((OOC: Inferno's missiles aren't heat seeking are they? If they are, I can correct this. Also, you don't seem like you're playing him too strong at all, Blackrosefencer. I don't want him to be easy to get rid of, and the fact that he can stand up to some damage makes him actually seem like... well, a robot. So I like it. And if Cheetor ends up losing here, that would definitely fit this episode well. Not that I really have any plans one way or the other about who wins and who loses, but... yeah, you're good.))
Inferno wrote:You're in my territory now, Maximal.
Some part of Cheetor had wanted to hope that, after he flew off, Inferno would lose interest and look to attack someone else. No such luck; now he was flying for his life. Even then, his processor began considering whether or not there was a way to beat Inferno instead of just running.
"Woh!" Cheetor pitched abruptly to the side as Inferno's rockets first came streaking past him.
Inferno wrote:Welcome to the skies, Cat. Allow me to give you a proper flying lesson!
He heard the sound of the next round of rockets firing off in time to pull up sharply and let them fly underneath him. Then he started speeding up. Even in battle, something about Inferno's tone got under his skin. Just because Inferno had been flying for longer didn't mean he was the better flier. No. Inferno wasn't that fast. Not a chance.
Cheetor's rockets suddenly went to full power and he could feel himself accelerating as he climbed higher and higher. If Inferno wanted to shoot him, he'd have to catch him first.
...
Rattrap wrote:Lucky for you, Chopper Face, that was just a nice fireworks display I put on ta celebrate the Preds' inevitable victory! Nomad's turrets are down, thanks ta Terrordork. I'll be on the other side of the 'fall shortly.
Dinobot was running away from a bit of cover, and he raised his arm to respond over his comlink. "That's--"
A shot from Arachnitron's energon pistol took him right in the back of the head, and his optical systems had to take a few moments to readjust back to normal again. Stumbling back to another pillar, he tried again.
"That's unfortunate. We will likely be recruited to rebuild the turrets when this is all over," he said, finding the need to contradict Rattrap's pessimistic humor. "A tactically sound move, but work I am not looking forward to..."
Dinobot stole a glance to find his enemies locations--Arachnitron and Tarantulas were still after him, but he had somehow lost sight of Onyx. Preparing his assault rifle, he took another step to get ready to run, but then he froze in place, and an odd mix of caution and anger came over his face. He had almost
certainly just heard a mine go off.
"Feline!" he shouted, before realizing he would have to specify. "Cheetor! I told you not to activate the mines yet!"
Cheetor's ears were billowing in the wind, but he still heard Dinobot loud and clear. "Hey, it wasn't me!" he defended over his com-link. He'd have remembered something like that--he had to touch the controls on his arm, and he would know about doing something that deliberate.
...Unless he didn't do it deliberately. The controls were on his left arm, which had fallen off of his shoulder, and which he had needed to catch in his mouth and then hold in his paws. At that moment, Cheetor brought his paws up and looked at the arm between them. ...And there were the buttons for the remote activators, a few of them concealed underneath his teal-colored claws.
"It was me; it was me!"
Dinobot growled in frustration. He looked for Wintersong and found her near the base, albeit contending with one of the Predacons. But he still had not heard from Saber-Fang. Was she out of the field, or wasn't she?
Realizing he could spend no time debating with himself over the matter, he sent another message over com-link. "Wintersong, activate the mines you set. I'm doing the same now. Saber-Fang, if you're still out there, proceed with extreme caution." Dinobot pressed the necessary command into the controls on his own arm and heard a small computerized tone confirming what he'd done. Now the logical thing was to get to the
Axalon and work to defend himself, his comrades and the base from there. There was one particular problem, unfortunately. He knew where the mines were that he'd set--not the ones that Cheetor and Wintersong had. But with Tarantulas and Arachnitron speeding after him and a number of other Predacons already right next to the base, there was no time for him to look around for where they were. He had to make a run for it.
"So much for 'proceed with caution'," he muttered to himself. Steeling himself, he replaced the assault rifle onto his back and then ran off. He had hardly made it past two boulders when Rattrap's voice came in on his com-link.
Rattrap wrote:Dinobot, what're you doin' out there? Bein' a porker? Give Orcariner some backup.
Inwardly, Dinobot groaned. Now he was being asked to run the other direction. And then, even as he was trying to figure out a response, or even what his course of action should be (whether or not to risk running through the longer stretch of mines that now lay behind him rather than before him--especially given that he'd be facing enemy fire in that direction), a shockwave and a cloud of shrapnel and dust made him stumble sideways and fall forwards. His placement on the ground seemed to set off another proximity mine, and suddenly there were large rocks falling behind him and in front of him.
Dinobot got to his feet and saw that he was closed off on all four sides. In the direction of Orcariner and Dinobot's own Predacon pursuers lay the only obstacle short enough for him to climb over. But then, in the process of taking himself above the natural cover protecting him, he would also be taking the time to let his enemies take unanswered shots at him--he would be too occupied with climbing to return fire. And through a space between that short climb and the rock face it was leaning against, Dinobot could clearly see Arachnitron and Tarantulas continuing their charge.
"I do not think I will be capable of assisting Orcariner any time soon," he replied to Rattrap with an air of frustrated understatement.
Thinking quickly, he put the barrel of his energy cannon through the space and started putting out suppressing fire at Arachnitron and Tarantulas.
"Attention any air units," he called over the sound of his own weapon, deliberately blocking the transmission from Orcariner's com-link, since it was he that
Dinobot was supposed to be helping, "I could use an airlift at the moment."
((OOC: I know Aerostriker's done for now and Airazor is still in the CR chamber. I just don't know what may or may not change in the game for Airazor, and anyways, I'm assuming Dinobot doesn't know the status of either of those two. Feralnight's fit for flying, of course, but it makes sense if she can't pull away from Terrorsaur or doesn't want to. I can have Cheetor try to come for Dinobot otherwise, which would be fun with Inferno coming right behind him...))
I understand... you are, after all, a predacon.
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