.003 ← Text Files; Video || Untraceable Portal Signature || Soundwave discovers his Place of Solace

Nov 27, 2011 19:18

[ There is no coordinates on the short video feed, but a timestamp does appear at the lower right hand corner. It's only the image of the Nemesis, though, just...floating. Yes, that's a fully capable Decepticon warship floating somewhere off the coast of Promenade. ]


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[action!] notglitching November 29 2011, 06:06:36 UTC
[The slamming door confirms it: Soundwave does have admin access here. But better to be stuck in the hallway than trapped inside a sealed room.

The drones are a problem. Easy enough to follow. Easy enough to fight. Darkness is hardly a difficulty when he can track by motion, sound, energy. And he has observed them with sight as well, knows how to map echoes to skittering legs, flickers of movement tracing the reach of swiping claws. The program's faster. Incomparably more skilled. But this fight is not to his advantage. Rinzler slips back as more drones enter scanning range, attention staying on the wider area. These creatures aren't true threats, and the satisfaction of derezzing them isn't worth distraction, here.

Of course, he can hardly ignore them, either. Proximity to the wall limits the direction of attack, but they're still coming, closing. The program parries a claw, forfeits surrounding data for a quick scan above-there. Calculation, assessment, and he reaches down. Baton, not disk. The program flicks the rod upwards, and ( ... )

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[action!] notglitching November 30 2011, 08:42:18 UTC
[Rinzler's stare doesn't leave the disks as the green substance settles, shifts, reacts. He can feel the process, though it's like no flow of data he's touched before. But he can't stop it, can't move, processing splitting to little loops of panic and hate as the mech reaches out, scoops the miscolored duplicates into an overlarge appendage

But there's still a fragment watching. Waiting. And when input comes, sensation and effort and result... Rinzler notices. The hold's loosening.

Understanding and intent are followed immediately by sharp pain. Some coils slacken, unable to maintain a proper grip-but the tendrils around his core and arm clench tight. Whether from lack of control or lack of patience, the sudden pressure is more than entrapping-it's crushing, destabilizing. Threat. He wrenches against the hold to no effect, needs to reach, can't-

Solution flickers from formation to execution without stopping for analysis. The program twists, form coiling as his lower body shifts up. To the right. The tip of a baton slides against ( ... )

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[action!] stand_witness November 30 2011, 09:10:25 UTC
[ It's actually pure reflex that makes Soundwave jerk in pained surprise. He had one disk plucked up carefully by his primary, and manipulator servos, but between the slow dwindle of his perceptive systems, and the determination to complete his objective, Rinzler's struggling went largely ignored - until the lit energy blade sliced at the feeler wrapped like a massive python around Rinzler's chest.

The slash is more than enough to hurt, and still sever the mesh plating that protected the actual feelers within somewhat like the way a human's vertebrae protect the actual spinal chord within. Wiring severed, the feeler's tip went immediately slack, and was yanked hastily away.
...Of course, now that he knew Rinzler was armed, it's far easier to drop the little program completely from his grasp, than continue to let Rinzler hack at his appendages any further. In fact, Soundwave would need those feelers in a moment, because the static hiss of pain - Warning: Arterial fuel line compromised, energon reserves approaching critical shut off - ( ... )

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[action!] notglitching November 30 2011, 09:46:33 UTC
[As far as Rinzler's concerned, all fights are about survival. And Soundwave turned this one into something much worse.

The moment the coils loosen, the program's jerking free, dropping in a roll. He hits the ground unsteadily, damaged arm dragging uncontrolled. Worse than useless. Rinzler contemplates removing it, though it would complicate any repair considerably. Right now, though? He has more important concerns.

The motion doesn't stop. Stray glimpses catch on the mech's reaction, the tentacle raised in threat, but those don't matter either. And Rinzler doesn't have to look to know the precise location of his objective.

