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So Elita decided to take a nightime drive, and happens to run into Galvatron. Fighting ensues, and Galvatron gets his ass beat by a femme.
Elita (11:08:11 PM): *she was returning from a long drive, she had a lot of things to think about. She needed to clear her mind from all of the thing sclouding her mind. She was speeding back from the town, travelling along the long dusty road back towards the base.*
Galvatron (11:14:16 PM): *He's grown tired of Nemesis and his yapping organic pet. He's out flying, doing a check on the base and its barrier, not that he expects much change. His mood is poorer than usual, his wounds barely healed from his last run in with Megatron and Optimus Prime. Losing isn't an option. It's unacceptable. And that loss he blames wholly on Nemesis's interference. He's mulling that over when he spies a blip on his radar...it's moving fast...heading for the base.*
Galvatron (11:15:04 PM): *Curious, he goes to investigate...his thrusters burning an leaving a burst of blackened exhaust in their wake*
Elita (11:17:29 PM): *she was listening to the radio as she sped towards the base. It wasn't quite in sight yet and she was enjoying herself, really. The drive had done her well. The music was blasting in her little alt form, and she swerved occasionally to amuse herself.*
Galvatron (11:22:49 PM): *He roars overhead, flying way too low for what is considered safe for a jet. As he sees the vehicle come into view on his internal monitors, he runs a scan and almost laughs. About time he caught one outside. He flies over her, then banks hard into a turn*
Elita (11:26:43 PM): *she barely heard the roar of a jet overhead, and she didn't give it a lot of thought, at first. She figured there would be an airport near or in the town, and it seemed only natural that planes would be flying overhead. However, it seemed....loud. Her scanners picked up on the jet, and it was flying much lower than what is considered normal. She sped up a bit, attempting to get back to base, quickly.*
Galvatron (11:35:49 PM): *Not happening. At least not easily. He screams back towards the road, his altitude dropping, and dropping, and dropping until he's skimming the road way--heading straight for her.*
Elita (11:36:44 PM): *her internal radar was screaming at her, the large jet getting closer, and she had a sinking feeling, and she sped up farther, the base still not quite in sight. She floored it, the little Honda Insight going as fast as she could.*
Galvatron (11:38:45 PM): *He sets himself directly in her path, transforming suddenly and tearing up the road way with the momentum of his touch down. He wastes no time, his guns come out and he starts to firing even as he's still sliding to a stop.*
Elita (11:40:07 PM): *SLAG! She transforms as fast as possible, skidding to a stop, and doing somersaults in the dirt, attempting to dodge his shots as she hears them. She's on her feet then, her pistol out, firing right back on him, taking a few shots to her frame without a second glance.*
Galvatron (11:53:09 PM): *The pistol fire doesn't concern him. He takes the hits and keeps coming, already his regenerative abilities quickening to heal the damage. He continues to fire at the squirrely femme, then switches to the large orange cannon mounted on his arm. A smile blooms over his face, though it's ugly and twisted.*
Elita (11:55:15 PM): *her blue optics are wide, the pistol is powerful enough to knock Shockwave on his aft, but it wasn't even affecting him! She stares at him, transfixed, then grunts as another shot tears through her armor, and she dives out of the way, firing at him even as she moves.*
Galvatron (12:04:51 AM): *He takes careful aim with the orange cannon, a particle accelerator weapon, designed to atomize anything in its path. But he pauses, and considers for a moment....does he want to leave nothing behind but ash, or would it be better to leave Megatron and Optimus Prime a present. Hmmm....he decides on the former and charges the femme instead.*
Elita (12:06:43 AM): *she stared in horror at the cannon, then her eyes flashed as he charged her. This was awfully remniscent of her encounter with Nemesis. She watched him charge her, and she hunkered down, waiting for the inevitable encounter.*
Galvatron (12:14:25 AM): *He's a bit confuses as to why she doesn't run, but no matter. Mid-stride, he takes a flying leap, slinging at arm back as a flail very similar to Megatron's appears. The perfect weapon for crushing prey. He brings it down at her with a rageful snarl.*
