One Way, Or Another

[couchkiller]

Who: Pillowriders and Group B
What: Time to swoop in and save the dudes and damsels in distress! It can be as quick as you like (grab and *poof*), or there can be COMPLICATIONS, like monsters interfering, or victims being opposed with cages/restraints/etc.
Where: Dark City
When: September 15th - Noon
Warnings: YMMV
Notes: Action and prose are both

Comments

COMPLICATIONS ARE FUN!

[and_a_prayer]

Everything was going to the Pit

Drift would like to talk to you some point about your definition of 'fun', Wing.

[roninknight]

The first place Drift had checked on his return was the Museum. Alice...wasn't there. He tried to fight the tide of failure he'd been keeping (more or less) at bay since he'd woken up in Nautilus itself. He'd stared for a long moment at the colorful smear on the pavement--his energon, coolant, the whole ghastly rainbow--as if he could read some clue or sign

shush

[and_a_prayer]

Wing was in the middle of clawing at the metal snaked around his arm- because as much as he appreciated the fact that it was holding him up, he couldn't fly out if he was still attached- when he caught the sound of a familiar engine.

Followed by an even more familiar voice.

Coming from where there was suddenly a cascade of Insecticons tumbling over the edge of the chasm.

"Drift?!"

Was it too much to hope for? The city couldn't possibly be playing a trick this elaborate could it?

"Drift! Here!!"

Is this a private party or can anybody join? (I'll remove myself if necessary.)

[sixthdeadliest]

Six kept the blade on his back sheathed to completely remove the temptation of using Bending on the blade. He'd been brought up to speed by V and hadn't left the Medbay since making contact with the Ascended man.

Instead, he used his martial arts skills on the bears to try and buy some time for the others. The insectoid robots he left to Wing, realizing immediately just how futile his own efforts--even if he was using his sword--would be. The creatures vaguely reminded him of the swarm that took out a chunk of the Great Wall of China back home.

He glanced over at Wing shouting to Drift before immediately turning his attention back to the latest bear, ducking under a swipe and delivering three quick blows with his fists. The creature staggered for a moment, only to be replaced with another bear behind it.

Drift will rescue ALL the other sword-wielding types.

[roninknight]

Drift at least knew how to make an entrance, Wing? Sure, it wasn't polished and elegant, like something Wing would do, but it was effective.

As his front end came around, he spotted what looks like Six. Punching bears.

Yeah, that was Six, all right. Perfectly good sword, still hanging on his back and he's choosing, for some doubtless bizarre human reason, to use only his hands. Drift resolved that he was never going to let the human live this down. Bear puncher.

"Youhaveafraggin'swordtryusingit!" he blurted as he whipped by. Six with Bear Punching Action(tm) looked to be holding his own, for the moment, so he turned his attention to tracking Wing. Who would not say 'here' without showing himself unless there were...issues

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=COYRxf13tIg /leaves this here for Drift

[and_a_prayer]

Wing had lost track of Six the moment he went over the edge, but he trusted the human's skill, having seen plenty of it in the past week or so. They were supposed to be protecting the Medbay, but Wing wasn't doing much good dangling where he was. And even then, knowing that he had to get back up there, he can't help but hang there frozen for a long moment as reality sunk in.

When he'd heard that this place- this false city- wasn't actually Nautilus, he'd been horrified by the sudden fear that those that had died wouldn't be coming back.

But then there was Drift, looking down at him with some ridiculous expression on his face and about all Wing could muster up in return was a dazed sort of gawk.

And then he lurched as the lamp post around his arm started to loosen, sliding him a few feet closer to the pit below. Immediately his unbound hand snapped up towards Drift, fingers stretching out urgently.

"Quit staring and help me!"

[sixthdeadliest]

Six didn't bother to explain to Drift. Let the motormouth mock. He wasn't going to risk reflexively Bending his sword to a point where it could permanently take down these things.

He couldn't take the risk that Rex and perhaps Holiday were in the real Nautilus and that one of those sink holes would open up beneath him. If he died, so be it. He wasn't going to risk killing them though.

Not that he was going to give in to death. No, he'd have to be dragged there, fighting the whole way.

He punched one bear in the nose, blood spurting forth. It roared in pain and flailed wildly about as he dodged backwards. It wasn't as effective as he'd like, but taking a page from Edward's book seemed to be working for now.

[roninknight]

Drift would be ecstatic that you gave him permission to mock you, He Who Punches Bears. Not that he needed it.

At the moment, though, he had more pressing matters, mostly, Wing, dangling from a semi-sentient lamp post.

"Good to see you, too," he said, dryly, thrusting his hand down, toe plates digging into the pavement to brace himself for the weight. It was good to see Wing--better than Drift really wanted to admit.

He heard the roar of pain behind him. Right. No schmaltzy drawn-out reunion, then. He gave a sigh. "Sounds like Six managed to torque something off. Should probably help him."

