposed another over their growling captor's image. A pathetically young mech, one of her newest, who had been rescued after several months spend in the darkness of enemy torture chambers. He'd been returned to them a broken thing, no semblance of intelligence left in him. He could only spit and growl and tear at himself as unspeakable demons burned the inside of his mind hollow. An overdose of sedatives, delivered by one of Rainchime's apprentices, had mercifully relieved him of the cutting fragments of life. The apprentice had been discharged because of the act, but Rainchime couldn't help but feel relief on the dead mech's behalf. He had been lost long before he had been killed.
The Decepticon Femme seemed to have forgotten Rainchime's presence once again, or at least no longer saw her worth consideration.
'Maybe...maybe I could stun her....' Rainchime though of her not-weapon and wondered if she contained aptitude enough to stun the other Femme before alerting her to the intent. The Autobot combat medic was hesitant to find out; she would be betting her, Remedy and SlipShot's lives on talent she wasn't sure she had and she wasn't the gambling type. However she was fairly certain talking was no longer an option. There was no reasoning with the insane.
'Who gave you these demons,' wondered Rainchime to herself. 'Who wronged you so that you need such violent retribution?'
Outloud, "Remedy, just tell her what she needs to know."
She would take whatever opportunities fate offered her when she saw them.
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Re: Bolt of Glory (Open) « Reply #19 on Jun 3, 2009, 5:29am »
"Remedy, just tell her what she needs to know."
Mimic smiled. A strange and terrifying sight in itself. There was a slow squeal of metal against metal as her faceplates pulled back into a too-wide grin.
She turned on the Autobot Femme.
“Thank you. It’s much appreciated.” Mimic intoned in a voice much too syrupy for the Autobot’s liking. The blue Femme’s mouth had pulled into a harsh line; she looked visibly repulsed among other things. Luckily for her, the Decepticon failed to notice the look of abject pity reflecting in the blazing blue optics that couldn’t seem to look away.
Remedy somehow managed to keep his gaze locked on Mimic.
“He was terminated within the first days of war, Stitch. I don’t understand how you didn’t hear about it. He was one of the first high ranking Autobots to be assassinated. How could you not know that?” He pleaded, desperate.
Mimic felt her entire core stiffen. She’d joined the Decepticons on the promise of revenge. It had been offered to her on a silver platter along with the understanding that her superiors would turn a blind eye to her method of study.
Truthfully the very idea that the Decepticons would willingly deceive her into servitude wasn’t all that shocking. It was what they were good at; what they were all about. No, what stalled her systems in rage was that she’d fallen for it all hook, line and sinker.
That was if Remedy was telling the truth.
She stared at him. He blinked back pathetically. It didn’t look like he was lying. She was grudgingly forced to admit that the chances of her old mentor truly being dead were high. During those first few energon soaked vorns she’d been oblivious to the war on Cybertron. She really hadn’t heard much of anything during the beginning stages of Megatron’s assault. By the time she’d got her audio receptors back up and running the War was already in full swing and the list of dead was too great to count.
But that couldn’t be. It wasn’t possible. He was alive. He had to be alive. She’d spent so long looking for him.
Mimic clamped a hand around Remedy’s throat and squeezed viciously.
“You’re lying!” She hissed. Her voice cracked under the strain of her own words.
She couldn’t accept that he was dead. He wasn’t allowed to die.
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Re: Bolt of Glory (Open) « Reply #20 on Jun 9, 2009, 9:33pm »
“You’re lying!”
Rainchime knew the situation was about to spiral completely out of control. It didn't matter that the object of her rage was no longer obtainable, the Deception needed someone to pin with her rage and the scapegoat would unquestionably be the next closest living thing. Rainchime knew Remedy, Slipshot and herself were in great dancer. Remedy, held defenseless in the Femme's grasp, had the misfortune of already being the closest to the Decepticon’s reach. He struggled weakly as her grip tighten around his throat, crimping vital energon lines to his processor. He gurgled and pried at her hands as his optics flickered weakly. Much longer and he would strangle.
Rainchime wasn't willing to let that happen.
She slowly lowered one hand, reaching behind her legs, hoping the other Femme noticing wouldn’t notice the movement.
‘I may be able to block her view of the blaster once I pull it from subspace, but we're in such close quarters there's no way she wont feel the subspace threads opening,’ she worried silently, ‘Hopefully me being this close to Slipshot won’t allow her to pinpoint exactly which one of us is accessing our subspace pockets…’
Either way, she was certain that the Decepticon would react once she sensed the opening of subspace. Rainchime just hoped that she herself could counter react in whatever amount of time the Deception might give over to hesitation.
Clearing her mind of all doubt, and knowing all Pit was about to break loose, Rainchime summoned her stun-blaster from subspace.
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Re: Bolt of Glory (Open) « Reply #21 on Jun 13, 2009, 4:15pm »
A strange sort of panic reared it's thrashing head within the Decepticon Femme. Here she was with Remedy trembling in her vice-like grip; one responsible party in her inescapable misery and she felt nothing.
Empty.
There was no trace of the vindication; the righteousness of the vengeance just within her grasp. She was hollow.
It couldn't be right. No. Retribution was hers. All she had to do was seize it. She squeezed his throat a little more. Sensitive wires and fuel lines constricted under the pressure.
The Autobot's optics began to dim as his body slowly began to shut down.
Mimic didn't feel the satisfaction she thought she'd feel, but she couldn't deny the basic pleasure of holding a fragile life in the palm of your hand. The power was intoxicating in itself.
Something flashed across Mimic's sensors and the Femme instantly recognized the sub-space access. It wasn't Remedy. That much she knew for sure.
That just left two other options. The Autobot Femme and the Neutral. Mimic didn't have much time to process it all. Whatever was being pulled out wasn't for her benefit.
Releasing the half-dead Remedy she spun and hurled the flash grenade at the most probable assailant. The grenade would only serve as a momentary distraction if she released it between them. However, the minor explosive would cause far more damage if it made contact with something.
As the flash grenade hurled toward the Neutral, Mimic caught the shine of an Autobot muzzle. As rare an occasion as it was, she'd miscalculated. She honestly didn't think it would be the medic that would jump to attack.
Her eyes locked with the Femme and just for a bare second, she was happy to die.
When she awoke in a clearly Autobot cell an unknown period of time later, to say that she was less than happy would have been an understatement.
Her roars were probably heard on the other side of the planet.
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