He comes up from the roll almost in a skid, not a nano of speed lost. The blade deactivates partway through, baton jams back into place, and his hand swipes down, red-orange lines edged with brightness as both disks-his disks-scoop into his grip, meld together as his fist clenches rigid around them. The mask snaps up towards Soundwave, noise viciously edged as the program readies to dodge, avoid-leap, strike. ( ... )

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[action!] stand_witness November 30 2011, 10:21:41 UTC
[ Fragging tiny program, and his ridiculous agility. Soundwave made to smash the locking digits on the end of his tentacle into those orange-lit disks, but Rinzler was ducking, and moving so fast, he had retrieved both his weapons before Soundwave's targeting systems could catch up, resulting in a resound WHAM of the feeler's end into empty deck plating.

There's a full micron where this would appear to be a very unlikely sort of mexican stand-off ( and a full second was far too slow for Soundwave ) before he made a quick decision. Injured, losing energon in copious amounts, and with his joints locked entirely in one leg, Soundwave didn't so much as twitch his faceplate away from the little program. But that uninjured tentacle shot outwards to - snap, and lock onto the emergency override mechanism on the curved wall behind Soundwave.

A loud squeal of metal, and a sudden burst of sunlight, rushing air as pressure equalized, and the entirety of that "wall" shuttered in on itself to reveal nothing but sky. It was an emergency measure ( ... )

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[action!] notglitching November 30 2011, 15:19:09 UTC
[The program's mask shades his view against the sudden rush of light. Adaptation's almost immediate. But there's an instant, a fraction of a fraction of a micro, of lag. And (of course) it takes just about that long for everything to crash.

Coils lashing out again, and he drops, rolls, takes the impact and pushes off as one slams into his side. He's moving toward the mech, if at a sideways angle-with no ceiling to cling to, Rinzler's not letting Soundwave stay distant for this round of attacks.
But there's a tug, harsh outward pull of wind as the sudden shift in air pressure tries to clear the formerly enclosed space of the lighter items inside. It throws Rinzler off, and though he staggers upright, it's further to the side-and closer to the opening-than he'd intended.

And then, the drone.

Rinzler faced this threat before. Knows to dodge at the flicker of motion, slip aside as the swift craft slices towards him, grapplers out. None of his injuries are so debilitating as to remove speed, calculation, the ability to process and ( ... )

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[action!] stand_witness December 1 2011, 05:18:56 UTC
[ Airborne, indeed. Even with the struggling - or more accurately thrashing - Laserbeak was doing it's job of robbing Rinzler of the purchase of the deck plating. It's enough.

Soundwave could feel the warnings becoming more insistent, his entire thigh from hip joint all the way down to the tip of his base locked from the critical lack of energon. More of his tentacles were damaged than were functional, and while he'd have preferred to retain both the Technoplasm-copies of those disks, and the originals, he would make do with this first field test's results.

To that end? A remote command ( requiring far too long to be received, it seemed to Soundwave ) is sent to Laserbeak, and the Deployer drone jerked up at a sharp angle, and abruptly released it's grappling claws to let Rinzler fall--

But Soundwave was ready with a harsh slap of his tentacles lashing out at the program. With three tentacles working in concert, and the fact that it was only a short drop, yet simple physics meant that Rinzler was in freefall for those two bare ( ... )

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[action!] notglitching December 2 2011, 10:08:44 UTC
[The upward jerk doesn't hinder Rinzler's strike. But then the claw opens, releases, and he can feel the burning edge skim the drone's extensions as he drops out of reach. He's frustrated. Furious. But right now? Rinzler has other things to worry about.
He twists, turns in the air-almost, almost pulls aside from the lashing coils. But no matter how quickly he draws his body in, no matter how skillfully he shifts to avoid, Rinzler can't change freefall. And Soundwave's aim may be worsening. But those tentacles are huge. A metal coil glances off the program's side and sends him flying, dull impact jarring through his core. He's falling, drifting, continued vacuum and the momentum of the blow taking him out, past-noThe program stabs down, embeds his disk at the edge of the drop, clings against the pressure of wind and fall. It's not solid, not stable, scraping back towards the open air under the force of his weight. But he could do it, can map the sequence of motions: press down, push off, launch forward while he grabs a baton, use a ( ... )

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