Or stand around and laugh at him. Drift would be okay with that, too.

[and_a_prayer]

The schmaltzy reunion could come when the city wasn't trying to EAT THEM. And possibly after Wing punched Drift for getting himself killed and subsequently worrying everyone else half to death themselves. But right now, Wing knew better than to let the relief take over. Being soft would get them killed.

"You have no idea," he replies, offering that up at least as his hand finds Drift's and grabs hold, a thankful grin flashing across his expression. Using the other as an anchor, he twists around until he can get one foot up to kick hard at the pole now deciding that it wants to hang on to his other arm instead of let go. He gives it several sharp blows before he can finally feel it loosen again.

"Pull!"

It shouldn't take much more to yank Wing free and get him up over the edge of the chasm. Whereupon he wastes no time in unsheathing one of his knives and hurling it into one of the bears attacking Six. And considering that the blade itself was juast as big as the animal, the results aren't pretty.

[sixthdeadliest]

Six wasn't paying much attention to the Cybertronians, simply focusing on trying to buy them some breathing room.

He didn't flinch as the bear was...well...pretty much cut in half. He sweep kicked the legs out from one bear that had raised up on its hind legs, knocking it down into one of the other bears. He let the pair of bears tussle with one another, instead focusing on the next target.

"Civilians being evacuated?" he asked in a clipped tone, not bothering to look back at Drift.

[roninknight]

Actually, Wing, that reunion-punch will have to wait until Drift throws you against a wall for not listening to him about things getting worse and the bending going wrong. Then probably hugging you until something snaps (because that's how manly MANHUGS are done).

He hauled back, Wing finally coming free over the edge of the chasm, letting the momentum roll him to his feet, as he drew his swords.

Oh, hello, Swarm. Would you like a piece of Drift? That's a shame, because he'd rather have several pieces of you. With a side-garnish of bear.

"Evacuating everyone who can't fight." A fine distinction, but he lumps Six in as a 'civilian'. But gives him credit as someone who may want to stay and fight. "Don't leave now, it's going to get...really ugly."

As in uglier than this malformed yellow and purple face he just cleaved in two.

Speaking of everyone who can't fight. "Where's Alice?"

[and_a_prayer]

Wing is back on his feet just as quickly and easily as Drift, his other knife unclipped as he moves to retrieve its thrown twin.

"She's inside the Medbay," he answers Drift, kicking a bear out of the way and checking an Insecticon in the shoulder to give himself the room to drive his weapons into its hide. At least, that's where Alice should be. It's where she was supposed to be. In the chaos coming down around them, Wing hadn't exactly had the opportunity to keep a constant optic on her.

But as long as she was inside the building, she should be safe. Arcee was there and even if he'd never mention that particular fact to Drift, he trusted her to protect the interior.

"This isn't a battle we can win. We need to get everyone ready for transport to Pillow."

Are you two going to need some alone time for your MANHUGS? :3

[sixthdeadliest]

"Agreed," Six said shortly.

He flipped out of the way of an Insecticon that had decided that the Cybertronians were too much trouble, allowing it to take out one of the bears for him. He landed in a crouch before nimbly moving back from another bear's attack. However, he stayed in range of the Cybertronians.

You will be too busy punching fauna to notice the manhugs.

[roninknight]

"Medbay." Oh there's a glower there. "Injured?"

Drift would not be impressed by Arcee protecting anyone. She had told him herself she couldn't fight. At all. So...either she had lied to Drift, which would go over...brilliantly well, or she hadn't lied to Drift, really couldn't fight, and Alice and the entire Medbay was screwed if Drift failed.

He growled. "Doesn't matter, win or not. You fight because it's the right thing to do, not because you like the odds on the outcome." Facing the Swarm, on Cybertron, why had they kept fighting? Because of who they were. What they stood for. Odds of success....didn't matter.

manhugs can wait for the reunion thread :P

[and_a_prayer]

"No, but after what happened to you, she agreed to come here instead of continuing to stay at the Museum alone."

Wing moved back in line with Six, holding defensively in front of the main doors. As for Arcee, Wing knew she wasn't a soldier, but circumstances had a way sometimes of forcing a person to adapt. She didn't have Wing's training or Drift's experience, but he trusted her to fight anyway.

"We're not fighting to win or for the odds. We're fighting to keep from going down with the ship and we need to get out of here before we do. Go inside and get everyone ready to head for the roof. Six and I can mind the perimeter."

[sixthdeadliest]

Six glanced back at Drift. To be honest, he held the same view. He didn't think he'd win. He imagined that he was probably going to die here. However, if he could assist in holding the threat back until others got out, it was a good death in his book.

He tilted his head towards the Medbay, mutely requesting that Drift do as Wing asked before delivering a high kick to a bear's jaw. He turned his entire focus back on the fight, wincing as a different bear slashed at his arm.