Elita (12:15:35 AM): *she ducks, then charges underneath him as he leaps at her, and she twists as she fires several shots upwards towards his belly and his chest, growling as she does so. She skids across the ground, leaving gouges in the desert terrain as she does so.*
Galvatron (12:25:05 AM): *The flail comes crashing down, shattering the roadway where it hits. He grunts as he's shot, at such close range it's enough to pierce his armor. He lands behind her, jerking the flail with a fluid movement and sending it flying at her head.*
Elita (12:26:54 AM): *she grunts and jerks her head out of the way, though during her twist she doesn't escape unscathed, it hits her arm and she gives a snarl as she twists. She scrambles to her feet, and lunges at him, peppering him with shots from her gun.*
Galvatron (12:30:49 AM): *Flail retracts and in its place return his claws. He laughs, a harsh noise, even as he's shot again, then lunges for her as well, those claws open and reaching, ready to snag her if she gets too close.*
Elita (12:32:56 AM): *she hisses and jerks back, circling him like a cat, eyes flickering back and forth, contemplating her chances of escape and calculating how far away from the base she actually she was. She cringed at the laugh, and snarled at him.*
Galvatron (12:36:54 AM): *Small amounts of energon leak from wounds left by her gun. He seems not to notice. Dull, almost deadened optics, watch her in return, that ugly sneering smile twisting even more. Long claws clench and unclench in anticipation. After a moment, he finally speaks, his voice like gravel* You'll never make it....
Elita (12:40:31 AM): *she hisses at him, leaking energon herself.* Of course I'll make it. I've been in...worse situations. *she gives him a blue opticed glare, her decision making processors clicking and whirring, common sense nearly flying out the window. She had an inexplicable urge to lunge forward, and attack him, but no, no she would let him make the first move.*
Galvatron (12:54:28 AM): It doesn't get worse than this, femme. *And he's moving again, this time attempting to put himself between her and the barrier. He fires several blasts from his smaller guns to push her back. He's still smiling, enjoying this game very, very much.*
Elita (12:57:59 AM): *she's knocked back by his blasts, hit a few times though she's finally gathered her senses. Her hands twitched, and a few small objects appeared in each hand. She threw one at him, hoping to hit him, but if she didn't that was okay too. The explosion would be enough to distract him, and hopefully give her enough time to get to the barrier without dying *
Galvatron (1:00:18 AM): *Bats at the object, outright laughing at her now* Is that the best yo-- *It explodes directly in his face, startling him enough that he steps back, blinded by the smoke and sudden flash*
Elita (1:01:23 AM): *she grins, though her hand is clutching at her chest. She turns to the barrier, and takes off at a run towards it, limping, and unable to transform.*
Galvatron (1:14:38 AM): *His optics flash several warnings, something about damaged receptors and targeting systems. He snarls in fury and lurches forward. Half blind, he can only make out a blurry form moving away from him. It fades in and out, which only makes him angrier. Targeting systems be damned, he just starts firing at random.*
Elita (1:15:46 AM): *she turns as she hears shots being fired randomly, and she tosses the second one at him, then turns back around, and bolts for the barrier. She's still holding her chest, but she's running faster now, seeing the barrier getting closer and closer, and running with an almost panicked sense of urgency.*
Galvatron (1:24:41 AM): *He doesn't even see the next one coming. Can't see it. So when it too explodes near him, catching him in another blast and flash of light, the scream of raw rage is loud. He fires totally blind now, using the large orange cannon, incinerating the landscape around himself.*
Elita (1:26:48 AM): She throws herself across the barrier, yelping as she lands, though she is pleased that the second one hit him dead on. She lands in a little heap, though she's glaring at him now through the barrier, a smirk on her face.*
Galvatron (1:35:57 AM): *He howls in rage in her general direction, but doesn't pursue her. Can't. Not until his automatic repair systems fix the damage done to his optics. By then, he knows, it'll be too late. He transforms, rocketing into the air, using his undamaged radar to set a flight path back to the hide out.*
Elita (1:36:28 AM): *she's grinning to herself, and manages to get up, and head back to the base.*
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Elita (11:08:11 PM): *she was returning from a long drive, she had a lot of things to think about. She needed to clear her mind from all of the thing sclouding her mind. She was speeding back from the town, travelling along the long dusty road back towards the base.*
Galvatron (11:14:16 PM): *He's grown tired of Nemesis and his yapping organic pet. He's out flying, doing a check on the base and its barrier, not that he expects much change. His mood is poorer than usual, his wounds barely healed from his last run in with Megatron and Optimus Prime. Losing isn't an option. It's unacceptable. And that loss he blames wholly on Nemesis's interference. He's mulling that over when he spies a blip on his radar...it's moving fast...heading for the base.*
Galvatron (11:15:04 PM): *Curious, he goes to investigate...his thrusters burning an leaving a burst of blackened exhaust in their wake*
Elita (11:17:29 PM): *she was listening to the radio as she sped towards the base. It wasn't quite in sight yet and she was enjoying herself, really. The drive had done her well. The music was blasting in her little alt form, and she swerved occasionally to amuse herself.*
Galvatron (11:22:49 PM): *He roars overhead, flying way too low for what is considered safe for a jet. As he sees the vehicle come into view on his internal monitors, he runs a scan and almost laughs. About time he caught one outside. He flies over her, then banks hard into a turn*
Elita (11:26:43 PM): *she barely heard the roar of a jet overhead, and she didn't give it a lot of thought, at first. She figured there would be an airport near or in the town, and it seemed only natural that planes would be flying overhead. However, it seemed....loud. Her scanners picked up on the jet, and it was flying much lower than what is considered normal. She sped up a bit, attempting to get back to base, quickly.*
Galvatron (11:35:49 PM): *Not happening. At least not easily. He screams back towards the road, his altitude dropping, and dropping, and dropping until he's skimming the road way--heading straight for her.*
Elita (11:36:44 PM): *her internal radar was screaming at her, the large jet getting closer, and she had a sinking feeling, and she sped up farther, the base still not quite in sight. She floored it, the little Honda Insight going as fast as she could.*
Galvatron (11:38:45 PM): *He sets himself directly in her path, transforming suddenly and tearing up the road way with the momentum of his touch down. He wastes no time, his guns come out and he starts to firing even as he's still sliding to a stop.*
Elita (11:40:07 PM): *SLAG! She transforms as fast as possible, skidding to a stop, and doing somersaults in the dirt, attempting to dodge his shots as she hears them. She's on her feet then, her pistol out, firing right back on him, taking a few shots to her frame without a second glance.*
Galvatron (11:53:09 PM): *The pistol fire doesn't concern him. He takes the hits and keeps coming, already his regenerative abilities quickening to heal the damage. He continues to fire at the squirrely femme, then switches to the large orange cannon mounted on his arm. A smile blooms over his face, though it's ugly and twisted.*
Elita (11:55:15 PM): *her blue optics are wide, the pistol is powerful enough to knock Shockwave on his aft, but it wasn't even affecting him! She stares at him, transfixed, then grunts as another shot tears through her armor, and she dives out of the way, firing at him even as she moves.*
Galvatron (12:04:51 AM): *He takes careful aim with the orange cannon, a particle accelerator weapon, designed to atomize anything in its path. But he pauses, and considers for a moment....does he want to leave nothing behind but ash, or would it be better to leave Megatron and Optimus Prime a present. Hmmm....he decides on the former and charges the femme instead.*
Elita (12:06:43 AM): *she stared in horror at the cannon, then her eyes flashed as he charged her. This was awfully remniscent of her encounter with Nemesis. She watched him charge her, and she hunkered down, waiting for the inevitable encounter.*
Galvatron (12:14:25 AM): *He's a bit confuses as to why she doesn't run, but no matter. Mid-stride, he takes a flying leap, slinging at arm back as a flail very similar to Megatron's appears. The perfect weapon for crushing prey. He brings it down at her with a rageful snarl.*
Elita (12:15:35 AM): *she ducks, then charges underneath him as he leaps at her, and she twists as she fires several shots upwards towards his belly and his chest, growling as she does so. She skids across the ground, leaving gouges in the desert terrain as she does so.*
Galvatron (12:25:05 AM): *The flail comes crashing down, shattering the roadway where it hits. He grunts as he's shot, at such close range it's enough to pierce his armor. He lands behind her, jerking the flail with a fluid movement and sending it flying at her head.*
Elita (12:26:54 AM): *she grunts and jerks her head out of the way, though during her twist she doesn't escape unscathed, it hits her arm and she gives a snarl as she twists. She scrambles to her feet, and lunges at him, peppering him with shots from her gun.*
Galvatron (12:30:49 AM): *Flail retracts and in its place return his claws. He laughs, a harsh noise, even as he's shot again, then lunges for her as well, those claws open and reaching, ready to snag her if she gets too close.*
Elita (12:32:56 AM): *she hisses and jerks back, circling him like a cat, eyes flickering back and forth, contemplating her chances of escape and calculating how far away from the base she actually she was. She cringed at the laugh, and snarled at him.*
Galvatron (12:36:54 AM): *Small amounts of energon leak from wounds left by her gun. He seems not to notice. Dull, almost deadened optics, watch her in return, that ugly sneering smile twisting even more. Long claws clench and unclench in anticipation. After a moment, he finally speaks, his voice like gravel* You'll never make it....
Elita (12:40:31 AM): *she hisses at him, leaking energon herself.* Of course I'll make it. I've been in...worse situations. *she gives him a blue opticed glare, her decision making processors clicking and whirring, common sense nearly flying out the window. She had an inexplicable urge to lunge forward, and attack him, but no, no she would let him make the first move.*
Galvatron (12:54:28 AM): It doesn't get worse than this, femme. *And he's moving again, this time attempting to put himself between her and the barrier. He fires several blasts from his smaller guns to push her back. He's still smiling, enjoying this game very, very much.*
Elita (12:57:59 AM): *she's knocked back by his blasts, hit a few times though she's finally gathered her senses. Her hands twitched, and a few small objects appeared in each hand. She threw one at him, hoping to hit him, but if she didn't that was okay too. The explosion would be enough to distract him, and hopefully give her enough time to get to the barrier without dying *
Galvatron (1:00:18 AM): *Bats at the object, outright laughing at her now* Is that the best yo-- *It explodes directly in his face, startling him enough that he steps back, blinded by the smoke and sudden flash*
Elita (1:01:23 AM): *she grins, though her hand is clutching at her chest. She turns to the barrier, and takes off at a run towards it, limping, and unable to transform.*
Galvatron (1:14:38 AM): *His optics flash several warnings, something about damaged receptors and targeting systems. He snarls in fury and lurches forward. Half blind, he can only make out a blurry form moving away from him. It fades in and out, which only makes him angrier. Targeting systems be damned, he just starts firing at random.*
Elita (1:15:46 AM): *she turns as she hears shots being fired randomly, and she tosses the second one at him, then turns back around, and bolts for the barrier. She's still holding her chest, but she's running faster now, seeing the barrier getting closer and closer, and running with an almost panicked sense of urgency.*
Galvatron (1:24:41 AM): *He doesn't even see the next one coming. Can't see it. So when it too explodes near him, catching him in another blast and flash of light, the scream of raw rage is loud. He fires totally blind now, using the large orange cannon, incinerating the landscape around himself.*
Elita (1:26:48 AM): She throws herself across the barrier, yelping as she lands, though she is pleased that the second one hit him dead on. She lands in a little heap, though she's glaring at him now through the barrier, a smirk on her face.*
Galvatron (1:35:57 AM): *He howls in rage in her general direction, but doesn't pursue her. Can't. Not until his automatic repair systems fix the damage done to his optics. By then, he knows, it'll be too late. He transforms, rocketing into the air, using his undamaged radar to set a flight path back to the hide out.*
Elita (1:36:28 AM): *she's grinning to herself, and manages to get up, and head back to the base.*
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